Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 386 The Mysterious Star is Still Awake

He left behind the scroll and then departed.

For some time now, he had been quite enthusiastic about him learning healing magic. After listening to him recount the words about summoning souls, Huangwu was not in a hurry to find the remains of the book or a substitute.

Since she didn't cause any trouble, Miya Xing was happy to have an easy time and naturally didn't bother to remind her.

The conflict between the two was no longer exacerbated by teaching, and the atmosphere improved considerably.

Until one night, in the middle of the night, it's a long story, let's start from the beginning:

That night, as she counted her coins as she did every day, a question suddenly popped into her head, and she abruptly stopped stroking the coins.

At times, her execution ability is exceptionally high in certain aspects.

The thought lingered in his mind and didn't immediately disappear. His interest in touching his possessions was suddenly overshadowed by something else. He immediately put the gold coins in his hand away carefully, sealing them with magic, locking them physically, and then sealing them with magic again.

Even if I leave for just a short while, no one will break in, but some security measures are still essential.

After a series of actions, she staggered to Carrington.

The goblet contained freshly squeezed tomato juice, and a whole tomato, ready to be butchered, sat on an elegant silver platter. Two seconds before the knock on the door, Carrington put down his knife and fork.

He opened the door: "Lord Demon Lord."

"Oh," the newcomer showed no embarrassment at disturbing someone so late at night, her question still fresh in her mind, "Are you a vampire?"

"Yes, Lord Demon Lord, in terms of magical energy, I belong to the vampire race."

"It seems that vampires turn into butterflies after they die," this thought suddenly flashed through my mind while I was counting the coins, "but I don't seem to have seen any information about different types of butterflies."

“Lord Demon Lord,” Carrington chuckled, the soft light casting a unique glow on his kind face, “it’s the Blue Nether Butterfly.”

“Oh,” her small doubts were answered, and she didn’t linger any longer. Through the Carrington, she saw the sumptuous meal in the room and understood perfectly. “Then I won’t disturb your enjoyment.”

From a great distance, in fact, a quick glance was not enough for her to distinguish between tomatoes and blood.

Similarly, she didn't even think about distinguishing between them.

Just like they never considered which magical race Carrington belonged to.

After asking the question, she wasn't in a hurry to go back and hide in her pile of gold.

Humans adapt to their environment far more than they imagine. Gradually adapting to the day-night cycle here, Miya Star can now tell the current time based on the changes in outside light and black fog.

The curtains in the room were not drawn, and the window was wide open. The person who entered his room did not have the habit of knocking. He woke up groggily and looked out the window with sleepy eyes, knowing that it was the middle of the night again.

When the light was turned on, her eyes shone brightly, even more dazzlingly than the lamplight.

Miya Xing knew then that he was destined to be sleepless tonight.

"have you slept?"

"woke up."

“I have a brilliant idea.”

"what?"

“I remember there’s a kind of witchcraft that can make people fly, but it’s troublesome because it consumes a lot of energy. However, I have an improved version from the Soul Summoning technique.”

"An improved version?"

When it comes to areas of interest, she shows great patience: "You can store the scrolls in magical artifacts."

There is some explanation, but not much.

Miya Xing got up, changed her clothes, and then went with her to an open space.

The magical artifact was in a corner of the warehouse—a really obscure place. It's amazing that Carrington remembered it and found it.

“Oh, I remember when I was playing with witchcraft, it was mentioned that there was no corresponding magical tool for flying,” she recalled. “Mr. Carrington said he would make one for me, but after he finished, he didn’t want to play with it anymore and just stuffed it in a corner.”

"It's been in disrepair for years?!"

"It's only been a year or two, what's so special about that?" She tried inputting the scroll into it, and it went very smoothly. Then she pulled out her own scroll. "Come on, input your scroll. I'll be back in a bit."

He did as instructed, examining the magical artifacts in the process.

As expected, it is incomparable to the goods of Bicheng Trading Company four hundred years later.

However, the internal parts are intact, so there should be no problem using it.

He returned from the desolate place with a book in his pocket.

"Do you prefer to stand or sit on it?"

"What's the difference?"

According to the human world, witches are beings who are seduced by demons and make deals with them. They "please" demons and do various things with them in order to gain superpowers.

The witch uses a broom to fly, and the posture of using the broom is "riding," which is also related to this.

Of course, mentioning witches does not mean that humans without magic believe that witchcraft is exclusively for women.

In books on identifying witches, it was believed that women were weak-willed and more easily seduced by the devil than men.

This claim has no basis in the magical world.

According to Kiki, the important thing about flying is not posture.

The important thing is the wand.

You can dance standing, sitting, lying down, or even hanging from a wand, as long as you like.

However, with the advanced teleportation arrays of today, flight requires energy and concentration, and is not as convenient as teleportation arrays. In addition, it is easy to be mistaken for an unidentified object and attacked. Therefore, wizards basically do not use flight magic.

Huangwu replied, "There is a difference in posture."

"Stand still." If something goes wrong halfway through, standing makes it easier to jump and you don't need to do too much mental preparation.

“Okay.” She opened the book and recited a string of incantations from it, and a sense of foreboding welled up in Miya Xing’s heart.

"Wait, you—" Learned this on the spot?!

A powerful force pulled him straight up into the sky, and the gale scattered all his thoughts and the words he hadn't finished speaking.

Just like how Kitty Meow rushed towards the direction the cat toy flew, they rushed off into the distance.

"Woohoo~"

A fierce wind howled, pages of a book fluttered, and people around him shouted excitedly, but as soon as Mi Yaxing opened his mouth, the wind filled it, and he couldn't utter a sound.

Even without being able to see the magic book clearly, she quickly figured out how to control direction and speed.

Miya Xing pulled her along, panting, and finally understood why she had risked being opposed by Baris to vote for Miss Meng to Meow Meow Katie.

The voice was muffled in the wind, "Do you really like the feeling of flying?" A single thought of longing can last for two or three hundred years.

“Oh,” it was her turn to speak, the flight slowing down, “just the novelty.”

Indeed, this kind of outing, which messes up her hair, wrinkles her clothes, and is quite conspicuous, wouldn't be her preferred style.

So she... "Desolation! Slow down, slow down!!"

They went around twice, but Huangwu got tired of the game.

"Let's go back."

"Hmm." Of course, the choice was in her hands. He had suggested going back a long time ago, but she hadn't listened.

Do you know how to get back?

My bad feeling before setting off was confirmed at this moment.

"Why don't you flip through the magic book?"

"I have some bad news for you."

"The book is lost?!"

"How clever!" she said, without a hint of worry. "I have some good news to tell you."

"what?"

"I can find my way back."

"Do you have some bad news to tell me, like you won't be able to stop even if you go back?"

"so smart!"

He is right.

Standing makes it much easier to jump down.

After a prolonged feeling of weightlessness, I fell to the ground in a disheveled state. The healing magic I had learned over a long period of time came in handy.

Huangwu didn't like memorizing magic spells, and coincidentally, those useless magic spells hadn't yet dissipated from his mind.

When the two of them worked together, the pain was still there, but it was no longer so bad that they couldn't stand up.

The magical artifact was still flying in the sky, and it would continue flying until the scroll inside was exhausted and it naturally fell down.

"It's alright, Mr. Carrington will have someone pick it up." He patted the dust off his clothes, but it wasn't completely clean.

This is relevant now.

She doesn't like wearing dirty clothes.

"Let's go back first..."

Before she could finish saying she needed to change her clothes, the Soul Summoning Demon King appeared.