A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Chapter 79 24. Freemasonry

The door to the room was pushed open the next moment, and Rebecca came in. She was a created wizard. Because of her intelligence, she was deeply loved by His Excellency Metalia.

But there was another person behind her, a boy with reddish-brown hair and freckles on his face. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

But the smile on his face was not what a sixteen-year-old boy should have. Metalia immediately realized what it meant - a wizard was using witchcraft, or a witchcraft creature was possessing him. On the body.

"Your Excellency, he said he wanted to see you." Rebecca lowered her head and said, "And... he used some kind of witchcraft to turn our people into stone sculptures..."

Lord Metalia frowned and immediately looked out the window.

Just as Rebecca said, the Metalias who were still doing their own thing just now were frozen in place, like a group of ancient Greek sculptures.

As a B-level wizard, he realized another thing. The person who could do such a thing could only be a B-level wizard.

Logically speaking, wizards who have reached level B can already sense the approach of other wizards, but the wizard in front of him is possessed by a weak being and mixes with the aura of other wizards here, which makes Metalia Not aware.

"I understand, step back." Metalia waved her hand, signaling Rebecca to leave.

The latter bowed slightly obediently and walked out of the room. Her rating was only 5C, and the conversation between the two in front of her was obviously beyond her ability to intervene.

After the door to the room was gently closed, Metalia slowly looked at the freckled boy and asked.

"What have you done to my children?"

"No, it's nothing." The freckled boy, or William, or "Potter" smiled.

He then leisurely pulled up a stool and sat across from Metalia.

"I just...made them a little harder. Haha, I just wanted to prevent them from making too much noise. They will soften up after a while."

"I didn't expect that Saint Francis, besides Santos, would have a B-class." Metalia said solemnly, the witchcraft of the person in front of him was not the ability that Santos possessed.

"This is beyond the city and beyond California's feeding limits."

The upgrading of wizards comes at the cost of loss of life, and the emergence of new wizards and monsters is not rapid. The birth of each high-level wizard takes a long time, and Metalia has already killed many people in order to be promoted to B-level. Nearly half of the state is in the C-level, and it is unlikely that new C-levels will appear in a short time.

"Sorry for the poor reception, I am Buster Metalia." Metalia said, "I want to know who is the guest behind the body in front of me."

"José Juan Diego."

Jose smiled and said: "This is my real name. I hope you can feel my sincerity. If I were dealing with other people, I might give another name - 'Masonic Potter'."

"Freemasonry?" Metalia was stunned for a moment, "I thought you were just an organization that appeared in folklore and newspapers."

"There are too many things you don't know, Your Excellency." Jose shook his head and continued.

"Just like you don't know about 'crossing the line', you don't know that the United States has its own 'minions' in the wizarding world, you don't know about my coming, and you don't know that you have been invited by the Freemasons."

Metalia ignored the possibly sarcastic part of his words and took note of his last words.

"Invitation from Freemasonry, is this why you came to me?"

"That's right." Metalia smiled and nodded.

"Haha, logically speaking, your rating is not enough to join us... But your witchcraft is very interesting. In other words, since 1717, there has never been such a witchcraft that can create a group of demons. What an army."

"You don't need to say anything about the power of my witchcraft." Metalia said coldly, "But you have to know that I don't like to be restrained, and I am not so depressed that you can help me."

"No, no, this is not charity, this is cooperation." Jose smiled and said, "I think you are not interested in listening to me about the ideas and goals of Freemasonry, but I know what you are interested in, and we can help You - help you take back what you once had, and even help you kill Santos Robbins."

After Metalia heard this condition, he was stunned for a moment, then thought about it for a while, then shook his head.

"Of course you can," he said, "but after this? Do you think the United States will let me go?"

"Yes, I thought that the wizarding world in this country was nothing more than a land without one, but that was just the stupid judgment of a guy who had just stepped into the B-level. Now I know I was wrong."

"If the government can accept the Robbins family into a real society of power, it must mean that they have the power to absolutely suppress the Robbins... Are they A-level wizards? Or some kind of terrifying weapon against wizards? Or me Something unimaginable?" "I don't know why they don't use that power now, but when I devour Santos, do you think they will turn a blind eye?"

Jose listened patiently and shook his head.

"No, we won't just waste a precious B-class."

"You seem to have a strange prejudice against us. You think we are here to harm you and have some malice towards you, but you have to know that we are not a terrorist organization and have no grievances against the Robbins family. We do not It's too childish to lead two Class Bs to kill each other just for a boring terrorist attack."

"If we invite you to join, then we must have a way for you to leave safely. Killing Santos Robbins and destroying the Robbins family's power in St. Francis are gifts and favors we give you, not An adventure.”

Metalia still shook his head in disdain. He didn't believe that anyone could make such an understatement of killing a Class B and destroying the forces behind him, and then escaping the wrath of the most powerful country in the world.

"Everyone can tell lies."

"No, I'll give you a convincing reason," José smiled, "but I need a brain."

These words made other people in the room feel cold. Obviously, the brain would not belong to Metalia or Diego, so it could only be obtained from them.

Metalia frowned, thinking about the possibility that the man in front of him was a liar.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to give it a try.

Metalia looked around with cold eyes, and every time he looked at a person, that person would tremble unconsciously.

His eyes finally landed on Ochoa, whose legs were already shaking.

"I remember I gave you a favor." Metalia said calmly.

"Ah...ah...yes, yes..." Ochoa said incoherently, fluid leaking from his crotch.

"Then, this is the price you should pay."

The latter did not have the right to answer again. The next moment, Ochoa's body suddenly stiffened, and then he collapsed weakly and fell to the ground, his expression still frozen on his face.

There was already something in Metalia's hand. It was a soft white object with thin blood streaks attached to it, like a piece of fresh suet.

The rest of the people present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, especially Gallardo, who just thought it would be him.

"What you want." Metalia handed the thing to Jose.

The latter held it in both hands and gently took it, uttering an obscure word in his mouth.

"Olam ha-Atziluth."

Immediately afterwards, the brain in his hand began to emit bright white light, and then concentrated inwards and liquefied, as if a piece of fresh tofu melted into soy milk.

In just a few breaths, a liquid ball condensed on Jose's hand. He picked up a wine bottle on the table and put the liquid ball inside.

The light still did not disappear, as if there was a sun in the wine bottle. What was even more terrifying was that the light seemed to be able to penetrate the eyelids. Even with their eyes closed, they could still see the light piercing their souls very clearly.

Along with the light comes an invisible deterrent - like the deterrent of the sun, this deterrent gradually spreads and permeates the room.

Benjamin, the weakest person present, experienced this most strongly. The moment he saw the light, fear and uneasiness filled his brain, as if only committing suicide at this time could stop this uneasiness.

Metalia was also shocked. He could clearly feel the original breath in this liquid ball... No, such pure light, the rating of this liquid is...

"A-level." Jose said with a smile, "This liquid can complement your witchcraft, allowing you to perform it once with an A-level attitude."

"Haha... Have you ever thought about how the fully-fledged witchcraft in your hands will evolve when you reach A-level? You can already create wizards in batches at B level?"

"Now you can know the answer."

"You will make the 'mother' the Virgin, and she will give birth to a true god."

(End of this chapter)