The tattered floor is really spoiling.

By the time he began to think about the mood, the mage was already a little sober.

The consciousness that was knocked out by a punch gradually woke up, and the conscious calmness gradually resisted the invading demons.

Compared to Penny's will, although the power of the demons is violent, the overly chaotic form of thought is not enough to worry about until there is organized resistance.

It's just that in this kind of erosion, the demons that are out of the source of chaos will gradually absorb the experience and way of thinking of the corroded person, and gradually become organized, which will become more stubborn and difficult to deal with.

An effectively organized enemy is much more difficult to deal with than a chaotic rabble.

If the inner demon continues to absorb Penny's ontological will to grow in this erosion process, the foreseeable result is that the mage's consciousness will not collapse, but the surname will be reshaped by the inner demon.

Becoming a wild thug is not what Penny wants, and since he can't risk schizophrenia to drive out the already ingrained demons, the only way out is to reshape and assimilate the demons under Penny's leadership.

Of course, under the effect of hormones, it is more difficult to take back the dominance of the body, and the nerves are still habitually carrying out instinctive catharsis, until the white ** poured out of the nest, and the vanity after that moment**, the demons were scattered, and the mage gradually took the initiative.

He felt that there was really nothing to say about the current situation, but that the unlucky provocateur had run into the muzzle of the gun, and the concept of the surname of this era, the mage had more or less become accustomed to it, between Moulin and Siferen, and the customs of Ser were not silvery, but they were not too short away from conservative simplicity.

The friction that came from below made him a little painful, and the fork and loop with the forced surname usually caused such a result, which he had not experienced before, and now he knew.

The mage stood up, picked up the magic bag that had fallen on the floor, took out a robe from it, put it on, took out another can of drink, poured it into a small clay cup, and sat down on the bench by the window, drinking it unhurriedly.

He needs to calm down.

Mages don't like to drink alcohol, but only a small part of the continent produces tea and coffee, and after a long trade route, the price of tea and coffee in this place is outrageously expensive, even more than some ordinary magical items, and the quantity is very rare.

At least the low-level red-robed mages who can use tea as a regular drink may not have a surname, and occasionally drink it once or twice, which is a luxury consumption.

So the mage had to make a refreshing drink for himself in other ways.

For example, mint leaves, this thing is quite cheap.

A mouthful of cool, bitter liquid poured into his throat, helping the mage to maximize the separation of his mind from the demons, but to his frown, a small part of it was still glued together, indicating that a part of his mind had been deeply eroded.

His surname will become more irritable, impulsive, and irritable.

Penny rubbed his temples, feeling the need to reinforce the practice of controlling emotions, which is a basic skill of a mage.

He hadn't thought of anything else yet, the victim over there had regained his senses.

It's just a fainting caused by an overly intense emotional impact and **, and for a samurai with a strong physique, this syncope doesn't last long.

He didn't know what to do with this big trouble, which had become worse because of this incident, and Lannie Lou suddenly stuck out her tongue and vomited on the ground with her stomach in her hands, and it could be seen that her stomach was relatively clean, so that the sticky gastric juice flowed to the floor in this vomit.

It's still bloodshot.

The mage's eyelids twitched slightly until all the sound was gone, and after a long time, only heavy gasps and the sound of him pouring tea could be heard.

"Hehehehe~"

A string of nervous laughter floated from the floor, and the mage's back felt an inexplicable chill, and he frowned and turned his head to look at the woman lying on the floor a dozen paces away.

It was an upscale residence for mages in the official's quarters, and at night, the arcane orbs on the walls automatically glowed.

A faint glow dimly shone on the curved curve.

The smooth skin is covered in beads of sweat that flutter with the light, creating a visual effect that pries the mouth.

The mage held back the fire in his heart.

Maybe peppermint tea really has a miraculous effect.

"You...... Don't think that this is a victory!" Two fierce gazes were released from the big eyes that had not dried up the tears, and stared fiercely at the mage's face: "I will not give in......"

"Give in?" the mage sighed, and after the violent resolution, it was time to reason, "What a ridiculous statement. Lady Ferrandlin, I don't seem to have any intention of making an enemy of you. ”

"Ridiculous?" she was stunned.

"You've always been creating conflict. The mage said slowly, "As a subordinate relationship, you have never given me proper respect, and the actions I have taken in response to your actions do not seem to deviate from the rules of Serre, and I can't think of any basis for you to be justified in breaking the rules."

He lifted the teapot again, and the mint water poured into the cup like a streamer, making a ding-dong sound: "Or, we can find a few adults to notarize, the Governor is good, I believe he will make a fair judgment." ”

"Justice, justice?" she seemed to hear some joke: "Justice?......"

"Well, I forgot, in our country, the term 'justice' seems to be inextricably linked to the power of power. The mage frowned suddenly, and his tone became a little sour: "Madam, what do you want to use to defend your own justice?!"

Then a long silence fell into his ears again.

Until the intermittent sneer reached the ears again.

The mage was a little annoyed, and thoroughly understood that he had dragged away the shell of strength and arrogance, this was a spoiled aristocratic lady, who was surnamed Hu Wei and had no responsibility.

"Of course, I'm sorry that this happened, but I can only regret your loss. He spread his hands and decided to put an end to this senseless bickering.

He didn't think the main responsibility was on him, and this woman who took pleasure in lilies probably didn't need a man to be in charge.

Well, that's the inference he got from his own point of view.

But to his surprise, she seemed to be enraged by the argument and threw herself straight into the chair where he was sitting.

Boom!

A powerful impact field from her wand knocked Lannie Lou to the floor, she staggered to her feet, glancing at the mage with anger and reluctance, picking up her shawl from the ground, wrapping her exposed body in her cloak, and limping out of the door that had been smashed by her sword as she entered.

I must pick a time to explain this to the Governor.

After the Black Knight was gone, the mage frowned, thinking so.

Although for the Red Robe Mage Society and the Dalamos family, in the environment of Feren's male superiority and inferiority, women's problems will not cause much turmoil.

But respect for Dalamos is still a must.

At least the elder who was quite senior in the Dalamos family should not be allowed to feel any ill feelings towards him.

Now, he stepped up the stairs and headed for his bedroom.

Before tomorrow's troubles came, he decided to get some sleep first.

As he passed by Lundy Cross's room, he shook his head when he saw the door closed in good interest.

It's been another long day.

...... Hatred, anger, and sorrow.

The black warrior on a black war horse was filled with these emotions in his heart.

The tingling pain in her lower body stimulated her nerves one after another, making her feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

As soon as he entered the governor's palace, he went straight to the bath, threw off his shawl, and plunged headlong into the cold water.

Didn't even activate the magic device under the pool to heat.

She rubbed her skin hard, as if trying to wipe it all away.

But it wasn't long before she collapsed in the middle of the pool, and let out bursts of crushing laughter into the sky.

A small voice entered her ears, and she looked up to see the small bathroom door pushed open, and a maiden dressed as a servant came in with various spices and towels, and she gently recited the opening spell and activated the water heater under the sink.

In order to avoid being activated by mistake, most spell devices usually add some spells as activation words, so that ordinary people who can't do magic can use magic tools in this way.

As the water temperature gradually warmed, Lannie Lou let out a sigh, and the discomfort on her body was not so serious.

She tilted her head and looked at the plump maid, her eyebrows raised.

This maid she knew.

Perhaps, she knows all the women who are a little beautiful in the entire Governor's Palace.

She remembered that the maid, named Lisa, had collapsed on her bed the first night before she had been 'used' by her brothers or elders.

That was two years ago.

A wave of irritability made her reach out and tug at the maid who was adding spices to the warm water: "Dear Lisa, you really have a heart. ”

"Well, miss. The maid looked a little embarrassed: "The master asked me to come with me." ”

"Grandpa?!" Lanelu was stunned for a while, and her expression became gloomy: "How does Grandpa know ......?"

Before she could finish speaking, she realized that it was a very stupid question, and that Muirstantus's mansion was full of magical surveillance devices, and that she had broken into it in such a hurry that she had probably fallen into the grave hands of the governor.

Lannilou's mind was dizzy, and an inexplicable anger arose in her heart, and she dragged the maid into the pool, and the servant's long dress suddenly became wet.

Lisa snorted softly, not resisting, she was well aware of the young lady's quirks.

It was also the duty of these noble servants to satisfy their masters' evil habits.

She closed her eyes, but after a long time, she didn't wait for Lannie Lou to go deeper.

For example, undressing...... The wet maid outfit was still sticking to her body.

The maid suspiciously lifted her eyelids into two slits.

What I saw was the distorted expression on the face of the most beautiful young lady in the Doge's Palace.

** Lifting the corner slightly, a disgusting fear suddenly seeped into Lannie Lou's nerves, causing her stomach and intestines to twitch together with her lower body, and she gave birth to the urge to vomit again.

She screamed hysterically, making a massive splash, and the maid screamed and ran out of the bathroom in horror in her [***] dress.

She had exhausted all her strength, and divine grace could not lift her tired, painful, and devastated body from the pool of warm water again.

Only a weak gasp could be issued.

Night was falling.

The sound of staccato crying wafted from the bathroom.

(To be continued)