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Who are these people?

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Just when Meester wanted to smash the wall, Eleven calmed down, shaking his head and continuing to explain: "Don’t be mad at first. Think about the legend of the werewolf. The werewolf will lose it after transforming. Reason, you may not even know that you have changed!"

"Think about it, have you ever been in a strange place when you woke up in the morning? Have you ever woke up with your clothes torn apart? Na na na, think about it!"

Eleven stretched out a big face and leaned in front of Meester, nagging like chanting.

"No! Don't think about it! I'm not a werewolf."

Meester is also full of black lines now, no matter how good his temper is, he will be angry at such unreasonable suspicions, and his tone has become a little impatient.

Eleven scratched his head dejectedly when he saw Meester in front of him was still dead.Why is this person so stubborn?

"I'm really not a werewolf." Seeing Eleven's stance that he was going to fight to the end, Meester finally made a concession, spread his hands helplessly, and defended.

"Werewolves shouldn't be able to use any special magic in the legend, right? And I am a wizard who can use magic, can it prove that I am not a werewolf?"

There is obviously a feeling of coaxing children in Meester's words, but these words have a miraculous effect on Eleven...

"Huh? Werewolves don't know how to use magic? Then what kind of magic do you know?" Eleven immediately attracted attention, tilting his head and looking at Meester curiously.

"My magic is "teleport", magic that can move instantaneously! I have never heard of that werewolf can move instantaneously."

After that, Meester couldn't help but praise his wit, but he didn't expect that he had such a talent to coax children.I'm awesome!

But the Eleven on the other side frowned when he heard what he said, and asked, "Then what is your other magic?"

"Wh, what other magic? I only know this one..."

Meester was stunned by the question of Eleven, the little pride in his heart just disappeared immediately, and he was a little guilty not to look at Eleven's eyes.

"You lie!" Eleven stared at Meister with bright eyes, with a gloomy light in his eyes, "You have a very strong mental power, it is impossible to not know the spiritual magic! Why do you lie to me?"

Mestre's mental power is indeed very strong, strong enough to overflow.Although far less than Eleven, it was also much stronger than the Wallean Racoo he had encountered before.

Originally, Eleven thought that werewolves had very powerful mental powers, so he didn't mention this.But after Meister reminded him, he suddenly realized that this was a wave of spiritual magic.

He just wanted to invade Meister's consciousness with his words, but he was actually blocked.A layer of spiritual magic shielded his thoughts and memories.

Although Eleven was confident that he could also break through this layer of mental power forcibly, even if Meister might be a werewolf, he was still a guild partner. He didn't want to tear his face like this.

"Answer me, why hide your spiritual magic? What is this magic?"

Eleven looked at Meester with a serious face, and no longer had the rude look before.Although he is a funny comparison, he is not stupid.

A spiritual wizard who hides his abilities does not mean anything to think about it.

Eleven knows how weird spiritual magic is than anyone else, and sometimes it is even more terrifying than hiding a werewolf, because spiritual magic is simply impossible to guard against. If you are not careful, even the guild leader's level will be caught.

Meester did not answer Eleven’s question, and lowered his head, looking at his toes.But from his clenched fists, it can be seen that he is not at peace at this time.

This magic is his biggest secret, and now no one in this world knows except the president who brought him back.This is magic that cannot be known...

"Sorry, I can't tell you. But I have absolutely no malice, please believe me." Meester turned his head, frowning and rejected Eleven.

Eleven could feel the pain and sadness emanating from Meester, and he must have his own story.But at this moment is not the time to relent, Eleven must figure out whether Meester's magic is harmful to the guild.

Just like the president said, everyone has a few unforgettable pasts, but these pasts cannot be a reason to hurt guild partners.

Eleven didn't want the guild to suffer a little bit of harm, even if there was a trace, he had to strangle him in the cradle.

"Mester, I still treat you as a guild partner. I hope you can tell me clearly."

"Sorry……"

This time Meester rejected Eleven without even thinking about it. He made up his mind to keep the secret, but as soon as his voice fell, he felt a violent wind before him.

Suddenly raising his head, I saw Eleven floating in front of him, his eyes bursting with light blue light, and the invisible power around him danced into a strong wind.

"I'll say it again, answer my question!" Eleven shouted sharply.

Seeing Eleven's appearance, Meester swallowed subconsciously.

He finally understood why Eleven was called the Great Demon.This mental level of Via made him tremble instinctively, almost kneeling directly on the ground.

However, Meester remained silent. He would rather be killed by Eleven than let anyone know the magic anymore.

"You made the wrong choice!" Eleven's eyes were completely cold this time.

Pangbo's power of thought was pressed from all directions towards Meister, and under normal circumstances he could not avoid it.

However, Mestre was also a genius recognized by Makarov after all, his body reacted faster than his consciousness, moved instantaneously, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

His magic "transport" is a magic that directly replaces the destination space, and will not be trapped by anything.

In the next moment, Meister's body appeared over the back of Eleven's head, and subconsciously he pulled his leg and kicked it towards Eleven's head.

It was only at this moment that Meister's thoughts had just reacted, and he realized that he was attacking Eleven.But it's too late to retract the legs, so I can only try to retract my strength.

But Meester was obviously thinking too much. The Eleven in front of him didn't even turn his head, just turned sideways slightly.Meester felt a huge force from his leg that had not been kicked out, and he was thrown into the air with his whole body, and then crashed into the ground.

Boom!

Mestre was lying in a big bowl-shaped pit, dusty around him, feeling that his whole body was falling apart, coughing desperately, looking at Eleven in the sky, there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Emotions.

His teleportation is indeed very fast, but it is only very fast in the process of moving. There will be a momentary pause in the process of attacking when he reaches the destination. This moment is already for Eleven’s perception. Enough to catch him.

Eleven felt that his teleportation was not even as fast as Laxus's chemical movement, at least Laxus's attack was coherent and flawless.

"Well, Meister, you can talk to me now."

Eleven looked down at Meester condescendingly, his mental power unbridled and exerted coercion.