It was two days later when Arthur saw the morning sun again.

Given the bad nature, Professor Agu never showed any mercy again this time and threw Arthur and Zirao into the dark and narrow confinement room for two days.

The biggest punishment for confinement is the loneliness that cannot communicate with the outside world. Long-term confinement is enough to make people crazy.

But Professor Agu's punishment obviously did not receive the effect he wanted from Arthur. The undisturbed confinement room allowed Arthur to quickly immerse himself in the practice of "Danyang God Refining" and magic meditation.

Arthur only woke up once and replenished food and water, and in two days he blinked.

Arthur who came out of the confinement room was full of energy and full of fighting spirit, which was a huge difference from the sluggish Zirao on the side. If he hadn't watched the two of them come out of the confinement room at the same time, he would have even suspected that Arthur had not been locked up.

"I will hit you once when I see you!" Arthur actually threatened Zirao.

"Get out of here, next time you fight in the academy, it's not as easy as being incarcerated for two days!" Professor Agu scolded Arthur fiercely.

"Boss, Boss!" Moral quickly came forward.

"Why are you here? Who is your boss?" Arthur looked inexplicably surprised.

"Didn't I pay you my protection fee? I'll be hanging with you from today!" Moral said with a slutty smile.

"Do you have sex with me? You're not afraid of Zirao taking revenge on your business!"

"You don't know that Zirao was so embarrassed this time. The old Marquis had already spoken. The Garfield family did not raise waste, and they had to find the lost dignity by themselves, and would not allow him to use any family resources." Moral said gloatingly.

This result was beyond Arthur's expectations. He thought he would face even more crazy revenge from Zirao next. Without the Garfield family behind it, Zirao would be nothing in Arthur's eyes.

"Boss, you don't know that your deeds have spread throughout the past two days in the academy. No magician has ever dared to go to Wuyun Palace to fight the warriors alone. Not only did you win, you also stepped on Zirao under your feet. It's so handsome!" Moral became more and more excited as he spoke.

Looking at Moral's hot gaze, Arthur suddenly shuddered. The boy's attitude had changed too quickly. He forgot about beating him so quickly.

"Boss, let's go out to celebrate, I'll treat you to a meal!" Moral suddenly suggested.

When talking about eating, Arthur suddenly remembered something and ran to the magic tower where he lived.

"Boss, don't run away. You don't have to spend money on your meal. I'll treat you!" Moral chased after him.

Arthur suddenly pushed open the door of the room. When Molar mentioned that he suddenly realized that he had disappeared suddenly for two days, and Arnold had been hungry for two days because he would never take the risk of going out.

Hearing the door, Arnold turned his head, except for his pale face and red eyes, there was nothing unusual.

Arthur then felt relieved, "I have encountered some accidents these two days and can't come back. You haven't eaten anything, right?"

Arnold scratched his head, "Eat? I forgot!"

"This guy is harder than himself! I'm afraid that only such persistent person can eventually become the most powerful magician!" Arthur secretly exclaimed in his heart.

"Arthur, look, I succeeded!" Arnold raised an armor to Arthur with joy on his face.

A magic array as big as a palm was engraved on the chest of the armor. A small magic crystal was also embedded in the center of the magic array. The mysterious magic luster flowed on the armor.

"What is this, let's see." A big hand stretched out from behind Arthur and took the armor directly over.

Arthur and Arnold were stunned at the same time.

Arthur was anxious for a moment and forgot to close the door. Unexpectedly, Moral actually followed in.

"Isn't it just a piece of enchanting equipment? What's the best thing to look at? The one who made this equipment must be an idiot, who actually enchanted on first-level armor! Also, the pattern thicknesses of the magic array are different, so they are completely a novice!" Moral commented endlessly.

Arnold and Arthur quickly exchanged their eyes. The enchantress's secret must not be revealed. Arnold's eyes began to show murderous intent.

"Boss, where did you get this enchanting armor? It wasn't it made by you, a little servant?" Moral asked without knowing his death.

"That's right, it was Arnold who did it. He was just getting started and his technique was still unfamiliar." Arthur said expressionlessly.

Moral showed an incredible expression and exclaimed: "Boss, I'm just kidding. I didn't expect it to be done by him! Boss, you are so awesome. You can actually take the enchantress as your servant. I'll follow you!"

"Is the enchanter awesome?" Arthur asked, induced.

"Of course it's awesome! A dual-type magician can only become an enchantress if the church agrees. How did he pass that level at the church at such a young age?"

Although Arnold is the same age as Arthur, he is thin and looks only twelve or thirteen years old, which makes Moral so amazed.

"It seems you know the enchanter very well?" Arthur's tone had a chill.

But Moral didn't notice it, but said proudly: "Which enchantress you are the disciple of the church? Maybe I still know you?"

"I didn't have a teacher, nor did I declare it to the church. I figured it out myself." Arnold said, staring at Moral.

"If you don't declare it to the church, it will be miserable if the church knows it!" Moral murmured.

Neither Arthur nor Arnold spoke. Moral looked up and found that Arthur and Arnold were looking at him with bad eyes, and then he realized that he had lost his words.

Moral rubbed his hands and said awkwardly: "Boss, don't worry, I won't go to the church to report your servant!"

"How can I trust you? After all, you have betrayed me once before." Arthur said quietly.

"I can swear!"

"Oaths have no meaning to people without credibility."

"Boss, if you don't believe me, I can't do it. But as long as I can do it, you can do anything!" Moral said, patting his chest.

"I remember you seem to be a gold magician, right? Use 'alchemy' to help me extract all the metal from the pile of discarded equipment in the corner of the wall."

"Refining metal? I can do this!" Moral didn't expect Arthur's request to be so simple, and immediately ran to the pile of discarded equipment and started working.

Arnold looked at Arthur inquiring, and he obviously did not understand the purpose of Arthur doing this.

Arthur looked quietly behind Moral without explanation.

Moral was really not good at it. He only refined five pieces of equipment and was exhausted and could not do it. "Let me rest for a while, and then restore the magic before doing it!"

"Do you know what you're doing?" Arthur asked suddenly behind him.

"Isn't it just to refine a few pieces of equipment?" Moral said disapprovingly.

"Arnold shows him." Arthur turned his head and said.

Arnold raised his hand and a black mist covered the armor that Molar had held in his hand. The black mist dissipated, and the surface of the armor was corroded in the blink of an eye, and the magic circle engraved on the armor was completely destroyed.

This magic is called "dark corrosion".

Moral's cold sweat fell in an instant. He had never seen the Dark Magician, but he had heard of the Dark Magician. What scared him even more was the terrifying means of the church's treatment of the Dark Magician and the people involved.

"The several pieces of equipment you just refined have dark magic aura on them. Thank you for helping us eliminate the dark magic aura on them." Arthur said softly in Moral's ear.

Helping the Dark Magician is a serious crime that implicates the entire family, and no one dares to stand up and bear it.

Arthur patted Zirao's shoulder from behind, "You can open up and call me boss, now we are grasshoppers on the same line."
Chapter completed!