Chapter 319: Lanqi Can Reach the Maximum Hatred Value Even in the Audience

The edge of the stands was swept by the wind, and the bloody smell of the slaughterhouse was wafting.

"..."

Viscount Levin Kingston stared at the bottom.

His heart was full of confusion, puzzlement and panic.

...Is this really the gentle and kind boy he saw three days ago?

The unsolvable mystery was obviously related to the young man and woman next to him.

Viscount Levin Kingston glanced at Lanqi and Sid beside him.

Lanqi was still touching the little black cat in his hand, with a smile on his lips, as if he was very pleased with the transformation of his student.

And Sid was still leaning back in his chair calmly, with his palm lightly supporting his cheek.

The viscount's throat trembled slightly, but he just swallowed his saliva.

He originally planned to ask whether the miserable situation of the Ghost Party these days was related to the two people, but he subconsciously stopped talking.

Because they were too calm and regarded life as worthless, Viscount Kingston instinctively felt fear.

It was as if the two people sitting next to him were not human beings.

Looking from afar, seeing Char covered in blood and not knowing when he would die, Viscount Levin Kingston felt as if every knife was slashing at him.

Suddenly, the noise in the arena rushed to Viscount Levin Kingston's ears again, making him feel back to reality, and he sat back in his seat with a dizzy feeling.

"Excuse me, both of you, what happened to Char? Why did he become like this!"

Out of a sense of responsibility as an elder, Viscount Levin Kingston still firmly asked the two of them in a deep voice.

In any case, he treated Char as his own son.

At that time, he invited Char to walk and chat in the mansion, and also told Char that he and his deceased father were old friends, the past when Char and Lilith met in the imperial capital when they were young, the changes in the Snowfield Province, and the changes that Lilith had undergone because of meeting Char and the efforts she had made over the years.

He knew that Char would be inspired by this, and perhaps awaken something, but he would not become like this now!

Hearing this, Lanqi turned his head slightly with a slight smile.

"According to the most orthodox education method of our school, I gave him individual guidance and special training, and he did not disappoint me and successfully gained the power to protect his beloved."

Lanqi replied.

The course content is to suppress bandits. A man who wants to inherit the territory must also take the responsibility of protecting the people in the territory.

Love and justice coexist. Not only has the educational indicators been completed, but also full of merits and good deeds.

When Hyperion knows about it, she will definitely praise herself.

"Protos Royal School of Magic...?"

Viscount Levin Kingston was surprised.

Although this school has always been said to be very harsh, will it really train people like this?

This is a demon elite sergeant, okay? !

"That school... he doesn't need to go there anymore."

Lanqi smiled again,

"Of course, if he wants to go to Helrom with Lilith, I will write a recommendation letter for him."

"..."

Viscount Levin Kingston stroked his forehead, completely confused about what was going on.

He knew that Char had failed the special admissions entrance exam, and if he took the recommendation route, even if he was a senior professor in the school, there would only be one or two fixed places every three years, and they would often only be given to more outstanding students. It was impossible to promote Char just for a face.

He shook his head.

"...But if he continues to fight like this, Char will really die. How can he win?"

Viscount Levin Kingston could put everything behind him. He was only worried about Char's safety now.

"Has his mental image changed? That's his trump card?"

So far, Char has not used the umbrella in battle. It seems that it will only affect his performance in fierce close combat. Although it seems that the umbrella has not changed at all, maybe it has some changes like the second stage!

"No, I haven't changed Char's original intention and heart."

Lanqi shook his head.

Whether before or now, he has never changed the nature of others, but only satisfied and realized the wishes and demands of others, so that they can find true happiness.

"......?!"

This made Viscount Levin Kingston tremble in disbelief and turned his head to look at the venue.

Char has changed so much now, but his weapon has not changed at all...

This means that his mental image has really not changed from beginning to end...

If he really implemented himself and really became like this, then what kind of pure and weird evil existence would he be now?

In the arena.

The sword light and blood were still splashing, and the progress of the battle was very fast. It shouldn't take too long to decide the winner.

At present, it seems that the obviously stronger Viscount Dean has the advantage.

The assassin and the warrior exchanged blood, and the winner was clear at a glance!

"Get ready to die!"

Dean was about to kill with bloodshot eyes, and his hands holding the sword burst out with dazzling power, accompanied by lightning and sword energy, and slashed towards Char's body.

This bastard actually dared to confront him head-on and make him suffer like this.

He had never been so embarrassed or suffered such a crime since he was a child!

He was very sure that even without his father's guarantee today, he would definitely kill this bastard named Xia.

But the good thing is that after fighting for a long time, although I was also injured, it was obvious that Char was going to collapse first. Even if Char avoided this attack, I would be able to kill Char soon.

When the sword was about to hit Char, making it impossible for Char to avoid it, Dean also laughed wantonly!

No matter how torturous the process just now was, he would get unimaginable happiness at the moment of the battle, victory, and killing the opponent! !

The next moment.

With a loud noise, this sword seemed to be cut on an extremely hard barrier, which made Dean's hand numb and unable to press down any more.

I saw that Char's expression returned to calm, and he looked at him calmly, blocking his attack with a transparent barrier umbrella.

Then Char began to ignore Dean, took out a few purple rare magic cards of [Error Slow Healing], and cast continuous healing magic on himself.

"!!"

Dean looked at the crazy Char who now entered the state of stopping the war extremely calmly, and immediately understood the seriousness of the problem.

This kind of healing spell with a long casting process is often cast comfortably by the nurses standing in the back row with casting space. The purple rare healing magic multiplier is already very high. With the negative effect, the healing rate may be even higher.

Char's magic attribute is not bad. Even a second-level assassin can learn the first-level pink sacred magic. His magic talent is a bit outrageous for the elves.

Dean, who originally thought he was about to win, saw that Char began to rely on this barrier that was difficult to break even with the fourth-level attack. In front of him, he almost healed the state that was almost beaten to the bottom again!

Dean's eyes widened, not only were they full of bloodshot, but his hands were also shaking.

In a remote place like Kingston City, you can't buy so many high-quality deformed cards like [Error Slow Healing].

Someone must have given it to Char.

Who? ! !

Then, Dean's sight suddenly locked on the audience seats, and Ranch, who was watching the game with a smile in the distance.

I had met him once before, and that guy seemed to be a healing mage. After all, the woman next to him was also a warrior, and he was the only one who could carry these underworld magic cards.

However, facing such a gaze, Ranch just gave Dean a thumbs up with great positive energy, encouraging him to keep going.

Suddenly.

Looking at Ranch's mockery from a distance, but he had no way to deal with Char, Dean felt like he was about to spit out blood.

He stood in the middle of the field, as if he had forgotten the pain, and even began to lose his reason.

"No matter whether I can kill Char today or not, I will kill you!!!"

Dean roared hysterically at the audience, and his shrill voice was about to tear the sky apart.