I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"You can't do this. I'm a lecturer at the Clock Tower, and I'm protected by the Magic Association." Fiers reminded in a deep voice.

"what are you saying?"

"I know that I have done some things wrong, but these things have failed before they are implemented. I can use the magic collected from outside the family to compensate you. There is no need for this matter to make such a big fuss.

It is said that your memory has been lost, so I want to remind you - the results of killing me are not directly proportional to the results of letting me go.

Although you have privileges as a magician, if you break the rules of the Magic Association, you will be punished.And the Animsfia family behind you and the monarch of the astronomical department are also inseparable.

And hold me back, I'll tell you all the information.I also swear by the contract that I will not target you again. "

Du Lin stared at Phils in front of him speechlessly, and whispered, "Are all you magicians like this?"

"You magicians?" Phils subconsciously asked.

"A little disappointed." Du Lin raised his ice gun.

In the distance, a woman with a suitcase hurried over: "Wait!"

"Yeah, yip!" Little Aita forcibly pulled Du Lin's chin with her fleshy little hand and turned her head to look over.

What a bright orange hair!But for her words... I don't know why there is a kind of 'it's the other way around'

The ice spear that was swung fell more quickly.

Chi!

One shot pierced Phils' throat directly. The freezing air from the ice gun melted into his blood vessels, and even his blood froze in an instant.

Fiers' trembling eyes widened, and he looked at the cold and decisive magician in front of him in disbelief.

Strength has never been the hallmark of a magician, only knowledge and reason have!

How could he do it, especially in London...

There are no mistakes in the study of magic, so shouldn't attack be the beginning of acknowledging mistakes?

Besides, he obviously still has value, and he obviously shouldn't die like this.

Why?The behavior of this being in front of him is completely devoid of the rationality of a magician, only barbaric...

With an incomprehensible confusion, Phils' consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

Until his death, Phils couldn't understand why he was still killed after choosing to surrender.

Or... a question about whether Durin Gordo belongs to the same category.

When Phils's unrepentant aorta stopped, Du Lin pulled out the ice gun whose front end was dyed red, and then turned it into frost fragments, which dissipated with the wind.

"Auntie, who are you?"

"Well...that's really too much. Regardless of our physical age, don't think that your soul can pretend to be innocent in front of me. How many times do you want to lie."

Not far away, the orange-haired woman snorted speechlessly, and arrived near with a large suitcase: "Really. What he said is not wrong. You will get yourself into trouble if you do this."

"Trouble?" Du Lin looked at the woman in front of him.

A bronze-colored hair accessory that obviously contains magic power, with a ponytail like a ponytail, brown glasses with rims, a British fashion robe on the outside, a pure white dress on the inside, and black high-heeled boots Up to the knees, a plump figure with bumps... Well, it belongs to its own series of dishes.

However, this feeling of distraction was quickly extinguished in Du Lin's heart.

He waited for what the sudden visitor would say next, and was even more curious about how the other party broke his idler's retreat barrier.

"Ah... With your current strength, you can indeed ignore a lot of troubles. But if you continue to kill like this, there is a mysterious dean in the Clock Tower that I have never seen before, and a parallel world jeweler who often wanders. It hasn't been seen in years, but these are hidden threats."

This teaching tone made Du Lin feel a little subtle, and his mind was in a trance for a while.

A sense of sight followed, as if such a conversation had already left a deep imprint on the body.

The orange-haired woman who arrived still didn't stop talking. She turned around and glanced at the camera on the telephone pole above her head: "And this. You really treat all magic tricks as fools. Such an attitude will arouse disgust."

"Can you see?"

"It's not just me, the twelve families of the Clock Tower should have discovered it. They haven't dispatched now, probably because there is an Animsfia family behind you!"

Du Lin's face was startled, and he lowered his voice and said, "BB."

biu!

The breath-blocking spell protected on the coat disintegrated directly, and a dark halo appeared all over Du Lin's body. He looked at the opposite woman in surprise.

"Well, that's really impolite. I think it's better to allow me to introduce myself. After all, it's a rare "first meeting" again. Compared with the last meeting with no aftertaste, I hope this official meeting can be normal . "

"what?"

The woman stretched out her hand: "I am Aozaki Chengzi, a puppeteer."

"You know me..." Du Lin stared at him scrutinizingly, and this sense of sight became stronger and stronger.

Observing the other person's face carefully, Du Lin suddenly found that his impression of the woman in front of him was not completely lost.

Cang Qi Chengzi...is exactly the same as the woman in his memory fragments, the depraved female white-collar worker wearing a white shirt and smoking a cigarette.

But that was supposed to be 1994...

Spanning 23 years, this woman... Is she an old woman in essence?

Cang Qi Chengzi shook his head slightly: "Knowledge or non-knowledge, how do you define this? Suppose you define a person's existence as a soul, extend its memory from the soul, and then extend from the memory to the body. Then I know Your soul knows your body, but it cannot know your memory."