In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 141 Tamamo-mae; The Deal Between Man and Demon King

"Damn old man." Rebecca said with a blank expression.

"Bad old man." Emilia smiled, and her tone was quite unkind.

Ryan touched his chin, looking back and forth between the big girl and the little girl. They occupied his sofa, and Raphael lay down between them, his cat eyes squinted, and he looked like he was watching a show.

"What does he want?"

Leaning against the wall, Ryan raised his hand. From his frown, it could be seen that he was very puzzled by Heisenberg's intentions.

"I don't know." Rebecca put her legs together, and the denim shorts couldn't cover her snow-white plump thighs, which were very sexy curves.

"Do you want to give him two shots?" Rebecca turned her head to look at Emilia, and offered the invitation with a blank expression.

Speech with low EQ: Let's go to see Heisenberg together, let's get things done first, and then I'll be at your disposal.

High EQ speech: Give him two shots.

"I have an appointment first."

Emilia straightened her skirt, her lips glowed brightly under the light, she put her hands on the sofa, and said slowly:
"I knew I wouldn't report to him."

"Does the professor have to take care of this kind of thing?" Ryan asked Rebecca, raising his brows unobtrusively.

"in spite of."

"He doesn't care about a lot of things."

Rebecca shook her head and said, "But he's getting old, and he would occasionally get involved in things that he didn't care about before."

"What should we do now?"

Ryan stood upright. He refused to solve this problem. It was more appropriate to treat the problem of who came first as a ball and kicked at the feet of these two.

The two looked at him at the same time.

He doesn't dodge or avoid, but he just refuses to send the signal.

"I'll go and tell him that you have something to do." Rebecca stood up neatly, shook her head, and put one hand in her pocket, full of coolness.

"There is nothing that has to be given now. I think it's probably because his illness has relapsed."

Rebecca's voice was very cold, like a spring hitting an ice skate, crisp and crisp.

Emilia pondered for a while.

Her eyes stayed on Rebecca all the time, and slowly drifted down, looking at Rebecca's legs.

Logically speaking, with this girl's height and muscularity, these legs shouldn't be so good-looking.

However, although Rebecca's legs were not slender, their curves were just at the limit of sensuality, and any more would be ugly. The light in the room hit the skin with a faint pearly luster.

White and delicate.

Looking from the popliteal fossa of the knee bend, you can see the blue blood vessels - further down, the soles of the feet are also very small, so cute and cherishable.

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As a doctor, Emilia had mentally "dissected" her thigh.

"Go to the professor first."

"I'll go with you."

Emilia raised her eyes, and looked at Rebecca who turned around.

Rebecca was slightly taken aback, and soon she nodded slowly.

Emilia looked down the snow-white gooseneck, and after seeing Rebecca's slightly plump latitude, she touched her chin with emotion.

"Miracle."

"The person who created this figure must be a very perverted artist."

"It's beautiful, but it's really perverted."

The eldest sister stood up, and before Rebecca felt uncomfortable, she was the first to avert her gaze.

Emilia is an adult, she keeps her head and knows what's more important.

And for Rebecca's sake, there's nothing wrong with going to see the bad old man first.

"Is this really good?"

Rebecca stepped forward and asked the air in front of her.

"For your face." Emilia showed a cute smile, "da da" twice, her feet on the white socks jumped on the ground, and she quickly came behind Rebecca.

Touching her gray and black meatballs and playing with them.

Rebecca is relaxed, let her go.

"How long are you waiting for, Operator Winster?"

The two girls turned their heads at the same time, and Rebecca raised her snow-white chin at him, signaling him to follow.

And Emilia, who called him, put on an incomprehensible smile. If there were scholars on the scene, they could draw a pie chart for analysis.

Ryan nodded and left from the corner of the wall where he lived.

Minister Rebecca and Emilia were wearing shoes in front.

Ling, who was watching all this from behind, sighed: In two lifetimes, when did so many females come to my house?
Just as he was sighing, Emilia walked out of the room first stepping on her leather shoes, and then put on a mask.

"I still want to shoot him, what should I do, little Rebecca?"

"Together."

Rebecca stepped on her boots, walked out of the room, and said with a blank expression.

Ryan closed the door behind him as he left the room.

"Da da--"

The black cat's meat pad stepped on the ground, and its big orange eyes watched the few people leave.

Shake his head.

Ugh.

These days, there are a lot of smart women, and it can be used once to pretend to be stupid, but that doesn't mean it will always be useful.

Raphael licked his lips with a weird smile on his face.

It's pretty cool to watch.

Lane felt like he had entered a zoo.

Not tourists, but as a rare species, people look at it with amazement and admiration.

"This is the boys' dormitory."

"Generally speaking, women stop in front of that door, and those who come and go can only see the affectionate and reluctant eyes."

"Who can tell me that they—"

The timing is a coincidence, it's damn early eight.

The people who cleaned up looked good, with their chests straightened out, and they came out of their respective dormitories with the damn alchemy science textbooks in their arms. The students who were about to ride the magic motorcycle to the classroom trembled three times.

The voice of doubt is endless.

Because the student saw the youthful and beautiful Minister Emilia wearing a blue mask, with her hair tied up, and dressed up.

Who is she?
Such doubts fill the hearts of countless people.

Then, they saw Rebecca wearing a jacket, hot pants and black boots, with her hands in her pockets and an expressionless expression on her face.

"Rebecca Bronsheed."

The monster is born.

The freshmen all looked at each other in unison. It looked like she was going to go to class. Then, the person who could connect her with this dormitory building——

That's right it's him.

The genius monster in the academic department.

Have a wonderful student life without going to class and earning full grade points in advance.

and.

Actually
Two girls approached the door.

A winner in every way.

Ryan, who had fallen behind, blinked.

what happened.

Citric acid in my eyes?
He watched his classmates blinking, resisting the soreness in their red eyes, sweeping them with meaningful eyes, their back molars gnawed behind their backs.

That is, he doesn't know what his classmates are thinking.

If he knew, he would definitely roll his eyes.

What a waste of time.

How about you self-mutilate demon hunting?
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"Oh!"

Rebecca raised her foot and kicked hard at the door in front of her.

The door is open.

There wasn't the smoke and smoke in the room that Ryan had imagined.

Rebecca led the two men into Heisenberg's office aggressively, and the room had a panoramic view.

The old man sat peacefully behind the wooden table, with his arms folded on the table and a smile on his face.

Only after the door slammed into the wall and let out an unbearable moan, did his eyebrows tremble indiscernibly.

"It's time to get rid of the bad habit of kicking the door when you're in a bad mood, Rebecca."

Heisenberg leaned out sideways, and greeted Emilia and Ryan behind.

"Good morning, Gina."

"Ryan, long time no see, you look very handsome today."

Lane smiled back at the professor.

Among other things, it turned out that Rebecca was a repeat offender.

No wonder she kicked the dormitory door so neatly last time.

He remembered his own C-shaped door panel, which had to be pried out from the door frame with great difficulty by the logistics boss of the academic department.

"Give me an explanation, old man!"

Rebecca hammered the table.

Everyone could see that she had saved her strength, otherwise how could this wooden table withstand such torture?
Minister Emilia leaned against the wall, with an inexplicable smile on her beautiful face, her lips slightly raised, and said, "Professor, give me an explanation."

Heisenberg, who has always been carefree, stared at the place where Rebecca punched with very painful eyes.

The old man's beard was blown by his tense breath.

This table has a special meaning.

Otherwise, Rebecca would have punched her long ago.

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"Since Gina is here, it's a coincidence."

Heisenberg took out a box from under the table, slowly lifted the lid with dry knuckles, exposing the contents to the light.

On the way here, Ryan knew the purpose of Heisenberg calling him to the office.

"The old professor is like the npc in the game, the kind that gives people props."

At that time, Ryan complained silently in his heart.

"I have a share too?"

Emilia blinked.

"Of course, this is my blessing to you, children - I hope your trip to Japan goes well."

Inside the box lay three medals.

The medal is about the size of an adult's fingernail, like a miniature round shield, the overall color is black and gray, with strange incantations engraved on it.

With the light spilled.

It seems that there is a faint blue flame burning along the spell.

"what is this?"

Emilia leaned forward curiously, and she was about to stretch out her slender fingers to touch one of the medals.

However, her hand stopped in mid-air and could not get any closer.

Emilia looked up.

It was Heisenberg who stopped her action with his thoughts. At this moment, the old man's face was a bit solemn.

All three looked at the professor.

The old man coughed.

Explained: "This thing is not 100% safe."

His words stunned the three present at the same time. Emilia slowly withdrew her fingers, waiting quietly for the professor's explanation.

"Lian, what do you think about this mission?"

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"Selena called me."

"To sum it up: it's dangerous."

Ryan has also been learning about the situation in the Far East these two days, but judging from the news from the Demon Hunting Agency and the contents of the forum, he can only get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg on the sea.

Far less serious than Serena said.

Of course, the vigilant heart is vigilant.

"Serena."

Hearing the name, the professor nodded.

Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and got straight to the point: "Kaguya Princess has kept part of the information, and the situation in the Far East is a little worse than I imagined."

"What's bad about it?"

Rebecca frowned.

"This time, it's not Huang Quan."

Heisenberg manipulated the three medals to float in the air, and said in a leisurely voice, "It's a monster."

"Demon?"

Emilia crossed her chest and asked curiously, "What kind of monster deserves the professor's attention?"

"It can't be [white-faced golden-haired nine-tailed fox] revived, right?" She smiled lightly.

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Emilia's smile subsided because she saw Heisenberg nodding his head.

"No way, Professor!"

"Tamamo-mae, revived?!"

The beautiful minister's lips were slightly parted, and his beautiful eyes were round.

She was visibly surprised.

"Before Yuzao?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes. He is no stranger to this name. He is one of the three major monsters in Japanese mythology. In his previous life, he had learned about many mythological systems of various countries because of his interest.

"The Yuzao here seems to be different from what I know."

Ryan thought.

"The Great Demon Tamamo, who stands above all the demons in Japan—"

"The killing stone she transformed into has disappeared."

"In all senses, from the observation methods of human beings using various means, it is impossible to find it, and it has disappeared in this world."

Heisenberg's words are packed with information.

He clasped his fists in both hands, and said slowly: "Although, her tail has been cut off by the Onmyoji, and she is extremely weak."

"However, there is a connection between her and [the tails]. Every time one is found, her demon power will have a qualitative leap."

Listening to the professor's narration, Ryan understood a little.

"Professor, what do you mean, Tamazamae will use Kaguya Hime to solve Huang Quan's opportunity to fish in troubled waters?"

Ryan is very unfamiliar with both Tamazamo and Kaguya Hime, but it doesn't hinder his speculation at all.

"It can be said like this."

"Kaguya Hime, must she carry out the action against Huang Quan?" A crisp female voice sounded in the office.

Rebecca said indifferently: "Since there is a bigger threat ahead, shouldn't we deal with Yuzao first?"

"The arrow is on the string and has to be sent."

Heisenberg smiled.

Save face.

Ryan stroked his chin.

"Professor, where did you get the information from?"

"Is it believable?"

Minister Emilia frowned.

Heisenberg felt a little helpless, he couldn't make them happy with such a big matter, right?

"We probably know the situation." Ryan pointed to the medal, a little curious.

"Then this thing?"

A smile appeared on Heisenberg's old face, and he said, "It's a trophy."

The three young men looked at each other, not knowing what kind of riddle Heisenberg was playing.

"In short, they are somewhat dangerous, but in a critical moment, they can save lives."

Heisenberg took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

This is the world of fire and poison.

In the middle of the vast wilderness that stretches for thousands of miles, stands a lonely magic palace, whose master is the real master of hell.

The handsome man on the throne has eyes as bright as the morning star.

He looked at the old man under the throne and said lightly.

"Why should I help you?"

The old man was smoking a cigarette, neither humble nor overbearing: "Aren't you worried about him?"

"That's just one piece." The Demon King said calmly without the dominance of a "King".

"Besides, if he dies, his soul will completely belong to me."

"Ha ha--"

The old man sneered and said, "You can fight against Michael? Don't you be afraid, the angels took the lead to snatch his soul—"

The old man exhaled smoke rings, his voice full of sarcasm.

"They are the best at destroying [treasures], aren't they?"

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"Make a deal." The Demon King nodded.

"You, and my subordinates, come to a fight."

The voice of the Demon King echoed in the Demon Palace.

The old man bit his cigarette, and slowly took out a pistol from his coat pocket. His teeth were as sharp as knives in his grinning lips.

"make a deal."

He smiled grimly.

Heisenberg swallowed the tea, swallowing the bloody smell in his mouth together.

"Goodbye, Professor."

Emilia blinked playfully, then walked out the door, followed closely behind Ryan, and left.

"Oh!"

"Hope you have a great day, kids!"

He laughed loudly towards the backs of several people.

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In dealing with the devil, he has always been the one who wins more.

Thinking of this, Heisenberg smiled gratifiedly.

(End of this chapter)