Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

"You're really stubborn."

Toby drew his sword and planned to rush forward and kill Ron.

But the magician standing next to him suddenly said, "Toby, something is wrong. There is something wrong with the scroll in this kid's hand. I feel a strong threat. The scroll in his hand may be a sixth-level magic scroll."

Toby was stunned when he heard this: "How is it possible? Hasn't the preparation process of the sixth-level magic scroll been lost for thousands of years? Besides, Ron is only a third-level, how can he use a sixth-level scroll?"

Forcibly using a scroll that is far beyond one's own level will only result in mental breakdown and death. Isn't it courting death for Ron to touch a sixth-level scroll with the power of a third-level?

Could it be that he wanted to die together with them?

Toby shuddered when he saw the smile on Ron's lips, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

He didn't know why there was such a thing as a sixth-level scroll, and he didn't understand why Ron could use a sixth-level scroll.

But every cell in his body was telling him to run, and an unspeakable fear was eroding his soul.

He met Ron's gaze and saw in it a madness like a world-destroying flood.

"Crazy! What a crazy person!"

Toby took several steps back and hid behind the magician. He pushed the latter's shoulder and said, "Don't hold back, use magic to kill him immediately!"

Magician: "......"

Brother, you are a fifth-level swordsman, what you should do is just rush up and kill Ron!

He sighed helplessly. Never mind. Being afraid of death has always been a tradition among the nobles. He has gotten used to it.

The magician took out his staff and constructed a magic circle as quickly as possible. Theoretically, his speed would be faster than Ron's. After all, he relied on himself while Ron relied on scrolls, and the activation time of scrolls was usually longer.

At the same time, the magicians who were blocking Ron's retreat were also accumulating magic power. In two seconds, their magic would fall on Ron at the same time and blast him into pieces.

As for what Toby is doing?

Toby is preparing to escape.

I have to say his intuition was very accurate, but it was useless. Ron said he would kill him today and no one could stop him.

Seeing that Toby, the swordsman, did not dare to rush forward, Ron put away the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and the next second he put away the precious sixth-level scroll.

This sixth-order scroll was given to him by the eldest princess. As a rare monster that only appears once in a thousand years, Chris reproduced the manufacturing process of the sixth-order scroll.

Adhering to the idea of ​​not wasting good things on beasts, he had no intention of using the scroll.

In the eyes of Toby and others, this scene seemed like Ron was in a daze waiting to die.

Toby's frown deepened.

Ron is still laughing!

This madman is still laughing!

Toby felt his scalp tingling and his back chilled. Unable to withstand the pressure, he planned to retreat further.

At this moment, the magician standing next to him suddenly laughed strangely: "Hehehe..."

"What the hell are you laughing at? Blast him, use your magic to kill Ron!" Toby, who was filled with fear, couldn't help but roar.

"Crack!"

The magician's head suddenly turned ninety degrees, and a strange smile spread across his face.

"Devils! They are all devils!"

Toby was scared to death. In his eyes, the magician's eyes were empty, like a puppet being manipulated.

Is this a human being?

This is not a human being at all!

He wanted to run away, but the latter grabbed his shoulders tightly, and then a huge blue fireball engulfed the two of them.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The explosions sounded twice, and Ron left the fear to Toby as he handed the butcher knife to the two wizards.

He doesn't kill people, but Toby dies because of him.

Chapter 42: Hide First

"Oh!"

Byron, who was lying on the worn-out bed, heard a loud explosion.

"Is Ron dead?"

He turned and asked the guard beside him.

The guard replied, "Master Byron, judging from the noise just now, it must be the Earl's wizard friend who took action. But Ron should not be dead, because the Earl wants to capture him alive."

Byron muttered uneasily in his heart: "But I think the dead Ron is the good Ron. I don't know why I feel that this operation will fail."

"It will be successful, Master."

"hope so."

......

"Oh!"

Memphis and Bella, who were far away in the villa, also heard the explosion.

Memphis, who was standing in the front yard, looked in the direction of the explosion: "Ron said he won't be back tonight?"

Bella held a watermelon and ate it comfortably: "Yes."

Memphis looked towards the door again: "Do you think he will be in danger?"

Bella narrowed her eyes: "No."

Memphis: "What are you guys hiding from me?"

Bella: “I don’t know.”

Memphis: “…”

There was no communication at all, this guy Bella didn't tell her anything.

Ron has changed a lot in the past few days. He has become busier and more mean. He didn't dare to be frivolous before.

But what makes Memphis most uncomfortable is that he has more secrets.

Three days ago, she might not have been interested, but now she couldn't forget Ron.

When she thought of the intimate contact when taking off the pantyhose, she couldn't help blushing and her heart beating fast.

'Will he think I'm mean?'

Memphis is struggling with this, and it's not right to refuse, nor is it right to acquiesce.

If we are allowed to cede one city today, we may cede ten cities tomorrow. If the situation continues to develop, we will have to take up our weapons and mount our horses to engage in a head-on battle.

Memphis sighed deeply. As an emotional novice, she couldn't think of an answer.

She suddenly envied Bella. At least she wouldn't be bothered by this.

......

Later, Princess Chris brought Cynthia to the explosion site.

Cynthia looked at the ruins beside the streets and alleys and analyzed: "I feel the remnants of fifth-level magic. There are two people who made the move and they are both fifth-level magicians. Their strength is still at an average level.

There is no fluctuation of higher-level magic here. It seems that Ron did not use the scroll you gave him. So how did he escape?"

Chris pointed at the remains on the ground and said, "I'm confused too. There are three bodies here, and they were all blown into pieces by magic, as if... they were killed by their own magic.

It's very strange, it doesn't make sense, it's not easy for a magician to blow himself up, not to mention that a fifth-level magician has a strong control over details."

She suddenly remembered what Ron did to her. Could it be that he used the same method?

A flash of enlightenment came into Chris's mind, but she couldn't tell Cynthia about it.

"Just looking at the results, Ron not only escaped from Earl Toby's siege, but also killed them all, and the whole process took no more than a minute."

Cynthia's eyes were filled with amazement: "It's really unbelievable, he is much better than I thought, it seems that Ivna has a good eye. Chris, I warn you not to think about turning him into your man, otherwise I will break up with you!"

Princess Chris nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, I will only treat him as a high-quality partner. Should I be satisfied with this?"

"That's more like it. Now that Ron's safety issue has been resolved, it's time for me to go back."

Cynthia stood in the ruins and stretched, her straight curves were extremely seductive.

"Don't you want to play a little longer? The party isn't over yet." Chris asked.

Cynthia showed a look of disgust when she heard this: "Forget it, I have no interest in the ball. I feel sick when I see those noble young masters who are so pretentious. Without saying too much, I would approve of him if he could be half as good as Ron."

She pointed at the remains of the corpse on the ground and said, "I don't think anyone of my age would be able to escape unscathed from the siege of three level fives. He really gave me a surprise today. Next time I see him, I will definitely ask him how he did it."

"He's really good."

Chris' eyes sparkled, she was already looking forward to meeting tomorrow.

Although Ron was several years younger than her, the feeling he gave her was no less than that.

Being courageous, daring, and powerful is in line with her interests... He has so many advantages that she is determined to dig into Ivna's corner.

Sorry Cynthia, I have reasons why I have to do this.

Chris smiled gently, but there was a hint of tiredness in her smile.

"It's almost time. Yvonne is still waiting for me at home. She said she would exchange clothes with me tonight."

Cynthia turned her back to Chris and waved, "Goodbye."

Chris: “Goodbye.”

Twenty minutes later, Cynthia returned to Yvonne’s residence.

"Yivna? Yivna, are you there?"

She searched the first floor but couldn't find Yvonne, so she went to the second floor and walked into Yvonne's bedroom.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the bedroom, she heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. It seemed that Yvna was taking a bath in the bathtub.

Cynthia, who was feeling a little tired, looked happy. She ran to the translucent glass door that let in light and knocked on it, saying, “Yivna, are you taking a shower in there? Can you let your aunt come in and take a shower too?”

She didn't think much about it, she just wanted Yvna to rub her back and massage her shoulders.

I argued with Chris for a long time today and she was indeed tired.

"Wow!"

First there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Then Yvna said anxiously: “Don’t! Don’t come in!”

Cynthia was stunned after being rejected: "What's wrong? Are you starting to hate me?"

Yvna: "I'm not, I didn't, I just... Oh, aunt, just wait for me for a while, I can't see you now."

Cynthia put her ear to the door and said, "You seem strange today. Did something happen to you? Tell your aunt that if someone bullies you, I will help you deal with him."

Ivna, who was sitting in Ron's arms in the bathtub, blushed and said, "Wait for me for a while, it will be fine in a while."

She never expected that her aunt would come back early. Now she was doomed and both she and Ron were trapped in the bathroom.

She thought the process of fulfilling the bet would go smoothly, but the appearance of her aunt disrupted all her plans.

Yvonne didn't dare to let Ron in this state meet his aunt, otherwise who knows whether the latter would attack his aunt.

"Wow!"

Yvonne hurriedly closed her long legs, turned her head and said to Ron, "Stop making trouble, or we will be discovered by our aunt."

Ron: "It's okay, I don't mind adding extra food. I'm very interested in your aunt. Her voice sounds familiar, like a senior.

But it's up to you to perform from now on. If you're exposed, it's none of my business."

Although his words were meant as a joke, Yvna believed it.

"Hmm~"