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

Roy let out the heat in his chest and said depressedly, "Senior, at least I have a girlfriend...!"

A slender fingertip blocked his lips.

"Anyway, the cooperation is about to end, and I won't bother you again in the future."

"If you don't tell me about what happened today, and I don't tell you, who would know?"

"Just think of it as a one-night indulgence—"

Belong to me.

Lyanna unbuttoned her chest with a slight tremor.

However, at this moment, the young man reached out and pressed her chest to stop her action.

Even the usually calm witch couldn't help but lose focus slightly, her nerves tense with nervousness.

But what greeted her was not rough, tough and unreasonable trampling, but a gentle push.

"Senior, let's stop joking here."

Roy gently pushed the girl away, straightened his clothes, got out of bed, and looked out the window.

"It's getting late, and there are people waiting for me to go back."

Chapter 86 is not over yet

Looking at the boy's back, Lyanna pulled her clothes tighter again and bit her lips unwillingly.

I thought that this time, I could get a little closer to him.

Sure enough, in his heart, he was still a bad guy who was not trustworthy.

"The cooperation has concluded successfully. It's time for me to quit the student union."

Lyanna clutched her clothes tightly and tried to crack a joke like she usually did, but something stuck in her throat and she couldn't say anything.

Is it really over like this?

"But, having said that, if you need anything in the future, remember to contact me. Ah, and please write more normally next time. You really gave me a hard time last time."

"Ugh?"

"What are you saying? Are you listening to me?" Roy couldn't help but turn around and complain.

"Our cooperation has obviously ended, so why should we keep in touch?" Lyanna was a little dazed.

Roy's mouth twitched when he heard this: "You're too heartless, aren't you? Do you really treat me as a tool?!"

"Even if our partnership ends, we're still senior and junior, right? It's normal for us to look after each other if anything happens in the future, right?!"

Hearing this, Lyanna finally raised her head again and smiled.

In the dim night, the girl seemed to be relieved. Her innocent and beautiful expression was more dazzling than the bright moon and gems, and even more dazzling than the deliberate contact and teasing just now, making Roy's heart beat faster.

"What's the matter? Are you reluctant to leave Senior?"

"Who can't bear to leave you?! Let's go!"

Roy rolled his eyes, quickly put on his shoes, and left in a hurry.

In the room where only one person was left, the brown-haired girl lay back on the bed, turned over, sniffed the remaining scent that belonged to him, closed her eyes, and smiled foolishly.

It turns out that things between them are not over yet.

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In the northern part of the city, there is a hidden and secluded alley that even drunkards and thieves don’t know where it is.

The Red Mage Malfoy walked through the alley and went straight forward. Under the broken moonlight, he passed through a corner that should have been a dead end, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

This is the world of magicians.

There are thick and twisted willow trees, flocks of owls, boilers emitting colorful steam, and in the middle stands a coffee shop painted in strange colors. Outside the coffee shop are tables and chairs made of pumpkins and tree stumps, where magicians in colorful robes chat.

This is the base of the magicians, the Mage's House.

Compared to the Magician's Society, which is open to all magicians and is as noisy as a market, this is the place where elite magicians communicate, chat, and share information and resources.

However, the great wizard Malfoy was not as relaxed as usual.

He glanced around and found that there were a lot more people here than usual, but there were no colleagues in purple robes. He frowned immediately.

The wizards were also not calm. They glanced at Malfoy and talked in low voices.

"Even Red Star, who specializes in dealing with cultists, has come. It seems the rumors are true."

"Tsk, is there really a traitor in the Purple Demon School? Colluding with the cultists, are these guys crazy?"

"Look at it from a bright side, we've finally caught the traitor. Now I just don't know how many purple mages are involved..."

Malfoy unceremoniously sat down among the people who were discussing and asked coldly, "Where's Jon Snow?"

Several people were stunned.

One of the magicians, dressed in a blue robe, said cautiously, "Lord Ice Rose has been sent by the Empire to investigate the movements of the Evil Dragon Society. He won't be back for at least a few more months."

"Hmph, the Empire is still as incompetent as ever, and can only exploit her talents." Malfoy snorted in dissatisfaction.

Everyone looked at each other and did not agree.

Even among the great magicians of Sequence 6, no one dared to discuss the seven major forces of Viszea as casually as Malfoy did. What's more, they were only Sequence 7, which was just enough to qualify for the gathering of the House of Mages.

"Lord Chixing, can you tell me, is the underground auction a few days ago true? Is the Purple Demon School really colluding with the cultists?" one of them asked curiously.

I don't know how many ears were secretly perked up, hoping to hear first-hand information about the cultists from this red magician.

The Red Mage couldn't help but sit up a little straighter and raised his head arrogantly.

"It's true."

"However, the big figures involved in this are far more complicated than you can imagine..."

"Please tell me more about it!"

"It's my duty, so I can't reveal too much, but..."

Just as everyone was listening attentively, a huge magic projection suddenly lit up in the sky, successfully diverting their attention.

Malfoy's eyebrows twitched, and he cursed inwardly that the projection came at an inopportune time, interrupting an opportunity to satisfy his vanity.

But he had no choice but to be patient and keep his mouth shut.

Because the several blurry figures that lit up on the projection symbolized direct orders from the Seven Color School Council, which any magician had to obey.

But just as he expected, the purple figure was gone.

The magicians who noticed this were immediately in an uproar.

A vicissitudes of life voice echoed.

"I believe you have all heard about the underground auction."

"The good news is that we've finally caught the traitor. The traitor who has been harboring the cult, colluding with them, and directly or indirectly assisting the cultists in committing crimes including the [Blue Trial Terrorist Attack] and the [Blue Moon Theater Terrorist Attack], is hiding in the Purple Demon School!"

There was no commotion, just some sighs.

The matter between the Purple Demon School and the cultists was no secret. Rather, now that it was confirmed and the true identity of the traitor was known, everyone felt relieved.

However, Malfoy and a few mid-level transcendents who knew the inside story still maintained a solemn expression.

"But I have some bad news."

"The magicians colluding with the cultists are not limited to the [Ghost Hand] Rocks who was arrested that day."

"We've followed the clues and discovered that there are far more than just one or two people with corrupted hearts and minds. The reason so many Purple Mages have fallen is because the very foundation of the school is already corrupt!"

Hearing this, the magicians were stunned. They had already guessed who the big shot who was sheltering the cultists was.

"The leader of the Purple Demons, Dia Cassandra, and the Cassandra family, who run the Purple Demon School, are suspected of colluding with the cult!"

"In the name of the Magicians' Society, I declare that from today onwards, the investigation into the Cassandra family's collusion with the cult officially begins!"

Every magician's face was filled with shock and anxiety.

Malfoy and other great wizards who already knew the truth were even more worried.

It's called an investigation, but regardless of whether they are colluding with a cult or not, how could the Purple Demon School just sit there and surrender?

In a kingdom, nobles might rise up in rebellion if the royal family offended them. And the internal system of the Magicians' Society was far more loose than that of the royal nobility.

In the past decade or so, there have been no large-scale conflicts or civil unrest among the seven major forces in Viszea.

The same is true for the Magicians' Association, which rules the magical kingdom.

However, starting today, the countdown to the peace of the academic city will officially begin.

At the same time, in the basement of the Black Magic School.

Along with a painful groan, a terrifying and twisted supernatural wave spread out, outlining nine huge and terrifying snake shadows full of violent aura.

Chapter 87: Shaken Awareness

There are three gates of hell on the road to transcendence.

The first was when taking the potion and formally activating the bloodline. If the bloodline failed to activate successfully, it would be a case of either progress or regression, with the body being counterattacked by the dissipated bloodline power.

The second is when one advances from Sequence 7 to Sequence 6, the intermediate stage.

The transition from low level to middle level is the sublimation and sharp change of life, just like completing hundreds of years of evolution of ordinary organisms in just a short moment. The burden on the body is self-evident.

Of course, it is not difficult for ordinary silver bloodlines to advance to the intermediate level as long as they have the assistance of extraordinary materials. It can even be said to be the easiest of the three ghost gates.

But Lyanna was different.

Even though she was in a bath of highly concentrated tranquilizing medicine, the blood in her body was still like a wild beast running rampant inside her, causing the girl to groan miserably in pain.

The originally fair and flawless skin surface was now slowly seeping out dirty black blood streaks, which was a horrible sight.

The promotion of a black magician is different from that of other extraordinary people, even the seven-color magicians.

The black magician not only upgrades the bloodline level, but also sublimates the bloodline itself.

Originally, [Dark Demon Snake] was only a silver-level bloodline, but Lyanna is now striving not only to reach Sequence 6, but also to climb to the gold-level bloodline and become a descendant of a mythical creature.

The stronger the bloodline power, the greater the risk of promotion, and the more likely it is to suffer a double backlash of the body and mind. This is especially true for black magicians who use demon relics as materials.

The power of the nine-headed Hydra is simply not something that mortals can withstand.

In just a dozen seconds, Lyanna had lost a lot of blood. Black snake scales appeared all over her body, and her purple eyes gradually became empty and overflowed with blood.

The promotion process will take at least several hours.

Outside the basement, just hearing the heart-wrenching screams was enough to make Claire feel horrible.

However, several expressionless female magicians stood in front of the door, warning her with cold eyes not to act rashly.

A few minutes later, there was suddenly no sign of life in the basement.

Claire's face turned pale immediately: "She can't hold on any longer, we have to go and save her quickly..."

"Save her, did you misunderstand something?"

A female magician said mercilessly: "Whether it's you, her, or us, the so-called black magicians are all tools of the teacher."

"A failed prop has no value, just throw it away."

"If she can't get out alive, there's no point in her existing."

In the darkness without sunlight, Lyanna's heartbeat and breathing really stopped. She lay in the dark medicinal bath, her eyes no longer lifeless, staring blankly into the void.

However, in a trance, her thoughts returned to the past.

It was an event that happened a long, long time ago, but it was also a nightmare that reappeared every night, and it was also her starting point.

The dark, moonless night was filled with constant cries, his father's cold body, his mother's trembling arms, and the devil in a tuxedo, smiling gently amidst a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

I should have died that night.

But at the critical moment, her mother used teleportation magic to give her a way to survive.

That night, she lost her father, her mother was controlled by the demon, and even the Cassandra family that should have belonged to her, and the Purple Demon School that belonged to her.

Except for her, no one knew what happened that day.