"It hurts... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts."

Mo Bei grinned in pain, unconsciously letting go of the woman's waist and stroking the back of the painful head.

"Oh, I'm so painful for you, a female bear."

He rubbed the back of his head with his hands, his face twisted in pain. He was about to get angry, but when he looked up at the woman's extremely beautiful appearance, his head instantly woke up.

"What a beautiful woman, but unfortunately she is a little violent."

"Fei...Fei'er mentor"

The next moment, my mind was refreshed, and a memory was opened, and Mo Bei recognized the woman in front of him.

Teacher Fei'er was also the mentor who taught him magic for several years. His original name was Eiffel. He was the most popular goddess among all mentors and was deeply loved by his apprentices.

"Mobei"

Eiffel roared angrily, and his graceful body trembled in anger.

Mo Bei screamed badly, but he knew the temper of mentor Fei'er. Judging from this posture, a beating is indispensable.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, and I can't be late next time."

Eiffel's pretty face suddenly turned around, with a smile on his face, stretched out his dexterous hand and pulled the corner of his clothes and dragged it to the office.

Fei'er's face was cold and she felt chill in her heart.

"Next time, it depends on whether you dare to be so reckless."

Mo Bei was in a tragedy and was dragged into the office by Eiffel. He let him shout and break free, but he was always tightly bound.

"Crack"

Eiffel closed the door vigorously and looked at it with a pair of charming eyes. Mo Bei felt furious. Anyone who was stared at by a beautiful girl who had offended would always feel that discomfort.

"sit"

Eiffel sat down and lay behind the chair, picked up a pair of glasses and rubbed his nose, bared his teeth and looked over with a fierce look.

"Well"

Mo Bei was furry and his back was cold. The girl in front of him looked pretty, but she was too fierce. He would take a heavy hand when he had disagreement. That kind of strength was not something that ordinary people could afford.

"snort"

A low cold snorted suddenly in the office area, and a picture of an old man appeared in Mo Bei's memory.

Mo Bei glanced at the slanted back, and as if he were memory, a mysterious old man was sitting at the desk.

The old man was wearing a black magic robe and a tall magic hat on his head. His face was drowsy and his skin was as rough as the bark of an ancient tree.

The old man was thin, as if his blood was gone, his loose skin was close to the bones, the folds between the cortex were about half an inch long, his eyes were glowing green, his shriveled eyelids, and his entire eyeball seemed to fall to the ground at any time. If a child saw it, he would probably be scared to death by the old man's appearance.

"Bang"

Just as Mo Bei was tracing his mind, Eiffel once again showed his hot temperament. Mo Bei was so scared that he was trembling all over and turned his head obediently.

"I came to you and I have discovered something these days. It is hard to say about your physical illness for the time being, but I learned from some information and ancient history that your situation is not optimistic. It should be because there is a problem with the source of magic or the physical constitution of magic. Otherwise, your magic has not improved in the past few years, but the level has regressed to the level of a primary magician."

Wearing big magic glasses, Eiffel flipped through the information and magic patterns collected on the desk for several months, and analyzed.

At this moment, Mo Bei remembered that the former master had asked Eiffel to explain everything about his physical illness. As for telling her, it was because Eiffel was his mentor and the person he believed most in the academy, and it was also the last straw for the former master. Until the last moment, the former master's temperament might not be a seeker.

If it weren't for Eiffel's relationship, Mo Bei's magical realm at this time would have been unilaterally disqualified from the tutor's qualifications by the academy.

"Oh, may the tutor have figured out the source of my physical illness."

Mo Bei was excited, his eyes were full of desire.

“However, it’s not”

Eiffel's mouth sagged and a smile quickly appeared on his face.

"But you don't need to pay attention. I'm trying my best to find information about this. If there is a problem with the source of magic in your body and causes physical illness, I'm afraid there will be major problems in the future. I believe that your illness will be solved soon." Eiffel said with a smile.

"oh"

Mo Bei opened his eyes wide and felt warm in his heart. Although he still had no clue about his physical illness, the warm feeling was always there.

Mo Bei was in a daze. When he thought about this, his former master was quite happy. What a good girl, she was very handsome, had a hot body, and knew her coldness and warmth.

Eiffel looked at the tragic Mo Bei and thought from his expression that he was completely disappointed.

She was lonely and smiled again on her face.

"Your disease is covered by the instructor. When I find out, your disease will be completely solved. By then, your magic will be completely restored. I am afraid that the instructor will no longer be your opponent by then."

Mo Bei smiled and felt that it was still good to come to this world.

"Then I'll bother the tutor."

Mo Bei stood up and bowed, then took out the textbook in his arms. When he looked at the magic clock on the wall, a buzzing sound seemed to flash through his mind.

"I've suffered it." Mo Bei panicked and looked at it and it was already time for him to go to class.

"Sorry, the tutor, I almost missed the class time for this chat."

Mo Bei smiled, and had no time to say hello to Eiffel. He rushed out of the door with a sudden thrust, and his head was sweating in a hurry.

At this time, he would definitely refuse to let him leave Austin Magic Academy immediately. After all, there are not many ancient books that can be found in the magic world. Even if he wants to leave, it is not at this time, at least one million books collected in the museum.

Mo Bei came hurriedly and left hurriedly.

In the quiet office area, the old monk coughed a few times, and then said, but the sound was like the god of death coming to the world. He was full of fear when he heard it.

"Why don't you tell him the truth? With his magical physique, he can't last long. The magicians of the fire and thunder system will die sooner or later."

The old mage spoke and coughed a few more times. His shriveled body and mysterious origin made people feel a strange feeling.

"I can't bear it. I believe he will survive. After all, he practiced from such a broken body, and cultivated to the realm of a high-level magician with the dual-type fire and thunder physique, so I believe his ending will not be so lonely."

"I'm waiting for him to come back again."

Eiffel looked out the window. As a mentor, she had done her best, and the only thing left was to see God's will.
Chapter completed!