Woman in a black dress walking down the street.

Her name is Shirley. Cromwell. As a member of the "Church of Necessary Evil", a British Puritan magic fighting force, and also proficient in Kabbalah statues, she walked through the crowd with a smile.

I originally thought that the dress with lace trim everywhere would attract a lot of strange eyes, but I didn't expect that the students in front of me didn't react much. In this city, it seems that age is more prominent than clothing. Since eighty percent of the residents are students, people over the age of twenty-five are quite rare here, but it is not uncommon for a Gothlori girl to be here.

"—the beginning is the earth—"

Shirley walked and began to mumble to herself as if singing.

From her torn sleeve, she took out something resembling white chalk. This is a crayon specially used to draw magic circles, made from the salt and oil that have been chosen by the Holy Choice.

"—God molded out of clay and breathed life, and named man—"

Shirley sings, holding an oil crayon and waving it at the drink vending machine next to her, drawing lines that resemble words and drawings at the speed of a knife drawing.

"—Later, mortals learned its secret method through the mouths of fallen angels—"

Pillars for road guardrails, street trees, sweeping robots, wind turbine blades...... Shirley's oil crayons were written all over the objects she saw on the road.

"—But it is difficult for mortals to attain this holy law, and it is difficult for the mouth of the fallen angel to convey it correctly—"

After drawing nearly seventy-two imprints, she held up the oil crayon and wrote in the air.

"—In this way, the life created by the hands of men will eventually become a puppet of decay—the time has come, and Ellis, the stone giant, who smells of mud, will serve me to the death!"

After the last moment, Shirley slapped her palm.

In an instant, a creaking sound like squeezing and destroying a dead pustule came from all directions. Not one or two, but dozens. Because the sound was quite small, it was muffled by the sound of the students' voices and footsteps, and no one heard it.

However, things do change.

Beverage vending machines, road guardrails, street trees, sweeping robots, pillars of wind turbine blades...... All the places marked by Shirley were like bubbles from a swamp, bulging an object about the size of a ping-pong ball. Her magic is not limited to materials, and anything at hand can be used as a weapon.

The surface of the ping pong ball cracked, and a horizontal crack appeared.

Like a peeled grape, what emerges from the crack is a white, cloudy eyeball.

Shirley pulled out a piece of black paper the size of a postcard.

"Automatic secretary. That's the goal...... Wind...... Chop...... How do you pronounce this? Is the standard epigraphic script in this country hieroglyphic? Well, the other one is very easy to remember, the world of the world bridge tower tammy. ”

White oil crayons dance, quickly writing words on black paper. Shirley doesn't know how to read kanji, but just puts the information in her head

Treat them as "pictures" and "draw" them on paper in the form of copying.

Then with a flick of her finger, the postcard-sized black paper flew out of her hand, spinning like a frisbee and sliding to the ground.

Written on it are the words of the wind slashing ice and the tower of the world of the world bridge.

It is like the black and white characters written in pencil on a notebook and then reversed, attracting dozens of dirt eyeballs. The eyeballs gnawed and tore small pieces of paper into their clay-like bodies. In less than a few seconds, the black piece of paper had disappeared without a trace.

The countless eyeballs that ate the scraps of paper spread out in all directions like cockroaches that had gathered together and fled in a hurry. Some slide on the ground, others dive into the concrete. Each eyeball kept rolling.

"Don't keep me waiting too long, Alice."

Shirley said with a smile before disappearing into the crowd.

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In a restaurant in the underground mall, Tatami sat face to face with the girl she had just met by the window, and after ordering, they were all silent.

"That" girl seemed to want to say something, but she stopped talking, as if she was worried about something.

"Say whatever you want, don't be afraid, I won't eat you again." Sighing, Tatami whispered.

"Isn't the meal we ordered a little too expensive, I just need a glass of milk and a piece of bread," said Feng Xue Binghua like a child who had done something wrong.

The restaurant Tatami chose is a school cafeteria restaurant, which sells meals from all schools in Gakuen City, even famous schools such as Tokiwadai and Long Pastry.

The meal ordered by Tatami is a nutritious meal from Tokiwadai, and the price is 40,000 yuan per serving, although it is not very expensive, but compared to other meals, it is not cheap.

"It's okay, I won't care about this kind of money." Although he said this, Tatami felt a pain in his heart, he only brought a total of 100,000 when he went out this time, and now he has 80,000 all of a sudden, so it's no wonder that it doesn't hurt.

"Hmm" The girl listened to Tatami's words, and then she put her heart at ease, and she also had some expectations for the upcoming Tokiwadai nutritious meal.

Looking at this girl, Tatami also felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Wind Slash Binghua, this is her name, in fact, he and this girl have no intersection, and even only one side, but what he didn't expect was that just after meeting, the other party actually remembered his name.

It was that time, when Tatami was dealing with the fantasy beast, he inadvertently entered the virtual math area and the Five Elements Mechanism because he swallowed the core, and on that occasion, he met the girl Wind Slash Binghua and inadvertently left his name.

Tatami once swallowed the core formed by the AIM diffusion stance, I don't know if it was because of that core, Tatami has an inexplicable connection with the Wind Slash Ice Hua, which is also formed by the AIM diffusion stance.

And it was this faint induction that made the two meet again, and sat in the restaurant to eat, although it was not yet time to eat

"Have we met that Tatammy?" Looking at Tatami, who was preoccupied, Wind Slash Binghua asked softly.

Has she forgotten what happened before?

Tatami frowned, judging by the clear eyes of the other party, it didn't look like she was lying, but she still remembered her name well.

"I've seen it, you're Wind Slashing Binghua, right?" Tatami said with a friendly smile, knowing the other party's character, even if he didn't have any malicious intent, as long as he spoke louder, he was afraid that the girl in front of him would be scared.

No way, who let this girl formed by the AIM diffusion position be an extremely kind person.

PS: After the threads are removed, everything is fine, but there is a small scar I hope it will not have an impact