The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

"Did you set up this barrier? What is your purpose?"

Celia introduced herself first, thinking that this might reduce unnecessary disputes.

The voice blessed by magic could easily reach the other party's ears, but the other party seemed to turn a deaf ear and did not make any response.

He just took a step forward and walked towards Celil.

The latter's heart trembled.

Anyone would have a resistance to something with such a strange shape, let alone a noble lady like Celia.

Since the other party can't understand what we are saying, it means that he may not be a sapient creature.

Celia snorted coldly, and tried to cheer up with her red eyes from crying.

If you dare to disturb my private time, I will dig out your elemental crystal core and fuse it into my staff!

The engagement ring that Faro gave her sparkled brightly, and Celie injected magic power into it to activate the space spell engraved in it.

An ice-blue staff appeared in his hand.

Celil held the staff in one hand and tapped it lightly in the air. Magic power flowed, elements were mobilized, and ice spears appeared around her.

"This is my last warning."

"Stop your steps now."

The moth-headed man showed no signs of slowing down.

Then don’t blame me!

The ice spear shot out, aiming directly at the target.

The ice spear pierced into the man's body and came out from behind.

Celia's eyes widened in horror.

Not a drop of blood came out of the man's body. He was not made of flesh and blood at all, but a monster filled with moths!

It was hit by several ice spears and then steadied itself, as if nothing had happened, allowing the moths around it to fill in the holes made by the ice spears.

Celia was a little flustered.

The magic power became colder and colder, and the ice-blue elemental light condensed on the staff!

With a fierce swing, a circle of ice appeared, from which countless ice spikes emerged, shooting out like a torrential rain. In addition, ice spears, cold fog, and ice tornadoes were also summoned.

The spells with shining cold light, biting frost and indiscriminate bombardment will blow the target and the surrounding area into flying dust.

She didn't stop until she had put all the magic spells aside one by one according to the catalog in the third-level magic book.

When the dust settled, a large hole suddenly appeared on the path, and the land with a radius of ten meters was blown to pieces.

But Celia didn't see any trace of the man.

A negative energy came from behind her, and she turned around hastily, only to be hit in the face by a moth.

Celil is not a battle mage, so she does not have the ability to fight in close combat.

In panic, coupled with the disgust and fear of the insects, Celia, who was essentially a delicate lady, was in a state of panic.

One of them lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Alarm bells rang in her heart. No matter how dumb Celie was, she knew that the enemy might launch a sneak attack at this time.

But after standing up suddenly.

There was no man with a moth head, nor any endless tombstones. The sun was shining brightly, and the clock tower of Einburgh in the distance was clearly visible.

She returned to the scene when she had just arrived here and collapsed on the ground.

"Hey, little girl, are you okay?"

A gruff voice sounded, and Celia looked over and saw a burly figure rushing towards her, who seemed to be the gravekeeper of the cemetery.

Seeing that she was dressed elegantly, the gravekeeper became more respectful.

"Little girl, what are you doing here alone?"

"You didn't get hurt just now?"

Chapter 21: The Second Prince, Killing Intent

Celia is confused now.

I was clearly fighting that monster just now, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the same state as when I first arrived.

Looking at his hand again, there was no staff left. Even the posture of him lying on the ground was exactly the same as before!

The gravekeeper saw that she was at a loss, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

He asked with concern: "Where do you live, little girl? Do you need me to take you back?"

Celia quickly waved her hand to decline the gravekeeper's kindness.

Then she stood up, dusted off her dress, and walked towards the Earl's Palace.

But she didn't notice that a white moth flew out from the gravekeeper.

Then it flew up Celia's skirt and disappeared into the folds of white lace.

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Executive Residence.

In the training ground that usually belongs to Claire alone.

The sound of two wooden swords clashing against each other could be heard one after another.

Farrow dropped his knees, raised his wooden sword, and rushed towards Claire.

Claire casually used the scabbard to pick up the wooden sword.

Then he turned sideways, swung his backhand, and hit Farlow in the chest with the scabbard.

Farrow flew out a few meters.

Fortunately, when he fell to the ground, he protected his face, which saved him twenty years of hard work.

This round ended here, and he lasted a total of one minute and four seconds.

The executive officer looked at Farrow lying on the ground and said with a smile:

"How about taking a break?"

Farlow shook his head.

"I can hold on a little longer."

"Although I really like your cute expression of 'what just happened' when you fly out and get up again."

Claire said with a smile.

"But I have to admit that this kind of training is really inefficient."

From the very beginning, Claire never took the initiative to attack, and she gave Farrow enough space to play.

But Faro felt like he was fighting a monster.

Mingming used his spiritual power to increase his speed and attack speed, and swung with all his strength, hitting Claire's scabbard.

But her block was as firm as steel.

Still, he took the attack in an extremely relaxed posture, even with one hand.

So every game is a cycle where Faro draws his sword, is blocked, and is knocked away.

Seeing Claire making a sword flower with her scabbard so effortlessly, Faro couldn't help but sigh.

Is this the strength of a high-level transcendent?

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"Try to add your extraordinary power. The Deep Scholar should be able to enchant the weapon."

Faro's face looked a little ugly.

In fact, he had already enchanted the weapon with the power of purification.

The reason why the wooden sword has not collapsed for so long is because he has been replenishing energy for the wooden sword.

Just like charging, as long as the power of the enchanted and strengthened object is not allowed to reach zero, it will not break down.

As for other first-level abyssal magics...

How would Faro know that when he had never even attended magic school?

"Okay, let me try."

So the two started again.

Farrow got into position and charged as before.

But this time, he didn't rush to draw his sword.

The first thing that swept over was Claire's scabbard.

At this moment, the profound power strengthened Faro's whole body, allowing his eyesight to barely catch the trajectory of the scabbard.

Then he actually reached out to grab it.

Claire was shocked and tried to restrain herself.

Although it was just a wooden scabbard for training, she was a ninth-rank swordsman after all, and if it hit her hand, it would be no joke.

But it was too late. Before she could stop herself, Faro touched the scabbard.

The spirit surges and infuses the depths.

The scabbard disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Now it was Claire's turn to have a 'what just happened' expression on her face.

She looked surprised and asked:

"Is this a space spell?"

Faro dropped the wooden sword and shook his head hastily.

He was thinking whether he should tell Claire about this power.

If I don't tell her, she will probably mistakenly think that I really have mastered the secret of space, which will not be good for my own cultivation.

Faro thought.

Anyway, Claire already knew that she could absorb the power of the Purifying Abyss, so it shouldn't matter if I told her about the side effects of this enchanted power.

After listening to Faro's explanation, Claire almost cried out in surprise.

"This is impossible."

"Everything is governed by the law of conservation of mass. Even if magic dissipates, it will return to nature in its elemental form."

"I've never heard of a magic that can make objects disappear out of thin air, other than time, space, and arcane magic."

Time magic, space magic, and arcane magic are known as the authority of God, and are the three most noble types of magic.

Because spellcasting talent is extremely hard to find, not one mages out of a thousand has it.

Faro's expression was a little tense.

How can something as unscientific as magic obey the law of conservation of mass?

Is there also Lavoisier in another world?

"Have you ever tried to use this power on a living thing?" Claire asked.

Farrow thought for a moment.

"No, to be exact, it has never been used on animals."

"I tried it on the flowers and plants at home before, and found that they grew very lushly. Later, the aura dissipated, and they also collapsed in the same way."

Claire frowned.

She had dealt with quite a few wizards and had seen many strange and bizarre secret techniques, but none was as strange as Faro's.