"Acquaintance! I'm an acquaintance!

Outside the wizarding world, he pounded hard for a while.

I found that this thing in front of me was a little hard, and I guess I couldn't pry it open for a while.

Olga immediately felt unlucky.

If he had been a few seconds earlier, he would have been able to squeeze in to meet his old acquaintances.

After all, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss it very much.

I was at Silent Heart Academy, but I worked as a security guard for a hundred years.

I don't know how many of the old acquaintances are still alive, and some of them who made me unhappy happened to take the opportunity to die.

At the moment, in the face of this thing in the way, Olga is not completely helpless, but it has to make some big moves.

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Half an hour later.

The initial URL m.et

On the edge of a battlefield, the white-haired Hawthorn is in charge of logistics, mobilizing supplies for various places.

According to his hunch, if he really wanted to do that, the plane consciousness would arrange for him to strengthen the strong man of the regiment and carry out a cross-space siege.

So, after thinking carefully about the trade-offs, he chose to turn around and leave.

Although the wizarding world cannot be entered, according to the mark he left back then, there are still many acquaintances wandering around other worlds.

In the room, after communicating with his subordinates through the communicator, Hawthorn just wanted to transfer the internal information of Taling.

Taling suddenly alerted him that there was something unusual in the room.

Subconsciously, Hawthorn began to gather his strength.

As the former dean of Silent Heart Academy.

Since he was left with permanent sequelae by a sixth-level psionic two thousand years ago, his strength has never returned to the peak, just like a large dam that constantly releases water.

Therefore, it is no longer suitable to go to the front line, and I have been in charge of logistics.

He turned his head to look and saw a red-haired figure in a red robe, taking wine from his wine shelf.

Seeing the other party's casual movements as if he had entered his own home, and the red hair of the familiar color, a name instantly appeared in Hawthorn's mind.

。

At this time, a somewhat familiar voice entered his ears:

"You've made this egg-like ......"

The words are very unbeatable, and there is a sense of familiarity.

It's not Orgar, whom he trusts so much.

But according to his understanding, in his current state, the probability of surviving from the other party's hands is half.

There is still a bit of a survival rate somewhat.

After all, the impression left back then was too deep.

Among the beings he has come into contact with, there are not many people with psychological problems, but the guy whose personality can freely switch between the mentally ill and the normal, Olga is the only one.

Knowing who the other party was, Hawthorn, who was originally nervous, also relaxed slightly.

"You are so heartless.

Back then, I worked for your academy for a hundred years, and I came back to take a look once in a while, can't I?"

As he spoke, he ate the wine in his hand.

After sighing slightly, Hawthorn couldn't help but ask:

"Who summoned you?"

Olga picked a bottle of wine at random, bit the end of the bottle, and chewed slowly with the cork:

"I don't think anyone will miss you. ”

Ignoring the other party's disgusted answer, Olga smiled: "Back then, you tried to extend the contract. ”

After thinking about it, Hawthorn nodded very seriously: "Fortunately, there is none." ”

Eat it like jelly.

Even if the bottles were broken, they remained in their place, as if they were blocked by a wall of air.

Hawthorn replied calmly:

Until, he heard from the other party that the summoning ritual was with them, and it was usually only used when it was decided to die together.

He understood why the other party's expression was so strange, and why Orga showed such a strange expression in the face of his request when he was summoned.

For a while, Hawthorne's heart was also inexplicably complicated.

Until now, he clearly remembered the complicated expression on the face of a guy who had a conversation with the guy who sold the summoning ritual, and that guy heard that he had used the summoning ritual to summon an abyssal demon to maintain the safety of the academy.

Awe, admiration, helplessness, doubt, and self-shame are not as good as ......

Faced with such a complicated look, Hawthorn was also full of question marks at that time.

In his eyes, Hawthorne's internal organs had been mostly corrupted by another force, and only about half of his soul remained.

It's like a living dead, not much different.

And the gray hair on the head is the result of a large loss of vitality.

I couldn't help but sigh, fortunately, I didn't use that thing after I thought Olga's personality was a little strange.

Otherwise, it is estimated that there will be a catastrophe......

After the two of them talked casually for a while, Olga took a bottle of wine and left the room slowly.

"Originally, I wanted to kill a few acquaintances to ease my mood......

For Olga, the biggest difference between acquaintances and strangers is that they are more memorable to kill.

Except for the existence of a good relationship, there is no existence that cannot be killed.

For such a short-lived guy.

He didn't bother to do it either.

It's even more disappointing.

Get ready to see which world would be so lucky to meet you.

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A few days later.

Strangers, those who have a bad relationship, and those who have an average relationship can all be killed.

'Forget it, just pick a world and destroy it......

In such thoughts, Olga casually tore open the barriers of the world, and chose a direction to move forward with his eyes closed.

So, after habitually killing a few lucky passers-by and throwing a few bottles of magic potions for others to snatch and kill, Olga chose to crouch in the room and think about life.

Two days later, a figure pushed the door in, looked at him with a somewhat serious expression, and asked suspiciously:

"What are you doing?"

The 6548257 th floor of the Bottomless Abyss ———— the main city

After venting her emotions, Orga returned to her hometown again.

Compared with the other world, there are more talents in my hometown, and they speak better.

"You actually have a time like this, I thought I would never see it in my life......"

Ever since she met Orga, the other party in her eyes has always been a heartless appearance, the kind that has been slashed a few times and doesn't bother to care.

Out of sorts.

Olga replied without raising his head:

"I was in a bad mood, so I decided to be quiet......"

Hearing this, Golan was stunned for a moment, then sat directly on his lap, pinched the flesh of his left and right cheeks, looked him directly into his eyes, and asked curiously:

"Do you want to go out and kill a few guys passing by?"

Hearing this proposal, Olga immediately raised his head and sighed with a look of surprise:

After thinking about it, Golan took notice, pinched the flesh of Olga's face, and proposed:

And it was a long time of upset.

This was the first time she had seen this situation in Orga.

“...... It's not like you're making a proposal......"

He knew very well that, as an elf, Golan had never been