A pure white magician robe fell to the long golden hair on her waist, shaking gently with the blowing of the wind. On her childish and handsome face, her green eyes looked at the little loli with confusion indifferently, and her pink lips opened: "Is Leah Locke Mykonos here?"

"Here." Na'er seemed to feel something. Although she gave a positive answer, she did not let the other party come in at the door.

"I have something to talk to her about. May I ask, can I come in?" The girl in the white robe did not mean to be entangled with Na'er, but asked directly.

"Who are you? What's the matter with Sister Liya?" Na'er asked vigilantly.

"Oh, I'm Mesia Solica Glidor, I'll come to talk to her." The girl replied faintly, with a cold voice in her voice.

"Hey hey?" Na'er suddenly became excited when she heard the other person's name: "You are the Mesia Solica Glidor, who is known as the "First Genius of the Junior Magic School"?"

"It's me." Mexia did not show any pride or conceited expression because of the other party's shock.

"Hmph~ Are you going to talk to Sister Liya?" Na'er frowned and repeated, then suddenly showed a big smile to Mexiya: "Then your name as 'first genius' is about to be snatched away!"

Na'er said, and did not block the door anymore, but turned around gently and walked towards the stairs first: "If you are not afraid, come in."

"I don't care about those false names." Mexia did not hesitate at all, and followed the long dark green ponytail that was swinging and shaking, and walked into the house.

"Splitting? No interest." Liya was still lying lazily on the bed, saying listlessly. Although some people would feel that it would be great to beat the elementary school students, she was not one of them.

"You..." Mexia didn't expect that the other party would reject him without saying a word, and couldn't help but say coldly: "Don't you Miss Mykonos dare to face the challenge?"

"Yes, yes~ Just think I'm afraid of you." The provocation had no effect on Liya.

"You...you..." Mexia couldn't help but speak in a moment and simply said like a trick: "No! You must talk with me!"

"Please! I'm very tired today, and..." Lea glanced at Mexia's white mage robe: "You are not an agile mage, you can't keep up with my speed."

"You...what did you say?" Mexia seemed to care very much about the word "agile".

"It's nothing, how much do you weigh?" Liya asked suddenly.

"Oh! Why are you asking this?" Mexia's little face turned red. She was completely fucked by the eldest lady's wild way of thinking.

"Although you used a wide magician robe to cover it up and there was no fat on your face, I think your weight is over 45 kilograms, right?" Liya said playfully.

Mexia's body shook suddenly as if it was electrocuted, and her face turned pale: "How...how do you...how do you know?"

"Ah~ I didn't know it." The smile on Liya's face became stronger: "So, if you, a magician like you, fails to impose the spiritual mark on the opening, you may fall under my attack within a few seconds."

"Why do you say that my spiritual mark will fail?" Mexia felt that she had grasped the loophole in the other party's language.

Lea no longer looked at Mexia, but said lightly: "Because my mental power is about to be level 4."

"How... possible?" Mexia looked surprised as if she saw a ghost.

"Nothing is impossible." Riya shook her head: "I would like to advise you that even a magician should pay attention to physical exercise, otherwise it will be easily restrained."

Hearing the eldest lady's words, Mexia's somewhat distracted gaze became firm again: "Thank you for your advice! I admit that I may not be your opponent now, but I will not give up! Wait until... wait... forget it! One day I will look for you again!"

After saying that, Mexia quickly turned around and left, and she no longer wanted to stay here for a second more.

"I hope I won't be as boring as today."

The young lady's faint voice came from the room, and the running white figure suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground...

...

Cloudy nights often come earlier than sunny days. The clouds that have accumulated all day long finally no longer bear it. In the huge white city at the foot of Fengjianzhi Mountain, heavy rain poured down.

The magic lamp was not lit up in the dark room, and a small figure stood quietly in front of the beautiful carved glass window.

"Click--!"

A lightning flashed suddenly in the sky, illuminating the long silver-white hair that reached its waist and the green face as white as jade.

The amethyst-like eyes seemed to pass through the deep night and rain, looking in the distant direction, and a whisper that seemed to be there and there was a faint sound from the cherry-colored lips: "Lega Lace... has been two hours late..."

"Big...Little...Miss..." At this moment, an ethereal voice came from behind the small figure with unconcealed weakness.

Lea quickly turned around, but saw that Lega Lace's body seemed to have been burned, and there were terrifying holes, with charred marks remaining around the holes, and the already ragged maid uniform became even more unclothed at this time.

"What's wrong? Lega Lace!" Leya asked anxiously.

"That...Gaberid...is something terrible...I...before...because...I...before...be...be...be...be...be...be...be...be..." Lega Lace had no strength to keep floating, and fell softly to the ground. Her body, which was originally emitting a faint blue light, became more transparent.

The ghost's several solo actions before were all invincible, which made the eldest lady instinctively think that this killer move would still be successful this time, and she didn't realize that there was something on Gaberid who could seriously injure Lega Lace!

Now that I think about it, it should be the protective props prepared by Prime Minister Doyle for his youngest son - just like his "Ring of the Hill"!

"How is your injury? What should I do to help you heal?" Seeing the weak look of the ghost, Riya regretted that she had not read more books on soul-type magic.

"I... it's okay... as long as I... sleep in a dark place... it's OK..." Lega Lace said intermittently.

"A dark place? Is the basement OK?"

"It's better... it's... the cemetery..."

"Okay! You'll go back to the ashes bag now, and I'll take you there!"

The transparent ghost used his last bit of strength to turn into a stream of blue smoke and drilled into the young lady's sachet.

Then, a small figure flew out of the window and turned into a white afterimage and ran towards the direction of Ostia Cemetery!

[The four great dukes of the kingdom are indeed not easy to mess with...]
Chapter completed!