The heat wave inside the house was the opposite of the cool night breeze outside. Melinzel saw the mage shouting the code of the magic wand, waving her arms in high spirits: "End it! End it! End it!"

The central location of the lounge was unknown when it became a platform above the ground. Two humanoid puppets of about two meters in height are wrestling like a wrestling. One of them is heavy and awkward, and the other looks smaller, but has the flexibility of a real person. The four legs poke like insects. Standing on the ground of the platform.

Next to the ring platform are two puppet divisions, who are constantly adjusting their spells at the same time as the control matrix in their hands.

On the left is a male mage who is about twenty years old. He is of thin build and looks cold. The other is Nafie, who is a lot taller. She has a relaxed expression and is pointing at the array floating in the air with one hand. In a cheering all around, "I'm welcome-"

With her control, the little puppet's arms suddenly stretched one section, and the enemy caught off guard and was caught on the spot by the chest and head-the same hand that "clicked" and twisted the other's neck ...

The triangle-shaped head fell to the ground, but the headless cricket was still struggling to attack, and Neff was not surprised. She glanced at the sweaty forehead: "Hidden the core elsewhere?"

Immediately afterwards, the puppet she controlled did not hesitate to lift the enemy up to the ground, then stepped on the active joint with four feet, and began to dismember one by one-the sound of "cracking" mixed with the excitement of the mage next to him Shouting, Nefi glanced at the broken pieces and yawned.

The mage crunched the array in his hand, but in the end he didn't say anything ruthless, and whispered: "I'm willing to lose, I lost, and I give you something."

He took out a small wooden box and handed it to Nefi. The latter took it at hand, with a look that didn't care: "You came to the door to challenge, and you had to bet. How can you lose now like me bullying you? of?"

This remark made the young mages around him laugh out loud, and also let the defeated people retreat dimly.

Some are clearly the female mage of Neffi's friends shouting, "Nafie is the best--"

Neff didn't feel embarrassed, and shouted in a loud voice, "If anyone doesn't agree, hurry up. Marges will pick me up!"

"Hahahaha--"

Everyone knows that this is a joke. Instead of staying on top, Nefi jumped off the ring and controlled the victorious uncle to follow him towards the friend.

She was obviously very popular at Morrogate College. A lot of people greeted her along the way. Some fiery young mage wanted to invite her for a drink, but Nai Fei waved and refused without exception.

After staying here for almost two years, Nefi has changed a lot. She will be sixteen this year, half taller than when she first came here. With long hair and shoulders, the red robe is very precious, and with the sophisticated and powerful cymbals behind her, raising her hands has become the most popular female mentor at Mofengte College.

When she walked to her friend Magis, her friends had already vacated a largest and most comfortable armchair, which also showed her core position. But after sitting on the chair, Neffi's expression converged a lot. As she watched her friend celebrate with a glass of wine, she smiled and toasted: "Thank you for your support! But I ca n’t drink too much. I mean what I mean— — "

After dealing with these, she completely quieted down, and then began to repair the puppet beside her silently.

Suddenly a glass of juice was passed in front of her, and Neffi was rummaging through the parts box next to the seat. She looked up at her side, raised her eyebrows, and immediately got up, taking her hands: "Thank you, Mai Linse Pull ... sister. "

The Shadow Dragon is older than her, but I don't know how old she is, but Nafi knows that the other person accepts the name "sister".

. But in the past two years, the two have not lived together all day ... It can even be said that the two did not meet much.

Merlin Serra studied spells at the Catsmore College, and Nefee could only see her once in the dissertation lobby almost on weekends.

Every time after reading the report, Merlin Serra would ask her to have dinner together, and let Nafi simply report on her recent study. In this respect, Shadow Dragon is more like a stern elder, making various demands on Nafi's life, putting forward various goals, and pointing and correcting her learning style.

It is thought that Nefee would not be able to make progress without such a training.

Although the taste of being disciplined is uncomfortable, and daily research and study is also very bitter, Nafi knows that Merlin Sera is actually harder than herself-strong as the Dragons are diligent and so, what other reasons do they have to oppose?

In fact, to this day, she is even more grateful to Merlin Serra for her strict requirements. If not, she is soaked in the drunken city of Druir, and I am afraid that many mages will lose their motivation.

"I have a lot of room for improvement, but I have a good idea."

Melincela glanced at the scarred cricket, and smiled rare. Neff suddenly noticed that something was wrong, because Merlin Sera always stretched her face, she would pick up a bunch of problems for herself to improve-she carefully replied: "This is a semi-finished product, and many places need to be modified ..."

"I guess you will soon have no time to change this."

"Ah? What, what do you mean?"

Nefi glanced left and right, and whispered, "Will the war spread to here?"

"I would have worried about this problem, but it shouldn't happen now." Melinzela softened her eyes. "The Karen Kingdom and the Rahman Parliament reached an agreement, and an army will come to assist the battle."

"Really?"

Neff's voice suddenly rose, and she immediately covered her mouth. Although she tried hard to suppress it, her voice trembled slightly: "So, that ... Will he come over ..."

"do not know."

Merlin Sera didn't answer the stubble at all, and after pointing out, she pointed out: "According to what you said to me at the beginning ... I'm afraid it's a long way to go with this kind of toy alone."

This made the young mages next to each other look at each other. After all, they hated others saying that the puppets they made were "toys"-but a fierce elemental mage made such a statement, and no one in this group really dare to come out to refute.

They also knew that the puppets made by this group of people at the scene might not be able to carry a small fireball of her at all.

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But Nafi was said so, with a smile on her face: "Of course, 'toy' is just 'toy', and I still have my secret weapon ..."

Melinzela was not surprised, but she didn't wait long. She stood up and said, "Go back to rest early, and don't forget to practice the spell for this practice. No matter whether that guy is coming or not, you can't be lazy ..."

She ordered a bunch as usual, and the mages next to me were trembling and listening. Neffi was obviously used to it, and nodded her head, but at the end, she blinked and asked, "Sister Melinthera ... 'that guy'" who is it?"

"Why, when I heard someone might be coming, I was so excited to dare to make fun of me?"

Meilin Sera narrowed her eyes, and Neffi hurriedly begged for mercy: "Where and where, Brother Rodi really wants to come, it is probably several months. I, I should almost go to review the spell ..."

After seeing Niefei running away, Meilin Sera didn't hold back, she laughed a little.

"I thought you had forgotten me ..."