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Chapter 172 Are you pregnant? Let me see it with magic

"Go away!"

The 60-degree cone-shaped fan can spray high-temperature flames 10 meters away, which can be compressed and explode within two to three meters.

Ice versus fire, a head-on confrontation, pure energy. The diffuse ice mist was swept away first, and the white fire did not stop, directly impacting the ice giant.

The body made of solid ice was thinned on the spot. A large amount of white mist rose, and then, ice water fell like rain, forming a small puddle between the ice giant's feet.

The ice giant froze. The old magician's voice came again: "Back off! Back off!"

The water splashed. The ice giant staggered backwards, one step, two steps, three steps, and finally sat down on the ground, solidifying into a lump of unconscious ice.

The old magician flew down from the rock. He held his staff in one hand and his robe in the other. He stood on tiptoes to avoid the ice on the road, jumped and jumped, and ran over like a fat duck.

Seeing that his daughter was fine, the female knight fell to the ground, but she didn't look like anything was wrong. When her shoulders slumped, her whole body collapsed, and she became ten centimeters shorter on the spot:

"so far so good……"

After exhaling this breath, he turned to Gretel with a grateful face: "Thank you very much! This ice element suddenly lost control. If you hadn't blocked it, I really wouldn't have had time to send it back. You..."

He looked up at Bernard, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, and saw the top of the big bone rod:

"What do you call me? Are you and your followers okay?"

The barbarian smiled naively, put away his bone club, and stood behind Gretel. Gretel waved his hands naturally, taking on the responsibilities of communication between the two of them:

"I'm fine. With the master's control, even if we don't help, we should be able to take back the ice elements in time. At most, the lady will be a little frightened - is the lady okay?"

"Huh! What a dead girl!" The old magician glared at his daughter, and then started blowing his beard and glaring. The female knight hugged her friend, took two steps back, her face full of warning. The two sides met their eyes, and immediately started a new round.

During the quarrel, Gretel stood aside and listened to a few words. He felt as if his head was going to explode. He couldn't help but try to persuade him:

"Master, Miss Knight, can you allow me to say a word?"

"What do you want to say?"

The old magician's face softened. Gretel bowed slightly:

"Master, even if you are angry, you still love your daughter. No matter how you deal with this situation, it is always better to find a high-level healer. I just want to visit Wood from the Order of the God of Nature.

Elder, if master has time, can you take the young lady with you?"

"You?" The old magician looked at him doubtfully and glanced at the badge on his chest: first-level magician, first-level arcanist. At this level, can you directly visit Elder Wood? "——

By the way, I didn’t ask you just now, what is your name?”

Grete quickly reported his name. Seeing the old magician frown slightly, as if recalling, he added: "Last month's "Arcane"——"

"Oh, I remembered." The old magician suddenly realized. "That paper was indeed signed by many priests - so you are familiar with him?"

"It's really familiar." Gretel gestured, and the barbarian ran back behind the rock, took the oak staff and handed it to Gretel. The old magician glanced at the two green leaves on the head of the staff, and his brows jumped again:

First-level magician, first-level arcanist, second-level priest, what is this guy's plan?

Although it was strange, the credibility increased. He nodded lightly:

"Then I'd like you to recommend me."

After persuading one, there was another. Gretel turned to the female knight, Selina stood up to cover her friend, her emerald green eyes were blazing, her lips were moving, and she looked ready to refuse. Gretel quickly rushed to speak:

"This lady, there is obviously something wrong with Miss Iris's current situation. If she is not... then she must be sick. It will always be good for her to find a good healer, right?"

See a doctor!

See a doctor!

If you have any questions, be sure to see a doctor, and don’t keep it to yourself!

The female knight's eyes flickered slightly, and she turned back to see her friend. Iris was hiding behind her, petite and pale, like a frightened little pigeon. Her slender fingers grasped the edge of the cloak, even if it was covered by the cloak,

You can also see her belly bulging, which does look like she is pregnant.

"I'll take her away! Don't touch her!"

She spoke with a straight face, looking half at the old magician and half at Gretel, the barbarian behind her. Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly:

"Okay, okay, you take her and walk. Try to walk as steadily as possible. I think she doesn't feel comfortable..."

The group set off again. When they arrived at Oak Ridge, Elder Wood happened to have no patients, so he welcomed them in and looked around: "What's wrong? Who is uncomfortable..."

"This damn girl doesn't learn well! I've been out for a few months, and she's become like this!" the old magician said angrily. He pulled off his cloak, threw it back to the female knight, and pointed at his daughter's belly:

"Master, please take action and get rid of this scoundrel! I will take her to a different place. In a few years, she can marry innocently!"

"I'm not pregnant! I haven't even touched a man's hand!" Iris burst into tears. The old magician roared: "Who else are you trying to lie to? My belly is so big, I can't eat anything, and I want to vomit."

!Do you have to give birth to a scoundrel before you are willing to admit that you have done something scandalous?"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Elder Wood smiled and reassured: "Tolga, don't be anxious, girl, don't cry yet. Sit tight and let me use my magic to take a look..."

He waved away the others, held the oak staff with both hands, and murmured a prayer. The green leaves on the head of the staff revealed a clear and moist brilliance, which shrouded the girl. Iris had been crying and twitching before, but she calmed down soon after being covered by the green light.

Come down, lower your head, and try not to shed a single tear.

Huh?

Does this magic also have the function of soothing emotions?

Grete was surprised and couldn't help but take a step forward. He saw Elder Wood's eyes half-open and half-closed. The look was very familiar. He was obviously observing something in his meditation field of vision. He made a half circle to the left and a half circle to the right.

He squatted down and felt it carefully for a while, and finally breathed out affirmatively:

"Not pregnant."

"No?" The old magician looked at the elder suspiciously. "Old wood, don't save face for me. You damn girl has such a big belly..."

"I really didn't feel the child's breath of life." Elder Wood shook his head firmly. The old magician looked disbelieving and grabbed his wrist:

"Really? - Don't coax me! I had a pastor come to my door a few days ago, and they said I could feel the breath of life in my belly!"

"Indeed, there is, but it's very messy and complicated, and has nothing to do with children!" Elder Wood retorted resolutely. The old magician became even more uneasy:

"Don't lie to me! - It's easy to handle now that it's so big. If you don't get rid of it, it will be even more troublesome in the future."

"There really is no life breath of a child! - If you don't believe it, just feel it for yourself!"

Elder Wood could not provide any irrefutable evidence, so he could only answer this way. The old magician shook his head even harder:

"I'm a magician! You priests can feel the breath of life, but I can't!"

Two old men who were estimated to be 150 years old in total, one refused to believe it, and the other insisted on his position but could not provide any evidence. They argued endlessly. Grete stood aside and watched for a long time, and saw the girl with tears in her eyes, pressing her abdomen with one hand.

, I bent down several times and felt nauseous, so I couldn’t help but take a step forward:

"Elder, Master, Miss, can you... let me use magic to take a look at it?"


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