As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Yes, the other party's target is undoubtedly you."

Angelina looked at her, her voice didn't sound like she was joking at all:

"Maybe I want to kill you, maybe I want to see you suffer... In short, you are very dangerous now, very dangerous!"

The female tutor thought for a while, and took out a magic talisman from her arms.

"It was given to me by my teacher."

She stuffed this magic talisman into the silver-haired girl's hand:

"It can save your life...but only once."

"If the other party wants to kill you, one talisman is definitely not enough. I can only pin my hope on my teacher."

Angelina seemed to have no idea:

"If that one let you go for my teacher's sake, then you are safe."

"if not……"

She shook her head, showing a helpless look for the first time.

How did things suddenly become like this?

The silver-haired girl felt a little puzzled:

Who did I provoke?

She looked down at the magic talisman, and even if it wasn't activated, she could still feel the terrifying power contained in it.

This is something like an amulet and cannot be used to attack.

But looking at it, the silver-haired girl had a feeling: that is, she is really dangerous now, and Angelina has to rely on the teacher's power to help herself when she is so dangerous.

"According to that person's personality, she will not directly attack you."

Angelina said slowly:

"She likes to see her prey being ravaged, tortured... and finally showing a desperate expression, so she will use everything around you to deal with you, making you miserable."

"If I'm not mistaken, the king's sobriety is the first step."

She put her hand on the shoulder of the silver-haired girl:

"Listen to me, the best way to solve the current dilemma is to use your own wisdom to deal with all the difficulties you will face next."

"Don't rely on external forces, and don't use forces beyond your own ability."

"In this way, if you can persist in the end, she will let you go, and even give you unexpected rich rewards."

"...I don't want a reward, okay?"

The silver-haired girl smiled bitterly and said:

"I just want her to let go of my small role. I don't think I have anything that she can care about."

"No, you have it!"

Angelina suddenly came to her senses, and said in surprise:

"I see...she wants to use this to test you, and then accept you as her disciple!"

What rice?

The silver-haired girl was suddenly stunned:

Has anyone recruited apprentices in such a terrible way?

What if the disciple holds a grudge and learns the teacher's skills and turns his face to revenge?

Angelina waved her hand, and the magic talisman flew back from her body.

"Mr. Angelina, this is..."

The silver-haired girl looked at her dumbfounded.

Could it be that the other party retreated in spite of difficulties and was about to give up on himself?

"—Remember, don't use any external force, including me."

Angelina put away the magic talisman, and solemnly warned:

"You can only use the strength within your normal range, and the resources you usually accumulate... But don't cross the line and seek that kind of powerful helper, such as me and Ken."

"Once she decides you cheated, or didn't do what she asked, you're in danger, you know what I mean?"

"But I'm in danger now."

The silver-haired girl said speechlessly:

"Even if she doesn't attack me, I won't be able to pass the king's test..."

Huh?

Then an idea came to her suddenly:

correct!

Since the other party doesn't plan to use unconventional means to deal with him, why not use that?

Thinking of this, she quickly opened the system panel.

"I am a time traveler with golden fingers!"

Looking at the densely packed skill bar above, a surge of pride surged in her heart:

"It's not Janet's kind of tool person who obediently follows the rules... Want to play with me like a toy? Then come and try!"

"—Look who of us can play who!"

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Although she said she couldn't help, Angelina didn't really stay out of it.

She put aside her lectures at Wangli Academy, and didn't go back to her alchemy studio, but went to the place where the orphans lived.

"—I will help you protect the children during this time."

She jumped out of the carriage at the door:

"And your servants...you can face the test with peace of mind."

"If you can pass, it may not be a good thing for you."

Before leaving, she stretched out a hand and gently stroked the silver-haired girl's cheek:

"Although that one has a bad temper, he still treats his disciple very..."

She didn't say anything after that.

——Janet, who was drenched and shivering from the cold, was sitting in the carriage, and that was also the other party's disciple!

"Mr. Angelina, don't you want me to become a witch?"

The silver-haired girl couldn't help asking:

"Then did I count as accepting your trial before? You said that outsiders are not allowed to disturb the witch's trial..."

"If my teacher wants to test you, that one will never intervene in the middle."

Angelina replied with a wry smile:

"But I don't have that kind of intimidation... get it?"

The silver-haired girl stopped talking.

——Like a certain powerful country on Earth, once its strength expands to a certain level, it can ignore the rules.

As long as they are not opponents at the same level, they can do whatever they want!

"I understand."

She gritted her teeth and replied:

"I will find a way to pass this test."

Angelina didn't say anything more.

She sighed, withdrew her hand, turned and walked into the yard where the orphans lived.

"Master Garcia, where are you going next?"

the coachman asked respectfully.

"go back."

The silver-haired girl said with a gloomy face:

"Go back the way you came."

The coachman was visibly taken aback by what she said.

But he didn't raise any objections. He glanced at the silver-haired girl and turned the carriage around.

Back at the ancestral house, the silver-haired girl entered through the back door.

The guards had already woken up and watched her walk in in surprise, but no one stopped her.

Angelina's method is very clever, they seem to have lost the memory of that time, and neither of them knows how the other got out.

"You should be here, Bazel."

The silver-haired girl came to the corridor leading to the living room and asked coldly:

"Or should I call you Ernest...the great Lord [Undead King]?"

After a while, an evil eye slowly flew out from a vase next to it.

"Oh, oh, this is really..."

Xieyan said in the butler's familiar tone:

"I am amazed by your keen eyesight. How did you guess my identity?"