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Chapter 110 The Veil of the World (5)

The fierce werewolf miraculously turned defeat into victory in this unfair battle, which made the wizards boo. Unlike mortals, they waved their hands and threw out some small spells. These spells may be like stings or stones. Although they are not very dangerous, they effectively stimulated the wildness of the last scorpion tail lion. It twisted with the werewolf, rolling in the dust, struggling to bite the other party's throat or spine. However, even in this savage fight, the werewolf still turned defeat into victory with his own wisdom. He changed from a giant wolf back to human, and when he stood up from the ground, he held the sting of the scorpion tail lion in his hand. He looked down at his hand, and his black skin showed that he was poisoned, but the scorpion tail lion who was lying on the ground and dying was the biggest victim of this sting.

He threw away the poisonous sting he picked up in the rolling and looked at his "master", hoping that the guy could keep his promise, but the wizard just turned around coldly and asked the audience to determine the fate of the winner. The audience paused for a while and kept throwing gold or silver coins to the master of the arena instead of the werewolf. This was also a way of verdict inherited from the ancient Romans. If they wanted the werewolf to live, they would throw the coins to the werewolf, but if they thought the werewolf needed more opponents, they would throw the coins to the master of the arewolf.

Louis felt a little irritated. With the convenience of his position, he could see every cold or excited face. He knew that feeling, whether he stabbed Felipe Mancini with his own hands or signed the death sentence of the rebel, being able to fiddle with the orders of another person as he pleased, was a pleasant and addictive thing, as was the wizard here. Louis was about to summon Luca, but he looked at the werewolf unconsciously, and the familiar feeling came again. He saw that the werewolf suddenly opened his eyes wide, then suddenly raised his hand, made a gesture of help, and then a name jumped into the king's memory.

At this time, the three new scorpion tail lions had been put into the arena, but Louis's private room suddenly opened - if the gladiator was not a werewolf, he might not be able to detect it for a while, but he was a werewolf, which means he had a sensitive sense of smell. At the moment the barrier opened, he smelled the smell of agarwood and myrrh. He immediately ran towards Louis, followed closely behind, but when the scorpion tail lion that was closest to him pounced on him, he had already jumped, climbed onto the platform of the private room, and climbed up.

Luca and Tuno's spell immediately hit the werewolf, and he screamed, his fur was charred, but he was still alive.

After a while, the owner of the arena also arrived. At first he thought the spell had failed, but then he realized that the private room was opened by the guest. Needless to say, the Duke of Luca de Colonna bought the werewolf.

He is nothing but Clayland.

Clayland was surprised Louis when he appeared here. Although the werewolf was surprised at why the French king appeared here, he was smart and did not ask even a question. But once again he was neat and clean, and as if he was alone in a secret tavern with Louis, Louis asked: "How did you show up in this place? Mr. Clayland."

The whole candle, even the bronze candlestick, was burning.

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As soon as Louis returned to his palace, he saw Mary. When she saw the king, her eyes were shiny and she showed a sweet smile: "Dear," she said: "I have heard of the incident in the arena," she held Louis' arm: "Just as I thought, you will become a very powerful wizard."

"I don't understand," said Louis, looking around, sure that no one else was there: "Isn't the power I present borrowed from Colonna?"

"That's why I said you will become a powerful wizard," said Mary with great enthusiasm. "I have seen the real Duke of Cologne, and it can only be said to be mediocre. The barrier of the arena is not something that a wizard like him can break through with just emotional fluctuations. Do you know what this means? It means you are a fertile land, and the blood of Cologne is just a seed, and it is you, not Cologne, that makes it bloom with lush flowers."

"And," she added: "You have not been taught by your mentors and systematically learned. When you learn, you will become a wizard that even the Mancini family cannot underestimate."

Louis did not answer, he turned his head and observed Mary. Since returning to the inner world, the little witch was like a fish in water. She was wearing a dark red velvet robe and flat shoes, with a huge hood hanging behind her, and constantly reached out to cast some small spells for play.

Groups of little goblins were attracted by her glowing fingertips, and they screamed endlessly because of the small hurricane she caused. Some elves were shattered by the hurricane, and their shattered bodies dissipated in the air like powder.

"This is Melfa teacher." Mary introduced him that the wizard was the enlightener that Mary found for him. He was an old man with short white beards, holding a staff, wearing a black robe and a sharp-horned hat, and a wonderful fit with the wizard in people's impression.

He bowed to Louis, and although his posture was not so flattering, he might be the first wizard Louis saw in the inner world, without that weird sense of arrogance.

"I think I should thank you very well, my good Mary," said Louis: "But can I talk to him first?"

"Of course," said Mary. "If you don't like him, I have two more to choose from."

"I think this gentleman is good enough," said Louis.

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At Louis' request, Luca gave him some refreshments and left, leaving only him and the strange wizard in the room.

The wizard bowed slightly to Louis to pay tribute, and then waved his staff. Although he didn't know what kind of spell he cast, the room suddenly became quiet-"This is a spell that blocks the sound, your majesty." said Melfa.

"It seems you do have something to say to me."

"Well, I saw Visari," said Melfa. "I have heard something from Mary, thank you for your kindness, Visari... I can only say that he is too simple and too stubborn. Whether he is a wizard or not, this weakness is fatal."

"You are from Visari..."
Chapter completed!
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