Real Name God

　　 Shi Koudi heard the words, but did not feel any lightness or joy, but felt cold all over.

Because she never knew about this, since the other party can set up her body protection technique silently, she can naturally also set up some kind of prohibition that can take her life and push her into desperation at any time; or the so-called "protection" "Shenju" itself is a kind of prohibition that can take effect at a critical moment...

　　 Just based on Miss Witch's understanding of the teacher, the bad things she can think of-no matter how despicable and evil, the other party can do it-even more unscrupulous than she thought.

　　 This is not unfounded worry, and Shi Koudi immediately realized that the other party's answer was also clear: it was a threat, a beating. This is not a good sign, she thought. Communicating with the legendary wizard is indeed a dangerous job to seek the skin of a tiger. If you don't pay attention, you will get deep in the quagmire and hard to get out.

　　 Next, if she didn't have the courage to prefer jade to pieces, she would not be able to show her position as firm as in the past.

"Thank you."

　　 Shi Cordy did not express dissatisfaction, but changed a slightly more respectful tone and bowed to Longman Hall in salute. She didn't feel angry. On the one hand, she had expected it, and on the other hand, the anger of the incompetent was always so meaningless. She didn't want to be dazzled by this lack of value anger.

　　 will use all things and people that can be used. This is the characteristic of the wizard group. They don't have much commendable morality. It is impossible for a wizard to follow the rules like a knight.

　　 What's more, Longman Hall is dignified and overpowering. He has the ability to kill himself in the blink of an eye. This is the simplest and most naked use. If she were to be a legendary wizard herself, she would probably casually threaten some valuable subordinates with similar meanings.

　　 Shi Koudi just felt a little... a little frustrated.

The various efforts she made in the past are like a puppet man who is controlled by someone to dance on the stage with a silk thread hidden behind her, but the man does not know anything about it, struggling hard, waving her hands and feet, thinking Able to break free from the shackles of destiny and power.

　　 But after all, it is an illusion. The fragility is like a bubble on the water, and the breath will disappear. The weak cannot really grasp the direction of their own destiny, just like a small boat sailing on rough seas... If you can't become a legendary wizard like Lord Rasputin, she might have to live in Longman Hall for the rest of her life. Under the shadow.

　　 Or, choose another person who can provide asylum? A figure wearing a mask standing on a high tower unconsciously appeared in her mind.

　　...Of course, what the young witch didn't know was that if she spoke her own words, she would definitely resonate with the unattainable "Master Rasputin" in her eyes.

　　 "You can stay with Rasputin during this time."

　　 Longman Hall turned to the edge of the table and raised the glass again.

　　 "If you have something to report to me in time. But if it doesn't matter, don't contact me. So as not to raise doubts. Be his assistant with peace of mind."

"......Yes."

　　 "This is a good thing for you. Isn't it?"

　　 Langman Hall smiled, and put the wine glass full of bright red liquid to his mouth. The wine stained the beard beside the man's lips. The other party showed the look that disgusted her again.

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Night falls.

　　 I don't know when it started, the night was so dense that it couldn't be turned away, and the surrounding area gradually became invisible. The temperature by the lake was lower than elsewhere, and she felt a moist chill approaching. Shikoudi finally recovered, and walked towards the house that exudes warm light.

There is no ability to refuse, and there is no reason to refuse. Starting tomorrow, she will temporarily withdraw from the Black Blood Society and join the Rasputin School. Although it is only cooperation in name, since her teacher has said that, I'm afraid I can't go back during this time, and even the people from the Black Blood Society may not be able to see it.

　　 Does this mean that Longman Hall intends to kick himself out of the decision-making level in the school? Judging from his own special status and the other's attitude, this is not impossible.

　　 All subordinates are just a tool in the eyes of the leader. The difference lies in rarity and ease of use. For the legendary wizard, the real value of Shikoudi lies in the blood of the destiny witch. As for other capabilities, they are not irreplaceable.

　　 In other words, Longman Hall can completely imprison himself, and then force himself to use his abilities when needed. Once she thought of this possibility, she couldn't help shaking.

This is one of the reasons why Shikodi feels distressed, and the other reason is that he doesn’t know how to get along with Master Rasputin: a sudden opportunity to go to the other person’s side is really good for him. ? She herself did have the idea of ​​wanting to understand the other party more deeply. UU read www.ukanshu.com but it shouldn’t be for this reason.

　　 As the chief student, Shi Koudi cannot hide his whereabouts from the outside world. After this incident spreads, everyone on the tower will know the news that the two wizard leaders have chosen to form an alliance. I think it will cause an uproar?

　　 From the moment Rasputin-sama nodded, it was equivalent to acquiescing to the development of the situation. This is also part of the cooperation. However, how would he treat himself who was forced to come by? In case you don't want to see you...

　　 She stretched out her hand and rubbed her somewhat cold face blown by the night wind, and stepped onto the stairs. The door is not locked. There is no need to worry about robbers in this house where the witch lives.

　　 Shi Koudi opened the door and saw a dim light in the room. A warm fire was burning in the fireplace, making a faint fragrance linger. The decoration in the room is not luxurious. The white walls, red carpets, plain curtains and vases give a warm feeling of home.

　　 In addition to the oil paintings hanging on the walls, there are a few pots of flowers under the stairs that have been carefully taken care of by my roommate. The decorations on the exhibition table are handicrafts made by her. Some are clumsy and some are delicate. These are her works from different periods, but for Shi Koudi, they all symbolize irreplaceable memories.

　　 There are two cups of black tea on the table. One of them was cold, and the other was held in the hands of the roommate.

　　-Sitting across the table, is a young girl with long hair shining like gold in the candlelight. The heavy book spread out in front of her. The girl was reading attentively, as if she hadn't noticed anyone approaching.

　　 Seeing this daily scene as always, Shikoudi subconsciously felt relieved.