It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

The only thing that concerned her was that this classical mage robe was not a modern and popular style, and the silver-haired girl always felt that she had seen something similar somewhere.

Michelle Hebrew raised her head, as if she instinctively sensed something extremely dangerous, and stepped back a distance while suspended.

There was no sign of her movements, but this half-beat slow reaction speed did not look like a seasoned and experienced executive.

She looked at Ella with a solemn expression, but doubts flashed in her eyes like molten gold.

"This powerful lady, who are you?"

Chapter 32 Old age

"Who am I?"

Ella almost laughed out of anger.

This joke is really not very funny.She didn't understand why the other party still pretended not to know her until now. Was he pretending to have amnesia to beg for her forgiveness?

If this is the case, then the other party is a more emotional, or more interesting guy than Ella imagined.

The girl could still recall the piercing killing intent. First, she was pierced through the chest by the high-level magic "Judgment", and fell into the mud of the street on that rainy night.

The enemy who was chasing after her swung the Holy Spirit Sword and cut off her head without hesitation.

The icy murderous intent was real, and Ayla even dreamed about these scenes repeatedly during the period of recovery from her injuries.

Although she no longer has any interest in revenge, Ella, who was aroused a little bit of anger, still sneered and sarcastically.

"Why, you don't know me? Or you don't know the opponent you tried to kill?"

This kind of reaction made the puzzlement in the other party's eyes more intense, which even made Ella discover something wrong, if this kind of micro-expression as small as the pupil can also be explained through acting skills.

Then maybe Michelle Hebrew would be a better fraudster than Val Farmigne.

She frowned her delicate eyebrows, and even the subtle changes in her expression were completely symmetrical.

"I did kill quite a few monsters or dark wizards...too many for me to remember every single one of them. But there's one thing that strikes me as weird - I can't remember where I let go A target on the list."

"Forget it, no matter who you are, since you claim to have been my hunting target, please die immediately."

But before Michelle could make a move, several gray chains of fire slid in the shadows wrapped around her limbs, burning every bit of magic power she mobilized into nothingness.

Even the Holy Spirit Sword that was about to take shape was broken into particles of light and scattered.

The blond girl was stunned to find that she was firmly locked in a space like solidified cement. Not to mention mobilizing magic power or chanting spells, even her blood stopped flowing. Now it is very difficult for her to move her eyes or even move her mind. .

"Hey, she really doesn't remember anything related to you anymore, that belongs to the memory of the second Michelle Hebrew."

At this moment, a voice that had changed from Ella's memory came from behind the door.

the second?

Ella looked up and down at Michelle, who was temporarily sealed by herself. She clearly lacked experience when facing equal or stronger wizards, otherwise she would not have been able to succeed so easily.

The voice in the house seemed to say that there was not only one Michele in this world.

Maybe she is some kind of created alchemical being?Kleist has mastered some kind of life alchemy technology similar to Dmitry Dalton?This could explain the abnormal growth rate of the blond girl, and her current state of lack of experience or memory loss.

If it was the second Michelle Hebrew who fought her before, which one is it now?

Moreover, compared with creating such a perfect creation, inheriting memory or experience is really simple, which once again brings new doubts to the state shown by Michelle Hebrew.

Ella shook her head, her interest in this weird magic or Michelle Hebrew herself ended here, and there are more important things waiting for her now.

The silver-haired girl pushed open the wooden door, and the wind chimes hanging behind the door made a crisp and pleasant sound.

The memory seemed to go back many years ago, when she was an ignorant little girl, she fell into a coma because of learning magic beyond her own control.When she woke up, what appeared in front of her was such a duplex room, which was somewhat cramped for the principal's office.

An oak table is the biggest piece of furniture here, and there are a few old books and some snacks placed there, and the old man sits elegantly and leisurely behind the oak table——

No, the scene in front of me was finally separated from the memory.

The one behind the oak table is no longer that ordinary old man who looks like a flower farmer but has deep eyes and wise eyes.

The skinny old man was wearing a set of light nightgowns, but the size seemed a bit too loose for him. The place that the clothes could not cover was the dry skin that had tested the water, which was crumpled against the bones like dead bark.

The skin and flesh on the old man's face were sagging.The original deep and wise eyes were covered with blue-white shades, and the old man's gaze was misaligned with the area where Ella was located—he seemed to have lost his vision.

What is creepy is that the skin below the old man's neck seems to be translucent, and half of what was originally internal organs have melted into yellow-green pus, flowing around its rust-red bones as if it had a life of its own with.

Ella squirmed her lips, and in the end she just greeted with a dry voice:

"Long time no see, Professor Kleist."

"How are you doing this time?"

Because of the sound, the other party slowly turned his head and finally pointed at where she was, and forced a playful smile.

"Am I all right... What do you think? Miss Williams."

The girl's ordinary greetings are now like bitter irony.

This return journey has already brought too many surprises to Ella. Although she knows that Kleist is carrying the curse from the Son of God, her condition is not perfect.

In her original prediction, since Ulysses Philip, who also bears the curse of the Son of God, can still act in the dark, Kleist's state should be similar to him.It will even perform better because of its strength and more resources.

But he never thought that this old man, known as the strongest wizard, had been tortured by the disease curse and became like this.

Facing Kleist like this, Ella's fists were slowly clenched and loosened several times in a row, and her knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

She finally remembered the agreement she made with Dmitry Dalton, and dissipated a little spark that appeared on her fingertips.

What's more, there is no point in killing Kleist like this. This will not bring the desire for revenge, and it must not be the scene Howard Yusuf would like to see.

After a long silence, Ella's shoulders gradually relaxed, and she asked the question that had puzzled her for a long time.

"why."

"You have become like this...why on earth do you have to kill me?"

"I can understand your design to make Ulysses Philip's plan fail in the final stage, delay the arrival of the teacher and other executors, and make him bear the curse of the Son of God like you. But after that? Professor, I I don’t remember any hatred between myself and you.”

Chapter 33 Only You

"why?"

"When did you start thinking about killing me, in the underground mines of San Francisco, London... or earlier?"

The girl's voice unconsciously became deeper.

The latter was the answer that Ella didn't want to admit. If that was the case, then the kindness and kindness I experienced in the memory was completely fake acting.

Ella didn't want to destroy that memory. She would rather believe that Kleist lost control slightly after being unable to bear the curse, and his thinking and personality were affected, so he did these cruel acts that were not like him.

But judging from the opponent's various performances, although his physical condition has deteriorated extremely, Kleist still has normal thinking and rationality.

After listening to Ella's question, Kleist shook his head and smiled.

"...So even you don't know."

The old man's voice was calm, as if he was explaining the questions left after class to the students.

"Miss Williams, let me answer your last question first - all this was decided after I got Sibilla's treasure house, your memory has not been tarnished, and I am not a student who likes to play with me of evil spirits."

Although the senses have become blurred, Kleist can still simply penetrate into Ella's heart and grasp the essence of the problem.

"But I'm a little surprised that even you yourself can't understand my approach. Or even now, do you still want to deceive an old man like me?"

Ella couldn't understand this irony, but felt a little displeased instinctively, and her tone became cold.This caused a little smell of burning sparks in the originally barely calm air.

"What do you mean, Professor Kleist, I don't think you are worthy of letting me deceive you now."

Ella's blunt, barbed speech seemed a little out of Kleist's expectations.

This was different from the well-behaved girl he remembered.The old man's expression became a little dazed, as if he saw the shadow of another person from this straightforwardness.

The old man showed a lonely smile, and it was hard to say whether his current mood was gratification, emotion or something else.

"No value... This is really solid and convincing evidence, and there is a real possibility of your ignorance in this matter."

He paused,

"Then it's not too late for me to ask, Miss Williams—do you know anything about your own background?"

This question made Ella feel a little nervous for no reason.

"As you all know, I was fostered by my parents at my uncle's house in London when I was very young. I was found by Teacher Yousef and brought back to Kraft during the incident seven years ago. If you hadn't destroyed me student status, it should still be lying in the archives of this castle."

"If you want to ask what I know that you don't...then I don't think so."

As if he had already guessed this answer, Kleist shook his head.

"Of course it's not that simple, Miss Williams."

"Your friends have done some investigation and found some clues that were hidden by those who were interested. Of course, we have also done the same thing. Although a lot of time and experience have been invested there, the clues I got are no better than You have more friends.”

"Ahem...the only thing that is certain is that your father, Norbold Williams, who deposited a large amount of gold into the bank 100 years ago, is not an ordinary person, and neither are you. Did you meet him not long ago?"

After finishing such a long paragraph, Kleist's state obviously became a little weak.He took out a strange beak mask from the drawer and put it on his face. He spit out a mouthful of thick green poisonous mist, but it was quickly sucked into the beak and did not leak out.

The silver-haired girl noticed that the spirit of the old man had become worse again, and no one knew that he would be able to live for a few more days.

Ella wasn't surprised that the headmaster knew about Norbird and her actions.The previous disaster in the land of Nod was about to affect the entire material world, and it was impossible for Kleist to hide such a major event.

"I don't think of him as my father, he is him, I am me-no matter what that man wants to do, it is just his own decision and choice, and has nothing to do with me."

The old man was noncommittal.

"It seems that your relationship with him is not harmonious, and I don't want to ask about your relationship, it doesn't matter."

"There is only one thing I want to say—because of Norbold's particularity, if you are really her daughter, there is no doubt that you are not an ordinary human being—you don't deny this, right?"

Ella tried to explain something, but was interrupted by the old man, who continued.

"You don't have to worry about it. In fact, wizards like you and me who have acquired divinity can hardly be said to be fully human—you have to have such a self-awareness."

"The bloodline of the evil god cannot be inherited by humans. This is an iron rule that has never been broken. Many people think that it has become an exception in you, but I never think so."

"The iron rule is the iron rule. After London, I have always thought that you are some kind of human family, or a very special son of God-but this still does not constitute a reason for me to kill you. I am not paranoid, let alone Benson Baine Chambers, the Guardian, is something like that."

"Before something happened, I had been observing you and was finally convinced that you were a lawful existence, not to mention Howard was willing to guarantee your harmlessness."