As a young man, O'Connor had been the Dark Magus who Robles thought was the least like a magician.

He was like a sturdy and kind old man next door, always smiling and talking, even if there was something urgent and difficult to solve, he always sent someone to deal with it unhurriedly, and did not use his magic in the slightest.

- Listen to Robles Sr. say that O'Connor's magic is the most powerful and vicious dark magic he ever knows.

Probably because the members of the Children of Doom are very self-loathing, although in memory, it is not at all visible from O'Connor, a kind old man, but as the president of the Children of Doom, he never uses magic.

Later, as the Magical Guild became more authoritative in the kingdom, O'Connor consciously or unconsciously reduced his friendship with them, and the children of Doom stopped wandering around.

They understood O'Connor's good intentions, so that even old friends, who had known each other in his youth, Robles Sr. no longer took him to visit as a young man.

The world is impermanent.

He never thought that one day he would come here on his own initiative.

He never imagined that the black magic that he had only heard about in his father's mouth when he was a child would one day almost take his life.

That's right, the domineering and vicious black magic in him is exactly what only O'Connor has.

He was shocked and suspicious, and after saving his life, he took a few children here to investigate.

But who knows, now-

"President O'Connor is dead."

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties lazily yawned and welcomed them in, scratching his hair that was fluffy and unkempt from sleep, and wanted to find a place to sit, but although the whole house did not look dilapidated from the outside, things were placed in a messy manner, and the people inside were doing their own thing, and they didn't even give them a look when they let them in.

An Ning Ning even saw the indifferent tall man who had just opened the door for them lying directly on the couch in the living room, and put his feet directly on the table.

"Forget it, sit here." It took the man a long time to find a place to sit and lead them to the bar, "Do you want something to eat?" ”

Looking at the purple-red meat of the magical creature on the counter over there, the five of them politely chose to refuse.

The man didn't mind, thought about it again, gave each of them a glass of apple juice, and didn't forget to say to Robles, "I remember you liked to drink it when you were a child." ”

In front of the elders he had known since childhood, Robles glared at Felix, who was looking at him in surprise, and smiled again.

"When old Robles died, our president was still very sad, but at that time, his legs and feet were inconvenient when he was old, otherwise he originally said that he would come to the Sky Realm to have a look." The man took a sip of his own wine, shook his head and sighed, "Time flies so fast, you were a child at the beginning, and now you are all growing." ”

"But what did you do when you came to O'Connor this time? Or-" The sloppy man seemed to casually glance over the girl who was quietly drinking juice on the side, "helping others?" ”

"Even though O'Connor is gone, I can still help."

"It's not." Robles shook his head, thought about it, and slowly took off his gloves and slowly pulled up the entire sleeve.

When he saw the black withered hand, the man was startled, and his expression suddenly became solemn, until he saw that his entire arm was almost corroded to black, and he couldn't sit still, so he quickly jumped down to block the view of the people who looked at him.

"What's going on!"

He asked in a low voice.

When the man was a baby, he was almost sent to the Magic Association by his parents and neighbors because of uncontrolled black magic, at that time the black magic had become a completely irreversible heresy, no matter who used it would be executed, but fortunately O'Connor saved him and raised him under his knees, so to some extent, he was regarded as a parent and child He naturally knew what O'Connor's magic was.

And he was more than ten years older than Robles, and when he came to visit with Robles Sr. when he was a little doll, he could clearly remember O'Connor's familiarity and friendship with Robles Sr., not to mention the care of Robles Jr.

However, right now, how can such an injury appear to little Robles?!

"How long has this been going on?" He asked, taking a closer look at the injury and pulling his sleeve down, "Is your wound under control right now?" ”

"Hmm." Robles nodded, putting the gloves back on and whispering, "Just half a month ago. Thanks to Annie's magic, otherwise, I would probably be dead. ”

“…… So I'm here to ask—" He looked up, and was about to speak, but saw the man opposite him with a strange look and a surprise that could not be concealed.

"Do you think O'Connor has a hard time trying to kill you?"

He heard what he meant, but—

"O'Connor has been dead for five years!"

……

Only the dim and lit room could be seen, and the faces of the five people were a little ugly, and the irritable aura of the sloppy man sitting opposite could hardly be suppressed.

O'Connor had been dead for five years, and the bodies of the Dark Arts had been found in a rural area.

At that time, they all thought that O'Connor had to go out in a hurry because of something, but they were attacked and killed by an unknown Dark Magus on the way.

They held back their grief and searched for him all these years, but there was no news, and now Robles said that someone was using O'Connor's magic to kill him.

"Someone must have stolen O'Connor's magic!"

The man's teeth chattered with anger, "He has no blood relatives in his life, and he told me that even if I were his real child, he would not give me such magic - because it is too domineering and vicious." ”

"So, even if there is a way to break through the bloodline, he will never give this magic to others! Unless someone else steals it! ”

He immediately thought of what had happened, and he only felt full of remorse.

When I first saw the corpse, I only thought that O'Connor was too old to die against the enemy, but I didn't know that those people had used the black magic of the predatory power to deprive O'Connor of his magic!

"Dare to use O'Connor's magic to kill, my son of doom will never let him go!"

The man gritted his teeth and swore an oath.

While the rest of the people were pondering, An Ningning suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly.

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