People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

His young mind began to perceive.

Touch one's own fingertips and people will be hurt; a little impatience in one's own heart can kill people.If this turmoil snowballs and grows bigger and bigger, eventually the entire Academy City, and even the entire world will be against him, and everything may be destroyed in the end.

In order to avoid "destruction", he must keep his "feelings" locked in his heart and not show them to anyone.Bad relationships are dangerous, but good relationships can sometimes lead to jealousy and aggression.

The way to hurt no one is to be a person who can't move no matter how others treat you.A little impatience in the heart can kill others, so there should be no emotional ups and downs.Only by becoming a person like ice can we avoid losing control of our own power and endangering others.

However, the young child has already made a huge mistake at this time.

Because what he did on the contrary also turned him into a person who "doesn't care about other people's life or death" like Bing.A person who can not complain at all no matter how he is treated by others must be a person who is not interested in other people's lives at all.

And just when the white-haired child was about to step into this wrong path, the black-haired boy appeared.

The sound of "clang" metal impact reverberated, and the unknown force distorted the trajectory of the approaching projectiles. After the friction between the left and right, they changed the trajectory of each other, just avoiding the two people in front.

After the explosion of "pong", under the light of the orange flower, the white-haired child saw that the black-haired boy was about to extend his palm to the top of his head.

(He must have run away screaming because of the broken bones too. Everyone does...)

"Don't worry, it's not that bad."

A warm feeling came from the top of the head.

The white-haired child raised his head, his eyes like goose-blood stones stared blankly at the face of the boy in front of him.

The other party touched him and was not even hurt by his ability.

The other party was not afraid of him, and even wanted to protect him from Academy City's troops.

Obviously such a thing is unnecessary, because it is impossible for such a shell to hurt him, but the boy still shot the shell and bounced it away.

"you......"

The white-haired boy spoke, as if he wanted to say something.

"..."

But he stopped halfway and swallowed the words that were on the edge of his mouth.

The black-haired boy who noticed the other's expression smiled.

"Do you want to ask my name?"

"..."

There was an expression of affirmation in the ruby-like pupils, but he didn't speak.

Probably still scared.After all, let a child under ten years old face a large group of next-generation weapons, and be besieged by a pair of adults and ability users.

"My name is Sigurd, let's say I'm a 'scholar' or a 'researcher'."

"researcher?"

(Oh, sure enough. It’s also to get information about my abilities. A researcher who can deflect two cannonballs without doing anything? Is this the setting of that superhero comic?)

Although he had such thoughts, but for some reason, looking at this "researcher" with a gentle smile, the white-haired child couldn't move.

And the words he wanted to ridicule and ask back were stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.

Is he afraid?

Perhaps yes, the white-haired child is afraid that his ideas will be confirmed.

It confirmed the fact that the only boy who cared about himself and was not afraid of his own abilities came to him with a specific purpose.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"..."

The surrounding attacking troops did not know when they became quiet.

The white-haired child remained calm even under the super-standard firepower that was enough to conquer a country in an instant.

(trouble......)

However, at the last moment, a sentence with a little warmth reached the ears of everyone present again.

And this sentence means that this incident composed of various boring "misunderstandings" has also come to an end.

"my name is......"

After the child said his five-character name, he firmly imprinted the appearance of the black-haired boy and the silver cross brooch on his chest in his mind.

Since the other party recognizes and is not afraid of me, then I should do some things that can provide convenience for the other party, such as cooperating with research or something.

The very simple and pure idea prevented the child from taking the wrong path of the "iceberg", and the last trace of warmth was preserved.

Chapter 33: Aleister Crowley

There are no windows in this room.

There are no doors, no stairs, no elevators, and no walkways.As far as buildings are concerned, this room is not functional at all.

It is impossible to enter this room except by using the space movement ability of the four-level ability user.Here, it can be said to be the strongest fortress.

In this building constructed of calculative impact-diffusing composite materials, which claims to be stronger than nuclear shelters, stands a special guest.

"So? What do you want me to do?"

"Compared to this, I'm thinking about how I should call you. Although we have known each other for a while, I still care about this issue."

"As you please. A name is just a code name. No matter what it is, it is not my real name. I can't remember the aliases I used when I was acting as a mercenary in the world."

"It's like the god king in Northern Europe who has hundreds of different names."

"almost."

The space here, if called indoors, is too wide, and there is no lighting equipment at all.But the room is filled with star-like light, because countless screens and buttons are set up on the walls around the room, emitting light.

Extending from tens of thousands of instruments, large and small, tens of thousands of cables and pipes, like blood vessels extending on the ground, are all concentrated in the center of the room.

There is a huge test tube in the center of the room.

Four meters in diameter and more than ten meters in length, a cylindrical container made of tempered glass filled with red liquid.

It is said that this color represents a weakly alkaline culture solution.

Inside the test tube was a human in a green surgical suit, floating head to toe.

There are no adjectives to describe him other than the word "human".This silver-haired "human" looks like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a prisoner.Should it be said that he has obtained all the possibilities that "human beings" can aspire to, or that he has given up all the possibilities that "human beings" have?

Either way, the only thing that is certain is that only the word "human" can be used to describe him.

Compared with this "human being", this mercenary with different pupils doesn't seem so special.

Except for the dark green left pupil like a hungry wolf, it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression that they dare not look directly at.

"Then, should I call you a researcher of Academy City. Or should I call you a mercenary on the magic side? Sigurd-kun?"

"I have a lot of identities, you can even call me the owner of a London coffee shop, so you can call me the same. Put your farts away. Didn't you see that it's dinner time? Can't get a seat, are you in charge of the meal? "

Not wanting to save face at all, the black mercenary casually found a huge catheter and sat on it.

It is not the first day that the two parties have known each other. In fact, it can be said that they have known each other for quite a long time.

Both sides thought they knew the other side's details, but neither revealed something.

"About that child, what are your plans?"

"Isn't my name 'researcher' just a name?"

That's right, Sigurd is only a nominal researcher in Academy City.Although it was written as a special researcher on the identity certification, Sigurd, as a magician, was basically incompetent for the work of a researcher.

As for why this magic mercenary appeared in this technological city, the reason is very subtle.But generally speaking, he didn't take orders from Aleister. Simply put, he just expanded his business scope to Academy City.

At this time, Sigurd was accepting a commission from Aleister, and it was also a deal between the two parties on a certain "thing".

"What's your plan here?"

"Basically, it is proceeding according to the scheduled progress. 'Fantasy Killer' was also confirmed to have entered Academy City some time ago."

"What is it?"

"A boy named Kamijou Touma."

Sigurd nodded. He didn't care much about this kind of thing. Anyway, it was Aleister's plan and had no direct connection with him.

"I heard what happened in Northern Europe recently?"

"It seems that the five major associations are doing something. It is probably to suppress small and medium-sized associations in order to stabilize their dominance and other boring things."

"Because of the chaos in the world over there, the progress here has been ignored until then."

"They don't have time to take care of you, and I probably have to work again recently. The situation in Northern Europe seems to be unstable with the Puritans or the Cheng sects alone. Some things are 'reputable' but difficult to do."

Sigurd shrugged. After all, the magic side generally looked down on Academy City.

After all, as magic that has been developed for thousands of years, no one thinks that a system that threatens the status of magic can appear with only ten years of development.

"Speaking of which, there was always one thing that I was very concerned about before."

Sigurd looked at Aleister, as if he was waiting for the other party to express his doubts.

"Are you really the successor of the 'Golden Dawn'? I mean, your magic is undoubtedly an extension of the skills of the members of the 'Golden Dawn' at its peak, but the same thing is not in you Anyone's 'taste'."

"Don't you know better than me? Aleister Crowley?"

Aleister nodded without saying anything, he knew what Sigurd meant.

Aleister, who once cast a curse on that magic association, knew very well that if he was a member of that association, it would be the same even if he was a successor or follow-up member.

They will be shrouded in the shadow of failure for a lifetime, and it is impossible to succeed.It's not that no one has tried to revive the "Golden Dawn" for a hundred years, but whether it's Neta Fornario, Isri Regardi or Dion Fortune, the reason why none of them have succeeded is the same.

And this mercenary named Sigurd obviously does not meet this point, and his actions have never failed.

Since the magic side, or all the forces in this world, have recorded this mercenary, he has never failed in anything.

Don't say "failure", it feels like "Lady Luck" is living in his house. Just six years ago, he even won a super jackpot of 300 million pounds in London.

Jumping off the thick tube, Sigurd stretched.

"Then I'll leave if it's okay. I can't find anyone, and that fellow Sylvia may be going berserk."

"What's wrong with the maid?"

"'It's hard to come to a seafood country, so let's make that', and then I started planning to make 'stargazypie'. If you are interested, I don't mind sending you some to try?"