NOVPUBThe wind swept the edge of the stands, carrying the stench of the slaughterhouse with it.
"..."
Viscount Levin Chinston stared intently below.
His heart was filled with confusion, incomprehension, and panic.
... was this really the gentle and kind-hearted boy he’d met just three days ago?
The unsolvable mystery was apparently related to the young man and woman beside him.
Viscount Levin Chinston took a sidelong glance at Lanci and Sikder beside him.
Lanci was still stroking the little black cat in his hand, a smile on his face, as if he was extremely gratified by the transformation of his protégé.
Meanwhile, Sikder was still leaning against the back of the chair indifferently, his palm lightly supporting his cheek.
The viscount’s throat trembled lightly, and he ultimately swallowed.
He had intended to ask if the demise of the Phantom Gang these days was related to the two of them, but he subconsciously stopped himself.
Because their calm demeanor and indifference to life made Viscount Chinston instinctively feel fear.
It was as if they were not two humans sitting beside him.
Looking at Shaar, who was covered in blood and might die at any moment, Viscount Levin Chinston felt as if every attack was being made on him.
Suddenly, the noise in the arena surged into Viscount Levin Chinston’s ears, making him feel a return to reality, accompanied by a wave of dizziness, he once again sat down.
"Excuse me, what exactly happened to Shaar? Why has he become like this!"
Out of a sense of responsibility as an elder, Viscount Levin Chinston still firmly questioned the two.
Regardless, he considered Shaar as his own.
When he was in his mansion, inviting Shaar for a walk and a chat, he told Shaar about his old friendship with his late father, Shaar’s encounter with Lilith in the capital when they were children, the changes in the Xue Yuan Province, and Lilith’s changes and efforts over the years after meeting Shaar.
He knew that Shaar would be inspired by this and might awaken something, but not to this extent!
At his words, Lanci turned his head slightly, with a hint of a smile.
"I instructed him individually and gave him special training according to our school’s most orthodox teaching method. He didn’t disappoint me and successfully gained the power to protect his loved ones."
Lanci replied.
The course was about destroying bandits, a man who wants to inherit the territory must also bear the responsibility of protecting his people.
Love and justice coexist. Not only has he achieved educational goals, but he has also done good deeds.
When Hyperion knows about it, she will surely praise me too.
"Protoss Royal Magic Academy...?"
Vicont Levin Chinston was stunned.
Although this school has always been said to be harsh, would it really train people to be like this?
This was exactly like an elite officer of the Demon Race, right?!
"That school... he doesn’t need to go anymore."
Lanci laughed again,
"Of course, if he wants to go to Herram with Lilith, I will write him a recommendation letter."
"..."
Viscount Levin Chinston touched his forehead, completely unable to understand what was going on.
He knew about Shaar failing the special admission test initially. If he were to go through the recommendation route, even senior professors in the school would only have one or two quotas every three years. These are often given to more outstanding students, not possibly because of one face promoting Shaar.
He shook his head. 𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
"... But if he keeps fighting like this, Shaar will really die, how can he win?"
Viscount Levin Chinston could put everything behind him, for now, he was just worried about Shaar’s safety,
"Has his Heart Image also changed? Is that his trump card?"
So far, Shaar has not used the umbrella in the fight, It seems to interfere with his performance in the fierce melee. Although the umbrella seems to be unchanged, perhaps it has a second stage or something!
"No, I have not altered Shaar’s original intention or heart."
Lanci shook his head.
Whether it was before or now, he had never changed anyone’s essence, he only fulfilled and realized other people’s desires and demands, allowing them to find true happiness.
"...?!"
Viscount Levin Chinston turned to look at the field with disbelief shaking him.
Shaar’s transformation was now so dramatic, but his weapon did not change at all...
This meant that his Heart Image truly hadn’t changed at all from the very beginning...
If he indeed pursued his true self and genuinely turned into this appearance, then what kind of pure and bizarre evil presence is he now?
On the battlefield.
Blades and blood were still flying, and the battle was progressing very quickly. It should not be long before a victor emerged.
At present, it was clear that the stronger Viscount Dean held the advantage.
An assassin and a warrior trading blows, the outcome was apparent at a glance!
"Prepare to die!"
Dean, with bloodlust in his eyes, unleashed an intimidating gleam from the swords that he held, the swords, wreathed in lightning and swordfill, ruthlessly hacked down toward Shaar.
This worthless person dared to face him head-on, causing him to suffer so much pain.
Since childhood, he had never been in such a sorry state and had never suffered like this!
He was sure, even without his father’s guarantee, he had to kill this bastard Shaar today.
However, thankfully, after having fought for so long, although he too had sustained some injuries, it was clear that Shaar was starting to lose stamina. Even if Shaar were to dodge this attack, it would be a matter of time before he was worn out and died from it.
When the sword was about to hit Shaar, making it impossible for Shaar to avoid, Dean started laughing wildly!
No matter how torturous the previous process was, at the moment when the battle ended, when he claimed victory and killed the opponent, he would experience unimaginable joy!!
The next moment.
Accompanied by a loud noise, his sword seemed to have hit an extraordinarily rigid barrier, causing Dean’s hand to go numb, unable to press it down any further.
Shaar’s expression had returned to calm. He gazed at Dean indifferently, using the transparent Barrier Umbrella to block his attack.
Then, Shaar began to ignore Dean, brought out a few [Error Slow Healing] class Magic Cards of Purple Rareness, and started to cast continuous healing magic on himself.
"!!"
Dean saw that the crazy Shaar was now extremely calm and had entered a state of cease warfare. He suddenly understood the severity of the issue.
This kind of healing spell that requires a long casting process is often comfortably applied by the back-row healers with the space to cast spells for the melee professions. Purple Rareness level healing magic multipliers are initially very high. Plus the negative effects, the healing rate feared to be even higher.
Shaar’s Magic Power attributes weren’t bad. In fact, he, a Second-order assassin, could learn First-order Pink Holy Level Magic. His magical talents were implausibly elven.
Dean, who originally thought he was about to win, saw Shaar start to rely on this barrier that was difficult to break even with Fourth-order Attacks. Dean could only watch as Shaar quickly refilled the near-depleted health.
Dean’s eyes widened, not only bloodshot, but even his hands started to tremble.
In Chinston City, such a remote place, it was impossible to buy so many high-quality [Error Slow Healing] anomaly cards.
Someone must have given them to Shaar.
Who?! ! !
Suddenly, Dean’s gaze locked onto the spectator stand, at Lanci, who was watching the match with a smile in the distance.
Having met once before, that guy gave people the impression that he was a healing mage, after all, the woman beside him was a warrior. The only one who could carry these hell-like magic cards must be him.
However, Lanci, under such gaze, just gave Dean a very positive thumbs up, encouraging him to keep going.
Suddenly.
Looking at Lanci’s ridicule across the air while being helpless against Shaar, Dean felt like he was about to vomit blood.
Standing in the field, he seemed to also forget the pain, even losing his sanity.
"Today, whether or not I can kill Shaar, I will kill you!!!"
Dean hysterically roared at the spectator stand. His piercing voice seemed to tear the sky apart.
