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Weston had been exposed to magic a few times in this world, but those were just money to fool a group of brats. Even if the brats saw the magician when they got home, their parents wouldn't care.

But it's different for a high school student. If the girl with glasses reports herself as a cult member, the police may find him and find some clues by calling the video.

"Please don't hide it, Your Excellency the magician who is hiding in the city."

"... Secondary illness?"

Does anyone dare to speak in this tone outside in this day and age?

The embarrassment is about to commit, even he will only talk to the river by the road alone.

"Eh?" The image of a serious, old-fashioned and mysterious magician in the original impression suddenly collapsed.

"Do you know modern languages?" the glasses girl asked in surprise.

Weston laughed and said, "Do you think I came out of the deep mountains?"

He looked at the other party, and without any hesitation, he released a hypnotic spell.

The glasses girl's eyes suddenly became clouded.

Weston walked over, searched her clothes a few times, and took out a mobile phone and wallet.

I opened my wallet and looked at it. There was a student card, a bank card, and 3000 yen notes.

"What's the password?" Weston felt like a member of the legendary organization who used drugs to dig out his kidneys.

"302302!"

"..."

Weston paused for a moment, the number was unrememberable, but he didn't care too much, put the bank card and 3000 yen into his arms, and glanced at the mobile phone and ID card.

"My real name is Shimazaki Yuna? My screen name is Shimazaki Setsuna? It really looks like the name of an AV heroine and a hot-blooded protagonist..."

After putting the ID in the wallet and returning it to the other party, Weston hypnotized the other party to leave.

Staring at the back of the other party before leaving, Weston might not have the idea of ​​killing someone to silence him.

This is his second one-way direct contact with people in this parallel time and space world. The previous one can only be regarded as [convenience store] → [middle-aged uncle]

This way of committing crimes left behind many loopholes that Weston could recall now.For example, the monitoring of withdrawing money, the other party discovering that the money in the bank card has disappeared and reporting to the police, and verifying fingerprints, these are only guesses that he, a layman, can speculate. If it is a professional criminal investigation... it can only be said that modern cities are troublesome, and Weston wants to go back to his hometown. In the Great Celestial Dynasty, the current amount of mana cannot pass through customs and airports.

"For the time being, the food and money are enough for a period of time. During this time, we must target a government official and get an identity certificate. But I have to prepare some of my previous conjectures. On Friday, the group of elementary school students should start from Pass over there."

Holding paper and pen, Weston began to describe.

[The black-haired young man wearing a deacon uniform, that is me...]

……

On Friday, a group of brats came to his site after school, sat by the small river and started their adventure with PSPs. There were only four of them in total, but there were more than a dozen people watching the battle.

Weston walked forward with the notebook he had prepared.

I vaguely heard "Online" "The final boss is here, save it!", "Did you give me a weapon?" "The boss is dying!" "You killed us all again!"

A defeat in a battle came quietly, and Weston watched all this with a blank expression.

Think about how he was only able to play Tetris and Snake for five yuan a piece with his friends when he was young. Now that elementary school students have already brought mobile phones and PSPs, there is always a kind of obsolete feeling that is eliminated by the times. Feel.

But the plan was to go ahead, and Weston stepped forward.

For the arrival of this strange man in a tattered cosplay costume, the elementary school students still subconsciously huddled together and looked at him vigilantly.

"I am the great magister from Orari..."

"Idiot?", "Is it an idiot?", "Wizards are like Santa Claus, they don't exist!", "Stop lying, uncle."

"..."

Don't children nowadays even have dreams?It's so sad...

"Flame—!" Weston acted like a cultist, mobilizing the remaining magic power in his body to draw the void.

Dots of shattered magic particles gathered an unstable crimson magic matrix, which quickly changed the surrounding chill that had gradually entered the night.A fireball gathered in Weston's palm and floated in front of all the pupils.

All the children looked at all of this with dumbstruck eyes, and said in a daze, "This, this..."

"Warm, not a trick." And sad kids trying to be superstitious about science.

"Fire, Fireball!?" The bear swallowed, looked at the magician character in the PSP in his hand, and began to compare.

"It's true!"

The eyes of the primary school students were excited. This is their fate and chance, right?Become a magician and win the heart of the most beautiful school belle in the school. Beauty is only for the strong!

"Want to learn? Sit down and listen to me tell a story first?" Weston released the magic of the last psychological suggestion, and the remaining magic power disappeared.

A group of brats quickly calmed down after being ordered to [Focus] and [Fantasy].

Next, he took away his notebook and began to read:

"The black-haired young man in a deacon's uniform, that's me..."

It lasted more than an hour [sermon], and the plot stopped after the story about defeating the mutant goblin.

He has already clearly felt that the magic power in his body is warming up. Although it has not reached the most powerful level, this feeling is enough to make him happy.