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116 Statue of the Little Horn

"Master is dead?"

When he arrived at the magician's training ground, Mana received such regretful news.

"Will the master die? I don't believe such a thing...!" Mana knelt down in front of the black magician's elf stone slab and started crying.[]

Seeing Mana so sad, Shana felt a little uncomfortable.

Don't want her to cry anymore, so Shana said:

"Mana..."

“Woooooooooooooo…”

"Your master is not dead..."

"Woooooooo... Hum?" Mana, who was crying with tears in her eyes, raised her head and looked at Shana blankly, "What?"

"Your master is not dead." Seeing Mana like this, Shana wanted to comfort her. "Although the human body has been destroyed, it is indeed...it should be a life that exists in this world."

"???" Three big question marks that were invisible to the naked eye appeared on Mana's head. "Although I don't understand what Shana meant, Shana, you seem to say that the master is not dead. Is this true?!"

"It's true, your master should have transformed himself into an elf."

"Does the master want to use this identity to protect the prince?" Mana stopped crying, she stood up, her eyes gradually became firm.

This momentum made Shana feel that this girl was a little unfamiliar.

"What do I need to do to see Master again."

"Just wait," Shana replied, thinking for a while, adding: "When your magic practice reaches a certain level..."

"I've decided! In the days to come, I will practice magic well and never be lazy anymore!"

"Yeah?"

Next, Mana has to go back to the palace to prepare some trivial matters. She wants to clean up the relics left by Mahad after his death. Those relics include various magical practice books, magic props, etc. Because this is a necessary item for Mana's future practice and is very important, Mana has to remember to go back.

Mana also invited Shana to go back to the palace together, but Shana felt that she was really fine in the palace, so she refused.

"So..." After hearing Shana's rejection of her invitation, Mana was a little disappointed, but soon she put the melancholy of separation aside, "So, see you next time! Shana, you probably won't leave our Egypt."

Mana always remembers that Shana is a foreigner.

"I'll stay here for a while."

"As long as Shana is still in Egypt, there will be a chance to meet again." Mana lights her head and smiles: "I will feel relieved."

As she said that, she slid down the slope from the cliff and soon arrived on the ground.

After reaching the ground, Mana waved to Shana.

"Goodbye, Shana!"

Then, he ran away quickly and chased the convoy carrying the stone slabs.

Only after Mana's figure completely disappeared did Shana turn around.

She was going to enter this tomb-like magic training ground to find out.

On the way here, Shana was very concerned about the undead creatures she accidentally saw.

Standing in front of the gate buried by gravel.

"Forget it, let's go in and take a look."

The hand is clenched into a fist shape, and a pointed cone-shaped flame condenses into shape and punches out.

Maurya, standing above Dirbond's head, looked at Shana with deep fear, and he salied to the side with hatred.

"Bah! I clearly thought it was just a little bug and wanted to kill the fun, but I didn't expect it to be a beast?"

"And, the attack just now was no less than Oberisk in terms of destructive power, right? Who is this little girl? Could she be a god?"
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