Hearing this, Sikalimi suddenly laughed and said, "I'll give it to you, young lady?"

The boss suddenly felt embarrassed and said, "Our lady likes this white fox very much."

"Since she has the money to buy one, just let her catch one." Sikarimi said coldly.

The boss is complaining endlessly, don’t you happen to have one on your hand, but the personality of your own lady...

"But……"

"I can give you a lot of money. Not only this magic robe, I can give you anything you want." A childish voice sounded, and a pink and tender little girl came out of the room.

Her voice is pleasant to the ear, but it is full of a delicate and savage flavor.

"Really?"

The little girl nodded without any hesitation, and then added, "I can do it."

Sikalimi looked her over and said seriously, "I want you not to miss my magical beast."

"You..." the little girl was furious, "There's nothing I want that I can't get!"

She is really a delicate young lady. She must have been spoiled since she was a child. She shook her head and ignored the little girl. She stepped up and prepared to walk out of the store.

"Stop!" The little girl grabbed Sikarimi's sleeve, "My name is Mokla Samir."

How could Sikarimi care about the name of this little girl? She looked back, and her black pupils were without a trace of impurities. The pure black reflected Mokra's shadow, as if she was in pure darkness. Mokra subconsciously

She wanted to let go of Sikalimi's sleeves, but after looking at the white fox lying on her shoulders, she gritted her teeth and continued to tighten her sleeves.

"Has anyone ever told you that it's best not to touch magicians casually?"

Mokra was stunned, and then her hand began to rot bit by bit!

"This, what is this!"

"Dark magic!" The boss standing aside came back to his senses and looked at Sikalimi in shock. He immediately took out his wand and looked at Sikalimi warily.

"Dark magic?" Sikarimi raised her lips and smiled, "The magic robe I am wearing was obtained from a dark magician. It is very effective."

The boss immediately saw that the rot on his lady's hand was getting worse and worse. He quickly ran to the door, took out a transparent bead from his sleeve, and threw it into the sky. He only heard a 'bang' sound, and the transparent bead

The beads exploded in mid-air, and then a plume of imperceptible smoke rose into the sky.

This is probably the so-called secret code.

"Sikalimi, aren't you leaving yet?" Skain looked at Sikalimi with interest.

"Leave? Why should I leave? Although it is very troublesome, it saves me a lot of time."

Sikalimi didn't want to leave, and of course Skain stood there, with an interesting smile on his face as he watched Mokra's hand rotting away bit by bit, and now it has extended to his forearm.

She screamed, her delicate aura was gone, and she began to heal her hands with the simple healing techniques she had learned.

"It's impossible for a high-level magician's things to be destroyed so easily. If you still want your hand, it's best not to use magic randomly." Sikarimi looked at Mokra coldly and said.

When Mokra heard these words, he immediately put away the healing technique, looked at Sikarimi, and stepped back timidly.

Not long after, people came to the door of the shop. It should be said that they were a group of magicians.

The old man looked at Mokra and rushed forward. A high-level healing technique came out from his hand, healing Mokra's terrible rotten hand.

Another young magician stood at the door looking at Sikalimi and Skain. He frowned and said, "I don't know where my little sister offended this young magician. If there is something wrong with her,

On behalf of the Samir family, I am here to help you."

apologize?

Before Sikalimi could speak, the old man who had been treating Mokra suddenly flicked his sleeve and shot an ice arrow at Sikalimi.

Skain stepped forward and knocked away the ice arrow, looked at the old man and raised his eyebrows.

The old man suddenly stood up and said, "Young Master, you are still talking nonsense to this magician. The magician in front of you is obviously a dark magician!"

"The person wearing the black robe is the dark magician?" Sikarimi smiled. He looked at the small sign hanging in front of everyone, and his eyes flashed. This is a sign only owned by Lyon Magic Academy.

"Otherwise, how could Mokra's hand be corroded by the dark element and rot?"

"Didn't her instructor tell her not to touch magicians casually? Or did she get upset in class and not listen?"

"You are arrogant! No matter what your situation is now, the power that erodes Mokra is the power of darkness. Why do you have this power if you are not a dark magician!"

"How can I control the power in this robe?" Sikalimi smiled evilly.

"If you are not a dark magician, what are you doing wearing this robe?"

"Do you care what magic robe I want to wear?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene became extremely tense. In addition to the old man, several magicians behind also made fighting postures. The so-called young master also looked at Sikali with a look of confusion on his face.

rice.

Although it is unlikely that a dark magician will appear in Sedes and alarm the temple, the phenomenon in front of him is really unexplainable.

"Sikalimi!" At this moment, there was a cry of surprise from the door knocker. Brunsel ran in very happily and looked at Sikalimi, "You are still alive!"

"Of course she's still alive." Sikarimi said calmly.

"This person in front of me is..." Cedes looked at Skain, confused.

Skain saluted him gracefully, then casually took out a large golden eagle from the item space bag and pinned it on his chest.

Everyone present looked at Skain in surprise.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Morfa of the Twelve Golden Knights."

"Hello, Lord Morfa!" Brunsel stretched out his hand in surprise and gave a friendly smile.

All the magicians present looked at each other. This man had such an identity, and he was staying with this female magician. This...

The scene was very chaotic. Except for the old man, the other magicians subconsciously put away their weapons.

"Excuse me, what are you..." Looking at the angry old man, Brunsel asked, "Elder Wolsey, what are you..."

"You two know each other?"

"Yes." Brunsel said with a happy face, "This is His Excellency Priest Sikalimi Wright who was sent to Lyon Magic Academy by His Majesty."

"Impossible!" He said this subconsciously, "She is wearing a dark magician's magic robe, and she even hurt Mokra!"
Chapter completed!