Illimitable Until Death

What happened in the dormitory of Changbai Middle School students is naturally impossible to know.

Even if we knew, we didn't know what to do, so why don't we just let it go?

Besides, even if you don't think about the permanent table, there are other messes to deal with.

At the cost of accompanying Sylvia once, Fong Li is now a celebrity, and even going out on the street requires the use of headphones that Sylvia used to prepare herself for disguise in order to be unwatched.

Walking down the street, looking at a student in a winter uniform next to him said laughing past, and his heart also darkened.

“Speaking of which, it is not time to continue wearing summer uniforms. ”

In the school city, uniforms are almost certainly mainstream clothing.

After all, more than 80% of the population here are students, and school uniforms naturally become mainstream garments.

In the past, there have also been a number of uniform reviews in the school metropolitan area, comparing the uniforms of each school and ranking them.

Fang Li is wearing plainclothes now, but in the school city, students wear uniforms with clearly stipulated school rules. If they do not want to be given tea by the guard or the wind discipline committee, they must wear uniforms anyway during school.

“Though I'm on leave now. ”

Why don't you find another chance for Miss Moe to bring herself and Sylvie a new uniform?

With that in mind, Minori walked forward.

“Hmm?”

At this point, the square suddenly stopped.

An obscure magic, slowly transmitted as far as it could sense.

Under that obscure magic, one magic seemed to have been activated.

In the influence of that magical force, the surrounding pedestrians still have laughing conversations, but they don't know why, they start to spread around.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding area was completely empty, with no one left.

If you look here, how can you not understand the magic that is activated?

“Disperse the idle...”

It is precisely the magic of the junction that can disperse ordinary human beings.

Then…

“A painful gift to the giant (Purisaz_Naupiz_Gebo)...”

As a low sound sounded, the surrounding temperature climbed.

“Boo-hoo! ”

Under the sound of an explosion, the burning flames burst suddenly, coming from behind the square, looking like boxing by a flaming giant, carrying a terrible high temperature enough to melt the steel, relentlessly bombarding the direction of the square.

“Boom boom -! ”

The flame thus struck the earth directly, bursting in the roaring sound, turning it into a rolling wave of fire, swallowing the square into it, and covering the surrounding area, burning constantly.

The ground, all of a sudden, became scorched black.

Burned at such high temperatures, just don't be afraid, it's just that a truck will gradually burn out without a trace.

But the square is not ordinary.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

Fire, gradually began to disperse.

The star power was not used, the whole person was in a flame with terrible high temperatures, let the flame calm, but even the clothes were not burned, as if blown by the breeze, all undamaged.

“Hmmm...”

The next second, a very unpleasant cold hum went off.

“It's becoming more and more like a monster. Don't you even see the 3,000 degrees Celsius temperature? ”

It is natural to say such a sentence to acquaintances in the square.

A priest in a costume, more than two meters tall, with a tattoo on his face, smoke in his mouth, and a magician like a bad teenager.

Heron, that's Stills.

In the face of this two words is enough to kill ordinary people to attack their priests on the spot, but there is a seemingly pointless appearance.

“The way you say hello is still so dangerous, if magicians are all guys like you, the world is doomed. ”

Doesn't matter, it makes Stills' expression more and more unpleasant, only with a dangerous angle at the corner of his mouth.

“It's just a little lesson for the guy who throws away the guy who should be protected.” Stills said with some hatred, "Thanks to all the stupid things you've done, I haven't worked very hard lately. ”

Sure enough, Steele has been secretly protecting Intix ever since he left.

While thinking about it like that, he didn't think it was easy to say, “There should be a limit to over-protection. Do you think it's that easy to get rid of Intix? ”

Even if he wasn't there, Arista, that guy would have secretly kept the forbidden bibliography safe.

That's what we know, so we don't worry about leaving.

Stills, however, asked if he saw through what was in Fong's mind.

“Do you think the kid would be absolutely safe with school city protection?” Steele sarcastically said, "If it's normal, it's not the same these days. ”

“Recently?” Fanliton slightly asked, “What do you mean? ”

Stills did not answer in the first place, but smoked in silence.

And then Stills looked right into the square.

“Did you already know about the Book of Law?” Stills mentioned what was only a few days ago in the world, saying: "As a result, Osora, who was hunted down by the Roman Orthodox Church, was admitted to the British Puritanical Church, and even the battle troops who were destroyed by His Highness, the one beside you, were unanimously received by the British Puritanical Church, and Skygrass Cross Awesomeness was incorporated into the British Puritanical Church, which added a lot of our strength to it. ”

“So in that incident, you British Puritans were the biggest winners, right?” But, as far as I know, because of the cleft's selfish actions, the English Knights are not ready to fix your Puritans. ”

“... you are quite familiar with Britain's covert form.” Stills laughed with some pointers: “Should I really say that a magic book thief who has been staring at all the great magical forces around the world? ”

“And then what? What kind of trouble does a puritan thief have?” Four or two kilos off Steele's sarcasm, laughing and not laughing, said: "Isn't that the trouble that caused Intix to be in danger of being attacked, that's why you've been so scared to protect her in the dark? ”

Stilton's got a tongue.

Stills, who knew he was no match for language, could only throw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, lift one foot and crush it.

Spinning, Stills tightened his face and said this.

“Do you know the right seat of God? ”