Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

On the rainy night of Marcia, the sound of rain covered all the sounds in the city.

Foam stood on Marcia's silent city wall, her whole body was filled with invisible fluctuations of mental power, she closed her eyes slightly, and used her most concentrated attention to mobilize her spirit sea.

In the night, her long blue hair that reached her knees gradually turned into the color of the original translucent ocean. The tentacles gathered together by the hair strands constantly waved in the cold sea breeze of Marcia, and the spiritual power in her spiritual sea changed from the tentacles. The top of the gushing out, instantly spread to most areas of Marcia.

Each of her tentacles can be used as a transmission device and receiver of spiritual power. Whenever the spreading spiritual power touches a living thing, the corresponding information will be accepted by the tentacles and transmitted back to her spiritual sea.

The bubble patiently searched for the traces of the Vatican in the residential houses of Marcia, among the sleeping ordinary residents one after another.

She was so concentrated that she couldn't care about Marcia's overnight rain that drenched her all over. The hem of her complicated dress was soaked in rain, and dragged down heavily on the muddy ground of the city wall, stained with extremely dark black mud stains.

Livable areas close to safe passages...nothing.

The main city outside the main channel...No.

The trading area closer to Lord Mage Tower...No.

Foam’s mental power is more crude and aggressive than Mo Ye’s. Even if she now uses all of her will to control her mental power, she can only control what is contained in her mental power. , The breath of a deep-sea hunter.

It was like being stared at by monsters crawling out of the abyss of the sea, and the breath that made people's back chill.

The magician living in Marcia found her, but Yuffi was not alone.

…

In the empty and dark room, sitting on a simple wooden chair, and staying in the core room of the mage tower connected to the magic circle, Yu Fei noticed the abnormal behavior of the foam at this time through the rain in the sky.

She opened her eyes and her face was puzzled.

"This is Lord Nightingale's child, what does she want to do...?"

Yu Fei also sensed... the huge spiritual power gushing from the girl standing on the city wall constantly drenched in cold rain and closing her eyes.

She never knew that the child from Your Lord Nightingale's family had actually become an official magician at such a young age.

What does such a formal magician who has not signed Marcia's contract and has no constraints what he wants to do in Marcia?

Yuffi's first reaction was that the child, the bubble, now wants to target the Holy See.

After all, the people of the Holy See are blatantly inquiring about Lord Nightingale in Marcia these days, although they haven't made much progress.

However, the goal of the Holy See is the Lord Nightingale after all.

Lord Nightingale has signed a contract, so she can't do anything to the people of the Holy See within Marcia's scope, but the bubble that has always hidden her identity as a magician is different. She has no restrictions in Marcia.

If she takes action against the people of the Holy See at this time, the group of people of the Holy See are all bound by the Marcia peace contract and cannot fight back at all, unless they can escape Marcia under the bubble spirit.

This may be the plan that Lord Nightingale thought.

Yuffi decided that as long as the bubble did not harm Marcia herself, she would temporarily turn a blind eye to the bubble's behavior.

As the lord of Marcia, she is also unable to take action against the people of the Holy See under the constraints of the contract, and if they encounter danger in Marcia's territory, she as the lord must help.

I hope this lord of the bubble can be more concealed and hit with one hit!

She didn't want to help the people of the Holy See.

"I'll help this young lord, do a little favor..." Yuffi raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Under her thoughts, the magical power of water attached to the rain in the sky covered by Marcia silently covered the surface of the foam's spiritual power. This magical power was like a stream of water, gradually covering the original hunter's breath of the foam's spiritual power. .

These days, the temperance lady of the Holy See should also be very familiar with her magical aura.

Hope this familiar magic element can let her lay down the precautions she deserves.

In Marcia's long night's sleep, die quietly.

…

Sitting at the desk, the man who was constantly drawing something paused with his charcoal fingers. He put down the charcoal in his hand and stood up, walked to the position of the window sill, and looked out the window with a pair of almost transparent amber eyes. The night.

He was wearing a dark mage robe, with long silver-white hair scattered randomly. In the dark, he didn't use magic to hide his face as usual. He poked his head out of the window, with a very beautiful, even feminine face, with a slightly interesting smile.

This feeling of mental power... It's Miss Bubble.

What does she want to do?

What does she want to do to the people of the Holy See?

The personnel of the Holy See once went to the location of the cliff to look for the Lord Overnight Oriole. Because they did not get any clues from the workers, they also pestered him for a while. They might think that as a magician, he would know where Lord Nightingale is.

It's a pity that Lord Nightingale didn't tell him anything, he didn't know anything.

The goal of the Holy See is clear at a glance, and that is Lord Nightingale.

They have been searching for the trail of Lord Nightingale in Marcia and the surrounding Mobu Plain.

It seems that the Holy See is bound to win the Lord Nightingale, but I don’t know if they came for the Lord Nightingale himself, or for the mysterious background behind her, or... she sold the rare treasure of the misty pearl to make some shadows. The existence behind the scene is hot.

Therefore, the bubble uses mental power on such a large scale in Marcia, even the lord Yuffi is not concerned, only the group of people who are searching for the Holy See.

It's revenge... I just don't know if the bubble's move came from her own intent or the Lord Nightingale's instigation.

Xiali has completed complete control of the illusion system beast crystal.

After he came to Marcia, he first possessed the treasure of the misty pearl, which has a very high bonus, and then obtained the illusion type beast crystal, which also has a very high bonus. He can even cooperate with the magician of the same origin, and he can directly realize it. Elemental crystallization of high-level magic.

He himself didn't know exactly what extent he could achieve now.

"I'll help a little..."

Xiali looked at the rainy night outside the window, his figure was illusory for a moment, and his whispered tone was as unhurried as before: "Just help Miss Bubble, and hold the only capable temperate lady."

He is not afraid of the deterrence of the Holy See, he is currently lacking guinea pigs to experiment with new abilities.

The Miss Temperance of the Holy See itself is a rare perceptive type. For her, the ability of the hallucination system will be quickly seen through her ability; or her proud perceptual ability will lead her wrongly. To the deepest level of the illusion, in the abyss of consciousness.

If you get to the bottom of the abyss of consciousness, you won't be able to get out again.

Xiali blinked slightly, and the playful smile on his face gradually faded. He did nothing, turned back to his desk, sat down and picked up the charcoal pencil on the table, and continued to draw his unfinished works.

At the same time, the Mobu Plain was close to the messy gravel boundary of Marcia. In this place where Yuffi’s rain of magic power could not reach, another Xiali appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air.

"If you are here, you should not be bound by Marcia's contract."

Xiali’s amber eyes showed the light refraction like water waves, a colorless and translucent, human palm-sized beast crystal quietly suspended beside him, and a pearl filled with white mist and scent around him. Irregular rotation.

He stretched out his right hand, and simply squeezed it into the void.

"Caught..."

He was as beautiful as a female face, showing a little excitement.

This is the expression belonging to Rhine's "lunatic ignorant of manners"!

In the city of dreams he built, there are scars all over his body, which everyone regards as unknown. The black-haired and black-eyed girl opened her eyes in the mountains and flowers.

For the first time, a look of shock and confusion appeared on her always cold and expressionless face.

There was even a trace of uncontrollable fear that spread rapidly in her heart...

…

Foam didn't know that someone had already helped her.

In the search with her mental energy, she finally found the house where the people of the Holy See lived.

It was a house closer to the beach. In an extremely inconspicuously solitary house, several priests of the Holy See were falling asleep.

The largest room in the house is occupied by a black-haired, black-eyed girl. She lay flat on the simple bed with her eyes closed, and her hands were placed on her abdomen in a very regular manner. Her dress was different from other priests and was obviously not an ordinary role.

Foam was originally going to give priority to her, but the white mist that rose suddenly from her body blocked her mental strength, and Xiali's voice appeared in her ears out of thin air: "Please don't hit her for the time being, Miss Foam."

"Her ability is a rare perception type. If you startle her, you will have to deal with her and Lord Yuffi at the same time..."

"I see, I will get rid of other people first." The bubble responded in a deep voice.

The bubble didn't care about why Xiali chose to help. She didn't hesitate to shift the target and asked Xiali: "Among the others in the Holy See, are there capable ones?"

For the magician Xiali, he is a subordinate of his mother in the bubble perception, and he has been with himself for a period of time, so he should be credible.

"There is a young man who is an informal apprentice magician. Although he doesn't know how he got into the Holy See, he must have concealed something from the Holy See..." Xiali's illusory voice sounded in her ears.

When he was on the cliff, among the clergy of the Holy See who haunted him, there was a hidden apprentice magician. Obviously the Holy See refused to join people with magical talents, and didn't know how this person got in.

"I know..." Foam got what she wanted to know, and said casually to him, and stopped responding to him.

Except for the apprentice magician, the other clergy are just ordinary people, and the apprentice magician, who may be hiding something, is not in the eyes of the bubble.

The mental power of the foam meticulously penetrated into their spiritual sea. They were sleeping peacefully in the night and the sound of rain, and the foam's actions were not hindered or resisted at all.

The gods they worship are also indifferent to their danger at this time.

Foam was originally a little jealous of the human **** who was caring for the Holy See, but she had already done so, and the **** hadn't extended a helping hand to his followers.

She stopped cautiously testing, and went all out to shoot!

The priests lying on the shabby beds in different rooms, awakened from the deep sleep of the night, opened those godless eyes!

With blank eyes and dull expressions, they moved mechanically to get up from the bed, put on their clothes at will, and walked out of their rooms with bare feet.

These clergymen, dressed in messy white robes, slowly and mechanically lined up in the living room.

Walking in the forefront, a clergyman with a blond face and a handsome face stretched out his hand to open the wooden door of this house, with a blank expression on his face, and stepped barefoot into the muddy water accumulated on the ground.

They stiffly stepped out of the door of the house, stepped into the icy rain on the ground, and disappeared into the haze of the dark night against the cold night rain and sea breeze of the long night of Marcia.