While everyone was busy dealing with the undead, Owen's appearance of being a normal person was a bit too conspicuous, but it wasn't that he was too lazy to even act;
"Princess Sylvia, you really didn't hide your murderous intent at all. You poked me in the back. Was it because I wasn't good enough? Or did I offend you somewhere?" Although Owen didn't know why the other party turned against him, this was naked.
His murderous aura made his stomach hurt, so how could he pretend not to know, so he simply pointed it out.
"No, you performed very well, so much so that I want to make you a collection." Sylvia bit her nails too hard. The ends of her eyes were raised, the corners of her mouth were pulled down, her nose was wrinkled, and her expression was distorted.
She looked like a ghost, her fingers were bitten, and blood dripped down her wrists onto the skirt, adding a few darker colors to the black skirt. One look at it showed that she was seriously ill, and even a lunatic needed treatment.
She gave way.
"I guess this collection is the kind that can't breathe. Your hobby is really disgusting." Irving actually heard that some nobles like to collect specimens of handsome people, and even retain some functions.
Who would have thought that Sylvia had such a hobby at such a young age.
"You look good, but your talking mouth is annoying. I have decided to make you into a toilet, and put it together with my favorite toilet made by the maid." Sylvia smiled maliciously, and at the same time
She stretched out the tip of her pink tongue and licked the wound on her fingertips. The stinging pain made her face become redder and redder. She clamped her legs together and rubbed them together, as if she was enduring something.
"You really have a strong taste." Owen grinned and said with disgust.
As soon as he finished speaking, Owen opened his mouth. He always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but it was not the time to think about it now, so he pretended to be inscrutable and said.
"I'm very curious about what Princess Sylvia relies on, the poor woman in the shadow who is about to be assimilated by the power of shadow, or Cowles." At this point, Owen turned his head and looked somewhere.
Seeing that he was seen through, Cowles took off his hood and walked out of the darkness, still smiling slightly shyly, but at this time his face was no longer healthy and rosy, but pale as he was approaching death. Compared with the dead,
Come, he will just gasp.
Even so, Cowles still exuded waves of death in his hands, awakening more undead around him, and did not stop even though this would cause a more serious burden on his body.
At the same time, a woman who looked like Sadako crawled out from the shadows under Sylvia's feet. Her long messy hair fell down to cover her face. She was thin and thin and wore a torn white dress. Her bare hands and feet were covered with scars.
, still wearing shackles full of rust, is more like a prisoner than a guard hidden in the darkness, and it doesn't look like a living person. There is a feeling that the other person will blend into the shadows if he is in a daze.
"The things in the castle are really so important that you are willing to destroy two people with master-level potential." Owen's sigh was not without reason, because both Cowles and that woman have great potential.
Even better than Robert, but it's a pity that some secret method was used to forcibly redeem the potential.
Although this method quickly increases the strength, the cost is that the life span is halved, and there is no chance of breakthrough.
However, he can reasonably enter the academy city and enter the secret realm. From this, it can be seen that the other party has a big plan. Otherwise, genius does not grow in the ground, especially a genius of this level, which is a rare heritage for any force.
"You dare to come to the Ghost Castle without knowing anything? It seems that I think highly of you, so you should just be my collection, so that you can keep your beautiful face." Sylvia mockingly said to Owen.
said.
After hearing what the other party said, Owen understood what was going on.
It was Peters who was in trouble. This guy was the son of a powerful Earl and was somewhat of a figure in College City. However, he spent all his connections chasing Owen to College City.
He was joking and joking on the surface, but in the eyes of aristocratic children like Cowles, the other party placed his position very low, but he was just pretending to be very good.
Under such circumstances, no one would believe it if Irving was fine.
What's even more coincidental is that as a freshman, Owen actually chose to participate in the Secret Realm Tournament.
In Cowles's eyes, he was obviously an object of suspicion.
After learning about this, Sylvia tried to contact him, and Owen joined her team, so he became murderous.
This series of coincidences left Owen with no idea of explaining it, because he wouldn't believe it, let alone a noble who would rather kill the wrong person than let go.
Seeing that Owen still didn't feel nervous at this time, Sylvia felt that something was wrong, but at a critical moment in the plan, this unstable factor must be resolved first.
"It's really a headache. No one told you that this way of speaking is like writing the villain on your face." Owen was disgusted with Sylvia's unconcealed behavior of her evil deeds, so he laughed and said
arrive.
"What else gives you the illusion that I am a good person?" Owen disconnected the silk thread connecting the bowler hat puppet, straightened his clothes, and tilted his head slightly and said.
"What? Kill him!" Sylvia felt more and more uneasy, so she didn't care much and gave the order directly.
Robert rushed forward with a wry smile, and Cowles also drove the undead forward. The shackled woman had submerged into the shadows again at some point, and even the surrounding students were hesitant to take action.
Facing the siege, Owen smiled meaningfully, and the Demon King's aura, which had not been used for a long time but was strengthened again and ushered in a new life, was activated.
As the Demon King's aura turned on, Owen's originally handsome and gentle facial features suddenly became ferocious. His red eyes were full of death and killing. His crooked smile suddenly increased his momentum. The extremely evil arrogance turned into reality, and the black-red flames were filled with ominous colors.
And the curse spreads around itself, centered on itself.
Not to mention the students, even the undead were trying to escape in panic.
"Who on earth are you?!" Sylvia's face changed, she clenched her hands tightly, her sharp nails immediately pierced her palms, and blood dripping with traces of black energy dripped down.
Strangely, black thorns sprouted quickly where the blood dripped, gradually climbing up Sylvia's white calves, but she was used to it and still focused all her energy on Owen.
"Have you ever heard of Hydra?" Owen smiled evilly, casting a spell without a wand, casting a spell silently, and burning a powerful fire spell.
The black thorns spreading from the ground turned into ashes before they could wrap around Owen's body. The shackled woman who sneaked behind him through the shadows and tried to attack him was even more unlucky. After being infected by the fierce fire, she screamed and kept going deep into the shadows, trying to
Relying on the power of the thicker shadow to extinguish the terrifying flame that was about to ignite her soul.