Field's body was entangled with black air, and the power brought by fear gave him a kind of oppressive aura.

Karanchi was a little nervous. After all, Marci, his biggest backstage, was now sitting on the ground, blushing and unable to even speak like he was constipated.

Field didn't expect that the loopholes caused by borrowing that spirit would be so useful. He felt like he had made money.

"Killing these two people can cause qualitative changes." Field knew that there were not many people in the academy capital now, but only about 5% of those who were afraid of this name knew.

Those people trust organizations such as the Mage House. In the eyes of those people, he is just a clown. It seems very powerful to jump up and down, but once the superiors are serious, he is just a guy who can be dealt with at will. Such people are naturally not worth fearing.

But once he kills the people in the Mage House, the meaning is different. His level of danger increases sharply. Those who know more or less will feel worried. If you have worries, then fear will not be far away.

The information obtained from there gave Field ambitions, and he knew that if he could become synonymous with fear of the entire city and even the entire world, he could become a god.

If he can't do it, he will be just a clown in the end.

Killing these two people can break up Logue's final resistance and gain more fear. Why not do it?

Kalanche stretched out his hand and cut his fingers directly, some blood splattered out, and then turned into red awls and stinged towards Field.

Even if the blood magic that Marchi's lineage is proficient in, it integrates magic power into his own blood and uses blood without carriers to perform various magic.

"You are too tender." The black air on Field's body disturbed, and he directly pinched the blood cone with his hand. The black air wrapped around the blood cone and turned into powder and drifted away.

The wide hand directly held Karanchi's neck, and a bloody color surged under Karanchi's skin. The magical blood skin, the magical blood, solidified under the skin, turned into the most sturdy armor.

The sound of glass breaking sounded on the neck. Field raised his hand, and the black air on his body surged, gathering towards the hand. At the same time, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, "Did you feel the breath of death? He is summoning you, your death star is shining."

"Don't expect to scare me." Karanchi felt that the protection of the skin layer was broken a little more. The timeliness of the blood skin were limited. Even if the blood skin was not broken by time, it would be a death. After all, people are just humans. They can do many things with magic, but after all, there are still some things that they cannot do.

This blood coagulation spell interferes with the normal operation of life. If it is not released within the effective time limit, it will only damage one's own life.

"But your heart is not like this. He is telling me that you are afraid of death, you are afraid of me." The black gas in Field's hand became more and more, and then a punch fell, Kalanche's skin was cracking inch by inch like a spider web.

Marqi's face turned redder and all his energy was focused on the operation of the magic circle. If it was usually only a slight backlash, but now if the conditioning was not done well, it would be a magic vortex, and all of them would be broken.

Now a multiple-choice question is placed in front of Marchi, either watching his son die in front of him, then being killed by that bastard, or giving up adjusting the magic circle, causing the magic vortex to die together.

Leaving all emotions, the second choice is rationally correct, but if you add those messy things, which one is correct will become blurred.

"It seems that I'm not the time to come." Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Field raised his eyebrows and saw a man in his twenties. He had scars on his body and looked cold. He was not very panicked about the current situation.

"Card, come and help." Kalanchi recognized this man, his senior brother, the leader of the mud organization, and the one who was abandoned by Marchi.

"Teacher, you have taught me that the essence of garbage people is inferior, and this inferiority has penetrated into the bloodline." Card did not take action, but instead spoke as he came to the bookshelf on the other side and opened a secret door.

"Dear Mr. Field, I don't think you'd mind taking some things." Card said to Field first, and walked into the secret room: "Teacher, I'm a bad garbage man like me, of course I have to leave it apart from you."

"Please." Field was not stupid. He was very relaxed to deal with a Kalanche. If there was another Card, something might happen. Most of the treasures of the mage were not used. Therefore, Field did not intend to provoke the enemy for no reason. Even if Card was to make him feel scared, he would have to wait for the place to get it done.

"Kard, it's because of this reason that you can't win me!" Karanchi's heart changed and immediately stimulated Card. Is the reason why Card chose to die and not save her is because he lost to him, resulting in the deprivation of inheritance? With this stimulation, Card might make changes.

"No, no, no, for the teacher, my personality is what he needs. The only reason I lose to you is that our bloodlines are different." Card took away the treasures of the mages and said, "I have followed the teacher since I was a child. I know the teacher's appearance when I was young, and I know the teacher very well, at least the so-called close friend who is better than him is your "father".

"Teacher, the things you created really exist and have also affected the fate of you and your son." Card said without being too greedy and left with the things.

Left behind Marchi, who could not hold on, and Karanchi, whose blood armor gradually ruptured.

With the roar and Field's crazy laughter, Card walked out of March's magic circle and passed by Bulali's body. His eyes were unprecedentedly clear and a smile was on his face.

"Feld, Blali, Brewer, Karanchi, if I'm really guessing correctly, that one is really scary." As he said that, the smile on Card's face gradually closed, because the words that were really scary were not a good thing for him.

A sense of danger appeared on Card. He realized that he was also facing a choice. In the garbage man, he noticed the crisis, grabbed Marchi's hand, became his disciple, and escaped the fate of all other garbage man and children being sacrificed by blood.

Now there seems to be a new crisis.

So Card changed his route and came to Mobis Academy. He saw a carriage parked there, as if waiting for someone.

With a slight pause, Card walked forward, knocked on the wooden frame of the carriage, and said slowly: "Mr. Nageri, I am..."

Before Card could finish his words, the curtains of the carriage were lifted up, revealing Negri's face and the smile that had gained unexpected gains.

"I'm going to go to the banquet, and there's just a shortage of coachman. Is Card interested in working for me?"

Card was cold all over. He had never contacted Negri directly, but Negri had already said his name, which at least showed that Card was in his observation, which could explain many things.

There are not many coincidences in this world, and it is already confirmed how to choose.

Card bent down and bowed to Negri and said, "I'm honored to serve you."

The carriage gradually faded away, and the golden balls lying on Card's neck were also returned to Negri, who both Negri admired the smart people who knew how to be motivated.

Second update.
Chapter completed!