Bab 163: The Guardian of the spell

zhao xu looked at the notification that the oath had been made, and he almost rubbed his eyes.

however, arthur was a brain-imaging game, so he couldn't see flowers.

even an illusion could not fake the notifications on the dynamic panel.

"I've already made the oath?" zhao xu couldn't help but ask.

Wasn't this a bit of a joke? even a child had to make a pinky promise, right?

He was just repeating a question, and it counted?

"Uh, big brother, this feeling is indeed a little too fast. This means that you are very close to the source of magic, which is why you have such a natural reaction. You are indeed the Big Brother I respect the most."