Alan's face changed, and he slammed the door open and walked out.

"Fuck, this ghost world, everybody's not normal. ”

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, Alan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

His original fantasy of traveling to the Middle Ages, and then relying on his modern knowledge and mind to dominate has long been shattered, and not only that, but he also has to deal with these people who are not ghosts or ghosts.

Compared to this Noah, Mia and Frante are simply too normal people.

But the thought of Front's terrifying appearance in the forest that day dispelled his thoughts again.

Among the magicians he knew, only Mia should be the most normal person.

Thinking of Mia, Alan couldn't help but be a little curious.

What is Mia doing now?

He descended the stairs, and the old lady next door, who had been smoking a cigarette, was long gone, leaving only an empty dark alley with some garbage in the corner.

Alan walked out of the alley and into the street.

Since it was close to night, the crowd on the street was not as large as during the day, and only a few people remained.

Their faces were expressionless and numb, just like the people in the southern city.

Alan found that the city dwellers, who were supposed to enjoy a better quality of life, were not as energetic as the villagers in Buckman's original village.

There was a dead smell throughout the city.

Even the spiritual youth from outside, as long as they stay in this gloomy city for a long time, it seems that they will be infected by this inexplicable lifeless atmosphere, and thus slowly assimilated into one of these people on the street.

Every day, I do what I have to do, eat what I should eat, and go home when it's time, and the whole life seems to be prescribed by a fixed calendar.

There is no entertainment, no novelty, day by day, no wonder it has become like this.

As Alan walked, he suddenly found himself slamming into the door of the Afaron chapter.

Towering buildings and staircases distinguish Afaryn's chapter from the rest of the houses.

Alan walked up the steps.

It's been a few days since he last came here, and he wants to see if there are any new commissions, in addition to observing them again.

It's best to have already found a monster and can kill it directly as long as you go over.

Walking up step by step, a cold wind hit Allen's face, his body had already been baptized by strong magic, even if he was swimming in boiling water, there should be no problem.

But if you're swimming in magma, not necessarily.

The hall was brightly lit and filled with the dignity of a magician with a special status.

There was hardly any sound in the club except for the cry of a cold wind blowing.

Only the candle flame flickered once or twice from time to time because of the cold wind blowing.

The sound of Alan's footsteps was extremely abrupt in this quiet hall.

He didn't care, if there was anyone else at this late hour, it had to be that Tiffany.

As Eren got deeper, he began to see the same furnace he had seen earlier.

And the old lady named Tiffany was standing at the table, not knowing what she was thinking.

Just as Alan wanted to say hello, he suddenly saw a man sitting in the corner.

The man, dressed in a plain black suit, was leaning back on the sofa with his feet cocked on the coffee table in front of him.

He looked to be forty or thirty years old, with an ordinary face, and if you glanced at it from the street, you could see similar people everywhere.

But the only difference is that Alan knows this man.

Since becoming a magician, Allen's memory has improved significantly, even if it is just a face, he can still recognize the faces of many people.

This man was the one with wings who saved himself from the three-headed dog.

President of the Boulder Branch, Sholes.

Just as Alan noticed President Shores, President Sholes seemed to notice him as well.

President Shores's gaze shifted from Tiffany's to Allen's.

Afaryn's cloak obscured most of Alan's face, preventing Sules from seeing Alan's face, but he seemed to recognize who the dark shadow who walked into the Afalong chapter late at night.

"You're Alan, aren't you?"

He opened his mouth.

Alan nodded and took off his hood, "I've seen the Elder." ”

"No need to be polite, as magicians, our duty is to get rid of monsters, since the mission is the same, then we are comrades-in-arms, and we don't need these bullshit etiquette. ”

The corners of President Sholes' mouth lifted for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, but did not get up.

Alan looked at his ordinary, but somewhat alternative face, and the thoughts that had been hidden before gradually began to come alive.

He had always thought that as the president of the Boulder City chapter, President Shursi must know many secrets about the interior of Avalon, and even magic.

As long as you can get his help, wouldn't it be easy to sacrifice some high-level monsters and let your strength fly like a rocket?

What's more, as a five-star magician and a respected president, maybe he knows about the existence of space magic?

Assuming that Alan can find the clues of space magic earlier, it will also improve the strength of a bullshit.

Wouldn't it be good to return to Earth early and be a waste obediently?

In an instant, Alan had the urge to open his mouth.

But he suppressed his excitement, as long as there was a flaw, his identity as a traverser was likely to be exposed.

Faced with strangers from another world, Alan was not sure that this kind-looking President Sorse, a five-star magician, would treat him as kindly as a colleague and comrade-in-arms.

President Shulls seemed to sense that the young man seemed to have something to say to him, but he didn't say anything, but gestured to the chair next to him, motioning for Alan to sit down and think slowly.

Alan sat in that chair, which was a little cold, but it cleared Allen's mind a little.

President Sholes must have seen many gifted young men, and there was simply no way he could have done so to help himself without a significant reason.

Alan thought about it, and it seemed that there was only one way.

Clenching his fists, Eren took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"President Shut Res. ”

"Huh?"

"I want to ...... I think there might be something special about my right arm?"

Allen's heart was pounding, and he reluctantly forced himself to keep his eyes on President Sholes' seemingly cloudy, but in fact extremely shrewd eyes, just for fear that President Sholes would find out that his heart was weak.

"The right arm is special, this is normal, every magician's right arm can't be exactly the same, as long as this special doesn't affect your daily life, it doesn't affect your normal use of magic, there is no big problem. ”