Poison Eve
Chapter-43

"Evelyn soared four levels in a week," Mikhail reminded after they were at the dinner table. "Once upon a time to level up two levels. That's too horrible, Earth! And you as his teacher." he hung his sentence dramatically, then leaned towards Nazareth from across the table. Next to his eyebrows raised high. "Not growing!" he added with a scornful attitude.

"Mike!" His wife rebuked in a soft voice.

Nazareth was not at all offended. After all, that old bitch is his teacher. "I can't even get past level twenty" he said pessimistically. Then start fighting over food with Migi Vox. "How can I get past the Apollo level. Apollo was the only Spiritual Master with the highest level in history!"

"There is always a sky above the sky!" sergeant Mikhail doesn't care. "Above the ancestral level, there are actually still two light-level levels."

"Spiritual chakra is not five, but seven!" Mikhail. "White, yellow, purple, black, red, blue and gold!"

Nazareth frowned.

"Your is the highest! It's tens of millions of years." Mikhail added.

"What about hundreds of years?" ask Nazareth.

"Only the universe is hundreds of millions of years old" continued Mikhail. "Hundreds of millions of years is a period of emptiness. There was no life hundreds of millions of years ago, Nazareth!" spicy sergeant. "And don't try to switch the conversation. I know you're not that stupid."

Aunt Gavriil hissed holding back a laugh while smothering her mouth with a palm.

Nazareth let out a short sigh and bowed, "But…"

"But you sealed half your evil in Migi Vox's body so you lost ambition!" Mikhail again cut off the word Nazareth.

Nazareth and Migi Vox simultaneously stopped scrambling and turned to Mikhail.

"You can surpass yourself, Earth Thunder!" Mikhail glared at Nazareth.

Nazareth let out a heavy sigh, placed the knife and fork onto his plate, then folded his hands in front of his chest and threw his back onto the back of the chair with a lazy look.

Migi Vox took the opportunity to cook up all the food on Nazareth's plate and spent it alone.

Aunt Gavriil laughed and shook her head at the puppet's behavior. "Slow down, Vox!" he said while filling Nazareth's plate.

Migi Vox is happy.

Mikhail glanced at Migi Vox with a slanted smile, "Your training for a year is to beat him!" said.

"A year?" Nazareth spontaneously stuttered.

"Defeat him, Earth Thunder! You are the king!" hardik Mikhail's. "Do I need to remind you that my nephew is my king?" he nodded with an irritating expression. "Unfortunately he is also my worst student and also my disappointing son!"

"But.." Nazareth looked at his puppet with a doubtful look. "He's part of me."

"Sadly he never thought you were!" sergeant Mikhail.

Aunt Gavriil screeched stifled while smothering her mouth with her fingers and turned to Migi Vox.

"He sealed half his evil in the doll" Mikhail told his wife. "All ambition, wild desire, wrathful angkara, is within him."

Gavriil Claus turned to Nazareth with squinted eyes.

Nazareth looked at his life puppet with a grim expression.

The puppet looked up at Nazareth from the table, giving the innocent look of a child. It makes it a shame for anyone who sees it.

Nazareth let out a short sigh and tapped on Migi Vox's forehead with his index tip.

Migi Vox reacted aggressively to the touch. He tried to ambush Nazareth's index finger and tried to bite him.

Nazareth moved his forefinger here and there to play Vox while thinking hard.

Aunt Gavriil watched Migi Vox with a scanning gaze.

"I know you don't care if one day Migi Vox might usurp your throne" Mikhail continued. "But what if he snatches your girl?"

Nazareth gasped at Mikhail.

Migi Vox managed to ambush Nazareth's index finger and bite his fingertip until it bled.

"Oh!" Aunt Gavriil screeched anxiously at the finger of Nazareth. Then grabbing the tissue and smothering the wound.

Nazareth looked down again at Migi Vox with a frown.

The puppet smiled obliquely with a glittering look.

Nazareth gulps. "If I hurt her, I feel her pain" she whispered more, more to herself.

"Isn't that a good exercise?" Mikhail still replied while his steps had reached the top of the stairs.

Nazareth looked up at the old man worriedly.

One year, his mind is bitter. Will you wait for me that long, Eve? Will you forgive me when I return?

Mikhail may tend to be extreme and often unreasonable. But he believes the old man can change his circumstances after a long time slumped hopelessly due to the breakup of his protective fairy.

Her aunt gently touched the back of her hand, smiled and nodded in support.

Migi Vox crept into Aunt Gavriil's lap and looked up with a clear look.

The woman bowed and smiled at Migi Vox, then rubbed the doll's head. "A proverb says, The greatest enemy is oneself" he said without taking his eyes off Migi Vox. His voice sounded like a soothing wind. "But your uncle was right," the woman finally raised her face and looked into Nazareth's eyes. "You can surpass yourself!"

Nazareth was silent.

"I can see he's getting stronger, Earth!" Aunt Gavriil glanced at Migi Vox. "If you can't control it well, you can get counterattacked."

Nazareth gulped and gulped. But didn't say anything.

"Although if Evelyn isn't Katz, you can't protect her either." Aunt Gavriil added.

"I won't let anyone take my girl, even if she's God!" whispered Nazareth. Sounds more like hope than determination.

"Defeat yourself first, Earth Thunder!" her aunt whispered back.

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The city of Angelos…

"How can it jump two more levels?" Helios clucked inexhaustibly. "It's not even a week!" he said while looking at Evelyn with a frown. "Miss, are you human?"

Evelyn gave her smile while bowing.

Three men from the talent digger group shook their heads at the giant crystal ball floating on the altar.

"Fifteen levels!" their comments.

"How old are you, Eve?" ask the owner of the crystal ball.

"Nineteen, Master!" answer Evelyn.

"It was a little late at the time of generation" said the owner of the crystal ball. "It's twelve years for women. Fifteen years for men."

Evelyn turned her head back, looking at the Talent Digger Master with renewed interest.

"Some people, at the age of eleven, have raised their protective fairy," continued the owner of the crystal ball. "Most of them had already reached level thirty by the age of twenty-five. But your growth remains too fast. In a week you have soared four levels and reached Gold Level in just three fights."

"I thought.." Evelyn hung up her sentence and was stunned. "It was just luck" he said unsure.

"Luck also includes strength, Eve!" refute Helios.

Evelyn now turned to the man.

"But congratulations!" Helios extended her hand to Evelyn.

Evelyn shook Helios' hand and thanked him, then said goodbye after a brief chat with the talent diggers, and rushed to the place where Xenephon was waiting for her.

"You have to enroll in an inter-student tournament at the Academy" Xenephon told him after they returned to the carriage. "Five winners in the Academy will be sent for the imperial-organized inter-academic tournament. It was a third stage exercise! If you get in the top five, your training is over."