Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 120 Blood Mark
"Are you giving up now? You can try your best again."

On the other side, while the two perverts were quickly subdued by Courtline, the situation on the side of Ritas and the last pervert Bart seemed quite calm.

But in fact, Bart had already taken action.

However, the kick that seemed to be able to move the wings painted on his back, which used all his strength in an instant, only caused ripples on the surrounding transparent wall.

Bart didn't know whether it was a coincidence or he was deliberately guided. Anyway, when he came to his senses, he was already trapped in an area where all the intersections on all four sides were blocked by transparent protective barriers.

“Try your best”

Bart stared at the figure holding the disc at a considerable distance from him, his voice filled with bitterness.

He had been trying his best every moment since then, but it was of no use.

Under the dim moonlight, he felt that the other person's eyes were not looking at a human being at all, but rather at an experimental subject or something.

Bart lowered his head and looked at his swollen right leg. After taking a deep breath, he kicked the transparent wall in front of him with a whip kick.

Still, it's useless.

If you ask Bart why he only tried to attack the walls that blocked his way, instead of attacking the source of the magic directly, he would simply answer that he couldn't do it.

Not to mention how many layers of invisible walls separated him and Ritas in the seemingly short distance. The strength of the defensive barrier that Ritas used to protect his body must not be comparable to these barriers used to block the road.

“This is my best effort.”

It was as if there was no conflict in the place. Bart simply sat cross-legged on the ground and said so.

His actions seemed free and easy, but in fact they were a manifestation of extreme despair.

Compared to being knocked down by someone with absolute force and no ability to fight back, the feeling of using all his strength but not being able to touch the opponent at all is what really makes him unable to even think of resisting.

"What level are you among criminals? Are you one of the weaker ones?"

Ritas asked as he fired a flare into the sky to urge the Guard Knights to come.

"Weak? How is that possible? If we were really weak, we wouldn't have been caught until now. It's better to say that if we hadn't encountered monsters like you, there wouldn't be many people in this city who could catch us!"

Bart said with a sigh, half depressed and half proud.

"Although your short-sighted judgment has limited reference points, these protective barriers are indeed over-improved."

"Over-improved? Is this kind of magic so easy to improve?"

While the Guard Knights were on their way, Bart and Ritas for some reason seemed to be chatting in a leisurely manner.

"For those who don't understand magic, improving magic may be a great feat. But for mages, it's actually not that difficult. Especially for the most basic and common category like 'defense'. Not only is there room for improvement in every aspect, but thousands of mages have tried it before, leaving behind corresponding results and experience. So, the rest is just to follow each person's own way, refer to the materials and continue trial and error."

Ritas explained to a bald middle-aged man whose clothes were painted on,

"Moreover, when we say it's an improvement, it's actually an adjustment to a certain extent. For magic like this, which is done through magic circles and magic pages, it can be said that every detail burns energy and money. The more energy and money are accumulated, the better the magic pages will be, but the storage time will be relatively shorter. It takes a week, a month, or even a year to make a magic page, and the effect is only a matter of a moment. In fact, in more cases, these magic pages don't even have a chance to be used, and in the end they can only let the power above them dissipate in vain."

Ritas shook his head, took out a stack of book pages that had turned to white, and let them be blown away by the breeze.
"So, in many cases, it is important to find a balance. Only by finding a good balance can we avoid wasting the magic items that we have painstakingly made. In other words, we can avoid having a 'window period' with the magic that is used to protect ourselves. Before, I was able to find a good balance, or I thought I had it very well. But some recent experiences have forced me to start making adjustments."

".I don't know what you're talking about, professor, but anyway, I was unlucky and ran into a thicker protective wall than before, right?"

Bart said this, scratching his few hairs.
"Also, although the professor just said that I am short-sighted, I think that I or my brothers have seen more than most people. Ino is born blind, so he can see souls. Bart is born deaf, so he can hear the beating of the heart very clearly. And because I was born without the sense of touch, let alone pain in the strict sense, the skin all over my body can more clearly sense things that others cannot perceive, such as danger."

As he spoke, Bart stood up and spread his arms to show himself to Ritas.

"And I don't wear these for any obscene purpose. I just don't want clothes, like external objects, to interfere with my natural perception, so I have no choice but to use them."

"No, it's just pure perversion."

"Alas, I thought that my professor, who is also an artist, would be someone who understands me."

Bart sat down again awkwardly.
"In short, there are indeed many dangers in this city. There are some places where I don't even have the courage to approach. But those dangers are all dangers that I have sensed before and are within the scope of understanding. Including the lady next to the professor, whose soul is like a hippopotamus and whose heartbeat sounds like a chimpanzee."

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If the lady who was a combination of hippopotamus and chimpanzee heard this, Bart would probably not live to see tomorrow, right?

Ritas thought so with a frown on his face, and became interested in the "special abilities" of the three perverted brothers who seemed to have something like that.

"But the previous test was not really a test. When I pretended to be a passerby and walked past the professor, the feeling he gave me was something I had never felt before. Although I didn't feel pain, I was still very afraid of sharp objects like needles. At that time, I felt as if I was pricked by countless needles. For a few breaths, I even felt like I was 'dead'."

Bart forced a smile on his face.
"The professor doesn't have the ability to hear heartbeats, so he probably can't detect it. My heartbeat right now might be five times faster than usual."

"I see."

Listening to Bart's words, Ritas nodded slightly with a calm expression.

"Although I don't know why you are afraid of me, I do understand why you came to Spring City for me, but in the end you only stayed around people who were related to me instead of attacking me directly."

Bart's narration also solved some of Ritas's doubts during this period. "Since you three brothers are all born with disabilities, are your parents close relatives?"

".Tsk, even the professor's curse words are so aggressive."

In the moonlit alley, the members of the Guard Knights had not arrived yet, so the conversation between Ritas and Bart continued.

"It's not an insult. You've been calling me 'Professor' naturally since before. Am I famous in your organization?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, the conversation between the two has reached the area of Ritas's interest.

"Hehe, you're quite famous, Professor. So many bigwigs who normally wouldn't even look at us little guys want you to be one of them. Especially those people at 'The Company'. I heard they went to all sorts of crazy lengths to get in touch with you first."

company?

The name of the organization was completely different from "Darkborn", which made Ritas raise his eyebrows slightly. However, he did not interrupt Bart's narration.

"Professor, fate is really unfair. You seemed to be speculating before that the three of us were born with disabilities. In fact, there are not so many complicated reasons. It's just that our father kept beating and scolding our mother while she was pregnant with us. Can you feel that our father is a scumbag from this incident? Humph, but this degree is nothing compared to everything he has done. At least, our mother lived to the moment she gave birth to us."

Bart sneered in a low voice.

"Even such a vicious sinner, who would not be able to pay for his sins even if he died a hundred times, is still only a low-level third-class criminal in the region among the Dark Elves. Even now, decades later, if we reveal our surnames in that town, someone will still spit in our faces. The blood of Diosium is still the blood of a low-level third-class criminal!"

Anger gradually grew in Bart's voice.

Ritas, who finally heard the words he wanted to hear from Bart's mouth, continued to remain silent and listened more carefully.

"It's really weird, isn't it? Aren't they all scum who should be tortured in hell forever? Why can they be divided into different levels? Diosium never did anything good in his life. He made the three of us brothers like rats since we were little. Why can't we get some benefits after his death by joining an organization whose members all inherited the blood of sinners?"

Bart hammered his hands to the ground.

He was unaware of the pain and seemed to be unaware of the strength, and he smashed his hand until it was bleeding.

"Why is it that we, despite making so many contributions to the organization, have been unable to obtain a single 'Sin Blood Mark' for so many years? And yet, simply because you are the son of 'Varanger' and have the blood of a sinner close to 'Original Sin', you were able to obtain so many Sin Marks before even joining the organization?"

After Bart vented, he breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to be gradually calming down.

"That's what I thought before. And, under the instigation of others, I came here to try to cause trouble for the professor. I can't say I was looking for trouble, I just wanted to steal and borrow some of the professor's sin seals. Anyway, I heard that the professor has a lot of sin seals, right? It shouldn't be a big deal even if he lends us one or two. Ha, ha ha."

Bart, who was full of resentment, looked at Ritas for a few times, and seemed to recall the feeling of being pricked by countless needles, and his tone revealed a flattering tone.

"'Mark of Blood'? Could it be that what you are talking about?"

After thinking for a while, Ritas fumbled in his arms without holding the white disk, and then took out three red wax sticks. The four fingers he raised towards Bart just happened to hold the three wax sticks.

The messenger of the Darkborn had only written him three letters so far. The only thing worth noting in the entire letter was a wax with an unknown material and a complicated pattern.

"It's too far away, so I'm not sure. But it should be the Sin Seal. Sigh, the thing that the three of us brothers have been dreaming of is being taken by the professor like that."

Bart smiled bitterly again.
"However, unlike before I came here, I no longer have arrogant thoughts. 'Dil also has magical talent, but he just didn't go to the academy, otherwise he would be a famous professor.' The blood of original sin and the blood of the lower-class sinners are indeed different. We should not blame anyone, we should only blame 'fate'."

As Bart was feeling sorry for himself, suddenly, a strange breeze blew from the side of Bart, circled around him, and then rolled a thumb-sized object into his hand.

"How do I use this 'Mark of Blood'?"

"Professor, what is this?"

Under the faint moonlight, Bart stared at the red sealing wax that appeared in his palm with his eyes wide open, and uncontrollable greed instantly emerged on his face.

"Since you want this mark so much, show me what it contains."

"Even if you want to stop me, it's too late Professor! It's already mine!"

Bart suddenly jumped up and raised the sealing wax in his hand high towards the full moon in the sky.

"Come on! The blood mark of sin and the blood of the sinner in my body, huh? Why is there no reaction?"

As Ritas watched in silence, Bart raised the Blood Seal to the moon for a long time, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Damn it, isn't it the 'Full Moon Mark'? No, how could it be? How could the sin mark prepared for the son of the great sinner be of the level of the 'New Moon Mark'?"

Bart, with bloodshot eyes, withdrew his hand, stared at the blood mark for a moment, and then his face gradually showed realization.

"I see. This should be the highest level 'Blood Moon Mark' mentioned in the rumors."

Bart suddenly bit his own finger, and felt that the blood flowing from one finger was too little, so he bit all five fingers on his left hand.

Blood quickly accumulated on Bart's right hand, but except for the beginning, not a single drop of blood flowed out from his almost flat palm.

The dried wax gradually began to emit an eerie glow as Bart laughed loudly.

And Ritas, with an expression that had not changed at all from before, silently recorded the scene in front of him.

(End of this chapter)