Chapter 100: 099 still needs some practice

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Chapter 100: 099 still needs some practice No one on Shane’s side noticed anything unusual. Everyone was just immersed in excitement, looking at the parchment in their hands, their eyes alight with excitement, and even Lu Muya and Merica were no exception. In the end, even Alis seemed to no longer doubt the power of the “Magic Tools” in her hand, and she carefully tucked it away as if it were a treasure. Even Vivian and Tielle were starting to doubt whether the parchment in their hands was truly a powerful Magic Tool. That is to say, no one present had noticed that the magic had not been activated from the parchment but had been triggered by Shane himself. There was no helping it. Shane, now possessing a Level 10 “Magic Manipulation” Skill, had god-like control over Magic Power. Concealing the fluctuations of Magic Power was a piece of cake for him. ... Under these circumstances, unless someone present had a Level 10 “Magic Perception” Skill, it would be impossible for them to detect the Magic Power that Shane had deliberately controlled; even Merica, despite being a natural-born Mage Elf, could not perceive the source of the Magic Power. Was there anyone in the room with a Level 10 “Magic Perception” Skill? The answer was naturally no. Therefore, people began to eagerly try one after another in their excitement. “I want to try too!” Magre, unable to contain his patience, grabbed the “Magic Tool” before anyone else. “〖Come on! Put some more effort into it!〗” Following Shane’s instructions, Magre used his loudest voice without hesitation, and his proud tone and extremely arrogant attitude were utterly detestable. “〖Lightning〗...” At that moment, a faint chanting voice mixed with the booming sound allowed the massive Magic Power to burst forth, turning into a dazzling and swift streak of lightning. Everyone just saw a flash before their eyes, and then the lightning struck the distant ground, exploding with blinding light like a thunderbolt. Thus, a charred crater appeared on the distant land, still smoking continuously. “Haha! That was amazing! So powerful!” Magre was beyond excited, acting as if he had displayed this power himself, almost nose in the air, barely stopping short of making everyone kneel down and chant long live. “Let me try as well!” Shane laughed so hard that his stomach hurt; he could barely hold back the tears and felt his abs might cramp up. Watching Shane like this, Lu Muya and Merica started to worry, wondering if he was sick. Vivian and Tielle seemed to sense something was wrong as their eyes twitched. “...Tielle.” “I know. Whatever that spell is, even if it kills me, I won’t chant it.” The two silently made this decision. Of course, those unaware of all this, like Leon and Udilis, seemed to have infected the rest; one by one, they all threw themselves into the practice, causing Shane to barely contain his laughter as the “Magic Spell” echoed again and again. As for Lu Muya and Merica, they were vigorously stopped by Vivian and Tielle when they planned to practice. Afterward, for the sake of his own life, to not laugh himself to death in this wilderness, Shane reluctantly used magic a few times, making everyone believe their practice was finally paying off, and they contentedly put away their cherished “Magic Tools.” As night fell, the grand caravan slowly decreased its speed and stopped above the countryside, preparing for the night’s camping. ... When stars filled the night sky, the escorting caravan had already set up the campsite, and various tents, big and small, dotted the landscape; fires burned under the moonlight, illuminating the surroundings. A group of knights and adventurers were all busy, some preparing dinner, some patrolling around, and some standing guard in front of a tent with stern and vigilant expressions, as if they were protecting a treasure, not daring to slack at all. But the tent did not contain any treasure or important person; instead, it confined Killian. At the moment, Killian remained heavily restrained by binding tools, even chained to a pole, his gaze icy, his expression gloomy. “Those guys, haven’t they come to save me yet?” Killian’s face was icy, but his heart was filled with uncontrollable rage and humiliation. This period for Killian was like being in hell, constantly in agony. Not because someone was interrogating him, and not because someone was torturing him, but rather, for Killian, being imprisoned by the inferior Human Race like this, being at their mercy, was a fate worse than death. Shame! Shame! Shame! In Killian’s mind, these words incessantly surfaced, deeply stinging his heart. If suicide were an option, Killian would not hesitate, for he felt such profound humiliation.

Chapter 100: 099 still needs some practice

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