Life in a different world begins with hidden strength

Chapter 172 The potential of magic patterns

The supplies carriage with the Langton family's coat of arms printed on the outer wall of the carriage slowly drove out of the city.

Every morning around nine o'clock, rain or shine.

Although Dawn Manor is remote, it is not a secret place. You can always get a lot of useful information by paying a little effort to inquire.

Feiyun slowly followed the carriage, carefully keeping a hundred meters away.

The trustee found the organization that sold information, and for only two silvers, he got the location of Master Mi Jiaan's current residence.

It is said that Apan is the steward of the manor.

Many people have seen with their own eyes the black and white bears leisurely sunbathing on the deck chairs at the door.

Feiyun clenched his fists uncontrollably.

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have taken so much trouble...

The people in charge now are the head maid Lanlan and Aquila.

Taking the initiative to approach was definitely a bad idea. Feiyun realized that Mi Jiaan's spiritual level was far above his own, otherwise it would be difficult to influence spellcasters at the same level with illusions alone.

A whole week passed.

People generally call it the evil moon. All major sects, whether good or evil, will hold the largest sacrifice of the year in April.

In order to avoid being deceived by the illusion, I deliberately found the decoration workers who were coming in and out and asked about the owner and the housekeeper.

"He shouldn't have run away..." Feiyun thought of the worst outcome and frowned slowly.

However, she cast the eagle eye spell on herself!
Zoom in!

As a result, beings from other planes can come to the world at a lower cost, making it easier to complete communication and transactions...

After Feiyun finished eating the food in his hand, he had no choice but to return. Continue the next day…

A day, from the time the sun rises to the time it sets.

If the original intensity was around a thousand, then the intensity during the Evil Moon might be only six or seven hundred.

The mansion was a peaceful scene, and the women had genuine smiles on their faces.

Pandaren's eyesight is generally not very good, and distant objects are blurred.

April is a special month every year.

Feiyun entered the invisible state and observed from a distance.

Feiyun waited quietly, and good hunters always have enough patience.

From the academic point of view, the biggest special feature of April is the weakening of the plane space barrier.

Not only was Apan not seen, even Mi Jiaan was not seen...

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the door of the white mansion. People got off the bus and started carrying fruits, vegetables, daily necessities and other supplies.

However, key figures were absent.

It's true that no one has seen either of them lately.

Today, the evil month has ended for a full week.

On the surface everything is calm and nothing happens.

The situation behind the scenes has become extremely critical.

For the first time in a thousand years, the space barrier has reached its lowest value!
The number five hundred and sixty-four was shining brightly on the measuring instrument inside the Wangdu Mage Tower.

After the Evil Month, not only did the space barrier not recover, but it was further reduced.

"Do you know what it means?"

"Similar situations have happened before in the Dark Ages..." "The timing of the arrival of the God-man will never be calm..."

The Stars Council is the real decision-making body of human nations, and its members are required to have at least the strength of the Holy Realm. Many people are famous in history. There are even some who have broken the lifespan limit and become existences above the level of the Holy Realm.

Merlin, the dean of Violet Academy, appeared at the round table: "Let's see, don't be too nervous, just let everything take its course. I am going to officially pass on the position of dean..."

"Is your heir the princess of the royal family, Your Highness Sylvia?" Pound, the president of the Mage Association, asked.

Merlin held the crutch: "Her strength and identity are more suitable."

"Inheriting the position of principal of Violet College requires you to undergo a test as usual." On the side, the shotalike congressman clenched his fist and cleared his throat.

"You make arrangements." Merlin nodded to himself.

Inner city, Huaishi Fengqing Street, No. 69.

Sylvia's usual residence is a chic small villa.

It covers an area of ​​less than 200 square meters and comes with a small yard of 60 to 70 square meters.

A hollow black iron fence about two meters high forms a circle around it.

There are basically no people coming and going, except for a few maids who are responsible for taking care of the princess's daily life.

The dark carriage stopped in front of the door.

The coachman watched the three people get out of the car and enter the mansion, shake the reins and drive away.

There is no extra parking space here, and it is usually parked in a parking lot two kilometers away.

Sylvia gently pushed open the iron door, and there was a slight grinding sound of metal.

The three of them walked along the cobblestone path towards the gate of the mansion.

Mi Jia'an looked around and spoke highly of the greening layout in the courtyard.

Neatly manicured lawns, low shrubs, colorful flowers, and clear water flowing in the ditch.

Perhaps it is precisely because it is small that it is exquisite.

Not only the interior of the mansion, but also the streets outside are very atmospheric. Rows of lush trees block the midday sun, giving you a sense of coolness.

Mijan followed Sylvia's example and wiped the dust from her shoes on the floor mat at the door.

"You're welcome, just treat it like your own home. If you want to come, I'll welcome you anytime." Sylvia informed the Dragon Maid in front of her.

Mi Jia'an was indeed not polite, and sat down on the leather sofa without hesitation.

Sylvia sat close to the side and moved her body closer: "What do you want to drink?"

"Whatever!" Mi Jia'an felt the warmth of the skin around him and smelled the unique aroma with the tip of his nose.

"Daniel, prepare some fruit salad." Sylvia ordered.

"Okay, Your Highness." The dragon maid responded respectfully.

After the footsteps went away, Sylvia smiled meaningfully: "Do you remember how many times we met?"

"About a dozen times..." Mijia Ontario estimated: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Including the next one today, it is the eleventh time. The magic patterns generated in the first ten times can store a total of 23,000 degrees of magic..." Sylvia raised her legs naturally, wearing navy blue lace. The perfect and graceful curves of the legs can be vaguely seen in the hem of the skirt, and the skin is flawless ivory white: "I must admit that I had far underestimated the potential of the magic pattern before."

"What kind of inscription do you want to put on your body?" Mi Jia'an started the topic.

"You haven't thought about it yet? For women, fixing youthful appearance must be the first priority. I want more." Sivia took the initiative to grab Mi Jia'an's hand and put it into her collar: "Magic Pattern What is the maximum capacity?”

Mi Jia'an was a little absent-minded and pondered slightly: "It's not certain yet. The magic pattern can be moved through transformation, making room on the skin and attached to the inside of the bones. The one on Yin Fei's body is probably close to 200,000 degrees."

"Do you know how exaggerated it is? Two hundred thousand degrees of magic power is released through the physical and magic models, which is enough to destroy a large city in an instant!"

(End of this chapter)