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Chapter 33 - 27 Lanci’s Healing Spell_1

The strong wind rustled the sparse trees on the prairie, and the grass swayed crazily in the wind, creating wave after wave of sound.

Under the wind’s push, the clouds continuously tumbled and descended.

It was as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

In the gusty wind, Lanci’s coat made a flapping sound, but his figure stood unmoved.

"Huff — I said we make a good pair."

Lanci exhaled, and a slight curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

Hyperion was able to distract most of Firat’s attention for him, leaving Firat no time to care about the support in the distance, which was much better than Lanci had expected.

Under such circumstances, he could cast his spells without worrying about positioning.

"Now, it’s my turn to heal you."

Lanci chuckled softly, and another new Magic Card appeared in his palm.

As the magic power was infused, the spell engraved on the Magic Card was activated layer by layer, just like a scroll being unrolled. It was triggered!

The faint but gentle Healing Power, like a spring breeze, swept across the prairie and shrouded over a distant figure.

This was a pure healing spell.

...

All those who were watching the battle in the Shadow World and the conference room at the back were slightly taken aback.

Lanci did not display any other functional Magic Card at this moment.

Instead, he conservatively used his specialized healing spell.

"A defensive counterattack is a bad move."

At the edge of the conference room, a professor with his arms crossed looked at the Magic Fluorescent Screen, his face serious.

Lanci’s current partner Hyperion was like a sharp blade. He shouldn’t have chosen to wage a war of attrition with Firat, the Position Mage.

Mistakes in decision-making and team coordination.

This couldn’t help but disappoint the teachers in the Sage Academy Conference Room who were hoping that the two freshmen could create a miracle.

But the next second.

All the teachers who saw Lanci’s actions were dumbfounded.

They had strange expressions, and they seemed to have witnessed an operation that was breathtaking.

Lanci wrongly chose his target for casting the spell!

His healing spell not only didn’t reach Hyperion, but was given to the enemy Firat instead.

"What on earth..."

"Can you even miscast a healing spell?"

Questions began to rise.

"Did he intentionally cast it on Firat?"

"That can’t be, it was a pure healing spell, non-functional, not the Poison Milk unique to priests, and Firat clearly received the healing effect."

The teachers at the healing group round table frowned, speaking with certainty.

They were all too familiar with the spell Lanci used.

It was a basic second-order healing spell, named [Slow Healing].

Just like the Vice Dean’s review of this inexplicable healing spell card.

The magic fluorescent screen showed that

Lanci took out a few more different types of failed healing cards and stacked them all on Firat.

Here, Firat who was in the middle of battle,

Had already been racked with pain due to the negative effects brought by several different kinds of healing!

In mid-air, Firat was trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he could only let out a low moan.

He wanted to roar, to curse.

But he couldn’t even make a sound.

On another side far away, on the grass,

Lanci looked at Firat from afar.

"Eh he."

Lanci smiled triumphantly.

This is the charm of [Friendly Communication].

I, Lanci, will definitely not let you cuss!

...

"..."

After a strange silence in the conference room,

They finally realized why Lanci is a White Magician!

This is a completely new concept of White Magician in the world-

Not healing teammates, but "healing" opponents.

To achieve a stable mental contamination and interference.

Purely messing with the opponent’s mentality!

To a certain extent, the teachers gradually realized.

Lanci Welfort, this guy himself possesses a type of unique and powerful taunting talent.

He clearly didn’t use any taunting skills.

But he’s capable of easily provoking people.

To the extent where they’ll throw all caution to the wind just to kill him!

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Artificial Shadow World, Elvin Plains.

The clouds in the sky were constantly rolling and changing under the push of the wind.

The distant thunder was getting closer, and occasional flashes of lightning crossed the sky over the grasslands, highlighting three shimmering figures.

With the rumbling sound, it seemed as if a downpour could begin at any moment.

Firat, like an enraged beast, had lost all his previous elegance.

He grit his teeth, his face twisted with madness and anger. The rage in his chest was like a blocked volcano: unable to erupt, but getting hotter.

Bearing the extreme pain, he couldn’t wait to skin Lanci alive!