Chapter 215

"Eugene, what is Su Ye's identity?"“ Civilian magician. "“ So, what is the identity of Plato's four heroes? "“ Either a noble or a poor noble. Alexander's origin is unknown, but everyone knows that he has noble blood, no less than the hero family. " Eugene said“ Plato's college can press the noble college, and Plato's four heroes can press all the nobles at that time. However, when Su Ye presses the nobles, do you know what it means? " Eugene was silent“ We can lose to Plato college, we can lose to Plato's four heroes, but we can't lose to civilians! Never! " Eugene remained silent“ Even Solon, who wanted to fight against the nobility with the help of civilians, also had supporters among the nobility. Why? Because he is also an aristocrat, he will help the middle and small aristocrats! But Su Ye is not! Su Ye is just a civilian, just an ordinary magician. If you let him become the track of the tornado in the black iron test. Numerous petals form a huge flower tornado covering the seat surface, which rotates rapidly. The center of the giant tornado seems to be the giant tree peak. The flower tornado turns sharply, smaller and denser. More and more bright, shining on the whole seat. Soon, the flower tornado narrowed to a diameter of kilometers, and everyone at the foot of the mountain was shrouded. People who are exposed to the flower tornado find that those flowers are not entities, as if they are all composed of light, which passes through their bodies without obstruction. The flower tornado is clearly turning rapidly, but there is no wind. Many people reached for it and found nothing. Palos seemed to return to her childhood, showing a pure smile and trying to catch the flying flowers. Like everyone else, she couldn't catch it, but she was not discouraged. She still smiled and grabbed it happily. The flower tornado shrinks rapidly and is about to leave everyone at the foot of the mountain. Palos was still not discouraged. She stretched out her white arm and grabbed it for the last time“ Eh? " Palos felt as if she had met a small thing, soft, like goose feather and snowflake. She carefully took back her little fist and put it in front of her. She slowly opened it carefully. At the same time, she slightly turned her head and narrowed her eyes. She seemed afraid of something in her hand and was full of expectation. A pink shimmering petal lies quietly in the palm, and the edge of the petal floats gently, like the wing of a butterfly. Palos, like a child, showed a bright smile, her white teeth seemed to be rolling in the sun, and the bottom of the lake was covered with glittering gold. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.