The magic competition officially began, and Maggie had to represent the temple. As soon as she sat down in the VIP seat, she heard a surprised male voice in her ear.
"Your Highness, good day."
Maggie turned her head and saw the sign of the Green Tower. Looking up, she saw a face full of joy – it was Burwin.
"I'm a little surprised that you're representing the Tower. I thought you were still in the Kingdom of Saint Na."
She politely brought up her past experiences to create a common topic and avoid an awkward conversation later.
"To my shame, we still haven't caught the murderer who attacked you, the escaped vampire."
Burvin also remembered his mission, and a faint, embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
"It's alright, no need to rush."
Maggie spoke reassuringly, not intending to make things difficult for the young mage. After all, she still had a deal to make with the Green Shade Tower, and she believed that the sage in the tower should be quite interested in the knowledge she possessed.
The bait has already been thrown out; there's no reason why the fish wouldn't take it.
Besides, she already knows who the murderer is, so she would be more surprised if Burvin could actually catch Lilia.
"However, Your Highness, please rest assured that even if I am not in charge of investigating the murderer for the time being, the Tower has sent a new magician. My presence here is by no means intended to neglect you."
Burvin seemed genuinely apologetic, and even though Maggie said it didn't matter, he still explained earnestly.
"Yes, I trust the Tower to do things."
Maggie smiled and turned her gaze back to the dueling arena. Compared to the arena at the slave auction, this place was clearly more spacious, better equipped, and even had a protective barrier to prevent magic from splashing.
pity......
The difference between them was negligible in Maggie's eyes; both were places for nobles to watch and have fun, only one was legal and the other was underground.
Unfortunate slaves and the poor, still willing to risk everything and sign life-or-death pacts for the large sums of gold coins prepared for the victor of a duel.
Equally filthy, disgusting, and ridiculous.
Maggie closed her eyes, suppressing her emotions. There was nothing she could do; such things happen in any era. Even in modern times, there are underground boxing matches. It's nothing more than the desire of those in power for bloody battles; it's all a product of the pursuit of thrills.
Driven by profit, pursuing desires.
Sitting here, Maggie always has the illusion that she is part of the perpetrators.
"Your Highness, today's main event is the various magic academies. It is said that there are many genius magicians this year, some of whom have already broken through to the level of mage at a young age."
Upon seeing Maggie looking into the arena, Burwin immediately began to enthusiastically explain.
"The chief mage of the tower has no credibility whatsoever in saying this. In your presence, who would dare to call themselves a genius?"
Maggie smiled, deliberately making her tone light and even a little teasing.
"Your Highness is flattering me too much. I was just lucky. In terms of understanding magic, I'm afraid I'm not even half as good as Your Highness."
Burwin is easily embarrassed, and when Maggie praised him like that, he immediately became flustered and very humble and polite.
"You flatter me, Chief."
Maggie curled her lips into a smile. At this moment, the first match was about to begin. The mentor, who was in charge of the refereeing, stood in the center of the field, and the two magicians soon took the stage.
Maggie's gaze swept over the male mage on her right and lingered on him.
Because this magician was clearly acting very strangely; his movements were stiff, his face was expressionless, and he didn't seem normal.
Maggie's sixth sense was always accurate, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.
Her fingers clenched tightly; she couldn't show any panic now, she had to continue observing.
The noise from the sidelines continued, and after the referee announced the start of the match, the battle on the field was about to begin.
The fireball and wind domain blockade were launched almost simultaneously, colliding in mid-air and emitting a dazzling white light.
As Maggie's gaze sank, the mage she was targeting leaped up to the other side of the arena to avoid the splash of fireballs.
Most magicians are physically weak, so how could they possibly have such a strong jumping ability?
really.....
Immediately afterwards, he used the wind to rush towards his opponent like a cannonball, and a mimicking wind dragon appeared from behind him, roaring as it charged towards his opponent.
The opponent seemed surprised that a mage would choose close combat, and instinctively reached out to block, but unexpectedly a wind dragon appeared behind him.
He then flipped backward in a bizarre posture to the other side, like a marionette, completely exceeding the normal limits of human beings.
At the same time, the wind blew up his magic robe, revealing his bare arms.
Maggie's pupils contracted sharply because she saw a brand that was all too familiar.
Joyce had the same brand on his body when he died.
It is the exclusive mark of the puppeteer Ivy. The puppets he manipulates, whether living or dead, will all bear this mark.
He's here!
With such a brilliant fighting style, the puppet undoubtedly won the match. When the referee announced the result, the puppet suddenly turned its head towards the direction of Maggie's VIP seat.
He grinned at her, revealing a strange smile.
Maggie's brow twitched, and she abruptly stood up, before she could even remind the referee on the field.
Then something terrible happened.
The magician collapsed to the ground, as if he had lost his support or his puppet had lost its strings. He was boneless, just a skin and bones, limp and slumped together.
Without a doubt, he is dead, and he is dead.
Humans without bones, only skin and flesh, could not possibly survive.
A moment of silence fell over the scene. Although casualties were expected, such a bizarre manner of death was certainly not one of the anticipated possibilities.
Some timid nobles screamed in terror, their cries echoing throughout the area.
Maggie seemed not to hear, and in her mind's eye, she vaguely saw Ivy's eerie and sinister face, with his almost blood-red lips curled up in a wicked smile at her.
A sudden wave of physiological nausea surged into my stomach, and my head was filled with uncontrollable tinnitus.
The scene before my eyes became blurry and unreal.
It wasn't until the priests and nuns in charge of healing rushed onto the stage that Maggie returned to reality, and her empty, bewildered eyes regained their light.
This is a blatant provocation from Ivy.
She had promised to tell him why she still had to appear in this way, and why she had to kill innocent people!
This is the first time someone has died because of her.
Sure enough, a ghost is a ghost, and its nature is hard to change.
Maggie took a deep breath and, without the slightest hesitation, turned and left the VIP seat.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would lose control of her emotions.
This time she was really angry.
Maggie quickened her pace and left the dueling arena, radiating an uncontrollable, tyrannical, and icy aura. Everyone who saw Maggie along the way was startled by her imposing presence.
If it weren't for the saint's robes Maggie was wearing, some people would have doubted whether the person who just passed by was the Saintess of Light.
If she is a saint, how could she look so terrifying?
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