Your Highness, Don’t Be Like This

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　　 Six-Edged Demon Prison.

　　 This is a prisoner's riot. Each of these prisoners has a lot of numbers on their uniforms, and some of them have clubs, spades and other flower cards!

　　 The "magic wands" in the hands of the prisoners are also rolled up sheets of newspapers. But it can use magic!

　　 In the wild laughs of these vicious prisoners, hundreds of ecstatics have already retreated steadily. Even many powerful wardens are already wiping cold sweat, and their eyes are full of fear.

　　 These prisoners have been killed all the way from the bottom prison!

　　 While breaking through each line of defense, they were laughing wildly and throwing newspapers.

　　 The ground was full of newspapers that day, and the whole scene was like a carnival.

　　 This is a terrible riot, once these demons all escape from the devil prison, the wizarding world will be in chaos!

　　 But this group of lunatics seemed to have no intention of going out with them, but instead constantly launched an assault towards the warden's office.

　　 There were waves of soft, but clear and clear leather shoes footsteps, and gradually sounded from the corner of the corridor.

Numerous prisoners suddenly looked at the corner with frenzied eyes, and rushed over frantically: "Hahahaha~Polster! Hurry up and hand in your square J!! My roommate had this bite before he died! "

　　 "You didn't even bring the'Reaper Lantern' today, you are dead!"

　　 "You are finally here! I have been waiting for this day for one hundred and eighty years!"

　　 "Kill him! He didn't carry a lamp, he was nothing!"

　　 "The square piece J is mine! I want to use this card to compete for the Witch King's throne! My Witch King, I am the future Witch King!"

　　 "Kill him, he doesn't deserve that card!"

　　 There are rumors that Poorster has no magic power without carrying a lamp for a long time, and it has become more and more intense.

　　The identity of the Faceless Man is a powerful proof that Polster is so powerful without having to carry a lamp. But the prisoners did not believe this.

　　 Many prisoners no longer care about the seducers and wardens flying around on the dome of the high corridor. Either because of hatred, or for Fang Pian J, or for the head of the warden, they all rushed towards the corner frantically.

　　 However, as soon as many people have just been in the past, they lie on the ground with their eyes rolled strangely. And their souls began to dig into the blue magic lanterns in the corridor from their facial features.

Soon, these prisoners fell down like wheat, and the rest of them yelled in fear and crawled backwards madly-in a blink of an eye, these terrifying prisoners no longer had the arrogance they just had. .

　　 The faint footsteps never stopped, and they were still very clear amid the roar of the prisoners.

　　 A leather shoe suddenly stepped on the shadow of a prisoner crawling on the ground, and the prisoner fell to the ground instantly.

After the prisoner’s soul got out, the soul and corpse were hooked by the ecstasy and sent back to the cell-the Six-Edged Demon Prison was between the underworld and the main world, and the soul flew out, as long as it was sent back in a short time. After the body is treated, it can continue to survive.

　　 But the whole process is extremely painful.

At this moment, following the sound of the footsteps, a person wearing a nightgown with many plum Ks printed on the nightgown, with a document in his arm, drinking coffee, looking at a newspaper just picked up from the ground, carelessly Walked out from the corner.

　　 "Don't don't don't, don't come, don't come!~"

　　 "He, he is really faceless! Ahhhhh..."

　　 Several crying prisoners of clubs 10, spades, and 9 clubs were crawling around, but as soon as the man in pajamas walked by without even looking at them, they suddenly died.

　　 Anyone who is touched by the shadow of death will die.

　　[I~no~take~fang~pian~J. The thin middle-aged man in the plum K nightgown put down the newspaper and took a sip of coffee. He did not speak, but the indifferent voice resounded throughout the demon prison!

　　 He slowly raised his head, and with those blue eyes with dark fire, he looked at the magic clown at the end of the corridor.

　　 The magic clown is a little fat, he wears a high hat with newspapers on his head, and there is a pattern of a buttoned square J on the top. The suit he wears is also folded from newspapers.

　　 He was performing a trick in front of the door of an office.

　　 And under his feet, there are many thumb-sized little people. Some of these little people are prisoners crying and begging, some are shivering jailers or even wardens. They were all dressed up as clowns and were running around screaming and crying.

　　 The magician performed a trick in a crazy laugh. Not far from him, several wardens were leading many jailers around him. They looked at the madman as if they were facing an enemy, but they didn't dare to take a step forward.

　　 I saw the magician who was laughing wildly, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to grab the top of his head, and then a seducer who had just sneaked over in stealth turned into a balloon and was caught by him. Immediately afterwards, the balloon was folded into a puppy after a few strokes by him, and then it kept getting smaller, and it was used to decorate a clown at his feet.

　　 It seems that Harold is stronger than before.

　　 "Ha~ Luo~ De~" Warden Polster took a sip of coffee and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You let this group of people ‘again’?"

　　 "There is no door in front of the magician! No lock! No shackles! Hahahahaha~~~"

　　 In Harold's wild laugh, all the little people under his feet turned into playing cards. He stretched out his hand, and the playing cards flew into his hand and flew into the sky.

　　 Then the walls of the entire corridor became a maze folded by poker. The lights on the corridor have all turned into flowers,

　　 As for the wands and weapons in the hands of the jailers and the seducers, they all turned into newspapers. In the panic, everyone ran away.

　　 Seeing this scene, there was already fire in the eyes of the **** of death Polster with a thousand faces.

　　 He has always been good-tempered, this time he really got angry.

　　 "You~ this~ once~ time~ absolutely~ yes~ don't think~ escape~!"

　　 He stopped talking nonsense, suddenly turned into a huge white phantom, like the shadow of the death god, passing through Harold's body in a blink of an eye.

　　 But at this moment, Harold's body suddenly turned into a red bullfighting cloth, and Polster also had a clown nose and balloon horns on his body.

　　 And the entire maze disappeared.

　　 "Hahahahahaha, death can't catch the magician, can't catch the magician!!"

　　Polster was taken aback for a moment, and then furious: "Harold!!!"

　　 The jailers shivered, or fainted to the ground in the terrifying magic power of Bolster. Or he knelt on the ground with a soft leg.

　　Polster threw everything on his nose and head to the ground angrily, and stomped his feet severely. Then his body passed through the door of the office and entered the room.

After closing the door, I saw Polster lifted his burning nightgown severely, and took out a lantern from under his crotch-this lantern looked quite big, weighing several kilograms, and there was still it on it. Some burnt hair.

　　 Before he could take a closer look, Polster hurriedly took out a few tubes of fire extinguishing agent from his sleeve and poured it under his crotch. Then he rolled on the ground with pain.

　　 "The hastily, it scalds me to death, it scalds me to death!"

　　 It seems that he is very special, ordinary people will die as long as they touch a little underworld fire. But these underworld fires burned on him for so long, but he didn't have any major incidents.

　　 After a while, the flame on the robe finally went out. Polster gritted his teeth pale, stood up on the table, picked up the Death Lantern, and sat on the seat at the back of the office.

　　Looking at the Reaper's lantern, which was often overused and the fire of the underworld became less and less, Polster was holding the lantern in despair and fear, crying and cursing.

　　 "Damn, damn, damn!"

　　 "Your Majesty Francis, you had to choose me for what you did. I'm just a slightly special wizard. Why did you arrange it for me in the scariest place in the world..."

　　 "I'm really not suitable for using this lantern to sit in the magic prison... This is not a beautiful job at all!"

　　 After a while, the warden was already in tears.

　　 He placed the Reaper Lantern in the center of the crystal array in the office to charge it. Then he returned to the desk, looking solemnly through the mess of documents on the desk.

　　 Soon, he found a dream gem, a magic handbook, and two test papers.

　　Magic Handbook is from ‘Nightmare Stewart’. The things recorded above are messy.

　　 And there are two scrolls, one is from yesterday, and the score is A+

　　 One is today, I haven't done it yet.

　　 Polster solemnly took out a few blank parchment papers, rolled up his sleeves, and gracefully picked up the quill pen, and copied a dozen copies of the paper.

　　 After checking that there was no mistake, he played the lecture content in the Dream Crystal. While listening to what Louis said inside, he carefully read the notes of ‘Nightmare Stewart’.

　　 The expression is sacred and solemn, yet focused.

　　Occasionally, he will try magic according to the content of the magic code. It seems that because of the fact that he has been in contact with the Reaper's lantern all the year round, he can understand the content of "Stay God Volume I: Shadow of the Death".

　　 With the help of the underworld fire in the death lantern, he can barely use those magics. Unlike "Nightmare Stewart", even with the help of the fire of the underworld, those magics are not used.

　　 After some attempts, Polster thought for a long time, and gradually understood the answers to those questions. So I began to do the first paper seriously.

　　 The handwriting is so vividly imitated, even if Louis is standing here, it is estimated that 80% of them would think it was handwritten by "Nightmare Stewart"!

　　Dreamland Crystal has been playing the lecture content~www.ltnovel.com~ Every time the warden Polster makes a handbook, he listens carefully to it again.

　　 Every paper, he has to repeat it many times.

　　 And every sentence in the class, he has to listen to it many times.

　　 [No wonder that "Nightmare Stewart"'s academic performance is so much better than Harold. 】

　　 [Because this assignment is always written by another person. 】

　　 [It’s no wonder this person learns so well. 】

　　 [After all, if he did not learn as well as Harold, he would die...]

　　 Standing in front of the magic mirror, Louis looked at the scene inside and rubbed his face severely.

　　 "I just said that this assignment was assigned to someone else! Stewart, an unlearned dog thing! Magic Mirror, tell Stewart, starting tomorrow, take his classmates over to listen to the class!"

　　 shook his head, Louis put on the magic mirror, and then closed his eyes.

　　 When he opened his eyes, a faint flame appeared in his eyes. Then, he opened his arms and turned into a death-like phantom, floating in the air.

　　 I saw him stretch out his hand, and all the shadows of various objects in the stronghold were all caught by him.

　　 "This guy is completely useless."

　　 "But it's pretty good..."

　　 sighed, Louis turned into an entity, he took a step forward, the surrounding scene changed, returned to the dormitory, changed his clothes.

　　 I'm going on a business trip today.

　　‘Muggle City...British City...Earl Crawley...Has this person appeared in the first storybook before? ’

　　‘Why does the witch queen marry a Muggle king...\'

　　Louis shook his head.

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