Wizard, I have a different world

Norma?

Even Abbott, who was an elder of the temples and was known as the 'Dark Wizard', couldn't help but feel helpless at this time.

people,

He always has his own weaknesses, and he is no exception.

"Feel sorry."

Sighing, Abbott spoke to the two of them:

"I'm not selling this house."

"Sorry." The real estate agent Lin looked through the file in her hand and said with a smile:

"According to the property registration information, the house here belongs to your youngest daughter Norma."

"You are only staying here temporarily."

"The sale of the house only requires Miss Norma's consent. You have no right to veto the sale process, and it is really not convenient for you to live alone in such a large place."

?

Abbott's face darkened.

Today's 'dark wizard' is wearing an ancient dress, holding a ceremonial staff, and exudes an inexplicable aura of nobility.

This kind of nobility has been accumulated over many years, and every action is so standard that it conforms to aristocratic etiquette.

At this time, her eyebrows were slightly lowered, and 'Lin' suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She felt as if she was being targeted by some kind of terrifying existence, and subconsciously took a step back to hide behind Karl.

"Old sir, this is Miss Norma's order. She is in urgent need of selling the house, and Professor Carl just needs it."

"Professor Carl?"

Abbott's eyes moved slightly:

"Professor Karl from the Polytechnic University?"

"yes."

Karl smiled and nodded:

"I didn't expect that the old gentleman also knew me."

Such a coincidence?

Abbott narrowed his eyes.

He has been paying attention to the people around Professor Jim recently, including of course Carl, who took over the laboratory.

"I heard that the projects studied by Professor Carl are very popular, and I occasionally make investments, so I have heard about it."

Abbott smiled and said:

"It's an honor for me that Professor Carl likes this house, but there are indeed a lot of inconveniences here."

"It doesn't matter." Karl raised his head and surveyed the manor:

"I will talk to whoever owns the rights here. Now the rights are in the hands of your daughter."

"Can I take a look inside?"

Abbott's expression remained unchanged, his hand holding the cane tightened, and the magic circuits in his inner sea began to flicker.

Two ordinary people...

With third-level extraordinary abilities, he has many solutions.

"Abbott!"

Just when he was about to take action, a figure rushed into the manor, his eyes glared and he shouted:

"They are my guests, what are you going to do?"

The visitor was in his early twenties, wearing a white dress, and rushed to Abbott in a menacing manner.

She is Norma.

Abbott's youngest daughter.

But the relationship between the two is obviously not close, and they are even like enemies, calling their father's name directly.

"Norma." Abbott frowned:

"This is not for sale."

"Why not?" Norma raised her eyebrows:

"This manor was left to me by my mother. You are only here temporarily. I ask you to leave here now."

"Mr. Abbott!"

"Don't ask me to call the police to force you to be evicted!"

"Norma..." Abbott's eyes were complicated:

"Your mother's matter is not as simple as you think."

"I don't care!" Norma's eyes turned red:

"No matter what the reason, you killed my mother, and you didn't even want to give an explanation."

"Please leave!"

Abbott opened his mouth, his eyes fell on his daughter who looked angry, and finally sighed helplessly.

"All right."

"Please give me time to pack my things."

"Of course." Karl stepped into the villa, and the first thing he saw was a huge portrait.

The portrait is of a beautiful woman.

"She is the first person in our family who needs to be commemorated. I hope that Professor Carl will not touch the things here until the ownership of this house is resolved."

Abbott spoke:

"Especially the portraits here."

"..." Karl looked at the woman in the painting with complicated eyes:

"Can."

Ray Miller!

The messenger angel under the ‘Lord of the Morning’, the cardinal in the world, and later the archangel.

It turned out to be her.

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"Um!"

Barrow struggled to open his eyes, only to feel severe pain all over his body. He grinned for a long time before he could stand up.

"What is this place?"

In front of him was a huge glass cover. He was lying on a white quilt with a bottle hanging on his wrist.

"You're awake."

A familiar voice came:

"As expected of a genetically optimized physique, a normal person would have to sleep for at least seven days and nights before waking up."

"Professor Jim!" Barrow's eyes widened, he reached out and lifted the quilt and looked in the direction of the sound.

Jim, who was wearing safety clothing, held a tablet in his hand and nodded at him:

"Would you like to come down for a walk?"

The clothes on Barrow's body were similar to hospital gowns, and there were indwelling needles on his wrists.

He was barefoot and followed Jim, observing the environment here.

"What an advanced machine!"

"That's right."

Jim nodded, his eyes shining:

"Here are the most advanced genetic testing instruments in the world, as well as supporting scientific research equipment."

"Now……"

"They all belong to us!"

"Professor." Barrow said in a low voice:

"You haven't said where this is?"

"Is it important?" Jim turned around and his eyes widened:

"Here we have you and me, various equipment, and many researchers who can help with the research..."

"Does it matter where you are?"

?

Barrow opened his mouth.

He knew Jim was obsessed with the research project, but he didn't expect him to be so obsessed.

As long as he was given what he needed for the research, he probably wouldn't mind being locked up in prison.

"Professor."

Barrow said:

"Tracy doesn't know you're still alive. She's been very sad recently. We should tell her the news."

"Tracy..." Jim frowned:

"She's grown up. She should live on her own and can't rely on me for everything."

"As a father, isn't it irresponsible for you to say that?" Barrow frowned and couldn't help but said:

"Tracy has never gotten anything from you since she was a child. She even has to figure out her own living expenses sometimes. No one can deny your achievements in scientific research, but you can't forget your family."

"Enough!" Jim looked unhappy:

"What's the point of trivial matters at home?"

"You want to know where this is? Then I'll tell you, this is a base of the Temple of the Gods."

"..." Barrow pursed his lips. He liked Tracy. From Tracy's perspective, he was naturally dissatisfied with Jim's attitude, but it was useless to say these things at this time.

He took a deep breath:

"The Pantheon?"

"What is this?"

"A long, long time ago, this world had gods, at least the people in the Pantheon believed so." Jim shrugged:

"Some people gathered together to revive the gods, and they became the Pantheon."

"The Pantheon is also one of the three major organizations in the supernatural world."

"Three major organizations?" Barrow asked:

"What are the other two?"

"The Night Watch and the Blood Alliance." Jim said:

"The Night Watch is a supernatural organization of the Federation. Its purpose is to solve the harm caused by supernatural powers to ordinary people."

"As for the Blood Alliance..."

"A group of mysterious vampires. No one knows who is in this organization and where they are hiding. It is also the enemy of the Pantheon."

After taking a breath, Jim continued:

"In addition to these three major organizations, there are some beings that have come into contact with supernatural powers. For example, the Bito Group has its own supernatural armed forces. The Night Watch in Fast City does not dare to provoke this group."

"In short..."

"The most powerful and wealthy people in the world have all come into contact with supernatural powers."