Yimetz means absolutely no harm. No good intentions either. Even if it is profitable, he will not deliberately anger others or grant favors. This should be clear to any individual with a will who understands the mystery of the origins of the profession of arcana mage. When he says "study hard", he means that you should study hard.
And you probably should, because he's probably right.
Nesse knew this completely in his heart, but he still couldn't help but feel that Yimeizi's words were harsh, which made him subconsciously disgusted.
It took him a while to realize the difference. The point is not whether we should learn from Yi Chaint - although after those turmoils that lacked explanations and were full of misunderstandings, he has not unreservedly called the Demon Duke his teacher for a long time - the point is that he seems to be the real one now. Got it. That's not what Isaac told him.
What Zhante said is——
…and your students will come to you.
(One day——)
Peng.
Nesai's eyes were dazzled, and he suddenly felt an arrow hit his forehead. The real deal. The huge momentum knocked his entire head back, sending his body flying into the air, while chills and pain spread across his forehead. He didn't have time to grab anything. Because the hand was raised too slowly - or time was slow. When he flew out, the entire process seemed to be slowed down to one-tenth of the usual speed, as slow as if he was just doing a casual leap.
Leap. That's it. Quietly, alone. He didn't hear a sound from Metz or his apprentice beside him, and Lasnuolo who was nearby didn't seem to see what happened to him at all. Nese tried his best to raise his hand one centimeter, and at the same time found that he was facing the sky.
It was obvious that he had crossed some line. Because what he sees is not the sky at the end of the world - the sky is dark gray without even a wrinkle. He flew briefly in the air due to being knocked into the air, and at the same time he couldn't feel a wisp of wind. silence. But not scary. He moved his eyes very slowly, looking left and right very slowly.
Clean and empty.
He only knew of three places with scenery similar to this: the bottom of the sea, deep space, and the depths of some kind of realm. But it's certainly not his own territory. Maybe it’s not a field at all. He didn't know which one would come first, the landing or the answer.
What seems to be coming is the latter. When his eyes returned to center after a difficult time, he saw a familiar figure. Not big because it's far away. But did he even need to recognize him - black and red robes. The demon duke with bright red horns. He was floating lightly in the sky, with his back turned to him. Unable to see the fire in his eyes.
The one with the best brain, the holy angel, the most disobedient student, the superb magician, the sweet-talking liar, the master, the creditor, the fugitive from the universe, the savior, the best experimental subject, the scholar who spends every penny. Brain disaster spouse, dictator——
Winner of 10 million reviews.
"Duke...teacher!" Nesse called to him.
Ezhaint Hincades turned around. The demon's eyes were burning with cyan flames, exactly the same as when they first met.
Yi Chaint bared his teeth and smiled.
"You don't need me anymore."
Leap. Nese was pushed back. He needed to press his head as low as possible to continue seeing him. He did so with all his might, keeping the demon's shadow within his sight. No. I need to. At the same time he thought to himself. But vaguely, he felt that this was not the answer he wanted to say.
"But you need me!" he said. "You need me now. I'm already trying to figure it out. We're all trying to figure it out. Where are you?"
Nese desperately hoped that Icha could follow him. He had flown some distance and was about to lose sight of him again.
"Come with me!" he shouted, "please come with me! First tell me how you are doing!"
"I understand. What else?" The devil's voice was as soft and calm as usual.
what else. Oh my god. What is the problem? Time was passing, and he suddenly didn't know how to grasp it. A quarter of an hour ago, he had absolute confidence, confident that he would not be able to escape his grasp at any time. He had to catch it—
"You need me!"
He looked at himself getting further and further away from Yi Chaint, and shouted with all his strength, "There are other people who need me too! Not just people! The main material plane! The world! The only star! I will try my best to get things done. Okay. But if you still want me to help you after this is all over, those topics—"
Eyes out of focus. Ezhaint left—or was simply distracted. Pure dark gray once again occupied his entire field of vision. Then he felt like he had landed on a hard surface, a hard blow on his spine.
Nese subconsciously wanted to stand up.
The movement was unexpectedly fast, causing him to punch Lasnuolo on the brim of his hat.
"What are you doing? This gentleman."
The high-level vampire held down his top hat and stepped back. "I'm kindly reminding you not to lose your mind. It's too easy to get possessed if your mind wanders. Let me make sure, no one wants to fight, right?"
I still remember those topic choices. Nese thought. He was still standing. Definitely looking a little dorky. Rasnoro, the arithmetic table of one Metz and two apprentices was still beside him.
Everyone was in their original position and did not move. "Waltz of All Souls' Embrace" is echoing. The sleepwalking guests looked comical as they swayed their limbs indifferently in front of the extinguished bonfire. The ugly, intoxicated dot high up on the stage was Willy Shaw.
Was it just...a hallucination? Or some kind of communication method that he doesn't know...
Metz turned his head and seemed to glance at him. "You're back?"
"I'll go back -" Nese looked at the original Olympian. "You know? You've already counted it all?" He moved his lips, "Then you know he -"
"I know 25%. Well. Now it's 65.2%. Because the variable in you has been determined." Yimeizi said calmly, "You have just been pulled in for investigation. Domain of the Internet.”
"Can I hear more explanation?"
"You don't need any more explanations. The first reason is... omit the first point, because this is your own problem." Metz said, "Second, you take a look at this first."
He stretched out a finger with no skin covering the bones and pointed at the hosting platform high in the sky.
Nesai followed his direction and looked. "Willy Shaw. What's wrong?"
"Can you see behind him?"
"Can't-" Of course not, because it's too far away. And they are in the front direction of the arcane scholar. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Nese realized that he could see. A picture of Willy Xiao looking not far behind appeared in his mind out of thin air.
"I can," he said.
"Do you recognize the symbol behind him?" Yimeiz continued to ask.
Nesai looked at it carefully. There is indeed a circular pattern on Willy Xiao's back, as if a large seal has been stamped on it.
