Inka Printed out the Shura Field

Isn't this just another place to eat dim sum?

Mr. 12 stood up and left.

Roger watched him leave silently.

He picked up the carbon copy magic paper and recorded the song he had just memorized.

"Oh? Why are you recording this?"

"Go back and ask Lindsay to write a score for me." Rogge said, "Maybe there is something I want on it."

"Does Lindsay still have this?"

"I don't know." Rogge shrugged his shoulders and said, "You can learn if you don't."

Alice suddenly showed a look of disdain: "You have a face like a big boss."

"Roger..."

The two were on the way out, and Alice suddenly asked:

"Do the three jade stones really exist?"

"what?"

"The opera just now." Alice glared at Rogge, "Didn't you watch it?"

"Look, the heroine has a good figure." Rogge commented.

Alice stepped on Roger angrily.

Although I know he is joking.

"Compassion, sincerity, and courage." Alice said, "Only by possessing these can one become a true human being..."

Roger looked at Alice, smiled and said, "That's so naive, Alice."

"Ugh?"

"Whether it's three pieces of jade, or seven deadly sins, eight deadly sins and nine deadly sins." Rogge said, "Human beings can't sum it up so easily. If it were so easy to sum up, there would be no endless vocabulary to evaluate human beings. gone."

"That's it."

"Human nature is too complicated." Rogge said, "But people always try to quantify themselves. It seems that as long as they combine what they want, they can piece together a person."

"There are so many complicated labels, I'm afraid I won't be able to understand them all my life." Rogge looked at the sunset, recalled the past life of the earth, and laughed angrily, "Sometimes I really feel that, rather than understanding people, I might as well go to Try to understand cats and dogs, at least I can understand what they are doing, some people's behavior is too confusing."

"Alice." Roger said.

"Ok?"

"Don't try to understand what you don't need to understand in order to get closer to me." Rogge smiled, "You are my Rogge's puppet and my most precious family."

"Compared to people, I still prefer dolls." Rogge gave Alice a thumbs up.

Alice looked at Rogge with his back to the sunset, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"After all, I have touched every part of your body with my own hands... Pfft!!!"

Alice hit Roger in the stomach with a hammer to the head.

011 The Conspiracy of the Magic Glory Society

"Go." Alice said to Roger suddenly.

"What?" Roger asked.

"Didn't you keep paying attention to the front left when you were watching the opera just now? Is there something you care about?" Alice shook her legs and looked at the quiet lake. "Don't delay your journey because of us." matter."

Rogge rubbed Alice's head and said, "Please, aren't you guys my main job?"

Alice curled her lips and said, "Disgusting."

After finishing speaking, she turned over and returned to Rogge's deck.

Roger knew what Alice meant.

Standing by the lake and waiting for a long time.

"The Dragon and the Three Jade Stones" is a very long opera, usually three or four hours long.

Roger and Alice came here in the afternoon, and it was already dusk when they came out after watching the opera.

The orange-red sunset embellishes the western sky as if it is being burned by flames, which is very spectacular.

He played with the magic gem in his hand.

It seems that a passing tourist is admiring the magnificent sunset.

A man in a black windbreaker came from not far away.Roger knew that he was Mr. 12, the organizer of the astrology meeting.

The astrological meeting is held once a month, and Rogge has only been there once, and the rest of the time, he let the avatar go, so that even if the line is not interrupted, it can not arouse Mr. 12's suspicion.

When holding horoscope meetings, Mr. 12 always hides his true face in a hood, and wears a mask dotted with stars on his face.

Rogge pretended to turn around casually, just in time to see Mr. 12's face.

This is the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.

camouflage.

Roger saw it right away.

He stretched his waist and let Mr. 12 go away.

The automatic book was spread around the entire opera house by means of the miniature dolls spread by Rogge, and a detection network composed of pure magic power without the slightest fluctuation of magic power was spread out around here.

Rogge is looking for someone who also has the breath of the red moon.

It is impossible for Mr. 12 to come here for no reason.

Either he came here for business, after all, he thought his task was completed.

Or there are new tasks.

If it is the latter, this is the opportunity Rogge has been waiting for for a long time.

He had been passively waiting for the Magic Glory Association to make trouble, so it was too long and very unstable to figure out the composition of Hongyue and the cause of his grandfather's death.

Instead of waiting in place, Rogge is more willing to take the initiative.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly.

From perception, only Mr. 12 was walking slowly.

In the rest of the place, there is no trace of the crimson moon.

Rogge was not surprised. Not all members of the Magic Glory Society had the magic power of the red moon, which he had expected before.

Albert told him that the Magic Glory Association was the product of an old-age magician who huddled together to keep warm.This type of association was everywhere in the early days of the magic ban, so it didn't attract too much attention from the four empires.

But along with the development, extremes always unknowingly replaced peace. Some magicians who felt that something was wrong withdrew from the Magic Glory Association, but more magicians with extreme thoughts joined.

The entire association is becoming more and more extreme and stubborn.

In the end, accompanied by a firework, people's last trace of pity for the magicians of the old age was blown away.

There is still no public opinion on whether the magic ban is right or not, but indiscriminately harming ordinary people and magic card masters in order to protect the magic of the old age, they have violated the bottom line of morality.

Life is the most basic morality and the most conservative morality.

Rogge came to the conclusion from the Internet tormenting in his previous life that the more oppressive these extreme guys become, the more extreme they will become. They will only remain silent and will not repent.

Dead nature does not change.

His fingers tapped lightly on the railing.

Waiting for the figure of Mr. 12 to completely leave his perception.

He leisurely walked into a nearby alley, and it was no longer Roger Finch who came out after a long time, but Merlin with a walking stick and a top hat.

Roger tapped the ground with his cane.

Step by step, they came to the backstage of the opera house.

Backstage staff are busy, they are all preparing for the evening performance.

Some of the actors are resting, some are reciting lines, and some are practicing singing.

The entire backstage was messy, without any glamor on the stage.

Roger passed through the crowd and went straight to the lounge.

No one stopped him, because in their view, such a person did not exist.

He walked from room to room, wandering around, as if he was taking a walk, or like a pervert who had gained invisibility for the first time, trying to find a target, doing something shady.

Push open the seventh door.

Inside was a fat man, who was writing something with his head bowed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned his head subconsciously, and then saw Roger at the door.

At that moment, he froze for a moment.

"It's not that..." he said.

Roger raised his cane and tapped lightly on the door frame.

Then he smiled and said, "Ah, I found you."

At that moment, the man's eyes sharpened.He suddenly took out the sheet music he was writing in his hand.

A piece of music came to mind from his fingertips.

"Oh, music magic." Rogge sighed, "It's really an elegant thing, but unfortunately, there are only a few I can learn. Do you want to hear my singing? Don't worry, no one will die..."

Just as Roger was about to continue talking, the man rolled his eyes and passed out.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, then looked down at the automatic bookmark on the back of his hand.

"Hey, I forgot to turn off the plug-in." Rogge muttered, "Automatic secretary, there is no need to rebound this kind of magic in the future. It is too much for you to use S-level magic to rebound B-level magic."

Even so, the work in hand was not delayed for a moment.

Roger picked up the cane and tapped the man's forehead lightly.