Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 785 Blue Dragon's Work

On the other side of the mirror, that old gloomy guy was staring at him, with dense wrinkles like knife marks, and under the shadow of the wizard hat, his pale eyes twitched unnaturally.Fingers opened the eyelids, the yellow nails were getting closer and closer to the pupils, there was no fear in the eyes, the lifeless inorganic gaze made people feel chills down the spine, Mr. Dean rubbed his eyebrows, but Lyle's flesh and blood camouflage did not imitate The expression you want.

Flesh camouflage is not a mask, it cannot hide the inner temperament of the user.

"It's an excellent student who perfectly embodies the true inner self." The dean pulled out an ugly smile and began to choose his favorite on the table. The old method always works.A thick and fluffy golden beard, with cute braids on both sides, attached to the shriveled upper lip, hiding half of the face, looking at himself with a sudden change of momentum, like the warm sun, the dean narrowed his eyes.

The old man's foolish smile didn't last long, the silvery mirror surface rippled, the scene began to blur, the reflection range was limited to the whole head, the hat and beard were cut off, the appearance of the person in the mirror became funny and strange.

"Anle, old friend." The dean greeted the mirror with a smile.

"Anle, although we don't want to see you, you didn't give us the right to refuse." That face wanted to get out of the mirror, and the thin mirror became a solid barrier. Even if the face in the mirror was distorted and hideous, it would not help.Mr. Dean snorted lightly, quite satisfied with his work.The Soul Reaper stuffed his prey into a container, and after fully absorbing their knowledge, he did not discard the remnants of the personalities, but hung them up like trophies displayed in a tower.

The dean used the soul fragments of his enemies to build himself a magic mirror, a trash talk tree hole, and a false object to vent his emotions.

"The lich is digging into your past." The man in the mirror said this, but found that the dean's expression didn't change too strongly.

"Then let them find out." Mr. Dean smiled indifferently, rubbed his fingers together and made a sound, "Paying too much attention to the past will make people become obsolete products of time. Instead, I am more worried. companion."

"Anoin." The mirror screamed, his voice full of jealousy and resentment. "He should be locked in, with us! And the surprise, the rest!"

Mr. Dean stroked his beard and recalled: "I know that sooner or later he will go crazy. For those who study the knowledge of evil spirits, death is the best end. He is destined to be a rotten fruit. Unfortunately, we had a lot of common topics before."

The scream of the mirror was even more piercing.

"It's you who is rotten!! You gave up your original intention, this college should end up with the Elmo Council!!! They should be the same as us!!!"

The dean knocked on the nightshade carving on the left side of the mirror, and a thick fog formed on the mirror, blocking their voices inside.The rare purity aroused the dean's desire to express, he sped up his speech, talking to himself in front of the blurred mirror.

"I also prepared a reservoir for him and let him play with his own little seafood to fend for himself, but he ran away. Well, I did encourage Lyle to contact him to try, but I don't want him to create such a thing for me. What a hassle."

"The mystic of Wandering City contacted me. Behind the event that the apostle of the evil god caused Wandering City to fall, there are traces of his participation. The profound transformation of flesh and blood is engraved on the foundation of Wandering City. I should have guessed it a long time ago. That divine skeleton can't cause a bloody riot like a natural disaster, Anoin, you damn lunatic."

"One-tenth of the missing population includes all races. A densely populated place like Wandering City is simply a supermarket with a wide variety. Now spirit wizards have sufficient materials for casting spells, which is really a disaster."

"I should harvest him immediately, if I find it."

"Where are you, my old friend...where are you, where are you..."

He paced and whispered in place, and the only witness was a mirror.

……

Wandering City, in the tower of Silver King City.

The scholar slid his finger, and the water mirror suspended in the air evaporated out of thin air. He looked out of the window sideways, and the brilliance of the secret eye overlapped with his line of sight for a moment.

"Those flesh-and-blood transformation formations... I've dealt with them cleanly." Christo pushed open the door, and the blue dragon, whose silver-white hair was stained with broken crystals, looked at the mentor sitting on the chair. There were many topics engraved on the doorknob. It took him five seconds, and the scholar's little trick made Blue Dragon feel a little nostalgic.

The dragon priest nodded, pointed to the open space in front of him, and signaled the students to take their seats.After exhaling for a while, the blue dragon was sitting on the crystal seat. He looked at his teacher. The scholar supported his head with one hand, and his eyes still stayed out of the window.

"It's nice that you can learn about spirituality."

The scholar's encouragement made Christo shrug his shoulders, and he waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing.

"Lyle doesn't object to my observation of his laboratory, and seeing those unimaginable things, unfortunately, I have more experience."

"The work over there in the dream is not busy? You seem to have a long vacation."

"The program framework of the dream game has been completed, and it is basically running stably. After clearing those variables, it is quite easy to maintain..." Christo smiled cheerfully, happy like a child, "This means that he has no inspiration, no Fazheng has a new life!" The corner of Crystal's mouth turned up, proving that he hated someone's sudden new idea.

The scholar calmly looked at Krystal's wagging tail, and gave up telling him about Lyle's recent situation.Your brother went to upgrade, otherwise you will suffer.

Poor kid, I can't bear to disturb him.

"Very well, my student, this will give you time to learn about your work."

He was as stiff as a crystal, the pupils of his eyes contracted into lines, his body fluctuated unsteadily, and his anthropomorphic magic was almost out of control.Christo bit his lip, speaking a little hastily.

"My job? Then what have I been doing for more than half a year? Managing cities, constructing dreams... You make it sound like I'm playing." I spent so much time getting up early and working late at night to complete the homework you assigned, but you told me no Test these.

Christo was a little angry, and more of a resentment for ignorance.If a scholar told himself that it was a part-time job at the beginning, he would definitely... spend more time comforting himself.What can the blue dragon do? This dragon priest scares the dragon when he gets angry.

The scholar didn't act too rascally. He waited patiently for Christo to finish venting. He used his eyes to make his apprentice retract his seat, and then comforted him: "Managing the city is to exercise your overall thinking ability, dealing with dreams... and The Lyle contact is a test of your resourcefulness and patience. With careful thinking and tactful flexibility, these two qualities can help you better do our real work."

"There is a reason for my arrangement, kid." Taking out the wine glass, the scholar poured the wine for Blue Dragon himself, "You have always been my pride, thanks for your hard work, Krystal."

Thanks for your hard work.

These words almost made Christo cry, and a feeling of recognition filled his chest. He held the wine glass given by the scholar, shook it gently, and watched the liquid inside roll, just like his own wet eye sockets.

"It turns out... Teacher, you are paying attention to me. I... I thought I was just a freed coolie, a tool man for work."

The scholar frowned, disgusted at Krystal's humbleness towards himself, he stood up, walked to the blue dragon, and put his palm on his shoulder.

"I am indeed strict with students, but I regard you as precious heirs. Why do you have such thoughts, Christo, you are a proud dragon, the son of the noble dragon father. No one, and I will not allow Some people treat you as cheap labor."

"Really? But, Alcaron said, the black dragon priest always asked him to dig holes, dig holes, hunt or something, and do some unseemly chores. I thought, I thought you two were old... old The dragon priests start some weird competition again, over whose dragon is more miserable, or something."

The fact is that the blue dragon occasionally complains to the eldest war son during his busy work, and Alcaron has just solved the psychological problems of the ancient human tribe, established his authority, and listened to his brother's fun by the way.The evil black dragon laughed in his heart, but pretended to be in pain on the surface.Brother, I’m old too, and I’m like a primitive person. We are the same kind of people, we are good brothers, and then we hug each other and cry.At least Alcaron's tears were real.

Moroki, who didn't know the truth, was also somewhat suspicious of his companion's behavior, but as a member of the dragon priest, he decided to uphold the dignity of the dragon priest.

"Don't stay on the superficial level of vision, Christo. The black dragon priests believe that power is everything. There are some differences between the thinking and actions of their fighters and our spellcasters. No matter what the process is, we dragon priests will regard you as dragons. An irreplaceable treasure. We dragon priests will never trample on your talents..."

An unusual electric spark suddenly jumped in my mind.

"But it's hard to say about Olmheid, um...he used to have a bad brain. You know, people in primitive tribes are actually somewhat similar to monkeys."

"Don't say I said it."

(End of this chapter)