Sneakyly, Angel went out wearing a hat and a headscarf before his mother came back, covering her face and head tightly.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Using fire under the divine wood is a serious crime... After all, everything here is wood."

"Do you know what the legal principle of crime is?"

"I've seen it in the book."

"Isn't that right? Only the Elf Judge can condemn you. You are innocent until condemn. If you are not caught, who can condemn you?"

"What if I get caught?"

"Believe me, you can't be caught."

Jones, standing on the balcony, watched Angel sneak down the ladder and hide in the crowd at the market.

About half an hour later...

"I went out to practice in the training ground, and then passed the boiler room on the way back." Looking at the only place with a chimney in the whole of Cartier, Angel muttered in a low voice: "Because I was covered in sweat, I wanted to take a shower. After I went in, I happened to catch a fire in the boiler room..."

"Yes, that's it." The devil encouraged him in his ear: "Do it, man. In fact, you only need to create a fire, not even get hurt. As long as your parents hear about it, the problem will be solved."

"I understand." Taking steps, Angel walked towards the boiler room.

Before he could get there, the flower elf standing at the door had already stopped him... Well, it was the elf that was only as big as a slap and had wings.

He stared at Angel and said, "Hello, the bathhouse is over there. This is the boiler room."

"Uh... OK, sorry, I went wrong." Angel had to retreat again: "What should I do? I forgot to have a bath and I don't need to go into the boiler room. The boiler room and the bathhouse are separated, and there are still people guarding it."

"Let me find a way! You can't always rely on me. Do you have to help you solve such a simple thing?" the devil started yelling.

Angel's eyes flashed.

After hesitating for a while, he sneaked into the corner next to him and looked at the flower elf guarding outside the door from afar.

"Isn't it easy to solve a flower elf if you defeat Amos?"

"Okay... OK, I'll try." Taking a deep breath, Angel quietly blessed himself with a blessing technique, and then tiptoed to a place about five meters away from the entrance. Then, he threw a stone to the other side, made a little noise, and then took advantage of the flower elf to distract himself and slipped in from the entrance. He walked along the way and muttered quietly: "It would be great if I could use spiritual magic, there was no need to be such a trouble."

"Then you study quickly. Haven't you already entered the Magic Academy? Next, you will specialize in spiritual magic." The devil replied in a low voice.

Perhaps for fire prevention considerations, the boiler room is different from other surrounding buildings, and the whole is made of stone.

When he entered the boiler room, the first thing he saw was a long passage. Angel rushed over in three steps.

"Here!" the devil screamed.

Angel hurriedly ran back and came to an iron gate.

Gently push the door open a crack, and a large room appeared in front of him.

The room was filled with coal, and even the walls were covered with coal ash, and the temperature was at least twenty degrees higher than outside. The whole room was reflected in red by flames.

In the middle is a huge stove, and there are two extremely sturdy centaurs in front of the stove.

At this moment, they were struggling to shovel coal into the stove with a shovel.

"The doors are all iron... I feel that it is almost impossible to catch fire here."

"It was impossible, but now I'm not possible with you?"

"But the fire will surely attract attention soon. How do I leave? Also, how should I solve these two centaurs?" Angel looked panicked.

The devil looked at him meaningfully, and the atmosphere seemed a little stiff.

After a while, the devil said softly: "Anger, I don't believe you have no choice."

"Okay..." Angel hesitated and lowered his head.

...

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, fire splashed everywhere. The walls behind the boiler room were blown up.

...

Jones heard the "water drop" clearly and hurried to the balcony and looked out from a distance. From his position, you could just see thick smoke rising.

"What happened?"

...

"What happened?" The elves in the bathhouse looked at each other one after another.

Someone ran to the door and watched from a distance with a towel around.

"No! The boiler room exploded!" One of the centaurs responsible for shoveling coal ran out of the boiler room with dust and dust: "Help put out the fire!"

"Help put out the fire! Hurry! Where is the bucket?" All of a sudden, the elves became in chaos.

"Are there any magicians? Use water magic quickly?"

"I'm a fire magician!"

"Go to the fire magician!"

A large number of elves rushed into the boiler room with a bucket of water around the towel.

Black smoke and white smoke mixed together, and the scene was in chaos.

Angel sneaked out, put carbon ash on his face, then picked up an empty bucket that someone else had dropped, and mixed into the firefighting team to help put out the fire.

He murmured in a low voice: "The combination of wind magic and fire magic can increase the power of fire magic."

"Yes, you're very smart, I know you can definitely solve it." The devil nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, the fire was finally put out.

The owner of the bathhouse looked at the boiler room that had collapsed halfway and the messy bathhouse, and the injured, and even the few injured, he couldn't speak.

Angel, who was covered in dust, stood in the crowd with an empty bucket.

Soon, a large number of elves riding unicorns arrived, and the elves led by the head said to the boss: "You're finished!"

"I'm finished? What have I done?" The boss looked excited.

"Isn't it enough for you to explode the boiler room? Fortunately, it was extinguished in time, otherwise you will wait to spend your whole life in the water prison." While checking the scene, the leading elf guard asked, "Are there any injured?"

"Someone's hair is burning, but the problem is not big. No... the matter has not been found out yet, do you decide that it must be my fault?"

"Who else is wrong? Someone else comes to blow your boiler room for nothing? Don't be stupid, okay? It must be that your process is wrong."

"All my processes are done according to regulations!"

"Then why it explodes? You explain to us why everything explodes according to the process? Anyway, your license will definitely be revoked."

"Why are you revoking my license? You haven't even started investigating yet!"

"I know without investigating!"

The guard and the bathhouse owner started arguing directly.

In the crowd, Angel turned his face over, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed: "Perfect."

The devil raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "Very perfect."

"In addition to some injuries, the bathhouse owner must suffer losses."

"This is normal. There will always be someone who will suffer, right? As long as the victim is not yourself. As for who it is, it doesn't matter."

"I think this is not good after all..."

"It would be even worse if your parents found out that they had stolen their seals and money privately and applied to the Magic Academy. Isn't it?"

"All right……"

"This is a trace of the explosion, which fully demonstrates that it is caused by your improper operation."

"What does it mean? Does the explosion have to be my man who is not operating properly?"

"Can it explode because of proper operation? This has not happened in Cartier for many years. Someone must suffer this. I can say with certainty that it must be you!"

"You are slandering! Slandering! Unreasonable slander!"

The captain of the guard and the bathhouse owner were already fighting for red.

While everyone's attention was on the captain of the guard and the bathhouse owner, Angel had quietly left.

...

When she got home, Angel opened the door and saw his mother standing in front of him.

Seeing Angel's appearance, his mother was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"No... nothing." Angel stammered: "I just went to the bathhouse and planned to take a shower. But the boiler room exploded and I went to help put out the fire. My hair and eyebrows were burned... Now the bathhouse is no longer useful, so I can only come back like this."

"Put the fire?" My mother walked out of the house and stood on the stairs and looked far in the direction of the bathhouse. Then she frowned and looked back at Angel, and widened her eyes: "I heard about it when I was downstairs just now, but I didn't expect you to go to put out the fire. Are you very strong?"

"No...no." Angel quickly lowered his head: "I see that everyone is putting out the fire, so I will go and save it..."

"Can you have some brains? Stay away from this kind of thing in the future." The mother said angrily: "I really don't understand. Your brother is so smart, why are you..."

Having said this, my mother suddenly stopped, as if she had found that she had said something she shouldn't say, and she was a little embarrassed. She could only wave her hand and say, "Forget it. In short, stay away from this kind of thing in the future. You can't enter the door like this, right? It will dirty everything. Bring your clothes and find another bathhouse to clean it before coming back."
To be continued...