Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty Second Lingering

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"Wow, brother, you've come to see me!" As soon as he knocked on the door, Locke hadn't seen what was going on inside, and a figure flew over.

Christine was like a sloth, straddled on Locke's waist, and she didn't want to come down.

Seeing this, Locke patted Christine on the head dotingly.

"Where is your room?" With this sticky girl hanging from her waist, she turned back and asked Angelina awkwardly.

Angelina's usual small temper will only play when she is alone with Locke. When outsiders or other women are present, she will always put on a generous image, which is good for taking care of Locke's face, It also helps to set off her status as first lady.

This move worked well, at least Grace and Xia Qian didn't show any sign of resistance, but subconsciously thought that Angelina was the right wife.

The reason is that the two of them are older than Locke, they are not in the right households, they are exiled ladies, and they are from ordinary civilians, which is much worse than Princess Angelina Faustin's halo.

Angelina didn't answer Locke's words, but went to another door near Leah's room, chanted the spell silently, and opened the door.

Well, it turns out that several women lived together, and everyone was neighbors.

This kind of situation is what Locke wants to see the most, who doesn't want to have a harmonious harem.

That night, Locke spent a comfortable night. He accompanied Angelina in the first half of the night, and in the middle of the night, he went to Grace and Xia Qian's side. In the second half of the night, he just lay down on his sister Lia's side. In minutes, Christine, the girl, sneaked over and got into Leah's bed and couldn't get out.

"I'm not going to drive you away. As for it." Seeing Christine so stubborn, Locke smiled wryly.

I can't blame Christine for stalking. When Locke fought Grace a few hours ago, Grace didn't agree to serve Locke with Christine, and she still needs her face.

Grace disagreed, there was no other way, Christine had to go back to her room and sleep by herself.

This girl may be practicing fighting spirit and magic. There is always a kind of rebellious mood in her character. She always wants to try what it feels like to be with Locke with her aunt. This makes Grace, who is well educated and once a countess How to agree.

Of course Christine will not be driven away, Locke spoils her, so Leah suffers.

Because it is Locke's sister, Leah has a very special position in this family, and Angelina usually has no temper with Leah. Speaking of which, among the women of Locke, Angelina and Leah have the best relationship.

After Christine broke in in the second half of the night, Leah lost face and did not continue to linger with Locke. She found the quilt again, curled up in a corner of the bed, and quietly looked at the battle between Locke and Christine.

The knight's physique is stronger than the average person. The scale of the battle between the two is large and the intensity of the battle is fierce. Seeing that Leia's calf is weak, it is only today that she realizes the strength of her brother's fighting power.

A good night can always give people endless aftertastes. That's what this guy Locke is like. After dawn, several women got up one after another, but this guy was the only one who stayed on the bed and refused to get up.

"Locke, we're going to class, and there is breakfast I left for you in the kitchen." Outside the door, Leah said blushing, Locke was in an extremely indecent state at this time, and little Locke was exposed outside the quilt.

"Oh, I see." Locke nodded and replied.

After the girls left, they noticed that Christine was still hugging him and didn't move. Locke slapped Christine's little butt and asked, "Why don't you go to class?"

The sound is quite loud, but in fact, Locke's shot doesn't hurt at all, on the contrary, it has a kind of meaning.

Christine hummed and said, "The class is not interesting at all, it's not as interesting as you teach me to fight."

After finishing speaking, Christine also explained to Locke what she usually taught in class.

"Uh, that's really boring." Locke nodded in agreement after listening. He really couldn't understand that an anatomy class would take a whole day, and a crystal ball would be used to record the information on the limbs and organs of the anatomical creatures.

That's all, what's even more unacceptable is that an equivalent formula in the application of energy needs to be introduced by the guide magician to spend two board spaces. , when the church understands and digests this knowledge.

Don't talk about energy formulas, just learning a language and words is enough for Locke to toss. Many books of advanced magic knowledge use words and symbols that Locke has never touched.

Some were passed down from the Wizarding Continent, and some were more exaggerated by those powerful and knowledgeable second- and third-level magicians who researched and created by themselves.

Don't look at Christine, this girl looks a little unprofessional. It's absurd that she didn't go to accompany Locke in class today. In fact, she has mastered at least six languages. This is the effect of studying in Santa this year.

The Holy Tower is indeed a cradle for cultivating magicians. If Christine is really to be taken away from the Holy Tower, the speed of her magician's rank will be at least three times slower than outside.

"Since you're not going to class today, I'll accompany you to practice fighting qi. By the way, I'll visit Mage Ashar with me later," said Locke.

"Okay." Christine hugged Locke's neck, felt Locke's not-so-irritating beard, and said indifferently.

This girl's magician level has reached the point where there is only one layer of window paper left from the senior apprentice, otherwise last night

It is not so easy to break the restriction that Leah had placed outside the door of the room and sneak in.

The level of Dou Qi is not low, it seems that Christine did not pull down her Dou Qi practice this year.

"This is for you." Locke handed Christine a top-quality blood essence.

He has two of these things, one for Rafi and one for Christine. Locke has always been very fond of his woman.

In the afternoon, Locke went to visit Magician Ashar.

On the 122nd floor of the Holy Tower, if there is no temporary ID card, Locke can't get close to this place. The people above the 100th floor of the Holy Tower are all powerful magicians above the second level.

The second-level magician can exclusively occupy the first floor of the living space in the Holy Tower. This one hundred and twenty-two floor is the site of the Ashar magician, with more than ten rooms, three alchemy rooms, two element pools, and one cultivation room. room, a plantation

Coupled with the countless experimental equipment and magic materials, my dear, this is several times more luxurious than that of Master Keira.

The Holy Tower needs to ensure the ability to attract high-level magicians. These things are nothing more than to bind a second-level magician and pull her into his chariot.

This is the case with the second-level magician. Presumably the Holy Tower is more attractive to the third-level magician. I don’t know what the price of the Santa Tower Master paid to win over the third-level magicians in the three western islands.

Magicians.

Several dark-attribute magic plants, a broken corpse of a black warrior, dozens of dark-attribute energy spar collected by Locke, and some secular gold and silver jewelry, this is all that Locke brought to Ashar Magician Gift.

"Huh? This thing is good, where did it come from?" After being promoted to the second-level magician, the Ashar magician felt to Locke like a black fog that could not be seen clearly. This is the effect brought by the elementalization of the body. one.

"It's the trophy of killing a necromancer from the Death Knell Scar on the East Coast." Locke answered honestly.

It was heard that Mage Ashar swept away the dark elements around him, revealing his true face, still his cold and beautiful appearance.

The gorgeous black robe could not hide the snow-white skin and beautiful face of Mage Ashar.

Locke didn't look at evil and didn't dare to look blindly. He knew the temperament of this moody magician.

The wreckage of the Darth Vader really aroused the great interest of Mage Ashar. He didn't care that Locke was still at her house, so he waved his finger and controlled the wreckage of the Darth Vader to fly to her laboratory. It seemed that he was going to start researching immediately. some time.

Seeing this, Locke gestured to Christine and asked her to go back by herself, then got up and followed Mage Ashar into the laboratory.

Compared with the laboratory many years ago, the laboratory has changed greatly, but the tacit understanding between the two has not changed much.

Locke familiarly helped Mage Ashar put the wreckage of the Black Warrior on the experimental table, while Mage Ashar picked up a depth microscope and said to Locke as usual, "Make a hole in its head, don't damage it. brains inside."

"Okay." Locke nodded and said, concentrating the vindictive energy on his fingertips, carefully cutting it right above the black warrior's brain.

This kind of operation that destroys the brain's epidermis without hurting the inside is very delicate, and it is fortunate that Locke has been promoted to a first-level knight, otherwise he would not be able to help the Ashar magician to achieve such a level.

During the experiment, Locke even used a little bit of Jian Qi fingering.

two hours later.

After such a long period of high-precision experiments, there was a little sweat dripping from the tip of Locke's nose. The muscles of the body were not tired, but the mental fatigue was the most important thing. Locke deeply realized at this time that it is easy for you to cut off a person's head. But how tiring it is to study this head.

Especially when he encounters Mage Ashar again, this kind of rigorous work is suitable for people who are truthful and knowledgeable.

After such a long experiment, Mage Ashar was calm, and there was nothing unusual.

"The control of the soul is not enough, and the control efficiency of the puppet is at best 113. While the death element strengthens the strength of this body, it is also corrupting the vital structure of the brain." Ashar Mage commented rudely, "This is a A failed puppet!"

Listening to Mage Ashar's comment, Locke nodded and said, "The necromancer also said before the battle that this is a semi-finished product."

"Hmph, half-finished product? In my eyes, it's just a broken toy, such a waste of such good materials." Magician Ashar sneered.

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The scale of this chapter is relatively large. Xiaodou has been warned twice by the editor before. If he is shot at this level, he will not write these plots in the future. Write.

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