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Ophelia reached out to stop him.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"Why don't you reply to Mash's message now?"

"..."

Ian looked at the magician in front of him, seeming a little speechless.

"Miss Ophelia, would you please think again about what you are saying now?"

"Do you think now is the time to reply?"

"..."

Of course Ophelia understood what Ian meant.

She turned her face away.

"Please reply to Mashu's message first."

"She doesn't have the same relationship as you and I... She would be very sad if she actively looked for you but got no response at all."

"..."

Ian looked at Ophelia in front of him, sneered, and then gently stroked her long hair.

"I noticed that you seem to care about Mashu a lot."

"Even more than I do."

"Didn't I say that?" Ophelia responded in a low voice.

"I feel sorry for her...especially since she fell in love with a scumbag like you."

"Oh--?"

Ian tilted Ophelia's chin.

"How about I go back and accompany her now?"

"This will not only clear me of the scumbag charge in your place, but will also make Mashu happy."

As he spoke, the man really looked like he wanted to leave.

"no!"

"You can't do this!"

Ophelia took Ian's other hand.

"At least first..."

The ashamed magician was too embarrassed to say the second half of the sentence.

Just now, she had taken the initiative to ask the other party C to do her best.

"Look."

Ian patted Ophelia's cheek.

"There's really no difference between you and me."

"It's just that I don't want to hide this, and you still want to find some excuses to excuse yourself."

"but--"

There was something in Ian's eyes that was hard to fathom.

"You are indeed right this time."

"I really shouldn't have left Mashu alone like this, and I shouldn't have gone against what I just promised you."

"so--"

The man's fingers were pressing on the screen.

Soon, a new message alert sounded.

After confirming the above content, Ian handed the phone to Ophelia.

"It's your turn to perform."

"Is it my turn to perform?"

The magician took the phone in confusion.

The word "OK" that Mashu just replied to was displayed on the screen.

The word "good" replied...

Ophelia looked up, and then her cheeks turned red at an unimaginable speed.

"you!"

"Are you going to teach her this weird stuff now?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I didn't teach you that."

"If you didn't teach me, why would you send it..."

Halfway through her words, Ophelia suddenly understood.

The only way for Ian to contact Matthew at this moment is the mobile phone in his hand.

And now...

It's in your hands!

"You don't want me to use your identity to teach her to do this kind of thing, do you?"

"Yeah." Ian smiled and touched Ophelia's head, "You are indeed a magician, so smart."

"Yes."

"If you use my identity to do things, you don't have to worry about your reputation being affected, right? You can teach me whatever you want."

“In this case… it wouldn’t count as leaving Mashu out in the cold, right?”

"no!"

"Huh?" Ian covered Ophelia's mouth.

"I didn't say you could bargain."

Before the magician could say a word, the man held her whole body in his arms.

The back garden of the clock tower welcomed the familiar visitor in silence.

The back of the magician's left hand overlapped with the man's palm, and then he was slowly led to the garden in front.

"My Ophelia, please teach Mashu well with your ability as an excellent student."

"Please let her know that there are some magic tricks she can do on her own."

"..."

Ophelia's hands were shaking.

The man did not force her, and even spoke in a euphemism way.

But she knew she really only had one choice.

I could only do it honestly.

From this moment on, the magic of one person blossomed between Ophelia's fingers.

The magician's magic chanting echoed in Room 016, playing a nightingale-like song for the visitors to the garden.

The magician knew that if he wanted all this to end, he had to complete what he was told to do.

Ophelia breathed hot breath one after another.

Relying on her willpower that was barely able to break free from this magic, she sent guidance in this regard to Mashu in the identity of Ian.

"Mashu, do as I say..."

Ten minutes later.

Looking at the message from Mashu on the screen, Ophelia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Mashu]: Senior... I did it.

【Mashu】：picture.jpg

Shy words and a photo of the successful magic trick under the quilt that could never be seen by anyone other than "Ian".

Ophelia knew that she had finally completed her mission.

With shaking hands, she handed the results of her magic teaching to Ian.

"Hmm... Well done."

“It’s not as hard as you thought, is it?”

When Ophelia was about to retort, Ian didn't intend to leave her any chance.

The magician recalled that he had seen the legend of Britannia when he was still studying in the Clock Tower.

The knights would ride their war horses and gallop across the vast grassland.

And now—she found that she could experience the feeling of participating in the war as a horse.

next moment.

Ophelia's eyes widened.

she was--

Feeling the feeling of galloping on the prairie.

The story goes from spring to winter and ends with the worms in the garden no longer swarming.

The river flows out from the depths of the snow-capped mountains and echoes in the garden. It is the most beautiful sight in winter.

When Ophelia was thinking this, she found that her journey was not over yet.

The back garden, which was covered with snow, returned to silence, and the front garden, which was still spring, welcomed the same visitor.

She turned around and looked at Ian in shock.

"you……"

Ian smiled.

"Miss Ophelia, if you don't plant something after cultivating the land for so long, you will have a poor harvest in the future."

"Besides -"

"Magic or something like that, surely it would be safer if it were tested multiple times, right?"

after a while.

Ophelia lay on the table, looking at the white ceiling of the room, thinking of many things.

Flowers, trees, sky, breeze;

clouds, sun, rainbow, ocean;

Beach, forest, stones, gravel.

"Why, you're not talking anymore?" Ian's voice sounded, "Do you think you're broken?"

"..."

"This is the first time we've been in two places!" Ophelia protested. "If it were you, would you be able to bear it?"

"Too."

Click.

Ian took a picture of Ophelia on the table.

"What are you doing!"

The magician reacted quickly.