I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

Ten seconds later.

Boom.

The huge and heavy body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Blood dripped from the cut neck and soon gathered into a pool of blood.

The red dragon's head rolled in the air several times and finally fell to the ground. It died with its tongue drooped.

Rowling swung the sword in her hand, and all the blood was thrown out, leaving a trail of arc-shaped blood in the shape of ink on the ground.

Rowling dashed towards Andrew like a rocket.

However, when she arrived, the scene made her heart sink to the bottom.

The giant ape rolled its eyes, shook its huge body a few times, and fell to the ground.

She saw the back side of its head had been smashed.

And Andrew was sitting on its back.

His Dragon Extinguishing Badage was covered with green blood.

"What a coincidence!" Andrew said with a smile.

It was not until this moment that Rowling realized that she was late.

Andrew won.

Taking a deep breath, Rowling felt helpless.

The expression on her face disappeared in an instant, returning to calm and indifference.

After a long time, she said, "You win."

Then she put away her sword, turned around, and left. "I've earned 26,235 points now, and I'll give you 52,470 points. I'll pay you after the final exam."

"Why are you leaving?" Andrew stopped her immediately.

Rowling paused and turned around. "I lose, I will be punished with double pay. I have no reason to continue."

"Are you going to give it to me?" Andrew smiled bitterly.

Rowling said, "If you lose this time, I will kill you. This is the credit of a strong man."

As soon as she finished her words, a murderous look appeared in her eyes.

'Wow, she looked very unhappy.'

Andrew chuckled, "You just lost. You don't have to be so angry."

"I'm not angry."

"Still pretending?" Andrew jumped off the giant ape and said, "The veins on your forehead are popping out. Don't do this. It's ugly."

"Do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll go."

Rowling said and strode away, ignoring Andrew.

Along the way, Rowling tried her best to control her emotions.

But this emotion had been tumbling in her stomach.

'What's wrong?

Angry?

Me?

Will I be angry?'

Rowling's life could be divided into two stages.

Before the age of 14, she was poor, unable to eat well, and had not enough clothes.

Since the age of 14, she had been a tutor mage. She was admired by thousands of people and was shining like a star.

Rowling had never been angry at any stage.

Before 14 years old, she had tried her best to live, and emotions were only a hindrance.

Success and failure were meaningless to her. Living was the most important thing for her.

When she was 14 years old, she had never lost. No matter where she was, she was the first.

No one could defeat her. For her, success was a foregone conclusion before the battle began.

She even didn't understand why other magi were so weak. They were far richer than her, with more resources than her.

In the end, she became the one who stood at the top.

But this time, she lost.

It was the first time that Rowling had experienced failure since she learned magic.

This feeling was like a cat's claw scratching her heart, making her feel worse than death.

The strong killing intent made her want to tear Andrew's smiling face apart.

But the self-esteem of the strong made her not allow herself to do so.

If she killed Andrew by force, she would admit that she was no match for him.

Others didn't know, but as a stronger, she knew.

This sense of frustration would accompany her for the rest of her life.

For the strong, frustration was fatal.

It would shake her and make her unable to move forward firmly, which would affect her future growth.

This was fatal.

This was the first time that she had such an experience.

Rowling couldn't believe that she had a feeling of unwillingness.

A strong desire to defeat someone.

Creak.

The door of the Secret Place opened.

When Rowling was about to go back, she found an old man standing at the gate.

Rowling was stunned when she took a closer look.

"Are you Rowling? You are so beautiful. Let me introduce myself. My name is Monado. Can we talk?"

On the other side.

It took Andrew another hour to kill dozens of monsters. After his magic power was increased to 3200, he left the Secret Place.

Along the way, Andrew looked at his 1,500 points and thought about what he would do with the points given by Rowling two days later.

As soon as he opened the door, Andrew was stunned by what he saw.

Rowling was still at the door.

'What? Does she want to kill me to keep her secrets?

Of course, it was impossible.'

Although he hated Rowling, Rowling was a strong woman. She should keep her word.

On the contrary, it was the people around Rowling that let Andrew be on guard.

Subconsciously, he touched his space ring.

What he touched was not the vital energy, but pachysandra terminalis.

The one who was talking to Rowling was Monado, a minister of the Magic Association who was responsible for the examination.

"Hey, are you Andrew? Nice to meet you." As soon as he saw Andrew come out, he greeted him warmly like an old friend whom he hadn't seen for ten years.

Andrew shook hands with him, but he was on his guard.

There was a strong murderous look in his old and turbid eyes.

"What's up?" Andrew asked.

"Nothing important. I just have something to discuss with you, Andrew."

"Say it."

"Andrew, let me get straight to the point.

Purple King is very dissatisfied with you. This time, she sent me here because she wanted to kill you during the final exam."

"Yes, I know. And then..."

"You should know that I'm not in good health and can't have a big fight.

So, I hope you can let me win easier!"

"What?"

Andrew was stunned by his words.

"Oh, don't worry. I will try my best to let you die without pain.

Of course, if you are willing to give me some materials, such as your equipment now, I can also arrange a decent funeral for you.

Think about it."

Andrew's view was completely changed by Monado's words.

After a long time, Andrew came to his senses and said, "You mean you want me to stretch out my head and let you kill me? You want me to give you money?"

"Yes, what do you think? Andrew?

If you don't agree, I will torture you as much as I can tomorrow, letting you die in endless pain."