Hearing this voice, Heras immediately sat up, clasping his knees with his hands and staring straight ahead, with his mouth cracked and drool dripping down. If they saw him lying comfortably on stacked pillows, then I would believe it.
Anyone who is an idiot himself is a real idiot.
"Fortunately, I have a quantum brain that can perfectly control my facial expressions. I am not a professional actor." Heras thought happily.
With a "bang", the door was kicked open. A short, bulky boy with flaxen hair, a childlike face, and freckles broke in. Because he kicked his foot too high, he stepped on himself when he fell.
His robe almost tripped his chubby body.
"Get out of the way, Peter!" shouted the shrill voice.
Little Peter jumped away like a fat mouse, revealing the figures behind him.
The owner of that sharp voice turned out to be a beautiful girl, wearing a blue and white lace mage robe. The unique style made her whole body look like snowflakes floating in the clear lake. There were also some sparse freckles on her oval-shaped face.
, which is quite conspicuous on her fair skin, but it does not make people feel ugly. On the contrary, it has a playful and cute look. But at this time, she was staring at Heras with hatred, destroying this elegant and elegant image.
Tahira Riolan, his cousin, the eldest daughter raised by another brother of the Marquis, also has extraordinary talent in magic, but as the first of his generation to be promoted to a formal mage, Heras has never let her go.
In his eyes, Tahira was still a high-level magic apprentice when Heras was promoted, but she did not express it to him.
Congratulations! The angry Heras took off her underwear on her graduation day and hung her at the entrance of the magic school. He also cast primary invisibility, secondary anti-magic detection, low-level expansion on some disgusting creatures from time to time.
Put it in her bathtub after being cursed with pus and blood. It made her a little nervous at that time.
"If the memory is correct, she is now a level 2 mage, and is about to be promoted to level 3..." Heras thought sadly, and suddenly felt a deep resentment towards the original owner of the body.
Standing side by side with Tahira was a young man with a tall and thin body, narrow eyes and thin lips, and a pair of silver chain monocles. His whole person exuded a sinister feeling.
Sarode Riolan, the second son of the Marquis and cousin of Heras, was equally pretentious and arrogant, but not as excessive as Heras. He had no extraordinary behavior except indifference.
He graduated with Heras, but was steadily suppressed by Heras on the road to promotion without being left behind.
It was beyond his reach. For a narrow-minded person with a high self-esteem, this was no less than a torment in fire. Especially after being repeatedly ridiculed by Heras, the anger in his heart lingered like a curse. He
When Herath was about to advance to the fourth level, he had to hide away to avoid losing control of his emotions and being taught a lesson by that arrogant genius.
"Sarod has just advanced to the third level of necromancer..." Heras has no energy to lament. His eyes may be perfectly dull without disguise. Now he truly feels that his life is threatened. Sarod
De has a ruthless character and will retaliate for his anger, and he is also the son of a marquis!
There were several relatives behind the two of them, all of whom were either gloating about their misfortune or looking at him with disgust. Heras only felt that he was like a poor man pretending to be dead in front of a group of black bears. It was really terrible to have no power in this world!
Tahira walked up to Heras and slapped him loudly several times. Heras's eyes were still dull, but his saliva splashed on her slender fingers.
"I'm trying to wake up this dear cousin." Tahira wiped her hands on the sheets in disgust and said to the brothers and sisters next to her in a sharp voice. Then her eyes lit up with a blue smile.
There was light, and several beams of chilly water poured down from the top of Heras.
The water flow carrying the ice shards clearly crossed the zero-degree limit, and the broken ice attached to the magic power quickly frostbitten Heras's face. His face showed stripes of blue and purple along the path of the ice water. His saliva was also covered by
Frozen in the corner of the mouth. Looking at this scene, several relatives couldn't help but chuckle...
Under this situation, Heras's eyes were still dull. Everyone was roughly sure that he had really become an idiot. With Heras's arrogant character, even if he lost his power, he would not know how to endure in such a situation. Then
This just gave them the opportunity to "accidentally kill" him.
"It's a pity that the Riolan family has lost a genius." Sarold said calmly: "But I remember that cousin Heras likes to play a game the most. Is there no apple here?"
"I'll get it!" Peter said excitedly. He finally changed from a victim of the game to a participant, and a rosy glow appeared on his chubby face.
After a while, Peter came over with a basket of apples. Several brothers came forward and grabbed Heras, stripped him down to his underwear and tied him to a high-back chair. Heras roughly guessed what they wanted to do.
, I can only curse silently in my heart. The one who is cursed the most is the original "Master Heras" whose soul is wandering to nowhere!
Peter placed an apple on top of Heras' head and said: "We will use our own magic to peel that apple into several petals. As a celebration gift for my cousin's waking up, I will come first!" Peter was 16 years old and still a beginner.
Magic apprentices and formal mage were all out of reach for him, and naturally he didn't have any powerful attack magic. Heras was slightly relieved.
The mental power of magic apprentices is not enough to engrave any spells on their souls. They must rely on spells and gestures to assist in modeling their apprentice-level magic. Of course, if the apprentice is smart enough, they can also cast spells instantly in the meditation space to achieve the purpose of rapid spell casting.
.The construction of apprentice-level magic is not complicated. In fact, Heras can instantly cast a large amount of apprentice-level magic when he is an intermediate magic apprentice.
Peter stood in front of Heras. After adjusting his posture a few times, he began to open his hands, make some melodic gestures with his fingers, and chant some obscure words using the elemental sounds in his mouth. The elemental sounds are the simplest.
It is one of the types of incantations, and some complex incantations cannot be uttered by human vocal cords. For this reason, it is not uncommon for high-level mages to modify their own creatures, and the archmage directly uses mental vibration to sing.
After about 10 minutes, when the brothers around him were almost losing their patience, Peter's hand finally emitted an invisible cyan brilliance. The apprentice-level magic breeze blade could even cut a wooden board, but it was used to cut apples.
It's just right. According to the original Heras, he could meditate on this kind of magic in his mind more than 5 times in one second. But Peter actually spent so long constructing it, not to mention that the coordination of his gestures and spells was extremely poor.
, my brain doesn’t work very well, I build the later part and then forget the previous part.
As a faint green light flashed, an invisible arc-shaped wind blade came out from Peter's hand and flew towards the apple silently. "If it is powerful, it would be an assassination weapon." Heras thought, and took off the wind blade.
At that moment, his quantum brain calculated the path and could not even peel off the stem of an apple. Therefore, he continued to maintain his dull eyes.
The facts confirmed that the calculations of the quantum brain were accurate. The wind blade passed over the apple silently. Peter looked quite disappointed: "Who else is coming?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tahira waved his hand, and a beam of crystal light shot at Heras, the ice dagger of the first-level magic Mena. It seemed that this was a spell engraved in her soul. Heras breathed a sigh of relief again, and he
Now he has no mental power to judge the target of other people's magic. He only relies on his quantum brain to calculate the magic path at the moment when the spell is successfully cast. This spell can indeed hit the apple accurately. It seems that his cousin does not want to kill him.
There was a crisp sound like glass breaking, and the apple on Heras' head was blown into flying ice shavings. His red hair was jagged and uneven due to the cold air, and stood upright. The brothers and sisters laughed even louder.
I was already very convinced that this guy had become an idiot. When the magic came, his eyes were unfocused. He even licked the ice shards that floated down, making his tongue so frozen that he could no longer use it.
"Who else is coming!" Peter, his face glowing red, took out another apple and placed it on Heras' head. Now most of Heras's hatred has been transferred to this damn fat man, this bastard who is inciting trouble...
...
Sarode took a step forward without saying a word, stretched his right hand forward, and lightly drew a symbol in the air with his index finger. He spoke two hoarse words in the voice of a dead soul, and a white bone spike with green mist slowly pierced the air.
Slowly condense in front of the index finger, the third level spell poisonous sting!
He has just advanced to the third level and has not yet been able to engrave this magic into his soul. However, judging from the simple gestures and spells, it is not difficult for him to form this spell model in the meditation space. At least he has practiced it quite skillfully.
This shows that poisonous sting is one of his main magic attacks.
Tahira was also a little surprised. She cast a third-level magic. Was Sarode going to corrode Heras's scalp? But she had no sympathy for Heras.
A dangerous and fatal feeling rose in Heras's heart, and the cold air spreading from his tailbone made him feel like he was dying. Sarode wanted to kill him! He saw the flash of calmness in Sarode's eyes when he cast a spell.
Vicious. Is this an illusion?
The magic quickly took shape. The moment it left his hand, Heras calculated that the target of this big green fishbone-like thing was his forehead. Sarode wanted to blow up the other half of his head!
Before he had time to think about it, Heras's eyes turned white, his teeth clenched, and his whole body trembled. The high-backed chair fell backwards, and the poisonous thorn passed over his forehead and hit the wall. The granite wall was corroded into a hole.
There was a huge hole, and the roaring sound was accompanied by green bubbling poisonous juice flowing out from the hole in the center, corroding the floor to a blackened state.
"Mistake." Sarod gently held his single eye and said calmly. Taxila then glanced at him and said nothing.
In order to break the awkward silence, a Leolan heir from behind spoke up: "What's wrong with this idiot? It seems like he's having an epileptic seizure...?"
"Maybe, after all, his brain is completely broken. Let me check him out." As he said this, a faint ripple appeared around Sarode, and then he frowned. Just now he used the first number engraved in his soul.
A third-level magic soul impact, which is the spell he relies on to advance to the third level. It can disrupt the target's mental fluctuations, and can even blow their heads off instantly if used against some creatures whose power levels are too different.
Idiots also have a spiritual world, unless the guy is actually brain dead, but a vegetative person will not move around.
Sarod was preparing to conduct further inspections when an old and decaying voice came from outside the door. It was like dust accumulated over the years being swept into the air, making everyone present feel as uncomfortable as if their noses and mouths were filled with dust. "Sarod.
Master Rhodes, Master Baroque is waiting for you."
"Okay, Mr. Goode, I'll go now." Sarold took a deep look at Heras, who was still twitching. It was obviously unreasonable that the soul shock just now didn't blow up his head, but now he has something more important.