As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

But Lyanna knew very well that the great wizard in front of her had just retreated behind the scenes, secretly accumulating strength and planning to make a comeback one day.

But that had nothing to do with her.

In name they were master and disciple, but in the final analysis, they were just using each other.

Ike's tone was as cold as Lyanna had expected. "We must not fail with the poison sac. Advance to Sequence 6 as soon as possible so that you can be of use to me."

"Your bloodline backlash is already very serious. If you don't improve it, you will die. It will be a shame for the hard work I have invested in you."

Lyanna's tone was equally cold: "I will not die until I have accomplished my purpose."

She often wondered with amusement, what would this usually calm great magician think if she died immediately after completing her goal?

However, when she thought about it now, her mood was not as happy as before.

Because, no matter what happened to Ike, the only thing she cared about was the reaction of the black-haired boy.

If that day really comes, will Roy feel sad for himself?

Just when her thoughts were drifting away, the old man's whisper brought her back to reality.

"Lyanna, do you know why I value you?"

Small talk wasn't Ike's style.

Lyanna, alert, replied cautiously, "The master is a man of great wisdom, whose vision is beyond the ken of a mere apprentice like me."

Ike stared at the brown-haired girl and said quietly, "You have good talent and a smart brain, but talent is not irreplaceable. Wisdom can be honed over time."

"The path of the Dark Arts is nothing short of rebellion against the will of God. It relies not on the so-called bloodline and talent of the nobility, nor on the wisdom and knowledge of those half-baked sorcerers, but on determination."

"The determination to do whatever it takes, no matter the cost."

His tone suddenly became cheerful: "You think I'm not worthy? How did you pass that selection trial?"

Those few words made Lyanna feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and she froze in place.

But the old man sneered.

"Don't worry, I'm praising you."

"I only need one apprentice. Even if some of you survive, I will clean up the extra ones."

"That trial is not something you little brats can handle safely, unless..."

Unless we unite and fight bravely, there is only a glimmer of hope.

The old man's whisper brought Lyanna's thoughts back to that night ten years ago.

Boys and girls under ten years old were thrown into a dark forest filled with ogres without any supplies.

Since it was a trial, there was bound to be competition. However, after realizing their slim chance of survival, everyone spontaneously united.

But Lyanna saw through Ike's true intentions.

Perhaps other children realized what Ike wanted to do, but only Lyanna took action.

When being overtaken by monsters, they suggested abandoning the wounded. When crossing the swamp, they abandoned the trapped people. Under the pretext of being justified, they discarded those who had lost their usefulness one by one.

In the end, only Lyanna and another girl were left. When they reached the end of the trial, the mountain, the rope was about to break. The child grabbed her hand hopefully, but Lyanna ruthlessly let go of her hand.

Incredibly, she remained calm from beginning to end, making the cruelest yet most rational decision.

If you want to survive, you have to make use of everything you can.

"Unless someone betrays them." Lyanna closed her eyes heavily and gritted her teeth, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth that almost made her nauseous.

"That's right, that's your nature!" The old man laughed out loud, his voice rising.

"This is what I admire about you! To achieve your goals, you can use everything around you, and then decisively abandon it when necessary! This is an indispensable trait for a black magician!"

"I still remember that you were only ten years old at that time. When other children were united and helping each other, working together to make progress, you were the only one who coldly abandoned them one by one. How beautiful you were back then!"

"but......"

The old man changed the subject, and when he looked at Lyanna again, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"But now you are so weak, ugly, and like an incompetent waste!"

"You just said you wanted to 'join forces' with the Blood of the False King?!"

"I..." Lyanna paused slightly in her defense, and for a moment she didn't know how to defend herself.

Or, don't want to defend yourself?

But no matter what, this angered the black magician in front of him.

The old man snapped his fingers, and a dark supernatural wave condensed and took shape, pinching Lyanna's neck like a tentacle and hanging her up.

The pain of suffocation immediately made the girl's face turn pale.

"Remember this, you are using him. When the blood of the false king is no longer of any use, throw it away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the tentacle high up, throwing Lyanna out and landing heavily on the ground, causing her to groan.

Lyanna raised her head, took a deep breath, and looked coldly at the dark, old and terrifying figure in the distance before she exhaled deeply.

"Yes."

What an eyesore.

Throw it away if it has no use - one day, that will be your fate.

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On the appointed day, Roy came to the south area of ​​the Citadel to meet Lyanna.

The academy city is divided into four districts: east, west, south and north. The north district is the most prosperous commercial district. Adventurer's tavern, embassies of various countries, and all kinds of delicious food and fun things are there. It is also the place most frequently visited by college students.

But the South District they came to this time was a place that students avoided as much as possible.

Because this is a red-light district.

This place is a mixed bag of people, including thieves, killers, wanted criminals, and all kinds of unreputable people. But it is also the only place where one can avoid the supervision of the Magician Society and conduct some illegal transactions.

Coming to a place like this, it was naturally inconvenient for Roy to show his face, so he simply changed into the outfit of [Sword Ghost].

He quickly found Lyanna's men and, under their guidance, came to a room above a tavern.

As soon as I entered the room, the beautiful figure inside turned around and gave me a faint smile.

Chapter 69: Bad Taste

The dim candlelight outlines a graceful figure.

Lyanna wore a robe, a hood, and a black, intricately decorated sleeveless skirt, which made her already curvy figure even more graceful, and generously revealed her neck, arms, and a large area of ​​white skin under the skirt - if this was true, it was too revealing.

But Lyanna was wearing a black necklace, rune-decorated wrist cuffs, and a pair of black fishnet stockings. Although her fair skin was concealed, it gave off a sense of both wanting to hide and being shy, like a beauty hiding behind a veil, which was even more provocative.

Under the hood, the familiar face was slightly covered by a black veil, and the usually smooth long brown hair was deliberately combed into curls, losing the dignified manner that people dared not offend, and gaining an irresistible charm.

If Lyanna wanted to stay in the South District, she naturally could not come as a student. Roy had anticipated this.

As one of the seven most wanted criminals, the identity of Snake-Eyed Witch can be said to be suitable for the South District.

But when he really saw the witch, Roy couldn't help but be slightly distracted.

If he hadn't known Lyanna's identity long ago, he might not have recognized that the Snake-Eyed Witch and the Student Council President were the same person.

"This outfit suits you quite well." Roy complimented her.

Lyanna winked slyly. "Which do you prefer, now or always?"

Mysterious and charming or dignified and elegant, this is really a difficult choice.

Roy replied calmly, "To each his own."

"How greedy." Lyanna couldn't help laughing when she heard it. She walked up to Roy and looked at his clothes with impudent eyes while saying frivolously, "You're not surprised at all. Come to think of it, I'm a little curious about how you found out my identity."

"I have my own way. But don't you already know my identity?"

"Not really. I guessed that you were related to the Sword Demon, but I didn't expect that you were the Sword Demon himself." Lyanna raised her eyebrows.

With their cooperation reaching this point, Roy didn't mind if the Sword Ghost's identity became known. Even if Lyanna wanted to use this as an excuse to cause trouble, the worst that could happen was to abolish this identity and replace it with a new one.

"Let me guess, this identity is prepared for the purpose of seducing that elf?"

"No comment." Roy said speechlessly.

"As an adventurer, you're too cold."

Lyanna complained, but suddenly stepped forward and boldly raised her fingertips to lift Roy's chin.

"Mr. Sword Ghost, can I hire you for a job? As for the reward, I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

Perhaps because of the hood and veil, the playful look in those slightly narrowed purple eyes was even more obvious.

Roy felt extremely ashamed after hearing this, and was glad that he was not short of money. He thought to himself, "You dare to touch me now? If I really work for you, who knows what you will dare to do!"

"No thanks, I don't accept commissions."

Roy gently pushed Lyanna's hand away, causing her to grumble, "What a shame."

"You two, it's almost time." A reminder came from the black magician outside the house.

The greetings ended here and the two set off immediately.

Led by Lyanna, they twisted and turned in the dark alleys, passed through several illusion circles, and finally arrived at an underground tavern.

Standing at the entrance of the tavern was a tall, bald man, emitting the extraordinary aura of a Sequence 9.

You know, even many minor nobles might not have extraordinary people as their guards. Roy didn't believe that this underground auction had no powerful force behind it.

Just as he was about to enter the house, the guard at the door glared at him fiercely and said rudely, "Identity!"

He glanced at Lyanna's thighs in fishnet stockings, the black and white contrast, with a malicious look, and was eager to make a move.

It wasn't until Lyanna took out a magic crystal card that Roy had never seen before that the guard was startled. His attitude suddenly became respectful and he quickly retracted his rude gaze.

But just as Roy was about to follow her in, the guard glared at him again: "Miss, you are not allowed to bring guards to the auction!"

Roy was silent.

It's really inappropriate to cause trouble before even entering the scene.

Lyanna is a frequent visitor here, and she should be the one to handle this kind of situation.

Unexpectedly, Lyanna grabbed his arm.

The familiar scent of gentian and coffee drifted in. Roy felt a little uneasy at the gentle touch, and subconsciously wanted to push away, but to deal with the guard, he could only silently endure this overly intimate distance.

Lyanna almost rested her head in Roy's arms. "He's not my guard."

"This..." The strong man scratched his head and said, "Even if you are a partner, you must have a VIP card."

Lyanna couldn't help but sigh when she heard this.

"Call your boss out."

The strong man entered the house.

After a while, a middle-aged waiter in luxurious clothes came out with a burly doorman.

The waiter smiled broadly as soon as he saw her: "Sorry, Miss Witch, I'm new here and don't know the rules. Please forgive me if I've offended you."

"It's just that your partner..." He glanced at Roy and said thoughtfully, "You know, even a partner needs to be certified by the auction. Even if you don't have a membership card, you still need to show the corresponding identity."

Roy understood now.

Sure enough, how could they really allow prohibited supernatural items to circulate freely under the eyes of the Academy? Even if it was just a formality, they had to confirm the identity of the visitor as much as possible so that they could track him down later.

Rather than being a lawless black market, it is more like a gray market that magicians have learned to turn a blind eye to.

The downside is that it's not as free and casual as a real black market. Even your identity is subject to certain supervision. In other words, if you don't have a similar identity, you are not even eligible to participate in the auction.

But the good thing is that, since the auction is managed by the Magician Society, the quality of the auction items here is relatively guaranteed, compared to the black market where the auction items are of varying quality. I'm afraid that magicians, even royal nobles, will come here to buy rare and precious treasures that are not worthy of being sold on the market.

Roy silently took out his adventurer ID card.

The waiter took the ID card, glanced at it briefly, his brow trembling slightly, and his attitude became more respectful. He handed the ID card back with both hands: "Welcome, Mr. Sword Ghost."

"You two, please come in."

The strong man beside him also quickly lowered his head, fearing further offense.

Just as she was about to enter the underground tavern, Lyanna pretended to glance at the burly man casually.