I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 92 The Magician's Secret
"Sorry, I'm already in."

Slightly teasing tone, deep and warm voice.

In Vincent's ears, it brought an undeniable sense of horror.

Slowly, stiffly, he turned his head little by little.

In sight, there was a man in a windbreaker, tall, but also very thin, with an unbelievably handsome appearance, and those blue eyes were like two clear springs.

In addition, a black muzzle was pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

The dim light in the room slanted in from the edge, covering it with a slightly eerie golden color.

"Hoo, this place is really hard to find. I turned around a lot downstairs before I found your ghost place."

The man was talking, looking at the environment in the room, and then turned his eyes to Vincent in front of him, with the corners of his mouth upturned:
"Introduce yourself, SBI Third Action Team, Dante Ashburn."

The night wind passed through the oriel window and flowed through the room through the crack of the door that was just opened, bringing some coldness. Vincent only felt his hands and feet were cold, and stood there for a while, hesitating, without saying a word.

"That's why your magic uses ritual magic unusually? Not techniques, props and the like."

As soon as the words fell, there was a "poof"!
This sound was no stranger to Dante. It was the breaking of bones and muscles, and the unique melody of icy sharp blades piercing through the skin.

Vincent showed a somewhat stiff and depressed expression, "At this point, I have violated the federal secrecy regulations. According to the regulations, I need to be punished as I should."

"Not long, just over a year."

"Let me guess, you should have received a generous reward, which is enough to relieve the difficulties you are facing, and it is so rich that you can completely ignore the meaning behind those ritual magic.
And the other party should just want you to pass on those rituals, and the rest has nothing to do with you,

But trust me, I really didn't know those rituals could be so harmful, I don't have the ability to tell! "

Vincent raised his hand without any emotion, and the ghostly dagger began to enter and exit, making a series of "pop" sounds.

"You praise." Vincent fixed his mind, raised his hands, and signaled that he would not have any resistance, and said:

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?" He tentatively pretended to be confused.

After a long time, I finally murmured in a low voice:
"You're really smart, sir."

"When did you join the St. Will Magic Association?"

"No, you understand very well."

"I do not understand what you mean."

Dante kept the corners of his mouth upturned.

The hotness of the body began to be uncontrollable, and the hidden dangers of being promoted have become unshakable torments every night.

"Lenolan is only for the tour?"

"If you like to watch magic tricks, I can take the initiative to report to the SBI office and perform the show unconditionally."

So even if the Special Investigation Bureau finds you, you just need to pretend to be ignorant and tell the police officer who came to the door."

"It seems that you attach great importance to the cultivation of talents."

While speaking, he shrugged his shoulders, lowered his voice, and imitated Vincent's previous tone:

And the revolver, which was so close to pulling the trigger, made Vincent have no doubts about one thing: as long as he showed any extra movement now, such as raising his hand, retreating, etc.
The bullet will definitely bloom a beautiful flower on his head.

Dante put down his hand and put the revolver back into the pouch, as if he had already decided on the opponent.

Vincent lowered his head slightly, with a respectful expression: "I guarantee that I only revealed a little bit of the effect of ritual magic, so those with minor circumstances like mine are usually imprisoned for 30 days, or a fine of 20 pounds is paid."

Dante looked directly at the other party, as if he didn't notice the magician's slightly retreating footsteps,

It was exactly 11:30 p.m. at this time.

"I have always had the necessary respect for federal law enforcement agencies."

He raised his head slowly, with an undisguised sarcastic smile on his lips: "But you are smart, a little too confident."

Vincent turned around and didn't look at the corpse again. Because he used his ability, he felt the whispering female voice suddenly became more intense.

"Yes sir, this is a requirement of the Association, and we do it in every province. And there is a legal certificate issued by the House of Representatives."

"You shouldn't let your guard down like this, especially when you're facing a magician."

"My lord, I'm just an ordinary magician, and I don't know the real function of those ritual magic at all.

The detective lowered his head and looked at a dagger piercing his chest from the back, with blood gurgling from the tip of the knife.

"Of course, to make money."

Why should the poor make things difficult for the poor? Dante suppressed this untimely thought, knowing that he should explain it.

The dim light became more dim, and the sarcastic smile became more sarcastic.

"After all, our goal has always been to become the best magician group in the entire Federation."

The other party appeared here at such a late hour, so it was obvious that he was not passing by.

I admit that I violated the confidentiality regulations, I express my remorse for those poor people who lost their lives, and I am even willing to accept a certain degree of punishment!

"I heard that you are a real magician, so I came here tonight to see you."

After a long silence, Vincent lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to answer next.

He paused, and said a little shyly, "I choose 30 days in prison."

Vincent's figure was still standing in front of him, but the dagger that appeared from behind was as unpredictable as a ghost.

Therefore, when the blood gushed out from the gap in his chest, Dante still maintained his expression from the previous moment, until the other party finished the last sentence, he finally restrained his smile and frowned.

Dante paused for a moment, with an obvious sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered:
"Am I right? Magician."

Instead, he suddenly thought of the picture left by Anthony before his death. Dante was still thinking divergently until this time.

The notebook should have been picked up, if I hurry up here, maybe I can go back and get a good night's sleep
"Your attitude of admitting mistakes is beyond my imagination, Mr. Magician."

Their families are already very difficult, and some people can’t even wear a new dress all year round. They send their children to the Magic Association because they think this is a good opportunity given by God, a good opportunity to change their destiny.”

"Okay sir, I admit my mistake."

"It seems that you are very familiar with the regulations."

"I heard that you also recruit magic apprentices, only children aged 7 to 12."

Everything was too sudden.

The corpse fell to the ground, a hole visible to the naked eye had been poked out in the chest, the heart was shattered, and a large amount of plasma spattered out.

boom!
A muffled sound.

"What the fuck! Here we go again!"

Dante leaned forward slightly, "However, the question of what to convict and how to measure it is not something you should consider.
You are wrong, why do you choose children to start with?They are also children from poor families.

He was panting heavily, and before he even had time to deal with the unlucky and arrogant handsome man on the ground, he dragged his body to the door of the bathroom, and was about to take another shower.

The moment his hand was placed on the faucet switch.

"It turns out that your secret is uncontrollable desire."

The voice of the member of the Special Bureau suddenly came from behind again.

(End of this chapter)