Chapter 83 Free
After Lu Yi opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that his magic power had stabilized at the level of a first-level magician.
He sat up suddenly, and then realized that he was lying on his bed in the dormitory.
There was a cup of water on the bedside, and a small heat-insulating magic circle under the cup, so that he could drink warm water at the best temperature at any time.
Lu Yi looked around the dormitory that he was very familiar with, feeling somewhat helpless.
This was not a dream, the magic power in the body was unusually abundant and active.
He clearly remembered that he should have failed.
He knocked on the door that imprisoned him from the trainee magician to the first-level magician, but he could not survive the baptism of the vortex.
Before he passed out, he was still praying that his magic power wouldn't decline too much.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened my eyes, my magic power increased instead of decreased, and I directly stepped into a new realm.
[“857, what’s going on? Haven’t I ever been able to handle this before?”]
[Uh... this, it's hard for me to explain it to you clearly, sir.] 857 hesitated, not knowing whether to tell Lu Yi the truth.
[“That means you actually know. If you know, just say it.”]
[Okay, I told you not to get too excited.]
Lu Yi nodded.
[That someone, that god kissed you on the mouth. ]
Lu Yi's expression remained unchanged. Lu Yi nodded calmly, and then Lu Yi looked up suddenly.
[“Who? What? Kissed? Who kissed who? Kissed me?”]
857 was amused by his reaction, and tried to hold back her laughter, and said calmly: [Yes, the god who helped you kissed you secretly.]
Considering that Lu Yi was a pure gay man with no experience in love, 857 refrained from telling him the details.
It wasn't just a kiss, it was a French kiss!
857 recalled the scene he had "accidentally" seen, and the parts operating in the background began to heat up.
It had always known that its host was very handsome, but 857 had never imagined that he was so good-looking that even a mechanical life form like it could be moved.
857 remembered that the last time its parts heated up was when it had just left the factory. Because of an irreconcilable conflict with the host at that time, it accidentally killed the host in the crack of time and space.
The first time its parts heated up was when the host's blood splashed on it.
The second time was when he witnessed Lu Yi breathing weakly under a god.
Lu Yi seemed to be unable to accept it. He was stunned for a long time before he recovered and asked calmly: [“Did you see the appearance of the god clearly?”]
[No, I can't see the face of the god clearly. Although the "I King" system is a golden finger, it can't break the rules of this world. ]
Do not look directly at God.
Lu Yi can do it, but 857 still has to abide by the rules.
[“Did you see any other features?”] Lu Yi continued to ask unwillingly.
Even if he couldn't see the face clearly, he would at least see some other features that would allow him to make some preliminary judgments about the god.
[Does long black hair count? ]
Black hair?!
Such obvious features allowed Lu Yi to instantly lock onto Ares.
He originally wondered if the owner of the silver hair might be the residual soul of the God of Light, but he did not expect it to be Ares.
After confirming who was coming, Lu Yi had a complicated expression.
[“But why did He kiss me? Because He favors me? So He can bless me?”]
Just like Callisto kissed his forehead before, Ares kissed his lips perhaps as a blessing?
Lu Yi couldn't continue making up stories.
He really couldn't convince himself, but continuing to dwell on this matter would obviously not lead to any results.
Fortunately, he has always been a strong-willed person, and after struggling to no avail, he simply put the matter behind him.
Lu Yi lifted the quilt, picked up the cup of water and sat on the edge of the bed.
He sipped the warm water in the cup, his mind empty.
All the messy and complicated thoughts were cleared away, and the feeling of having an empty mind was extremely relaxing.
Who is he? Where is he? What is he going to do?
I don’t know, I don’t know, and I don’t care.
Lu Yi suddenly understood why some people like to meditate.
Maybe he should try to develop this hobby.
Lu Yi thought unconsciously, and then continued to leave his mind blank.
Until the sound of the phone ringing interrupted him.
Lu Yi put down the water cup, walked to the table and answered the phone.
"Hello……"
"Lu Yi, it's me, Saman."
A leisurely and soft voice came from the other end of the phone.
He didn't feel it when they were face to face, but now through the electric current of the telephone receiver, Lu Yi could clearly feel the peculiarity of Saman's voice.
Although I could definitely tell that the other person was a male based on his voice, there was still a sense of androgynousness in that voice.
Lu Yi rubbed his ears silently and responded: "Hello, Senior Saman, what's the matter?"
"Something's up. There's a meeting for the twelve seats this evening. I came to remind you."
Lu Yi nodded, "Okay, I understand, thank you for your reminder..."
There was a light laugh coming from the other side.
Then Lu Yi heard Saman's voice sounding somewhat gloating.
"By the way, what happened to you yesterday? How did Cromwell blow up the eleventh floor and get seriously injured? I heard that his level dropped and he fell a small realm..."
Lu Yi's expression changed slightly when he heard this. "What happened?"
"He used his magic to overwhelm me, and I fought back. As a result, his magic went riot, and my godfather and teacher arrived in time to save me."
Lu Yi narrated simply, but he couldn't help but complain in a low voice while narrating.
"I really didn't expect that his magic power would go mad so easily. Is it just because I fought back against him?"
"Impossible." Saman retorted, "Although Cromwell is a manipulative and arrogant guy, he shouldn't be unbalanced if you fight back... Can you still hurt him? There must be other factors causing it."
Could it be possible that Lu Yi, a newly-trained magician, could cause any real harm to Cromwell, a fourth-rank magician?
Don't be ridiculous, this is a gap of three or four major realms!
It was already very powerful that Lu Yi's attack could get close to Cromwell.
The silence on the other end of the phone froze Saman's expression.
He asked in disbelief: "...Did your attack really hurt him?"
"Just a little bit, but it should be considered an effective attack." Lu Yi said implicitly.
Samantha fell silent.
He found it hard to believe that an apprentice magician could actually launch an effective attack on a fourth-level magician.
But based on his understanding of him, Lu Yi would never tell such a lie for no reason.
That is to say, this is the fact.
Although he found it unbelievable and incomprehensible, this actually happened to Lu Yi and Cromwell.
Saman took a deep breath, shook his head and said slowly: "This is too crazy..."
"Really? You actually injured a fourth-level magician. No wonder Cromwell's magic power went haywire. I suddenly understand him a little bit now..."
"Ah? I don't understand. I've never seen a wizard's magic power erupt before." Lu Yi asked in confusion.
Cromwell's riot was the first time that Lu Yi encountered a magic riot caused by a wizard. The violent and surging magic power left a deep impression on him.
Saman sighed and said with emotion: "Magic Riot. As the name suggests, it means that something extremely unacceptable to the magician has happened, causing him to lose control."
"Your attack not only hit his body, but also crushed his invincible heart!"
Putting himself in other people's shoes, Saman thought that if he was hurt by an apprentice magician even though he was prepared, he would not be able to accept it.
He, a second-level magician, is like this, let alone Cromwell, a fourth-level magician?
It is no exaggeration to say that the invincible world he had built with countless victories over the years collapsed.
Thinking of this, Saman even felt some sympathy for Cromwell.
"No wonder he refused to mention yesterday..."
"No." Samantha clapped her hands, "I have to go have a good talk with him now."
Although Saman had no grudge against Cromwell on the surface, he still remembered how this man threatened him last year!
He finally got a golden opportunity to laugh at someone, and Saman would never let it go easily.
"Hang up, Lu Yi, remember to come around 7:30 in the evening."
As if he suddenly remembered something, Saman stopped hanging up the phone and continued to remind him, "By the way! Because the eleventh floor was blown up, the meeting will be held on the tenth floor. Don't go to the wrong floor..."
…
When I stepped into the student conference building again, the button for the eleventh floor on the staircase had indeed gone dark.
Lu Yi raised his eyebrows and pressed the button for the tenth floor.
Just as the motor was about to rise, Saman staggered into the hall.
He saw Lu Yi standing in the motor stairs, and immediately took a step forward and successfully caught up with the motor.
"Hi, Junior Lu Yi."
There was an irrepressible smile on Saman's face.
"Hello, Senior Saman. You look very happy. I guess you had a good chat?"
He did not specify who Suman was talking to, but it was clear that both of them knew the answer.
Samant nodded, smiling even more.
"I really haven't seen him look so frustrated in a long time, hahahahaha. Lu Yi, I'm not exaggerating. You didn't see his face, it was blue and white, and he had to consider the etiquette of the nobility and endure it... The ruby ring on his hand that he often wore was almost crushed by him, hahaha!"
His description was so vivid that Lu Yi could even imagine Cromwell's face as he pinched the ring with an expression of great effort on his face.
Lu Yi couldn't help but laugh too.
The two continued to chat briefly, and then the motor staircase reached the tenth floor.
The division of the tenth floor was extremely simple. At this moment, all the rooms were closed, and only the door of the spacious room in the center, which looked like a conference room, was open.
There was also a dark blond man standing next to the room with his back to him.
It was Cromwell.
The two looked at each other and walked towards the room.
Cromwell heard the noise behind him and turned slowly.
His eyes met Lu Yi's.
Lu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just when Lu Yi thought Cromwell was going to continue or make a threat, an elegant and relaxed smile appeared on Cromwell's face.
He passed by Saman next to him and said to Lu Yi with a smile: "Lu Yi, I didn't scare you yesterday, did I?"
"I'm really sorry. I just happened to be in a bottleneck period before. The fluctuation of magic power is very unstable. It's also bad luck for both of us that a riot happened yesterday. But no matter how I explain it, I am sorry for you."
Lu Yi relaxed his slightly frowning brows, but was wondering in his heart what tricks Cromwell was playing.
If the hard way doesn't work, then try the soft way?
But did he get the order wrong? Normally, shouldn't it be soft first and hard later, and only those who refuse the toast should be served the penalty drink?
Why is it that when it comes to him, it becomes hard first and then soft?
"I also know that empty apologies are meaningless. How about this? Lu Yi, I will personally provide you with two blue-level skill scrolls..."
Lu Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled as well, "Okay, senior, you are really generous. I didn't actually care about what happened yesterday. After all, I know that the uncontrollable magic riot was not what you wanted."
Don’t miss this free intermediate skill scroll.
Lu Yi stretched out his hand and signaled Cromwell with clear eyes to transfer the money.
Cromwell's smile froze slightly, and then he handed the two scrolls to Lu Yi very naturally.
"I specially selected these two skill scrolls for you, my junior. They are very suitable for the elements you have awakened..."
Lu Yi glanced at the two scrolls and after confirming that there was no problem with the cyan scrolls, he threw the scrolls directly into his space ring.
He didn't listen to Cromwell's words just now. After collecting the scroll, he raised his head and smiled at Cromwell and said, "Thank you so much, senior."
"I will definitely make good use of these two scrolls!"
Make good use of the skills given by the fourth-level magician, and keep up the good work next time to continue to defeat the fourth-level magician.
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