This black-eyed boy who looks to be thirteen or fourteen years old is none other than Blake, a 94-year-old magician and Uncle Bud's old friend.

Alice's eyes lit up, and she walked forward and said hello to Uncle Bud and Black. Black waved his hand and motioned Alice to look at the drawings on the wooden table. There was a purple magic spell drawn on the old and yellowed paper.

.

Although this incantation is a bit blurry, it seems that this drawing is quite old.

Although some places became a little blurry for some reason, Alice could still see at a glance that this was the purple curse that once made Willet's flying broom go out of control; it was also the one that suddenly happened in the Magic Colosseum.

The purple curse in the eyes of the out-of-control magic senior.

"That's it! It's exactly the same, I'm sure!"

Alice looked at the drawings and said in a very positive tone that after such a long time, the purple curse has finally made new progress, which of course can make people feel excited.

"Meow meow~"

"Meow!"

Two kittens were making a fuss next to the table. It seemed that the milk-splitting cat had been staying with Uncle Bud these days just to play with the other party's little orange cat. The two cats were now very familiar with each other, and they were having fun playing together.

Bud and Blake looked at each other, but the atmosphere between the two adults was completely opposite to the joy of the two kittens. The air was as heavy as lead.

Alice was keenly aware of this change. She suppressed her happy expression, frowned slightly and asked:

"Is there something wrong? Uncle Bud? Uncle Lake?"

Bard turned his attention to Alice and sighed, the solemn look in his eyes not diminishing at all. Seeing Alice asking him, he slowly explained:

"This matter is even more complicated. The spell you are seeing now is called the Thousand Demons Dark Curse. It is one of the most powerful black magic in legend."

Blake nodded, then touched his smooth chin with his hand, his usual playful expression disappeared, and his bright voice became solemn:

"The last person who could use the Thousand Demons Dark Curse was a powerful evil wizard three hundred years ago. In other words, this kind of curse was lost as early as three hundred years ago."

The excitement in Alice's heart was completely extinguished as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her. She sat at the table, rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head and asked:

"If this purple curse has been lost a long time ago, then why are there still people who can use the Thousand Demons Dark Curse today? Is that evil wizard still alive in the world today?"

Both Bard and Black fell silent, as if remembering some heavy memory. Black spoke first: "Theoretically, that existence is dead."

Bud nodded, with a serious look on his sculpture-like perfect face, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone thinks he is dead. At least since the war, he has not appeared again. Now it has been three hundred years...three hundred years, and there has been no news that he is still alive in this world.

evidence.”

Alice listened carefully, and waited until both of them finished speaking before asking: "Theoretically, he is dead? Does that mean that in reality, no one has a clear answer to whether he is dead or alive?"

Blake slapped the table, his black eyes were piercing, and he said with a smile:

"Our little lion is so smart. Indeed, we don't know if he is still alive. No one can find out. But we now believe that he is dead."

The wooden table was slapped so casually, and several black cracks appeared on it, and the table let out an overwhelmed scream.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? This is the new table I bought. Please be more careful with your hands!"

Bud looked at his new table full of cracks with a painful look on his face. Since Alice was here, it was hard to get angry. If he had been in the past, he would have kicked Blake out.

"But he is alive again. Therefore, three hundred years later, the Thousand Demons Dark Curse will reappear in the magical world. He wants to make a comeback and let terror envelope the world again!"

Blake ignored the words of his old friend Bud and continued to speak to Alice. As soon as he finished speaking, Bud slapped the table with his hand, making a "bang" sound.

Just the sound of it makes people feel very painful.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This is just a guess. What the monkey means is that the person has died, but in the past three hundred years, he has come back to life. The person's resurrection from the dead is the worst

The result.”

Alice blinked her big amber eyes and asked curiously: "Who is the evil wizard you are talking about? It sounds very powerful?"

Blake's face was embedded in the table and he made a muffled voice: "It's not that he seems powerful, he is very powerful, and he is cruel and evil."

Alice thought for a while and then asked: "So, what is his name? It would be a good idea to ask a fortune teller to divine whether he is still alive in the world."

Bud sighed, stretched out his hand to pour Alice a cup of black coffee, and then whispered:

"It's not that easy. Someone has thought about this method. The person who thought about it was a famous fortune teller. Just when people were waiting for the results of his fortune telling, he died in front of his crystal ball, with bleeding from all his orifices.

Horrible."

"His name... is a taboo, but I can tell you quietly, his name... is Mondrikin, and he is from the White family. After you go out, don't call him by his name casually. No

If people want to hear this name, they will be frightened and frightened like a tiger talking about it."

Alice nodded obediently. When she heard about the White family, Alice remembered that Edward was the heir of the White family. When Edward and she were in the illusion, he once told Yixi Garin that his family had

There have been fallen wizards.

It turns out that this fallen wizard is Mondrikin.

Although people would be afraid of his existence, because Alice had never seen this person, she did not feel as scared as others.

I remembered that Mr. Mondris, who brought me to Credo, was only one word different from Mondrikin, but I didn’t know if Mondris’ last name was the same as Mondrikin?

Alice thought that Mr. Mondlis could not be the evil wizard back then, because he seemed so kind and helped her when she was in the most difficult times. How could such a person be the evil wizard who killed innocent people back then?

Evil wizard?

But we don't rule out that there may be some connection between the two of them.

Alice suppressed the doubts in her heart, folded her hands and put them on the table, smelled the bitter aroma of black coffee, and opened her mouth to ask:

"Can you tell me a story about Mondrikin? I want to know more about him."

The generous Bard showed a rare hesitation. Blake, who was lying on the table, pulled his face out of the wooden table. On the cracked tabletop, there was a sunken face.

"If you don't tell me, then I will tell you."

Hearing Blake's words, Bud puffed his beard and glared. This was the second time he had the urge to kick Blake out.

"Meow~"

"Meow!"

The two cats jumped on the table, looked at Bud innocently and curiously, and moved their tails from time to time.

"Although Mondrikin is a member of the White family and a very talented wizard, he has not obtained the position of heir."

"The reason is that his bloodline is not pure enough. His mother is a low-level family maid. In the White family, he was once ridiculed and ridiculed because of his bloodline and identity."

"Mondrikin has not been interested in white magic since he was a child. He likes to study black magic, and often forgets to eat and sleep for it. His reputation is getting bigger and bigger, even overshadowing the reputation of White's successor, and he has become a person who is worshiped by people.

And one of the most appreciated beings by magic instructors."

"His mother's status has become much more noble because of Mondrikin's efforts. People no longer laugh at this young man. Mondrikin has used his own strength to prove to the world that one can still succeed without pure magic blood.

Come out of your own world."

"Many magic students who come from poor families regard Mondrich as their role model. The inspirational stories about Mondrich are spread throughout the magical world."

"Mondrikin, who became famous at a young age, has no pride or indulgence. He remains calm, calm and self-controlled. This kind of character is one of the best among the younger generation in the family."

"In this way, Mondrikin grew up to be a very outstanding young magician in the pursuit of everyone. He still studied and researched black magic almost obsessively, until one day, a servant who accidentally broke into the laboratory discovered

About the secret of Mondrikin he used other magicians as guinea pigs for his magical experiments."

"The magician who was used as an experimental subject has been missing for two months. When people found him, all the blood on his body had been drained, there were burn marks on his limbs, and he had been dead for a long time."

"After discovering that his secret was exposed, Mondrikin did not sit still and waited for death. When people were panicking, he took the opportunity to escape from the White family."

"Mondrikin did not restrain himself because of this. After leaving the White family, famous magicians in the magic world became the targets of his experiments."

"More and more magicians disappear mysteriously, and then reappear in their own homes a few months later, but they have all turned into corpses whose blood has been drained, or burned into black charcoal, or their skin has been pulled off."

"The tragic deaths of these magicians one after another set off a wave of terror in the magic world. Everyone was afraid that they would become the next experimental subjects, and the entire magic world was shrouded in an atmosphere of terror."

"In order to restore stability to the world, the newly elected principal of Credo College released false news that he was weak and about to abdicate, and then used himself as bait to attract Mondrikin."

"Principal Credo, elite mentors, and heroic magicians from all over the world gathered together to fight Mondrikin for seven days and seven nights."

"In the end, Principal Credo fought tooth and nail to capture Monddrikin and died with him. Only then did he return to the magical world...the beautiful peace that lasted more than three hundred years."

"The story is over. But if that guy has really been resurrected, then the story has not really ended yet, maybe it has just begun..."

Blake's tone was meaningful, his black and white eyes looked at Alice, he raised his eyebrows and said:

"What do you think? Alice?"

Hearing this, the little blond witch put a hand on the back of her head and touched it, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said seriously:

"The purple curse appeared many times, and it only attacked the magic students of Credo. If Mondrikin is still alive, he will take revenge on Credo Academy and the magicians who fought with him for seven days and seven nights.

and their descendants."

"Did members of the Willet family participate in that battle back then?"

After Alice expressed her thoughts, she asked a new question.

She took a sip of the bitter coffee poured by Uncle Bud, and frowned at the bitter taste. As expected, it was best to drink milk. It is said that children in the human world are not allowed to drink coffee.

However, the coffee in the magical world has different ingredients than the coffee in the human world, so it will not harm the body, but it is still very bitter.

"The main force fighting against Mondrikin, apart from Principal Credo, is the heir of the Willet family."
To be continued...