Chapter 652 (1/2)

Anchi is a city with a long history.

It is said that when human beings came to the eastern plain after the great migration, there were architectural sites here. The first group of people who came here only renovated those sites and lived here. Once they lived, they have lived till now.

However, a long history does not mean that it is developing well. As a matter of fact, not to mention the powerful cities like horngorat, even some of the countryside of Huolian is better than this ancient city.

If it must be said, it is only slightly better than Morag, whose source of the plague has not yet been sealed.

Sylvie opened his eyes with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.

Just now, another went to the village of Riedel to help cure the little guy's father.

Even without looking at the magic mirror in the dean's room, Sylvie could see from Riedel's eyes that the little guy felt more attached to him.

Then, of course, he sent Riedel to sweep the college square.

To his delight, many of the students who were still in the college, including the other three monitor and several members of the black class, spontaneously began to help Riedel clean up the square of the college.

SIVI was very moved, and then made kamiyou run around the square ten times.

When he helped, he planned to put fart medicine into SIVI's dinner. It was a kind of alchemy concocted by Camille himself. After drinking it, he would fart more than once, but it did no harm to his body.

It was only after he had disconnected his thoughts in sync with another self that Sylvie had a regained expression.

Then he flicked his finger.

Not far away, a skinny guy suddenly fell to the ground, covering his hand, while rolling on the ground, while screaming.

A bulging purse fell out of his chest.

The pain of cheating. Although this arcane SIVI has not been used very much after learning, it is undeniable that this magic can deceive the human body and make people feel strong pain out of nothing, or make people feel pain is very practical.

Sylvie strolled slowly to the other side, picked up the money bag and put it back into his arms: ”when you steal things from now on, your eyes will be brighter. Not every magician can talk like me.”

This is the third time SIVI has been stolen since he came to anchudo.

The first is to steal a short bracelet and the other is to steal a short one.

Because he always felt that his magic items had been made a little uncomfortable, SIVI simply took a money bag from his storage box and took it with him.

Sure enough, the third thief did not steal magic items, but aimed at the purse.

And Sylvie is no longer merciful, let him eat a bitter.

The eyes of many people around him were converged. At first, a few ruffians who seemed to be ferocious at any time became more honest when they heard the word ”magician” and made an appearance that they didn't know the miserable thief.

Even for these desperado, the identity of a magician is a great shock. How can the desperate people kill you with their mouths? And in the end, 99% of them will not have any responsibility. If they lose their lives casually and get nothing, it's not cost-effective?