"I say, I tell you!" Lector gritted his teeth, "But you must swear to the origin of magic not to kill me."

Compared with swearing to the so-called gods, swearing to the origin of magic that magicians are eager to explore is considered taboo by many people. It is unknown whether anyone has been cursed for breaking the oath. However, as long as there is still a pursuit of magic, no one dares

Go bet on the possibility.

"Okay, I, myself, swear to the origin of magic. If I still kill the current chief magician of the Sons of Frost after getting the information about the treasure, my future will be cut off."

Having gained a sense of security, Lector no longer dared to cheat, and honestly told Sera the location of the hidden treasure.

Sera checked with another captured Frostborn magician to confirm the authenticity.

"Believe it now, it's me who told you, not him, uh, what are you doing..."

Lector yelled in horror as his feet were tightly bound by the vines stretching out from the ground.

"What I said is true. You verified it. Are you going back on your word?"

"I believe it's true, but I didn't want you to live in the first place." Sera sneered.

"You swore an oath to the origin of magic. If you violate this oath, your magic will be cut off, your magic will not improve, and you will be rejected by it forever. Are you crazy? We have no grievances. You are going to gamble.

That glimmer of possibility!”

"You can also say it's a possibility. In the past thousands of years, most of the treacherous people who claimed to be cursed because of their oaths were spread as stories after their death. No one was actually punished while alive. People based their treachery on the basis of

The author's life was far-fetched and he gave his own reluctant explanation for each of his misfortunes, which eventually became a 'shackle' after being passed down from generation to generation orally from generation to generation."

"This is actually a pair of shackles given by ordinary people and low-level magicians to more powerful ones, in order to win a bit of fairness in a limited space, so that those who want to overturn the table and no longer abide by the established rules can

Having a trace of concern when breaking the rules, even if there is only a trace..."

After analyzing the origin and hidden meaning of "Swear to the Root of Magic" from a scholar's perspective, Sera clicked her tongue in a pitiful tone.

"I know that you must be hoping in your heart that there is a real existence that can listen to the 'origin' of this oath. If this is the case, then I will let you see something interesting."

Sierra's voice gradually disappeared, replaced by a cough.

Male cough.

Lector trembled all over.

"Hello, Chief Magician, there are actually three personalities in this body. The person who kills you now is not the one who made the oath, so even if the 'root' really exists, it will not impose any punishment."

"You're a liar who talks lies, even if I become a spirit, I won't let you go!" Lector, who had no hope of being cut off, went completely crazy and wanted to rush forward to fight Lu Yu, but the morning glory in the quiet garden and the surging water on the ground

The tentacles immediately wrapped around him.

"One more thing I need to tell you is that many of my summons are particularly interested in spirits. You are welcome to seek revenge from me. My name is... Sarah, Sarah, Herald of the Undead. Please be sure to find the right one.
Chapter completed!