In the next ten days, Li Yu could feel that his body was gradually recovering, but it was still far from the previous state that exceeded human limits, which meant that he could barely return to the level of ordinary people.

After five days, his body recovered a lot, and he could run and jump less strenuously. However, since he already knew that he still needed to rest in bed, he didn't move around. Most of the time, he still lay in bed, holding a tablet, and walking around.

forum.

The official general forum of the Mages Association is undoubtedly an excellent source of information, allowing him to supplement a lot of common sense in the new era.

For example, there are more than three million mages in the association, and most of them have parents who are mages of the previous generation. There are only a few people who ran away from the kingdom of God, went to the mage city, studied hard and passed the exam to obtain admission qualifications.

.And among these people, there are very few who can pass the exam in one go.

Therefore, Li Yu was not surprised at all when Hilelia came back with a depressed look.

He consoled him: "It doesn't matter. It's normal to fail the first exam. Just think of it as gaining experience and try your best next time."

The girl squatted down, lying beside the bed, and said angrily: "My total score is only two points short, two points!"

Li Yu: "That's really bad luck... By the way, didn't Martha take the exam with you? Did she pass?"

Hilaria raised her face, and there seemed to be some comfort in her eyes: "She didn't pass either, and her score was lower than mine."

"So this is normal. By the way, I have to go out later."

Hearing what he said, Hilelia couldn't help but frown and said worriedly: "Didn't I say that I would stay in bed and rest?"

Li Yu picked up the phone: "It's almost time to rest. It's not a big problem to go out. And I promised a friend before, so I have something to do."

Hilelia didn't know what she thought of, and she became even more worried: "Is it Ella you want to see?"

Li Yu shook his head: "He is an apprentice in the academy."

He didn't lie, because the person he wanted to see was N'Golo, who was indeed an apprentice in the academy. The main reason why he didn't make it clear was because N'Golo asked him not to tell others about his infection with Thalmor.

Today, Li Yu went to help N'Golo get rid of Thalmor.

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This dark and thin middle-aged man was tied to the bed and could hardly move. He was wearing loose clothes with a thick layer of diapers underneath.

Li Yu stood at the door and looked at him and said: "I locked you here. You can't touch Suo Mo and you can only endure it. This method of withdrawal is relatively clean and thorough, and with me watching, you won't

It's life-threatening...but it will be very painful, have you thought about it?"

N'Golo had been gagged and could only lie there and nodded gently.

Li Yu smiled, then went out and closed the door.

N'Golo relaxed his body and lay on his back, looking at the pure white ceiling.

The last time he took Thalmor was this morning, and he used up the last bit of powder. The inventory was exhausted, and he had nowhere to buy more, because all the medicine dealers that ordinary mages could find in the Tower of Babel had been imprisoned.

Even if he could still find a drug dealer, he couldn't buy it because the contribution points in his account had long been used up and he still owed Li Yu more than two thousand.

This actually costs too many contribution points, and an apprentice like him simply can't sustain his account.

It had been five or six hours since the last time he took samovar. The addiction was like a bug, gradually growing out and starting to crawl on his body...

The addiction became more and more obvious, making him feel uncomfortable all over. He could only turn his head and look elsewhere, trying to divert his attention. But the curtains had long been closed, and there was nothing in the small room except this bed.

Other furnishings.

Of course, there is a bathroom in the room, but the door leading to the bathroom is also closed.

N'Golo continued to stare at the empty ceiling.

He felt like there were thousands of little bugs crawling in his body. Those bugs looked like ants at first, but gradually became more slippery, as if they had changed from ants to maggots.

It turned into a piece of rotten meat, exuding the smell of putrefaction, and hatched countless maggots, burrowing in and gnawing wantonly... N'Golo took a deep breath, feeling that every trace of air entering his lungs from his nose was...

Full of rotten smell.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to scream, but his mouth was so full that he could only make a sound of "Uh, Uh, Uh", a desperate whine.

He didn't want to scream anymore, he just wanted to bite off his tongue, but there was still no way.

He twisted around on the bed like a giant maggot.

He turned over and buried his face in the pillow. Only then did he realize that the pillow was already wet with his own sweat. The wet pillow smelled of sweat. When inhaled into the nasal cavity, the sweat smell turned into the stench of a corpse that had been left for a long time.

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He turned around and struggled to sit up, when suddenly he saw the bathroom door open.

His son walked out of it.

Lorca…

He wanted to call his son's name, but he still couldn't make any meaningful sound. He only saw his son approaching step by step, and with a look of despair, he spoke the last words in his memory.

"Dad, can you keep this book for me? If I am captured by the priest, I hope you know why. I want to leave here, I want to go to the legendary Tower of Babel..."

He remembered that his son had been captured by those hateful clerics, shot to death randomly, and buried in a grave without a tombstone with several other 'devil worshipers'. And he could only hold the "Mage" in his hand.

Common Sense Third Edition" embarks on the road to escape. Why does the dead child appear in front of him?

The son came closer.

This young man, less than twenty years old, was in ragged clothes, his body was covered with blood holes, and he was still dripping blood. However, as soon as the bright red blood hit the ground, it quickly turned black and turned into black flowers. Those flowers were all shuttlecocks.

The shape of jasmine.

N'Golo didn't know whether he should hide back or take the initiative to hug him. The logic of reality and fantasy intertwined into a mess in his mind, trapping him tightly, and the whole world seemed to turn into nothingness.

The son walked closer and came to the bed on the left side. Suddenly, the child's head fell off and rolled on N'Golo's lap. In the blink of an eye, it turned into countless indescribable black maggots.

But N'Golo was already numb and just stared blankly.

Another head popped up on the son's chest.

That's Andre's face.

Andre held a wine bottle in his mouth, with a white samovar inserted into the mouth of the bottle. He could barely move his mouth, but he made a clear voice: "Come on, if there is no enjoyment, what fun is there in life?"

N'Golo was so frightened that he quickly shrank to the right...

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Li Yu leaned against the wall and stared at the tablet in his hand.

On the flat screen, N'Golo's room was still empty, but he seemed to be hiding from something, twisting hard on the edge of the bed and making whining sounds.

Li Yu sighed: "Is it an illusion..."
Chapter completed!