This wizard only wants to take students

The goblin priest Abu gently spread his hands, indicating that Lucian could do whatever he wanted.

He was leisurely tasting the cup of unknown gray soup, smacking his lips from time to time, as if he had completely let Lucian do what he wanted.

Lucian raised his arm, then slowly lowered it, raised it again, and slowly lowered it again.

His expression kept changing for this reason. Although Lucian had tried very hard to control his emotions, the struggle in his heart was still magnified to an extreme at this time.

Wisps of gray-white mist began to infiltrate Lucian silently. Under the influence of this obscure power, Lucian's consciousness seemed to split into two completely different individuals at this moment.

One of the Lucians had a resolute look on his face, his eyes were firm, and he seemed to be ready to die; while the other Lucian was evasive, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, trying his best to hide himself, and at the same time, there was a love for life and a struggle against unwillingness in the depths of his eyes.

"Listen to me! Take this opportunity to kill this goblin priest. If he escapes, it will be too difficult to find such an opportunity again! This is a god! Even if he is killed by the backlash of the rules, we are only a first-level wizard. We can kill a fifth-level creature. It's a one-for-one blood profit, okay?"

"No, surviving is the most important thing! He is not my friend at all, and it is not worth my life to be his stepping stone!"

The two Lucians went from discussing to arguing, and soon from arguing to arguing. If both sides had no entity, I am afraid they would fight directly at this time.

Choose one of two, and it is a two-choice choice between two losers.

It seems that no matter what Lucian chooses, he is a loser. It's just that he, the "loser", has the right to choose the winner.

Lucian is like a puppet about to end, slowly walking towards the twisted altar tower.

His steps staggered, as if these few short steps were the last journey of his life.

The goblin priest lowered his head to taste the special drink from the Chaos Civilization. When he lowered his head, a smug smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Go... Go quickly..." The goblin priest smiled, looking forward to it, and secretly proud of it.

The reason why he dared to come to the real land to "snatch food from the tiger's mouth" was because the ability he mastered was very suitable for the rules in the dreamland.

The ability to distort and control emotions may only be considered an average ability in a direct battle. When facing some gods who are good at attacking, such as opponents who have mastered the abilities of destruction and space, he can only flee in embarrassment, but in this non-combat situation, his ability is particularly useful.

Even with his mouth, he has the confidence to get rid of his opponent silently.

Like the level 5 wizard he described to Lucian before, he was not killed by direct combat at the beginning.

And now, the little guy who poses the greatest threat to him is about to embark on the road of self-destruction.

"You are still too young..." The goblin priest Abu sneered in his heart. He calmly put down the soup bowl in his hand, and his dark green eyes silently looked at Lucian who had walked to the altar tower.

"Yes, that's right, that's it..." The goblin priest Abu shouted slogans to Lucian in his heart, but the next moment, the calm and peaceful expression on his face could not be maintained, and was replaced by a touch of surprise and anger.

Because Lucian did not take out the feather pen at this time, but quickly rushed to the front of the dream rule slate, stretched out his index finger, and used his blood as ink to quickly draw two strokes on the slate.

Lucian's movements were very fast, because the two strokes he wrote really had no technical content, just like a naughty boy who didn't know any painting skills and splashed ink wantonly.

He drew two intersecting diagonal lines, and the scarlet blood was particularly eye-catching on the dream slate with black background and gold characters.

Lucian drew a red cross. This simple symbol represents similar meanings in almost any civilization:

Error, removal.

The rule that Lucian had marked wrong was the one that had just been tampered with by the goblin priest.

"You're crazy!" the goblin priest roared angrily, with anger and fear in his dark green eyes.

"No, on the contrary, I'm very awake now." Lucian smiled, he could feel the dream slate quickly becoming active under the stimulation of his blood, just like he had awakened the quill with blood before.

It was a kind of anger that a high-level life felt after being blasphemed, and this feeling was like being awakened by a naughty child with urine.

Tick-tick--

Lucian's index finger was still dripping with blood, and he could feel the anger of the slate towards him at this time.

However, Lucian was not panicked, and even a smile appeared on his face.

Because when he felt the slate reviving, he could also feel that the rule that had been tampered with by the goblin priest was being "corrected" at an astonishing speed, and even some of the content that had been tampered with by the goblin priest was being quickly restored at this time.

Lucian could even feel that the anger of the stone tablet towards him was also rapidly shifting at this moment.

What is the fastest way to resolve a conflict?

Naturally, it is to create a bigger conflict to divert it!

And now, the goblin priest has undoubtedly inherited the biggest target, followed by the "judge" who also mastered some of the rules, and finally Lucian, the "naughty child".

Although it is very infuriating to be woken up by a naughty child with child urine, if the purpose of the naughty child is to remind you that a thief has entered your home, it is estimated that a normal reaction would be to catch the thief first.

After all, you can take care of your naughty children at any time, so you might as well wait for the next rainy day!

But if the thief misses it, all the lost items will be gone!

And now, Shiban has discovered two "big black mice"!

"Um...Mr. Abu, I wonder what you feel like for a master?" Lucian chuckled. At this time, a quill appeared in his hand, and with the help of the gray-white color filling the air, The airflow began to quickly write a name that could point to the sleeping great being.

"The great master sleeping deep in the dreamland..."

Buzz——

There is no need for ink, nor does Lucian need to donate his own blood. The simple wisdom of the quill seems to have noticed that Lucian's actions have a positive impact on its own body, so it appears to be particularly docile, and even actively releases its own power, starting to It absorbs the surrounding gray-white mist and blends into the words written by Lucian.

As Lucian continued to write, a terrifying aura quickly descended with the quill as an anchor.