I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

With the blessings of her relatives, the girl's dolls seem to be happy for her.

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The Philos family, the master's study,

"What did you say?" Stevan stared at the servant who came to report the news with wide eyes, and he couldn't believe his ears when he heard the horrifying news.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he swung his hands vigorously, his pulse was protruding from his wrinkled neck, and the age spots under the silk scarf were faintly visible.

"You said that Sauron's face was smashed with a gun?"

But what the servant said next made Stevan feel a little stunned, "What? He smashed his own face with a pistol? Is there something wrong with his brain? Why didn't he smash his own head?"

"This brat, he's already engaged, so it's not worrying." Stevan rubbed his face and waved his hands wearily: "Let Robert show him, and if it doesn't work, let the mage treat him For a moment, doesn't he know healing magic?"

When he said this, he paused, his face was still a little uneasy, he shook his head, and controlled the mechanical wheelchair to walk out of the study room - the prototype of this wheelchair was designed for him by Abigail when he naively thought that he could get the love of his grandfather , she was only eight years old at that time.

But Stevan thought it should be, and didn't give her a good look. He even disliked the limited functions of the wheelchair, and only said that he could barely use it.

Later, he found the famous hextech inventor in Piltover to upgrade the wheelchair into a more perfect mechanical creation.

In truth, Abigail would have been better off sending Stevan such an elaborate custom-made wheelchair as Soren Fellowes had given him an ordinary silk scarf.

"Forget it, let me go and see that brat, huh? You said it wasn't what I thought? You're so damn stupid, get out, and I'll ask Sauron myself."

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Chapter 191 Chapter 57 The Philos family is in trouble

Stevan Fellowes soon brought his servants to Sauron Fellowes' residence.

This bedroom was far more spacious and luxurious than Abigail's, and it was resplendent.

A giant chandelier made of crystals, a quilt made of delicate fabrics, and a soft big bed.

Ionian silk is used here as a gauze curtain, Demacia's exquisite sculptures are arranged in a patchwork pattern, and Freljord's rare beasts are placed on the walls to show off, as if he hunted them. .

Sauron was lying on his bed receiving treatment at this time, Stevan pushed back the people around him, approached the bed, and saw the shocking injury.

The flesh on his face was blown away by bullets, and the originally fair skin on his cheeks was now filled with holes, and the dark cheekbones, white teeth, and tongue stained red by blood could be vaguely seen.

The traveling mage Raman obtained the knowledge of casting healing magic in ancient times in Shurima due to some coincidence. At this time, he was assisting the doctor to ensure that Sauron's wound could grow quickly after being disinfected.

After seeing Stevan rushing over with a gloomy face, Raman subconsciously felt something was wrong, and he was going to listen first.

If the Patriarch of Philos is really stupid to assassinate that lord, then he can persuade him first, and if he can't be persuaded, he can report it.

Stevan first sat aside and observed Sauron's injuries, his face gradually darkened. He asked the doctor, and the answer he got was: "As long as there is no infection, there is no major problem with life, but disfigurement is certain."

After learning that his life was not in danger, Stevan heaved a sigh of relief. Sauron also found his grandfather coming at this time, and turned his head to look over.

"What the hell happened." Stevan asked in an old and hoarse voice with a sullen face, "Are you crazy or stupid? You shot yourself in the face with a gun to try your own skin and bullets, who insists?"

"That's not the case!" Sauron said with a hideous face, "Grandpa, someone hurt me!"

He was about to tell what happened when Stevan waved his hand when he heard this: "Okay, let the doctor deal with your injury first."

He didn't wait too long.

Soon, the doctors took care of Sauron's face, first disinfected it, and then applied some wound medicine, some herbal medicine.

At this time, Piltover did not have antibiotics, but he knew how to disinfect with a certain concentration of ethanol.

Then Stevan let the doctors back away first, and his eyes stayed on Raman.

"Traveling Mage, Laman, I greet you." Laman bowed slightly, "I was there when that happened, Patriarch Philos."

Stevan observed the mage in front of him for a while, then looked at his grandson, seeing him nodding, he ignored Laman.

"Tell me, what happened." He tidied up the wool blanket covering his legs. He came here in such a hurry that the blanket was a little crooked.

"It's that bitch Abigail!" Sauron wanted to get angry, but the injuries on his cheeks made it difficult for him to roar smoothly, so he could only suppress his voice and hiss like a hoarse poisonous snake.

"She brought a little boy named Watson Holmes into the Fellowes, and I just thought she was

I'm married, I shouldn't do this kind of thing, I said a few words, I didn't expect..."

He briefly explained what happened after that, and Stevan nodded thoughtfully: "You said, after drawing the gun, your hand is out of control?"

He looked at Raman and got an affirmative answer.

"It's a mage." Laman nodded.

Mage...Steven lowered his head and pondered for a while, he was thinking far more than Soren, what could a little girl like Abigail do if she found a mage?

Help her escape marriage?

Increase the power she can control, so that she can speak to me?

Attempt to murder someone?

Or... want to fly away, heh, just like my stupid sister more than 80 years ago.

I don't think about it!

After enjoying the convenience brought by the family, one must assume corresponding responsibilities, which cannot be avoided.

wait until!

At this time, Stevan thought of the relationship between Abigail and his sister, and suddenly thought of more.

You know, Abigail has a very close relationship with his sister Camille. Is it possible that this mage was found by Camille.

What did Camille find the mage for?

Why don't you come and tell me?

Could it be that she discovered the truth back then, or discovered my plan?

In an instant, many plots and murders emerged in Stevan's mind, and he thought of the angry revenge he would face the killer who had made everyone in Piltover afraid.

A great sense of fear suddenly appeared in his heart, his wrinkled neck choked, and the age spots under the silk scarf squirmed. Even with bright lights, the spacious bedroom could not give him any sense of security.

I must test Camille.

He clutched the warm woolen blanket covering his lap tightly, and said through gritted teeth:

"No one has ever been able to escape unscathed after hurting the Philos family, and the mage is no exception."

This old man has a hearing problem or a brain problem.Raman felt a little unable to understand the brain circuit of this person, thinking that he might not know what a powerful spellcaster represented.

So he patiently explained: "That is an extremely powerful spellcaster. I don't even have the idea of ​​casting a spell in front of him. I can only kneel. If he wants to, he can bury an entire block with just one spell."

If Levi was at the scene, he would be stunned, don't be embarrassed, when will I have the ability to bury a block with one magic?

What kind of forbidden magic is this, why don't I know?

Fine instigation.

"And most spellcasters will take revenge..." Laman's purple eyes stared at Stevan closely, his sharp gaze was like a question from hell: "Are you ready to accept the words of a powerful spellcaster?" Are you crazy about revenge?"

The corner of Stevan's mouth grinned: "Master Laman, you may not know how much the Philos family has paid to protect the Hex crystal mine these years, and you don't know how many mages died in the mine. Mage? They have already been killed. I don't know. How many?"

In fact, Stevan didn't care about powerful spellcasters. He had been the head of the Philos family for decades, and he was well-informed. He once saw a spellcaster summon a tsunami to destroy an entire city.

Of course, I also saw him being shot to death with a crossbow by an ordinary person.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that mages could be easily killed by mortals, and if it wasn't for the fact that this mage was suspected to have something to do with Abigail and Camille, Stevan would definitely not want to provoke him.

The risk is too great. If something goes wrong, the Philos family will suffer huge losses and injuries because of their own decision.

But Stevan thought about the end of his impending old age and death, the heart of Hex that had frozen her in time, the fact that she would bring that mage to seize the position of Patriarch, and thought that she would make that bitch The daughter of the daughter sits at the head of Philos...

If one's end is to be seized power and die of old age, then it is better to strike first.

Give it a try!

At least as long as you are careful, you can still assassinate the caster.

I can't wait any longer. After cutting off the spellcaster, I will start preparing for the transformation. Well, I can't make Camille suspicious. The design drawings can only appear in the hands of those alchemy barons in Zaun...

For this I took her one-time lover, Hakim Nedry, from afar—he is dead, of course, but his nephew is alive.

Stevan brought all the relics of Hakim Nedry's nephew and the crystallographer who had served the Philos family for decades, just to add credibility.

As Camille's younger brother, he knows very well that although his sister has become a reformed person, her human nature has always existed, but she has hidden it.

Camille's heart... Stevan touched his withered heart, and the weak old heartbeat made him feel that the god of death was knocking on his door every moment.

This sense of panic waiting to die drove him almost crazy.

I am the Patriarch of Philos, I am the secret overlord of Piltover, I am one of the most powerful people in Valoran, I still have so much glory and wealth to enjoy, I cannot die!

The more you don't have something, the more you cherish it, the more you want it. Stevan has always been an extreme egoist.

Death threats that could arrive at any moment.

In his opinion, what is it to steal his sister's heart in order to survive?

He even gave himself enough legitimate reasons in his heart - he is the best Patriarch of the Philos family, and for the benefit of the Philos family, Camille needs to donate his heart.

"Mr. Sauron is fine, I'll take my leave first."

Seeing that he was not persuaded, Laman resolutely left. After leaving Sauron's residence, he couldn't help but look up at the resplendent mansion.