C18 You'il never pay for it

He was known as the "You don't pay dearly for being bewitched". The magic array with 18 locks was unexpectedly overstepped by Morgan just like that. How could it not be surprising?

Morgan spread his hands, a smile on his face as disheveled and unassuming as his unkempt hair. "Here."

As he said this, the entire team fell silent.

The core composition of this magic array was to make use of the decimal point of the rounding rate to move in and out of shape, then using the rounding rate to carry out all kinds of encryption and decoding. As for Morgan's footsteps, each time, the distance between the diameter of a circle of the magic array and the ratio of its circumference would faintly float; the difference wasn't big, and the magic array wouldn't be triggered at the same time.

However, if she had been in his place just now, she would have been able to trigger the hidden counterattack from the magic array, just like that senior from before. When the time came for a delicate woman like her to be covered by the magic array, she would have truly lost a lot of face, and she would probably be prepared to spend the rest of her life alone.

Thus, at this moment, the gaze with which Zhou Sanniang was looking at Morgan had gained a strange tint to it.

Morgan spread his hands in front of Caro. The world seemed to have suddenly become quiet.

The crowd parted, revealing the president of Columbia University, Minnie. She was wearing a long black robe, and her curly brown hair fell gently on her shoulders, giving off a faint charisma as she walked along the streets of Yinhuang. No one could deny that if Minnie took off her wizard robe and walked on the streets, no one would be able to deny that she was a beauty, but at this moment, because everyone was already wary of her, everyone felt that she was too much of a deterrent.

Minnie was accompanied by the five great ministers, among them Eloise. The core members of the Colombian Student Union were all women, which was why it had always been known in the outside world that Columbia University was an academy ruled by women.

"Morgan Wukong?" Minnie slightly raised her eyebrows, obviously not expecting to meet Morgan here, because Morgan didn't need to be used as cannon fodder. In this time, the student union had almost forgotten about this guy, in fact, he himself didn't have anything that could leave a deep impression.

Minnie did not seem to notice that Caro was like Matthew. She thought of something and said to Morgan, "Oh right, your information is still with us at the student union. You should go get it another day. Also, you should go through the dismissal procedures."

Departure procedures? When the crowd heard this, they were stunned. Wasn't Morgan Wukong just admitted into the Student Union? Why did he have to go through the dismissal procedures in the blink of an eye?

His long eyelashes moved a little rhythmically, and no one knew what he was thinking. However, when he saw Morgan's gaze on him, Elozi still threw him an encouraging look. Smiling faintly, that kind of smile was intrinsically different from before.

In the past, whenever Elozi smiled at him, there would be a warm look in his eyes, but when he smiles at others, it was a very clear look, without any distractions. This was the reason why Morgan used to be a little proud, but he never thought that there would be a day like this when Elozi smiled at him, it was just like an indifferent ordinary friend. The clarity in his eyes was as if he couldn't lift any ripples, as if he could no longer find the warmth of the past.

Morgan suddenly thought of something, so it turned out that life was slowly changing like this, so the days were passing by in this way, spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The times that should have stayed here were also changing at a miniscule yet unremarkable speed, turning the tranquil world into a vicissitudes of life.

Suddenly, he realized that he did not have any hopes. He forgot about his bet with Ka Caro, dropped his hands, and walked silently to the other side, leaving a space for the real Big Minnie from Columbia University to negotiate with him.

At that moment, Morgan's back suddenly became clear in Zhou You's eyes. For the first time, she had a sudden desire to understand this man's mood.

Matthew was sweating, but when he saw Morgan slowly move away from them and stop asking for his academy's badge, his tensed heart immediately relaxed. He whispered to Boyd beside him, "Now that the show is here, at least two contestants from other academies are coming out …"

"Wait a minute!"

Matt probably never finished explaining a sentence today. When he was halfway through, he saw Ka Caro first stand up thoughtfully and then shout at Morgan, who was about to leave in silence.

Morgan stopped and turned around. He asked a little blankly, "What?"

Minnie, Lolita, Elroseus, and the other members of the student union also looked at Morgan with some astonishment. They didn't understand what kind of dispute existed between Morgan and their most powerful opponent, the genius apprentice, Ka Caro.

Ka Luo reached out to the academy emblem on his chest and took it. He walked toward Morgan and handed it over. "Since I've lost, I will naturally not go back on my words. This is my academy emblem. Take it!"

Are you crazy! Matt was surprised, so much so that he almost spat.

A layer of doubt also covered Minnie's face, but it was mostly surprise. It was the same question as the group of girls in the student council.

Morgan slightly smiled, looking a little lonely. He then extended his hand to block Ka Luo's badge. "You keep it for yourself, I have no use for it."

Then he turned and walked away, and as he passed, the crowd parted and the Alps followed.

Liu Xiaolan and Zhou Jiu looked at the direction where the two had left. They could tell that there was an unnoticeable surprise on their faces. This Morgan seemed a little bit interesting on such a night with the dazzling crystal lamp.

The Morgan of the dream, against the blue sky overhead, the white clouds floating overhead like sheep, the wilderness and mountains, the wind blowing, he woke up at the same time.

The bright sunlight shone through the thick black windows of the academy, shining on his face. The bed carried the dry fragrance of the sun, and a layer of white cotton floated in the air. The room was peaceful and quiet because of the sunlight.

This was a very ordinary room in the dorm of an acolyte in Purkinje Academy. There were ordinary gray brick walls, ordinary illumination crystal lamps, ordinary decorations, and an ordinary student.

Morgan felt that he was just an ordinary person who was not particularly outstanding. Even when he left Poggering one day, no one would remember him as having ever existed here, and even in the Age of Great Magic, the blood-boiling magic would slowly turn into smoke in the passing of time, just like youth.

When he woke up in the morning, it was hard to avoid some random thoughts. Morgan woke up a little bit later, got up from the bed, and started a new day again. Only when he turned around did he realize that there were quite a few books lying beside him, mostly books that taught the principle and information of wands, and it was only then did he remember that last night he fell asleep while looking at these books.

The Alps had bought his wand, and he, Morgan, still needed to make it himself. Counting the time, according to Professor Mary Pwang's rules, it was about time for him to arrive. Morgan tidied up his books, knowing almost everything about making an ordinary wand.

Looking at the mask, Morgan seemed to recall what he had done in the past few days. Not only had he comprehended the fire fist technique, but he had also participated in the magic festival in the town of Youlan, and had almost become the champion.

But only by looking at this mask did Morgan feel that he was somewhat different from others. It seemed that only by wearing this mask could he feel that he was not an ordinary person, so by wearing this mask could he unscrupulously take care of Roberts and participate in the magic festival without any reservations. If he could really wear a mask, then Morgan might even use it to participate in the Magic Competition even more.

Unfortunately, to him, the Magic Competition was just something that he could not reach.

From Morgan's window, one could see the splendor of Poggering School, a school that had thousands of years of history, a collection of architectural styles, and a forest of night demons and a vast expanse of land on Buckingham Peak, with a sense of the vicissitudes of time. There were wizards who had graduated from this school, and there were wizards who had returned from the outside, and smoke was rising from some of the school's residential areas.

He wondered if the senior had shared the same sighing with him in this room.

Morgan recovered from his reverie. From the moment he woke up, Morgan would take advantage of the fact that he hadn't fully opened his eyes to let his thoughts run wild, but now he had to come back to reality. A plane made of yellow paper flew in through the window and landed firmly on Morgan's table.

Morgan picked up the paper airplane and spread it out. The delicate handwriting immediately lifted his spirits, as if he had just woken up and drank a cup of cold boiled water. It was Eloise's flying handwriting. "It's almost time for class. You didn't come?"

He didn't have a comm card, and most of the students in Puclin School who didn't have one were connected to each other by using this type of magic paper airplane to transmit their messages. Although this method of transmitting information wasn't as fast and convenient as using a comm card, the cost was much lower, and a level 6 apprentice was able to perform this kind of cheap magic. Thus, he could often see the school's paper planes flying back and forth in groups, like a flock of wild geese flying in the spring and autumn.