Ernest shot straight up like a sharp arrow. The ban under Solbu only flashed for a moment and completely disappeared. Ernest has used all the fighting spirit now, and the ban under Solbus was unable to have any impact on Ernest.

"Who!" A voice sounded in the darkness.

"Little guy, are you okay?" Ernest breathed a sigh of relief when he heard An Fei's voice. They went to track the magician who released the fire dragon together. Unexpectedly, the other party actually got into the sewer. Neither Thor nor Ernest was willing to get into the dirty sewer, so he had to let the magician go. But at this moment, Thor sensed a strong fluctuation of fighting spirit coming from the restriction. The two were shocked and rushed back.

In fact, Thor had already rushed back to the Rose House Hotel first. As a space-based magician, he used his mental power to sense that An Fei still had a breath of life, and at the same time he sensed that a person of the magician level was running away from near the Rose House Hotel. That was Leidon. Thor didn't have time to visit An Fei. Anyway, Ernest was about to arrive, and An Fei would be fine. Today's matters would be investigated no matter what, so Thor left the Rose House Hotel and went to track Leidon.

"It's Uncle Ernest? I'm fine." After An Fei said that, he used the fireball technique and lit the candle.

Ernest's attention was on Mott's corpse. The corpse had been transformed by An Fei. The marks left by small fireballs were everywhere on his body. His clothes were almost burned out, his face was pitch black, and even his hair was not much left. However, these could not cover up the wounds in Mott's throat. It was because An Fei's methods were too vicious. The wound, which should have been only two fingers wide, was almost the size of a fist by An Fei. The muscles mixed with blood were completely rolled over, which looked very terrifying.

"Is this what you did?" Ernest asked in surprise. He saw the logo on Mott's collar. The first-level swordsman had only one small sword, the middle-level one had two, and the higher-level one had a shield printed on the two crossed swords. Mott's logo was the logo of the high-level swordsman.

"Yes." An Fei nodded with lingering fear: "Uncle Ernest, he is very powerful! I couldn't beat him with a small fireball. In the end, there was no way, so I had to concentrate the small fireball to attack his face and take the opportunity to stab his throat with my magic wand."

"Hmm?" Ernest was a little suspicious. An Fei was just a magic apprentice, and he could release the small fireball with the lowest power. This kind of low-level magic is difficult to pose a threat to a high-level swordsman. There must be hidden information inside! However, An Fei should not deceive himself. What is going on?

"An Fei, you've finished what Ernest said before he said that, but Thor's figure floated in from the window. Ernest raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you catch it?"

"No." Thor's face looked very bad. As a great magician, he actually watched the enemy slip away from his eyelids twice in a row. This was simply an insult to him!

“How is that possible??”

"He is a magician in the undead."

A cold light burst out in Ernest's eyes, and his expression became solemn: "Is it a magician?"

"Yes, I can't find his place in the fog of death. When I blew the fog of death, he had disappeared."

"When did the mage of the Undead system become so brave? Did he dare to walk around with a swagger? It's going to be messed up?" Ernest sighed.

"An Fei, are you okay?" Thor repeated his greeting: "You killed this person?"

"I'm fine." An Fei smiled bitterly in his heart. If he wanted to ask, the two of them asked together: "Teacher, he is very awesome."

Thor and Ernest looked at each other, and they both found something unreasonable. Ernest said: "An Fei, tell me the scene again."

"At that time, he kicked open the door and rushed in. I was awakened by him. I jumped out of bed and attacked him with a small fireball. Teacher, he is very powerful, very powerful! My small fireball can't hit him at all. He swept his sword gently and could knock my small fireball away. In the end, he didn't even need a sword, and he could catch my small fireball with his hands." An Fei's eyes were a little confused, as if he was recalling the scene at that time, and his eyes just brought a hint of fear.

This is normal! Thor and Ernest looked at each other again: "What's the matter?"

"Then he suddenly screamed, rushing towards me. I was very scared and tried hard to release the small fireball. I don't know what happened, but he suddenly became clumsy. Seeing my small fireball hit him one by one, but no longer hit him with a sword. Finally, I attacked his face with the small fireball and stabbed him with my magic wand, and then he fell down." An Fei pondered for a moment and said cleverly: "Teacher, has he used up all his fighting spirit?"

"Impossible." Ernest shook his head, looked at the corpse on the ground carefully, then lifted it with his feet and turned it over. His attention was suddenly attracted. It turned out that there was a very heavy sword wound around Mot's waist, which was deep enough to see the bones.

"Is this your sting?" Ernest asked.

"No," An Fei was stunned.

"Who stabbed that?"

"I don't know. I've been attacking him head-on. After he fell down, I hid in the corner and waited for the teacher and Uncle Ernest to come back. I never moved again. I don't know what happened!" An Fei murmured. This is his old routine. No matter what kind of secrets are hidden, you can explore and judge for yourself. He just guided him in advance, and then waited for the result like nothing happened. No matter what kind of person he is, he will mostly choose the former between believing in himself and believing in others. If An Fei tells the same thing himself, Thor and Ernest will inevitably think about it repeatedly several times. If the answer he found himself will be omitted.

"You are very lucky. It seems that a kind-hearted person helped you once." Ernest carefully examined the wound. Although the wound was very serious, it was not fatal. This indirectly confirmed An Fei's words. If he had not been attacked and injured, An Fei would have been indecisive now. A magic apprentice could not be the opponent of a high-level swordsman!

Thor's face became increasingly unfair. He was blaming himself. The facts were in front of him. If this high-level swordsman had not been injured, what would An Fei look like now? If things really developed to that point, he would not forgive himself: "Ernest, your personality is getting more and more impulsive! This time An Fei is lucky, what about the next time? Will he be lucky forever?! If this happens again, you must stay to protect An Fei!" Thor said with complaint.

"I" Ernest was so funny that he was also blaming himself for leaving An Fei alone in the dangerous place, but in fact he was the one who rushed out first. Logically speaking, Thor should stay to protect An Fei.

"Teacher, I can take care of myself." An Fei said softly.

Thor sighed lightly. This silly boy didn't know how dangerous it was just now, but who could he blame him? He could only blame him. He brought An Fei out of his way, and he took An Fei as a student. If something happened to An Fei at the Rose House Hotel, someone gave him a loud slap!

After thinking about it, it would be a way to make some small magic arrays of triggers for An Fei, but then again, An Fei is just a magic apprentice, and his understanding of magic is still in its initial stage. If he accidentally messes up the elemental arrangement in the magic array, it will be even more dangerous! Moreover, he does not have enough materials now, and he cannot create a magic array that is so stable that it is not disturbed. Let's talk about it after returning to the Mao Empire.

"Sol, you stay here first. I'll take a look elsewhere." Ernest saw that Thor's face was getting worse and worse, and he didn't want to stay here and cause trouble.

Thor nodded without saying a word. He was still thinking about how to properly protect An Fei.

Ernest smiled at An Fei and walked out of the room. A person opposite was leaning out and looking out. When Ernest appeared, he was so scared that he slammed the door. The guests of Rose House Hotel had noticed something was wrong one after another and got up one after another. However, Ernest's fighting spirit without any concealment was too strong, so strong that even ordinary people could feel extreme anxiety and fear. No one dared to walk out of the room.

Thor turned his eyes to An Fei's 'magic wand': "An Fei, why do you make the magic wand like this?" Thor had never paid attention to An Fei's magic wand before. This time, when An Fei said that he stabbed the other party with the magic wand, he found that the tail of An Fei's magic wand was very sharp.

"Teacher, there are many snakes on the deserted island. I almost got bitten by them several times. At that time, I couldn't release the small fireball, so I could only use my magic wand to deal with them."

"So that's how it is." Thor nodded, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "An Fei, tell me, what kind of magic are you most interested in? Or have you made up your mind to be a fire-type magician?" Thor was not very anxious at first, but now he felt the urgency. He had to let An Fei choose the future path and start the systematic practice so that An Fei can have the ability to protect himself earlier, rather than escape from danger like now, relying on negligible luck to the odds.

"I like space magic." This is An Fei's truth. As an assassin, there are only two problems. One is to find a chance to succeed in assassination target, and the other is to quickly escape from the scene. If he can master space magic, he can fail to hit a single blow and escape thousands of miles away. Only by living can he have the chance to start over again. There is nothing left for the dead.

"Really?" Thor was stunned.

"Really." An Fei nodded solemnly.

"Not bad" Thor became happy. An Fei was able to choose the latter without hesitation in fire magic and space magic, which shows that his influence on An Fei has exceeded that of Yagor, and now An Fei is truly his student.

"Do you know the black ghost?" Ernest appeared at the window and jumped gently to the floor.

"Black Ghost? Is that despicable killer? I know him!" Thor's eyebrows leaped: "It is said that he once successfully assassinated a great swordsman, right?"

"Yes, this man has a gloomy personality and a strange whereabouts. He never trusts anyone, nor has any relatives. He has been killing people for money all his life." Ernest said slowly: "I also heard that later he joined a mysterious organization and served that organization."

"What happened today is related to the Black Ghost? Ernest, you are also a great swordsman. You have to be careful depending on the situation!"

"You are a great magician, you should be more careful!" Ernest smiled: "But now he can no longer threaten anyone, because he has been killed!"

"Who can kill him?" Thor asked in surprise: "He should be the most terrifying killer in the Pan-Continent, and who can kill him?"

"It should be the one who helped An Fei secretly." Ernest's eyes turned to An Fei.
Chapter completed!