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Chapter 684

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"Her mental fortitude is still not strong enough," Liszt thought regretfully as he watched Kris accidentally break the teacup.

Magic Shooters and Dragon Knight were unfathomable existences, but as a Sky Knight or a Great Sorcerer, they were experienced and knowledgeable people with status. Their mental fortitude should not be so weak.

However.

He still said gently, "Calm down, Kris. There is no need to be so surprised."

Kris looked down at the broken teacup and the spilled tea on the floor, and seemed to understand that she was too surprised. "Lord Viscount, are you sure you are not wrong? Your sister is so young, are you sure she is not a Great Sorcerer, but a legendary Magic Shooter?"

"You should know that I am not a person who likes to joke. A Qi has only recently come into contact with the Weave and completed the elemental transformation, becoming a true Magic Shooter. She is probably the Grand Duchy of Sapphire, the only Magic Shooter born in the Iron and Steel Ridge and the Eagle Bear Kingdom in the past hundred years. "

"Is she really a Magic Shooter?"

Kris clutched her chest with one hand, still looking at A Qi in disbelief.

She had accidentally broken the teacup just now because of the sudden shock, but the shattering of the teacup had also dissolved her shock and allowed her to quickly calm down. She felt that Liszt might be joking. However, there was not a hint of a joke in Liszt's tone.

And this seemingly petite, clear-eyed, and flawless female sorcerer did not seem to be joking at all.

Most importantly, the faint aura emitted from her body made her heart palpitate, but when she tried to capture it carefully, the feeling disappeared, as if it was just an illusion. But as a Great Sorcerer, her five senses were sharp, and she was especially sensitive to magic. Kris absolutely did not believe that she would randomly hallucinate.

So, it was very likely that all of this was real.

The petite female sorcerer in front of her was really a Magic Shooter.

Known as the embodiment of truth that walked the secular world, she had gradually become a legendary Magic Shooter. Great Sorcerers like Kris had never heard of a living Magic Shooter. They had only more or less read the magic books passed down by Magic Shooters, and admired the elegance of Magic Shooters from a few words.

Odom Truth, Kawasaki Truth …

Many mages could call out the names of these Magic Shooters, but they were basically all Magic Shooters of the Moon Empire era. Bathed in the glory of the Magicians ruling the world, all other professions were regarded as heresy, and only the Magicians were orthodox. From the mainland to the moon, there were legends about them.

Unfortunately, as the times changed, the Knight quickly replaced the Sorcerer as the rightful ruler of the world. Although the other Ancient Warriors and Ancient Mages were not treated as heretics, they were still being devoured and destroyed.

The mischievous Liszt was about to explain to Kris why A Qi was a Magic Shooter in detail, fully enjoying the change in her expression from disbelief to confusion, to shock, and finally to belief.

A Qi suddenly raised her hand without saying a word.

Then, a water arrow suddenly condensed, and the next moment, the water arrow flashed from her hand to Kris, hovering less than three inches in front of her.

This sudden turn of events gave Kris another fright.

But looking at the suspended water arrow in front of her, she was immediately stunned. "This is …"

"Magic Shooters' control over magic is completely different from that of Archmages. Kris, you can use your heart to feel this water arrow, because it is condensed from the magic power of the Weave, and maintaining it consumes the magic power of the Weave. As long as I want it to, it can exist for a very, very long time."

It was practically the first time A Qi had said such a long sentence to a stranger.

It surprised Liszt.

It made Kris tremble even more.

In her knowledge, once magic was released, it could not be stopped. It could only continue to be released or directly collapse.

However, a basic water magic, Water Arrow, just hovered in front of her. She could clearly feel the magic power that continuously maintained the water arrow. She subconsciously stretched out her finger and touched the water arrow itself. The condensed water passed through her finger, but there were no signs of collapse.

In an instant, the magic power that belonged to a high magic was captured by her. She did not understand this kind of magic, but it did not prevent her from feeling the pressure of the high magic power.

"What powerful magic, incredible magic!" Kris retracted her finger. She no longer looked at A Qi with bewilderment in her eyes, but it was quickly filled with passion. "Your Excellency A Qi Loyds Truth, great Magic Shooter, please allow Kris to offer her highest respect to you."

With that, she knelt on one knee and solemnly performed a rare etiquette.

Even in the face of her savior, Liszt, she had never performed such a pious etiquette — in the final analysis, whether it was a Knight or a Mage, they all worshipped the strong more. The Magic Shooter A Qi was clearly far stronger than the "Sky Knight" Liszt.

Liszt was not jealous.

If he came over on Leo now, he believed that Kris would also sincerely salute.

But there was no need for that. He had always won the respect and loyalty of his subordinates by virtue of his charisma, not by virtue of unfathomable strength.

Moreover, at this moment, it was A Qi's time to perform, so how could he steal the show?

A Qi had too little contact with humans, but as intelligent as she was and as powerful as she was, she did not need to know too much about communication. She just said what she wanted to say, "Kris, my brother asked you to cooperate with me to study magic. I have many experimental ideas that I need your help with."

Kris was pleasantly surprised and said, "It is my supreme honor to be able to serve the great Magic Shooter!"

Then she quietly added, "If I can get one or two pointers from you, it will be even more exciting."

"Sure, you can study magic for me, and I will find time to guide you in your practice." A Qi easily dealt with Kris. With her status, it was true that she only needed to crook her finger and a Great Mage would rush to work for her — the position of a Magic Shooter in the hearts of a Mage was sacred and inviolable.

Seeing this, Liszt was pleased and said, "Kris, A Qi's identity needs to be kept secret and cannot be mentioned to anyone."

"Why, Lord Viscount, His Excellency Achilles is the embodiment of truth that walks in the secular world. Shouldn't he be spreading the light of truth to the world? If His Excellency Achilles needs a laboratory, Kris is willing to give up the Mage Tower and serve by his side. "

"Wait a few years. She has just advanced to Magic Shooter, so she needs some time to adapt and not be disturbed by the secular world." Liszt said unquestionably, "You will still be in charge of the Mage Tower. After all, it was originally built for you. A Qi will live in my castle, and her laboratory will be built directly in the castle."

A Qi did not speak and let Liszt arrange it.

Kris immediately said eagerly, "Then, Lord Viscount, can I have a room in the castle? I hope to be able to serve His Excellency Achilles at all times!"

A Qi did indeed need a Great Mage as an assistant.

According to many magic books, the Ancient Magic Shooters were surrounded by a large number of Mages, like the followers of a Lord's Knight.

Liszt thought for a moment and said, "I can reserve a room for you in the castle, but your work will still be arranged in the Mage Tower. The team of Mages there needs your leadership."

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