Chapter 1964: Extreme night in Jingsi (1)

Chapter 1964, The Night of the Night, in the Meditation
At the same time (?), Egypt, Egypt, Cairo Grand Hotel. c
"I, I am back." Elaine gently pushed the door open into the room. Although he didn't know that Bedieville was not there, it was so late. What if Bedyville spent the night in this hotel room? Therefore, the white bears will be especially careful, in order not to make a little sound.
There seemed to be someone in the room, and the end of the porch aisle came to the master bedroom to be soft to the faint light, and Beddyville was.
"No, don't you spend the night on your own boat or boat?" The white bear man looked into the mirror and whispered.
"Hey!" The Werewolf youth turned his head and rushed to Elaine to make a gesture, indicating that the white bears should speak quietly. On the side of his bed, a tiger boy has fallen into a deep sleep, with a weak and rhythmic snoring.
"This, is this child?"
"The lost child." Bedieville crept in front of Elaine. "Help him find a whole night for his mother. There is still no clue, let him sleep for a while."
Since Bediville has returned to the Cairo Grand Hotel, he is too lazy to find a way back to the Twilight, so he is placing Obert in his hotel room.
"If you say Elaine, where have you been all day, have you come back now? Hey! This terrible sweat smell!"
"I, I went to practice." The White Bears whispered, "Mr. Solar said that there is a way for me to better control myself, and I will not feel free to become a mad monster."
"You went out to practice with Solar for a whole day?" The Werewolf youth looked at the white bear man incredulously: "You have been too familiar with Solar recently?"
"Oh, um," Elaine said, embarrassedly licking his head.
"Be careful." Biddiville said with a sigh of relief: "It’s too familiar now. It’s going to be more painful when it’s really on the game.

"No, no, I know that is the game, that is, even if the opponent is Mr. Solar, I also"
"Don't say anything." Betdiwell pinched his nose with a sullen look: "Your sweaty smell is killing me. Let's take a shower and go to bed early. We will all have matches tomorrow. Isn't it?"
"Yes, yes." The White Bears licked their heads and walked in the direction of the bathroom.
"What are you doing with Solar in the end?" Biddiville suddenly asked: "How can it sound suspicious? In addition to the smell of sweat, there is a stench."
"Catch, fishing," Elaine replied.
"What?"
"Mr. Solar recognizes and believes that as long as the nature of the shark form is brought to the limit, he can slowly realize the control method in the process of it making and mad, so I am in the Mediterranean one day and one day. Coastal fishing"
"Are you stupid?" Biddyville didn't know if it was good or funny: "So you spent a whole day shark swimming in the Mediterranean?!"
"Yes, it is"
"So, did you find a way to control the form of the shark?" Biddyville did not ask for it.
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"One, a little bit"
"Or maybe it's just because you have been fishing for a whole day and you have spent too much energy." Biddyville sighed: "Hey, feel free. Go for a shower."
"Well, oh," Elaine walked into the bathroom.
Beddyville frowned, didn't continue to say anything, and walked back to the living room to find a blanket cover and lay on the sofa. Elaine seems to have some concealment, but Bedieville did not intend to ask the white bear. Although it seems that the White Bears are wasting a whole day trying to master the new Sharks who have changed, what is the truth? The game will be known tomorrow. After all, everyone will always hide a little for themselves. Biddyville feels that it is not so good to do what Ilan has done. They are expected to touch the above in the finals. At that time, they will always look forward to the tricks hidden by Elaine on the battlefield.
The night is already deep. But Bedieville didn't have any sleep at all. Today, tossing all day, the werewolf youth is too tired to sleep. Even Elaine’s stupid bear is actively practicing to strengthen himself. Bettiville always feels that he has done nothing for the whole day, and tomorrow’s game will be enough.
Then he suddenly remembered that he actually got a new power, the fire of the spell that Lawrence gave him. That is the power of taboos, a spell that draws power from the user's body. However, if the spell is not used, it will not cause harm to the user. Maybe Biddyville should take out the fire of the spell. If you have time, study it.
He then walked to the terrace of the hotel suite (feeling the fire in the room with a spell of fire), sitting cross-legged on the ground and extending his right hand. Soon, a group of flame with stable red light, the so-called curse fire, emerged from his palm.
At this time, Bediville also had the opportunity to take a good look at his own spell of fire. Dialogue is very important. It’s the curse of Lawrence that gives the fire of this spell to Beddwell, and Lawrence said that the wizard needs to communicate with his own spells to better understand his spells. . Simply put, all spells are used by the user to command the spell of the spell, let the spell of the spell make a spell (spell). If you can't communicate well with the spirit of your partner, the wizard can't use the spell with ease.
It’s so close, it’s really not much different from an ordinary fireball, but there’s almost no heat. This thing is more like a kind of light bulb that can emit fire. It is not a fireball, but a spirit. According to Lawrence, the fire of this spell should originally be the spirit created by the great teacher, Krana, and should be between the Holy Spirit and the evil spirits. This spirit gradually splits into an infinite number of subsets from the original one, and expands and multiplies with the increase of the world's cursers.
The way it proliferates is to collect surplus free photons from the user. In general, non-epic creatures take food from the environment while absorbing free photons. Free photons will make the body of the creature stronger, but they will not stay in the body for a long time, and will eventually escape. The fire of the spell is to collect the free photons that are about to be lost, so as to continue to grow. In this way, this thing is still quite scientific, neither affecting the survival of the host, but also becoming more powerful over time.
However, I always feel a little uneasy. Bedyville looked at the fire in front of him, and there was a fear in his heart. The use of power is costly. The greater the power, the greater the price. Every time you use a spell, you actually take something from the user's body. What is taken away depends on the actual situation. Because it threatens the user's life, the spell will be called a dangerous ban.
Today, in order to defeat the powerful guardian of the pharaoh's tomb, Bediville has used several seemingly powerful spells. Even if the cost of using these spells is to consume his life, he will not be surprised. But until now he has not felt any change in his body. Is there really no problem?
Just as the werewolf youth stared at the fire of the spell on his hand, his eyes were suddenly surrounded by darkness. Everything turned into a boundless darkness, and the flame in his hand is still shining.
"Well?" When the Werewolf youth wakes up to the changes around them, they can't help but be shocked.
"Who is there anyone?" he called.
no respond. In addition to the darkness, it is dead and quiet. The original hotel room was filled with the snoring of the faint of Ober, and the sound of water flowing from Elaine's bath, but the sounds have completely disappeared.
Quietly staying in Bediville, let the werewolf youth panic. He thought that the overly powerful spells used before would have to pay the price, and now the fire of his spells will ask him for the price, to take his life!
"There is no such thing." However, a voice interrupted Betteville's horror. A sound that suddenly popped up in the dark, not far away, seemed to arrive with a walk.
"Who?" The Werewolf youth looked in the direction of the voice, even though he knew that the place where the sound was located was only dark.
Or not.
There, a fire lit up. A woman in a black robe sits on the floor, and the fire of the spell in her hand faintly illuminates a small area around her body, allowing Betteville to see her in the dark.
The black robe is slightly ruined, but the black hood and collar are embroidered with pure gold threads. These pure gold carvings seem to be made of metal wire, maybe even Made of pure gold braided thread, so although the fabric of the black robe is a bit worn, the metal parts are always new, they reflect the beautiful golden color of the charm under the fire of the spell, and the black cloth The robe forms a sharp contrast. The gold-clad black robe has a big hood, and the hood covers most of the woman's face. However, the woman's white face is still looming in front of Bediville. It is a typical melon face, and the delicate chin and thickness are just right. Zhu Lips showed that the face of the woman hidden in the shadow of the hood must be the face of a beautiful woman.
"Who are you?" The werewolf youth was puzzled low.
"My name is Klarna. I am now in touch with you with the power of the fire of the spell." The woman replied in a plain tone: "Be able to see me, your soul must be very powerful."