Iluworth said thoughtfully: "You guys knew each other, hahaha, it's so embarrassing to lose to you. I thought I could buy you a ticket smoothly, well, this is a failure.
Performance."
Hey hey hey, is it really good to just say what you think in your heart? Mr. Magician... Su Ge complained in his heart, looked at Angdu and said:
"But I didn't expect that you guys knew each other, Mr. Angdu."
"A misunderstanding." Angdu's expression on his face was cold, and he turned to look at Iluworth, "Why, are you still studying the magic of turning a pigeon?"
"No, this time it was card magic, it just failed."
"Oh, that's a pity."
Su Ge heard a smell of gunpowder from the conversation between the two, so he stepped back and stood behind Angdu without saying a word.
"If there is nothing important, we will say goodbye." Angdu looked at the carriage beside the road, "I hope your performance will go smoothly."
"Wait a minute," shouted Eluworth.
Su Ge, who had turned around and left, turned his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I won't join you."
"Not that," Yiluworth waved his hand. "You are amazing, especially the cards, and there are only a few who can defeat me."
"I will perform in the Blue Square during the next period of time. If I have time, remember to come and play with me."
"Don't forget, you can win a game in my hands."
Su Ge nodded, without saying much, and followed Ang and left.
It was not until the two left that Yiluworth retracted his gaze, picked up the card that Su Ge pulled out on the table, and turned it over.
"Twisted vortex."
"He really got beaten. What a pity. I almost got a ticket."
Yiluworth stared at the direction of the two leaving and smiled.
"I didn't see any special things about him, nor did I use his extraordinary abilities to make spiritual fluctuations. Is it just a simple method? That's so powerful?"
"Well, it's very fatal..."
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Su Ge followed Angdu all the way to Lilac Street.
Su Ge was very familiar with Angdu's behavior. Seeing Angdu's behavior just now, he already had a rough idea in his mind and asked:
"Mr. Angdu, is there any problem with the person just now?"
"It doesn't look like it's not, but it doesn't mean it doesn't." Ang sighed, "You just now, didn't show any flaws."
Su Ge knew what Ang asked, nodded, and said surely: "No, I just moved my hands a little faster. Any skilled magician could do it without using any extraordinary ability."
"Maybe it was because the person didn't expect it just now that he seemed particularly surprised."
Ang Du nodded, "It's great. Although it won't cause much problem even if you are recognized, it's always right to be cautious."
"How is the promotion process going smoothly?"
"It went very smoothly. With the help of Miss Chessia, everything went smoothly. Now I am the 'Star Prayer' at the ninth rank." Su Ge said happily.
"Are there any extraordinary abilities that can be used proactively?"
Su Ge nodded, and the joy from the bottom of his heart was beyond words.
"When you are training with Archbishop Oghema, you can ask him to arrange special extraordinary ability training for you to speed up your familiarity and insight."
"There is no way. This is the problem that all extraordinary people have to face. Once the promotion is successful, everything must be started from the beginning. The experience of the previous level will not have any effect."
Su Ge nodded silently. After he was about to go back, he tried it with a candle to look at the starry sky and found the feeling of "Star Prayer".
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The capital of the Kingdom of Griffin, Faren.
The origin of the name Feren can be traced back to the mid-5th period.
At that time, the eastern part of the Northern Continent was still in the midst of smoke and war, and was finally unified by the Kemos family, who believed in the giant god of the earth.
After the war, Kemos I unified the monetary measurement in the eastern part of the northern continent and rebuilt the new capital. Because the shape of this land resembles a griffin, the capital located in the central region was named Ferenzehart, abbreviated as Ferenzehart.
.
Meaning the heart of the griffin.
It symbolizes the fighting spirit of bravely facing all dangers.
Although after all the things that Kaimos moved to the Dilka Peninsula in the northeast, the name Feren was still left behind.
West 2nd District, No. 3 Virgil Street.
In a classroom at the prestigious Royal College of Medicine of Griffin, Miston Gerard was writing quickly.
"Dear Sug, no see for a long time."
"Speaking of this, after returning from York, my studies have not been very smooth. I have messed up the two consecutive minor surgery operations in experimental classes. I don't know if this continues, will Professor Kurt give me the final qualification for the experiment?
, This has annoyed me a little."
“More unfortunately, my dad seemed to have heard my performance at school through his path and told me at a family dinner that if I can’t be a doctor, well, he didn’t say quit
Relationship is such a hurtful word, but I can hear that he is indeed very disappointed with me."
"It would be great if there was that magical potion that could be a doctor, and I would drink it without hesitation."
"By the way, although I don't think you're interested in this, this is the only rumor I can share with you."
"I heard that from Molgrien, diplomatic envoys will come to Faren and Griffin, and will send Count Criputer, one of the five nobles, to receive it. It is said that the diplomatic banquet will be in the Germlin.
I don’t know what kind of dishes will appear at that time, I’m a little curious.”
"Although I can't participate, I'm looking forward to it."
"I'll just write so much for the time being, and look forward to your reply."
Mistonge quickly browsed the letter, nodded with satisfaction, and put it in his backpack.
It was already very late.
Myston Gur walked through the gardens in the school and towards the exit of the medical school.
Those flowers that look pleasing during the day, for some reason, look a little scary in the middle of the night, just like something hiding in the dark and peering outward, making people feel nervous.
Although Feren is inland, there are two huge rivers, Flem and Rivers, running through the entire city, so at such a late night, there will still be fog near the riverside.
Mystonge finally walked through the garden, came to the guard room at the door, nodded to the person sitting inside, and greeted politely:
"Good evening, Ms. Meolu."
"Hello, Xiao Mis, today is also a vibrant day."
The person who spoke was a lady, with crimson eyes, a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. There was no doubt that when she was young, she must have had many suitors.
Now, her skin has begun to loosen and wrinkles have begun to increase. Time has left indelible marks on the corners of her eyes and cheeks, but it is difficult to judge her age from her face.
In this medical school where students account for the vast majority of the proportion, she also wore clothes that young people like to wear, long skirts with lace, waist-hugging dresses, and high heels with pearls, which are all her favorites.
However, it is inevitable that these youthful clothes will be a bit inconsistent when worn on her, and the visual effect is not satisfactory.
Fortunately, she will only appear in the evening and leave before dawn after being on duty overnight, so many people will not notice her.
Myston Grey is an exception.
Looking back carefully, Miston Grey didn't know how he met Ms. Meollo, as if the two had become familiar with him since he came to medical school.
Although there are occasional rumours about midnight watchmen among students, Miston Ger doesn't care much, because he can be said to be the person who has the most contact with Meo Road in the entire medical school.
Know the truest side of Meolu.
Usually he would choose the last one to leave, and on the way home, only when passing Meo Road here, the other party would chat with him and talk about what happened during the day.
It can be said that it is precisely with the company of Meolu that he has reached this point.
"Ms. Meollo, your pearl necklace looks really good."
"Right, right? Xiao Mis has a good vision. This is the necklace I have collected one by one and strung together by myself."
"Speaking of this, Xiao Mis, you're time to graduate, right? Alas, no one will chat with me in the days to come."
Mystonger looked sad, "I guess I'll have to stay for a while, and my research topic has not gone very smoothly."
Meollo, who was wearing lipstick on his own, said to Miston Gore, who was leaning against him: "Actually you should do something you like, such as singing, or cooking."
"Believe me, everyone who has heard you sing will be surprised by your voice, and everyone who has tasted your cooking will sigh that there is a lack of an outstanding chef in the world."
"Haha, thank you for your encouragement, Ms. Meollo, but I still want to be a doctor. If there is such a magical medicine, it would be great. After drinking it, you can become a doctor immediately..." In the end, Miston Ger
The sound fell.
He glanced at Meolu's location with his eyes and found that the other party was still wearing lipstick intently. He almost missed his mouth, so he scratched his head to hide his embarrassment.
But where he did not pay attention, Meolou completely captured his every move through the mirror.
But Meollu didn't say anything, and still put lipstick on his unpleasant lips.
"It's getting late, it's time for me to go home. You're alone," Miston Ger told me like a dedicated nanny. "Also, if you can, try to sleep for a while. Sleep is better for women than for women
All skin care products.”
"I know, if there is danger, I will scream." Meollu was very satisfied with his makeup and looked at the mirror repeatedly.
Mistonge nodded, left directly, and walked home.
It was already late at night, and it was difficult to see people moving on the empty streets of Feiren. There were only gas lights that kept flashing, making stinging sounds.
The mist gradually invaded and was shrouded in darkness. Mistonge could not see the road ahead, and could only vaguely see the dim halo of gas lamps. In this quiet environment, there was only the sound of wind.
and his own footsteps echoed.
For some reason, Miston Ger suddenly became nervous. He grabbed his backpack and started trotting.
His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he couldn't tell why, but he always had an illusion, an illusion that he was being targeted.
It was like a mouse staring at by night owls under the dark night sky.
Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps came from him.
Mistonge stopped suddenly, his heart beat gradually strengthened, and his palms began to sweat.
And in the thick fog in front of him, a tall shadow slowly walked out and walked towards him step by step.