I am a god in Tokyo

Ashiya Michimitsu reappeared, still in the same black safari suit, with the same fair complexion as jade, and even his hairstyle remained unchanged.

He folded his hands in his robe, with a smile on his face.

"Take the eldest lady back."

"Yes."

The maid paper figurines surrounded Harumi, ignoring Harumi's resistance and struggle, and knocked Harumi unconscious, and the two siblings packed and carried away together.

The mansion was quiet again.

In the dark courtyard, Ashiya Michiman looked up at the crimson moon.

"Ampere Qingming, you have always been too soft-hearted, and you still regard these mortals as your descendants, which is why you have ended up where you are today."

The young man whispered, like remembering, but also like mocking.

"The time has come, let me do what you haven't done!"

*

Lost place, Yokohama.

In the middle of the night, there is no moon and no stars in the sky.

Although Division Nine took over the power plant, it only maintained electricity in the outer city, and the light of civilization created by human beings was completely lost in the inner city.

In the quiet and dark street, rhythmic voices sounded.

Da, da, da, da.

It was as if someone hit the ground with a stick, and the sound became dull and clearer.

In the darkness, someone came out.

That is a man.

A man with gray shattered hair and brown eyes, with typical Caucasian features. He wears a well-crafted suit and leans on a cane like a British gentleman. Although his face is not young, he can still see the demeanor of his youth.

The man holds a cane in his right hand and an old black notebook in his left hand.

He was walking on a quiet and dark street.

Surprisingly, the formidable 'monster' of the Lost Lands did not appear at all, as if it did not exist at all.

The man stopped and looked up.

It is a thick white mist that can be observed even in the dark environment at night, like a thick and high wall, with a faint brilliance.

under the white mist,

It is one car after another, connected front and back, stacked up and down, forming a block.

There is a clear distinction between the wall of cars and the thick white fog.

This is the restricted area where the Class Nine Division has issued repeated orders and no one is allowed to pass.

The man stood behind the wall of the car, quietly watching the white mist, unconsciously clenched the black-covered notebook with his left hand. It took a long time before he sighed deeply full of regret, turned around, and planned to leave.

"Is that how it goes?"

The standard London accent sounded in the silent street.

The first step the man took, he stopped in mid-air and looked towards the source of the sound.

In the sound of brisk footsteps,

The fair-skinned blonde girl walked out of the dessert shop on the left side of the street, holding an obviously homemade and excessive red bean matcha ice cream in her hand, her lips were stained with seductive cream.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the cream that was alluring, or the girl's allure.

But such a beautiful scene,

The man frowned and took half a step back.

"Ah, Reynis, you lied to me again!"

An immature child's voice came from behind, full of resentment.

"You clearly said that it was for me to eat!"

"when--"

Man this will finally shock.

On the wall of the car behind him sat a powder carved jade boy who looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was dangling his legs and glaring at the girl who was eating alone.

In a state of being vigilant,

The boy was still not found.

The man gripped his notebook tightly.

"After the task is completed, I will treat you to whatever you want!" Reinice promised, patting her chest.

Moore immediately put his dissatisfaction behind his head, his eyes lit up, and he began to count what he wanted to eat with his fingers.

"What are you doing here?"

The man said: "This is a restricted area, it's very dangerous, let's leave, I was also lost, and I came here by accident!"

Disguise yourself as a survivor and seize the opportunity as an elder. When the man lifts the cane, he must lead by example and leave first.

"Of course I know this is a restricted area."

Reynis smiled lightly.

"So, I'm even more curious, why did Mr. Grace come here?"

"Are you mistaken?"

Man confused.

"I don't know Grace. My name is Hertz Chard. I'm from America, miss. Are you looking for the wrong person?"

"The appearance can change, the voice can change, but the smell will not change."

Reynice smiled sweetly.

"odor?"

The man's smile slowly disappeared, and his expression darkened.

Smell, to use technical terms to explain, is pheromone.

Everyone's pheromones are different.

This is irrefutable.

It's just that he didn't expect that even a hound with a sensitive nose would not be able to identify the pheromones he used to cover up the pheromones. Why would they be easily found out?

Still in the lost place.

He stared at the girl's slightly satisfied smile and frowned.

"As expected of being the current Patriarch of El Mello, I didn't have such abilities when you were so young."

"It is my honor to be recognized by the Crown Magician."

The girl held up her skirt and saluted slightly.

"Since you're here for me, are you planning to offer me a reward from the Clock Tower?"

His identity was exposed, and there was no need for Grace to cover up. He glanced at the blond girl, and then at the boy not far away.

It is impossible for the Magic Association to arrange such a second-rate magician to deal with him.

Even if Reinis is a magician genius, that is in the future,

Who is not a genius?

The only thing to watch out for is that boy who can't understand.

"A reward?"

Reynis was surprised:

"How can it be? For the magic world, every crown is a talent that needs to be cherished. Even Mr. Grace, you have conducted inhuman magic research in the Middle East, as long as you are willing to return to the clock tower and make up for the mistakes. I believe the Magic Association I will also give you a good explanation!"

"Make up for it?"

Grace's eyes flickered, as if letting go of his guard.

"How can I make up for my mistakes?"

"First of all, hand over the research results of Claire Prisla, which should belong to my teacher's magic inheritance. You should have heard of my teacher—Rin Tosaka, who is also Prisla's only student."

Reynis spoke briskly.

"Heh, hahahahaha!"

Grace burst out laughing suddenly, causing Moore, who was extremely bored, to look around frequently.

Reinis maintained a sweet smile, but the body hidden under the clothes tightened inch by inch.

Even with Moore's protection,

But the man in front of him is a Crown Magician!

The top of the magic world, whether it is knowledge or ability, far exceeds the existence of ordinary magicians.

"Miss Tohsaka, of course I know."

Grace rubbed the water that was about to burst into laughter at the corner of his eyes, "But does the Magic Association really consider her as one of its own, not necessarily?"

Under the increasingly embarrassing expression of the girl,

The Crown Magician shook his head and smiled:

"Prisra has only been missing for half a year, and took away all her magic materials and achievements on the grounds of calling her students into the Clock Tower. Poor Miss Tohsaka, who could have inherited all the inheritance of the teacher, but can only be reduced to The point where credits need to be exchanged."

He clapped the black case notebook in his hand.

Full of sarcasm.

"Even if the result is taken back, will it really be returned to Tohsaka Rin?"

Reynice's smile disappeared, and she remained silent.

This is a fact she cannot refute.

"Of course, there is nothing strange about this. Magicians are a group of selfish guys. I just can't understand that you insist on adorning yourself with high-sounding reasons... In Far Eastern dialect, what is it called?"

"If you're a whore, you have to set up a torii!"

Grace's laughter pierced the girl's heart like a sharp knife.

Reynis' complexion was a little pale, she pursed her lips, and squeezed out a smile.

"You're right. The Clock Tower is here to contain Prisla's magical achievements. If you are willing to hand it over, Mr. Grace, I will guarantee you in the name of El Mello, and I will give you corresponding compensation."

Her eyes fell on the notebook in Grace's left hand.

Since Prisla's disappearance, the Magic Association has taken over all her research materials, but only a notebook recording Far Eastern recipes has been left behind.

later,

When the Clock Tower deciphered Prisla's research materials, she accidentally discovered her secret research in the Far East.

After Prisla brought Tohsaka Rin back to London, he returned to Yokohama many times in the remaining five years.

And her reason was to visit the grave of her old classmate Tosaka Tokiomi.

It was also for this reason that the Magic Association did not pursue her. It was only after deciphering some of the research materials that she discovered that she had conducted a magic research in the Far East city of Yokohama.

As for the core content of that study,

All were encrypted by Prisla and recorded in the Far East Cookbook.

When the clock tower came back to its senses, the cookbook was regarded as useless research material, changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of the crowned magician Kewei Grace.

But at that time,

Grace is wanted by the magic community because of her inhumane magic research in the Middle East, which caused hundreds of deaths.

Naturally, the clock tower did not dare to touch it.

It was not until recently that the whereabouts of Grace's activities in the Far East were found, and it was associated with Prisla's secret research.