After the Merlin era, humans and demons made a contract, and the sacrifices were no longer blood, corpses, and souls, but something that seemed insignificant to humans.

Like what...... Persistence, love, justice, greed, anger......

These things seem to humans to be ethereal and ethereal, but in the eyes of demons they are tradable items.

Whoever is taken away from his anger will not have any more anger in this life.

Those who have been taken away from justice are destined not to know what justice is in this life, and it is easy to go down the wrong path.

That's the magic of magic.

Therefore, most of the sacrifices made by ordinary people and demons are greed, anger, arrogance, and gluttony......

That's right, these are the seven deadly sins that humans have. In the eyes of mankind, the seven deadly sins are a pass to depnement, and even if they are taken away, they will not feel distressed.

Because the sacrifice was only an item on a human body, the reward obtained also changed from that monstrous power to a magic seed.

The magician loses the immense power at his fingertips, which he obtains through a long penance.

There are gains and losses, and the world is fair.

Knowing that Zhuang Mingge's sacrifice may be his own memory, You Xia said that he couldn't understand, "Why, why did you sacrifice your own memory, this is your memory!"

Zhuang Mingge naturally didn't sacrifice his memory, the question was otherwise, how could he explain the source of the magic seed in his body.

"Memories are memories after all, and I am still me without me, but without greed, anger, and arrogance...... I am not me, but a crippled person, it is because of arrogance and modesty, anger and calmness that I am a whole person, I can still create new memories without me, yesterday, today, I have new memories, I am still a whole person, complete me!"

Zhuang Mingge snickered, these words are completely pretending to be thirteen, standing and talking without backache, he has not lost his memory, so he can naturally say so beautifully.

"But...... But ......"

You Xia shook violently, he felt that what Zhuang Mingge said was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong, and he couldn't help but feel numb for a while, and rarely frowned.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, it's just my own choice, it doesn't count, among the many magicians, I am the only one who chooses to sacrifice memories, maybe I'm different. ”

Zhuang Mingge waved his hand and said with a free smile.

You Xia nodded and finally accepted his explanation, but there was still a little tangle in his heart.

After the sacrifice of the seven deadly sins, is humanity crippled?

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As soon as today's tutoring was over, You Xia left in a hurry, Zhuang Mingge stretched his waist, these few days of tutoring for him, it was like pushing open a magical door, and the gorgeous and colorful magical world behind the door amazed him.

I have never seen such a splendid world, which makes Zhuang Mingge very greedy to suck everything here.

But then again, what a stupid woman, she actually got tangled up like that because of a few words of her own.

But the surname Hams shouldn't be the Hams of his grandfather's friend.

In retrospect, he was also called Hams, and he was also from the wizarding world...... That's it, that's right.

The only regret is that he is not Zhuang Mingge in the eyes of others, but Barrett, not Zhuang Bei's grandson, and the notes are also lost, and there is no way to return them to their original owners.

This made Zhuang Mingge more or less regretful, and he also felt a little guilty about his grandfather Zhuang Bei.

Zhuang Mingge's lunch is usually solved in the hall of the dormitory, of course, there are some restaurants outside, and the taste is more than ten times better than that of the dormitory, but those delicious dishes need credits. Zhuang Mingge's credits are poor, so naturally he won't go outside to enjoy it.

Lunch was from 12 to 12:30 p.m., and after the tutoring, Zhuang Mingge left the school building and waited for the bus at a nearby bus stop.

A short time later, the bus arrived, and several men and women in black robes dressed in a completely different style from the white robes of the first grade poured out from the bus, with a sword and thorn badge on their chests.

"Excuse me, it's Yi Barrett, right?"

As soon as Zhuang Mingge was about to get into the car, these people stopped him, and the leader of them was a silver-haired, arrogant man staring at Zhuang Mingge with disdain.

"It's me, may I ask you ......?"

"We are members of the Executive Committee of the Student Council. The silver-haired man pointed to the badge on his chest and said unquestionably: "Barrett, a few days ago, we received a report that you had a blatant conflict with third-year student Laika in the recreation area, and had a magic duel, violating the school rules of Yves Saint Laurent Private College, and we need you to go back with us to investigate." ”

Standing next to the silver-haired man, a girl with some freckles on her face suddenly made a move and sang a few magic sounds, pointed forward, and a vigorous impact burst out from her fingertips, Zhuang Mingge was knocked out almost instantly, and her internal organs seemed to be stretched out into her hand and squeezed hard, and the pain was almost suffocating.

The moment he landed, he was completely unconscious.

When the silver-haired man saw Zhuang Mingge, who was knocked unconscious, he was furious, and roared loudly at his companions, "Why do you want to do it, Eunice!!"

The freckleled girl pouted in displeasure and said, "It's just a Chinese-Western hybrid who has no way to contract, what's there to worry about." ”

"Damn, that's not what the president wants!"

"Then blame him for his incompetence, and he can't even master a Chinese-Western mixed-race child. Not to be outdone, Eunice glared at the silver-haired man and turned to leave.

"Damn bastard!" the silver-haired man looked at the woman who was leaving, and waved his hand at the others in disgust, "Take him back!"

Several other subordinates quickly picked up the unconscious Zhuang Mingge and walked all the way.

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After being in a coma for I don't know how long, Zhuang Mingge finally woke up and found himself lying on the table, the empty room was only a dozen square meters, and there was nothing else except the table in front of him and the chair under his buttocks.

Soon he remembered what he had been doing before he fell unconscious, and his scattered eyes were all together.

The woman who sneaked up on her was using a concussion.

One of the most basic applications of occult magic, along with fire, is the most basic magic.

Simple, practical.

After You Xia's tutoring these days, Zhuang Mingge has learned a lot of magic knowledge, elements, alchemy, summoning, sealing, and mystery, and there are a lot of basic magic in the five courses, which are the simplest and most practical.

For example, the basic magic in elemental magic is fire, water, and amplification......

The most basic magic of alchemical magic is equivalent exchange.

Summoning magic: The most basic magic is summoning slimes.

The most basic form of sealing magic is sealing.

The most basic form of occult magic is the concussion technique used by the woman.

The principle of concussion is very simple, using magic to cause air vibrations to form an existence similar to an air cannon, so as to hit the enemy, if a gold-level magician uses all his strength to use concussion, it is enough to destroy a city.

Why attack yourself, student union.

Zhuang Mingge was entangled in this, in his opinion, the student union had no reason to attack him at all, even if the silver-haired man said about any magic duel, it was just a one-sided slaughter of himself by that person.

If someone hadn't intervened, he would have been beaten into meat sauce by that water giant a long time ago.

And it's obviously an investigation, but he knocked himself unconscious for no reason, which is too barbaric.

Zhuang Mingge thought for a long time and didn't have a reasonable explanation, so he decided to wait quietly, he had already woken up, and someone would probably come to negotiate with him soon.

Surprisingly, from day to night, no one stepped into this room.

This made Zhuang Mingge more or less surprised, not only did no one come, but there was not even a single point of food.

So, in anxious and restless waiting, the night passed.

The next morning, no one came.

Zhuang Mingge began to lose his breath, and the other party decided not to forget himself, but deliberately ignored himself.

It's too much.

The angry Zhuang Mingge couldn't help roaring, "Is there anyone, why is there no one, answer me, what is going on, why do you want to lock me up, answer me, is there anyone to answer me, answer me!!"

Zhuang Mingge kept roaring, and his voice was everywhere in the room.

No one answered.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Mingge calmed down, sat on the chair and waited quietly, hunger and anger kept roasting his calm heart, even if he kept reminding himself to be calm, but when he thought of the situation he was facing now, his anger was like an inexhaustible weed, growing up a little.

Concussion!

In the end, Zhuang Mingge used seven magic sounds to form a spell and used the concussion technique.

Driven by the anger, Zhuang Mingge's concussion technique, which he had practiced for a long time and had not successfully used, finally resonated with the magic sound and the magic power in his body, and a surging force slammed into the iron-colored door of the room wall.

If you want to use magic successfully, the magic sound of chanting must resonate with the magic in your body, otherwise it is impossible to use magic even if you chant for decades, Zhuang Mingge has tried many times, and the magic sound of the concussion chant resonates with the magic power in the body, which is about a 1 in 10 chance.

In other words, every ten times the incantation is chanted, only once will it resonate with the magic in the body and use magic.

This time, under the urging of anger, Zhuang Mingge almost perfectly resonated with the magic power in his body, and successfully used the concussion technique in one fell swoop.

Concussion!

Concussion!

Anger was flying, magic power was boiling, Zhuang Mingge shot again and again, and the concussion technique was 100% used, but there was nothing to be done.

The surging power kept bombarding the iron-colored gate, except for the loud bang, the iron-colored gate was like a reef beaten by a huge wave, standing still.

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