Chapter 340 Interlude? ? ? ?

Although there are only a few days left before the arrival of the cold winter, there is still continuous light rain in the Gray Rain Country, especially in the Gray Swamp. In almost everyone's impression, this silent swamp has never cleared up , it rains almost every day, nothing more than sometimes light rain and sometimes heavy rain. The gloomy rain clouds hover over the swamp like persistent vultures, and the dirty mud is always under the rain. Mud and water splashed everywhere.

In fact, the climate of the gray swamp does have the title of "vulture cloud and rain". Its haze never stops wandering, and the occasional clearing is like an illusion for a short time.

It was about noon now, and the apprentices in the branch of the Truth Thoughts in Gray Rain Country had already braved the rain and left the dormitory to go to the cafeteria, but there was still no sound in the instructor's area.

No matter what the weather is, all the formal mages are still quietly staying in the underground laboratory recently. Perhaps the conflict between the red-robed mages and the mage union has not passed a while ago, and the mentors of the thought of truth are still silent She lives in seclusion and doesn't care about worldly affairs.

However, this kind of tranquility is destined to only exist on the surface. In fact, mages who can never settle down can always find something (trouble) for themselves in their spare time, such as... trying to study a master class The "masterpiece" of the strong!

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at alchemy, and the precision of my brain is too high, it will be troublesome to use potions rashly, so... it may hurt a little next time, just be patient."

Under the dim light, Mijaka was talking to Anya who was lying on the experimental table.

The girl was a little uneasy and cramped. The dim light of Mijaka's laboratory had a hazy feeling, and the silhouette of Mijaka in a white robe under the light appeared sharp and angular.

"Oh, this is just accepting the kind help from Mijaka-sama, don't think about it!"

Anya looked at the ceiling with a flushed face.

"How did things become like this"?

Thinking of this, the shy Anya slightly clenched the white sheet with her fingers.

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Just a few minutes ago, Anya, who was full of expectations, finally heard the "treatment" method proposed by Mijaka:

The inspection results of the "Koniback Microscopic Magic Capturing Instrument" have come out, um... According to the data, Master Sai'an's transformation should be carried out in your brain, and among all your body organs, only this part There is a little bit of unusual residual magic power. If there is no help from the detector, even a master-level power may ignore such a weak residual magic power... Sigh, as expected of a master-level powerhouse, this kind of cleaning residual magic power fluctuates The level is truly unmatched.”

At that time, Mijaka's expression was extremely serious, and the parchment in his hand seemed to have the weight of a thousand pieces of gold.

"Big... brain"?

Hearing Mijaka's description, Anya couldn't help but feel a chill rise from the bottom of her heart. When she thought of her mentor conducting an experiment of unknown nature on her brain, Anya felt an uncomfortable feeling mixed with nausea and fear. .

"That's right, this is the most troublesome point... As for whether your soul has been manipulated... Sorry, I can't detect this with my strength."

Putting the parchment in his hand into the fireplace and lighting it, Mijaka's face slowly became a little bitter:

"Now, I'm afraid I can only try to relieve your symptoms and find out the cause of the nightmare as much as possible. If I want to solve the problem...I'm afraid only Lord Sai'an can do it."

Out of the sense of responsibility of a kind mage, Mijaka reminded Anya repeatedly of the uncertain dangers of such imprudent "healing techniques" even though he was a little curious, and he respected the girl's right to choose :

"Actually... my method is not necessarily appropriate, and there may be better options... Once there is a problem in the treatment process, it will lead to... very serious consequences! I hope you can think about it clearly...".

In fact, Mijaka hasn't told Anya yet—if the punk Sai'an master leaves any self-destruct spells in Anya's brain for the sake of confidentiality—not only Anya will face death, but even himself may encounter Danger.

But... Seeing Anya's face turned pale with fright, Mijiaka still didn't make this guess.

Although she received a serious warning from Mijiaka, Lu Anya almost panicked and agreed unswervingly. In other words, compared to the danger of death that Mijiaka said, she couldn't bear the pain of this nightmare anymore. .

"It's okay, Master Mijaka, please do whatever you want, Anya... Anya will not regret it."

At that time, Anya, who was already tormented by nightmares and unreasonable fears, said these words aloud almost without hesitation.

"... Well, the means of a master spellcaster are really elusive, even I can't make any decent guarantees, but... since I have promised you, I will do my best."

Under the dim magic light, facing Anya's trusting eyes, Mijaka felt his cheeks were a little hot. He reached out and gently wiped a drop of crystal tears from the girl's face, then bent down and wiped Anya's head.

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

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"...Don't worry, I'm here...Ahhh, I'm so shy..."

Anya felt that her face must be redder than an apple now, and every time she recalled Mijaka's words, the girl would feel her heartbeat suddenly speed up.

"Okay, Anya, are you ready?"

"Huh? Huh! It's already...it's ready"...

Hearing Mijaka's voice, Anya quickly calmed down her trembling mind, although the blush on her cheeks still betrayed the shyness in the girl's heart.

As the low voice of the incantation gradually sounded, Anya only felt that the hazy magic lights began to gradually blur. At this moment, only Mijaka's gentle side face remained in the girl's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Anya, who didn't dare to move, felt a slight pain in her arm, and then... the deep darkness slowly swallowed up the bright world.

"Mikaka... likes you..."

There was no fear or anxiety. At this moment, Anya felt that even though she was haunted by nightmares, she could still feel the warmth of the magic stove, the softness of velvet, and a little bit of sweetness.

Even in a coma, Anya was still at ease, because she knew that the handsome mage named Mijaka... was by her side.