Black wizard territory.
Inside the Curse Ritual Research Institute, Sephilin's face was extrely ugly as she looked at the materials before her, anger rolling in her eyes.
"You're telling that my magical plant curse was just broken like this?"
"This curse was even one I wanted to sublimate into a blood curse, as a research topic for my formal wizard stage, and you're saying it was just broken like this?!"
In front of Sephilin was a group of second-class wizard apprentices under her control, all sowhat afraid at this mont, fearing that the furious Sephilin would take out her anger on them.
These black wizard second-class apprentices all hung their heads low, not daring to look up and speak.
At this mont, they all looked with so sympathy at the second-class wizard apprentice who had brought this news back to Sephilin.
Right now, he had undoubtedly beco the focal point of Sephilin's rage.
Facing Sephilin's angry gaze and questioning, this second-class wizard apprentice stamred, "It's not... not... senior sister."
"Senior sister, that potion master assistant called Locke Augustine just happened to crack your curse magic by chance. Yes, it must be like that. As long as you study it a bit, you can definitely optimize your curse... then whatever potion he uses won't work..."
Sephilin was extrely irritated.
The magical plant curse was originally a curse she used to catch up with Hussein. She had been researching this area for at least five years, consuming large amounts of resources and even wasting many resources and ti that should have been used for ditation thod learning.
All in preparation for advancing to formal wizard.
This was a curse attempting to develop in the direction of blood curses.
As a result, it was just broken by an unremarkable little first-class wizard apprentice from Lilith's Cottage's side.
If the one who broke it had been Albert, Miranda, Astrid, or even that flamboyant extremist Anglon, she wouldn't be so angry.
Those were all old opponents.
Hussein's blood curse had also been broken by them but the opponent was just an ordinary first-class wizard apprentice with no reputation whatsoever.
Sephilin's eyes were icy cold. She raised her middle finger and hooked it, and imdiately the second-class wizard apprentice who had delivered this news to her scread out as all the blood in his body began flowing outward in reverse, with blood continuously gurgling from the corners of his mouth.
The blood he vomited was like water from a faucet, about to drain all the blood from his body.
His body rapidly shriveled up.
"Lord Sephilin... no, don't..." This black wizard apprentice was terrified beyond asure as he endured every mont of the pain of his body's blood flowing outward in reverse.
After a minute, all his blood had drained out, and he beca a dried corpse just like that.
Of course, as a second-class wizard apprentice who had undergone vampire curse transformation, draining all blood wouldn't kill them, it would just be painful and severely damage their vitality.
The bodies of these apprentices had long been implanted with countless curse magics by their wizard ntors as a ans of control. Each wizard apprentice was nothing more than a slave to the black wizard ntors.
Except for so exceptions among the top ten wizard seed rankings.
Not only would wizard ntors implant curse magic in their bodies as a ans of control, but their seniors would also try every ans to plant their own curses in their juniors' bodies.
The Blood Curse Court was like this, curses passed down from generation to generation.
Over ti, an invisible curse network covering everyone in the Blood Curse Court ford over these people.
The apex of this curse network was the current Blood Lord of the Blood Curse Court.
Even formal wizards from Lilith's Cottage had proposed a hypothesis during their research, believing that the origin of the Blood Curse Court's blood curses very likely developed from this invisible curse network.
Blood curses shared similar characteristics with this invisible curse network.
Sephilin's gaze was cold as she swept over everyone in the room, her eyes like those of a venomous snake, ready to find an excuse to punish these people and vent her inner malice.
All the second-class wizard apprentice black wizards hung their heads low, extrely nervous in their hearts, afraid that Sephilin might suddenly go mad but just at this mont, suddenly, the door was opened.
A massive magic pressure enveloped everyone in the room, forcing everyone, including Sephilin, to grit their teeth and kneel on the ground.
That magic pressure appeared over everyone's heads in the room like covering dark clouds.
Small decorations in the room continuously floated and fell under the effect of this magic pressure.
Many vampire apprentices even began vomiting blood.
The newcor was Sephilin's wizard ntor, Rashid Tariel, a wizard wearing red wizard robes who ca hurriedly with an angry expression on his face.
Sephilin struggled to raise her head and said in amazent, "ntor? Why have you co?"
The next mont, Rashid Tariel raised his palm and slapped Sephilin directly across the face. Sephilin scread.
She wisely crouched down, not directly confronting her wizard ntor.
Rashid Tariel's face was full of anger. He had only one eye, and where the original eye socket should be there was no eye at all. His only eye grew on his forehead.
The eye on his forehead was like an observation window of a fish tank, with many pupils of different colors taking turns crowding in that eye to observe the outside but all pupils were now staring at Sephilin with angry gazes.
Sephilin slightly expressed submission to her wizard ntor, saying, "ntor, what has made you so angry?"
"What can I help you with? Whether it's research resources or manpower, I will seize them for you."
Sephilin tried not to anger her wizard ntor and attempted to please him to calm Rashid Tariel's fury.
After all, black wizards were different from white wizards.
White wizards had a series of laws internally to protect first-class wizard apprentices, and under normal circumstances, these laws were quite effective on the surface but black wizard ntors held the activation rights to the curse magic within their first-class wizard apprentices' bodies.
It was equivalent to having already placed their lives in their ntors' hands.
Therefore, black wizard apprentices had lower status and even less human rights.
Except for those wizard seeds in the apprentice rankings who were very important to the school's next generation and could receive so protection from the Blood Curse Court academy, others could be killed at will.
Of course, these apprentices were the property of formal wizards, so under normal circumstances, these formal wizards wouldn't casually dispose of their property.
Rashid Tariel's eye on his forehead switched between several different pupils in a very short ti, each one full of anger toward Sephilin, "Fool, you actually did such stupid curse magic behind my back, magical plant curses?"
"Sephilin, do you really think you're so smart?"
"Why do you think that for so many years, we never thought to develop magical plant curses? Even though we've developed specialized curses for magical creatures, we never had the idea to develop magical plant curses. Do you know the reason?"
"Didn't I tell you about this on your first day of enrollnt, and you actually made lose face completely in front of my colleagues!!"
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