Chapter 80 Want to listen?

The referee didn't know how he walked away.

He let go of his hand in a daze, and stood there watching Joyce rush to the center in three or two steps.

President Walker?

How could she be here!

Joyce stopped the doctor. Her face was recognizable enough that the doctor hesitated for a second before letting Alec, who was floating in the air, come down.

Joyce briefly searched his waist bag.

A bunch of random potions? They're useless.

Three replacement wands? Throw away.

All kinds of precious materials? She has seen a lot.

The doctor saw that she had messed up the ingredients and medicine, and hurriedly picked up a piece of grass that had fallen by the flames. He was so distressed that he cried out, "Be careful, yam is a good thing!"

Joyce didn't pay any attention to him. She looked through the bag and then looked up: "Where's the blueprint?"

"What drawings?"

The doctor's confusion did not seem fake. Joyce narrowed his eyes and a white light flashed in his pupils.

The doctor suddenly felt as if his soul was taken away by something. He came back to his senses in a trance, looked at his hands, and blinked. Joyce had already lowered his head to look back at the unconscious person.

It wasn't taken by the doctor.

Joyce exhaled slightly and examined Alec's hand again and again.

If she remembered correctly, Alec had been holding the paper in this hand...

——There is paper ash on the palms.

She paused, quickly pried open his ten fingers, and carefully felt around between his fingers, and indeed felt a lot of rough particles.

"Has it been burned clean?"

Joyce frowned. The healing spell took effect too quickly. No large wounds could be seen on Alec's body. Naturally, he couldn't tell if there were any burn marks on his hands.

Forget it, let’s go take a look at the magic circle on the ground.

She quickly abandoned the worthless Alec, took two steps outside, and held her forehead with her hand as she looked at the horrible sight.

They were all trampled to pieces by doctors, assistants and referees.

…

"Edith wins."

When Edith jumped out of the competition venue, Joyce had not yet come down, and commentator No. 1 had just announced the result of the competition.

The people in the stands were still in a state of confusion, not knowing who had won the game - the commentator? As long as they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the commentator's words were untrustworthy!

Edith was not even stopped by any newspapers, teachers or students. She walked onto the stands unhindered and sat in the empty seat next to Hedda.

"...Ah?" The person sitting in the front row of Heda finally saw the face of the person lying in the dissipated mist, "Alec is dead?"

Hedda looked in the direction of the voice and said, "Ah, dead. What about Edith?!"

The last part of her voice suddenly rose, startling everyone in the front row. They all turned their heads and looked at Heda: "Hey, it's you."

"Edith will be your study companion."

"My friend," Hedda replied automatically. "Don't talk about that. Has anyone seen Edith?"

Edith herself, who was sitting next to her: "..."

It's right here.

I don't know what stimulated this group of people, but no one looked aside: "Alec died even with the protective shield on. Edith is either dead or seriously injured and sent to the school hospital."

"Speaking of which, did you guys watch the game clearly?"

"No, the white mist, the flames, the lightning, and the golden light from the magic circle almost blinded me." One person complained, "I just saw Edith using fire to hit the protective shield covered by electricity, and then I heard bang, snap, boom, and crack, and then it was over."

It's simple, but also very precise.

Heda opened her mouth but couldn't say a word in rebuttal. The other party described the scene vividly, exactly the same as what she saw: "...I'd better go to the school hospital to look for it."

"Go ahead. Alec is dead. Since she won, she's probably not dead."

"Alec isn't dead either."

Edith sighed and grabbed Hedda as she stood up.

"ah!"

The sudden touch scared Hedda so much that he shook his hand away. The person in front finally turned his head to the other side, and after seeing who was coming, he let out screams one after another.

“Ghost!”

“Aaaaaaah!”

"When did you come up here?"

Edith had not expected that four or five people gathered together could make such a loud noise. Seeing more and more people looking at her, she cursed inwardly.

"Edith? Are you okay?"

"No, the game is really over? It's only been less than ten minutes!"

"What on earth is going on with that magic circle Alec?"

"You won?"

Edith didn't have time to answer so many questions, and she dragged Hedda back. The seats in the stands were too narrow, and by the time everyone got out to catch up, the two had already disappeared without a trace.

The other side of the stands, corner.

Amy and Belle helped cover and finally secretly brought Edith and Hedda up.

"Damn it! Why is my aunt here?" Amy covered up for Edith while hiding herself, fearing that she would be called over and lectured. "She is the second tour guide?"

"It seems so." Edith sat down and took two sips of water to relax for a while. "You didn't know she was coming?"

It's strange. If she wants to come, who can stop her from coming? Why is she still hiding it?

"Maybe I'm not qualified." Amy didn't dare to run around and honestly squeezed herself into the back seat of Edith's car.

"Who's next?" Edith put down her water cup. She had just circled twice and stopped only after making sure no one was catching up. She had no idea about the current schedule.

"This game is almost over. The next game is Tuttle. After Tuttle, we have to wait three more games before it is Mullin's turn." Bell read out the list skillfully.

Only 50 people were left in the second round, which meant a total of 25 matches. The competition pressure increased dramatically. Amy was lucky and met the bottom player, and the battle was resolved within 20 minutes. However, Bell met a very strong fourth-year student and struggled to finish 30 minutes. In the end, he narrowly won the qualification to the next round because of two more effective moves.

Lin Qi was only in the top 50. He didn't feel much regret - his main focus was on swordsmanship, and swordsmanship was not an advantage in this wide practice field.

Before he could get close, the opponent froze his hands with ice.

"I'm not worried about Tuttle. I've studied the opponent he drew, and he happens to be good at dealing with the opponent's spells." Edith shook her head. "I'm more worried about Mulin."

"Yeah." Bell pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

Celeste Eddy, the opponent that Mullin drew in this round, is generally predicted to be a top-seven contender.

But strength is not the reason for everyone's worry. Edith sat down and sighed: she would rather Mulin drew Zebulon.

Although the prince is very powerful, at least he doesn't have those weird bad tastes.

Hedda was confused for a moment: "Celeste, who?"

She had only followed Edith's match and was not familiar with the others.

"The only one who almost killed someone in the last round."

Heda gasped, "After winning the match, he refused to let the doctor in to treat his opponent, ran to the top of the bell tower with his seriously injured opponent, and threatened to blow up the building if anyone dared to come up?"

I heard that it was Dean Keith who personally took action and forcibly cast a healing spell at the bottom of the tower, relying on the extremely long casting distance to barely save the life of the girl on the building - but the girl has not woken up yet.

"Because my last name is Eddie, such a big thing was suppressed..."

"If you really want to find out, it's just a normal game mistake. It's not like Beunis College has never had a precedent of losing in the league, and it's not just because of Eddie." Amy came over and said, "Let's stop talking for now, Tuttle's game is about to start."

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

"Come in."

Shelly frowned, locked the laboratory, and added several layers of protection step by step. Then he walked to the office outside and unlocked the door.

Seeing the newcomer, he rarely showed a bit of surprise: "...President Walker?"

What is she here for?

Shelly didn't remember having any relationship with this person. He had been doing research under Edith, and the only contact he had was with the branch president of the Pharmacy Association. Apart from a few glances on important occasions, he had never communicated with her face to face.

Even when he blew up the Pharmacy Guild, he didn't see her in person.

"You're not in the association anymore, so call Joyce." Joyce walked in sideways without any courtesy, slammed the door shut, and stopped Carter who was following behind him outside.

Shelly frowned, stepped aside to let the other person in, and looked out the window.

Barry Carter?

"Yes, it's Edith's old subordinate." Joyce found a seat and sat down familiarly. Shelly turned around and paused subtly - that was his favorite chair.

You’re welcome.

"What do you want to talk to me about, President?" He sat down in front of the other person casually, keeping a certain distance. "Is it related to the teacher?"

It took Joyce two seconds to realize who the teacher Shelly was talking about was: "Yes, I almost forgot, you are her student."

Shelly dropped her eyes. "So it's really about her?"

After experiencing the incident where the Pharmacy Association forcibly seized Edith's body, Shelly's vigilance had reached its peak. Joyce saw that the atmosphere was not right and immediately asked, "Did Edith design a magic circle that can change functions?"

Shelly raised his head, frowning: "...How do you know?"

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to be in a good mood. "Your teacher's old subordinate hid the design drawings and gave them to his son. The original intention was to give him self-defense. I didn't expect that guy to use it directly on the competition field."

Shelly stood up suddenly: "So the thunder just now--"

Joyce: "Yes, it was Berry's son who did it."

"Is anyone injured?"

"It seems that you are well aware of its danger." Joyce raised his eyebrows, stood up from the back of the chair, leaned forward with pressure, and put his face close to the other party, "Why didn't you hand it in?"

"As a member of the association, I should hand over this groundbreaking research result to my superiors for disposal."

"Edith is not from the Magic Circle Association." Shelly did not let her lead him, and said calmly, "She only needs to submit results related to potions."

Joyce clicked his tongue and said, "...Then I will now use my authority as the president of the association to ask you to hand over the design."

"I will give Edith the treatment she deserves, her work will not be plagiarized, and her name will be written into textbooks in the future - she should not die in obscurity."

Shirley frowned; he didn't like Joyce's choice of words.

"There are still many problems with this magic circle." He lowered his head and slowly adjusted his cloak, "For example, it may accidentally hurt the person in the middle of the protective shield..."

"I can offer an equivalent reward," Joyce said quickly.

"I heard that you've been researching magic circles recently? It just so happens that there seem to be some strange rumors in the Magic Circle Association recently. Would you like to hear about them?"