Demon!

The teeth of the young man at the head trembled, and the child's hole shrank sharply.

I knew that I had done such a thing.

He was extremely sorry at the moment.

A few days ago, the young man in charge received a mission to explore a man's home.

Since they were students of the Occult Academy, they didn't dare to be careless.

So he took the best mystery items with him, and when he left, he drank a bottle of expensive reagents.

These accounts are counted on the heads of the rich who replaced.

When the student left the house, a group of them went into action.

The first was to sneak in, but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

There doesn't seem to be anything strange about the whole room.

Although I don't know why the overhead lights are always on, this can only be understood as luxury.

They have a real hiding spell on them.

Even in the daylight, there is no shadow to be seen.

But Rao is so, and they are also extremely careful.

After all, the owner of this house is most likely a blasphemer.

If you don't know when to step into the trap, it's hard to say.

After inspecting the living room, they moved into other places.

"Isn't there a little bit of stuff here?"

One asked quietly, while the other looked around.

Their current location is in the kitchen, which is supposed to have knives and pans.

But the two of them were in the kitchen, and they couldn't see anything.

"This should be just a place to stay, he doesn't live permanently."

The other replied with some hesitation, giving a plausible explanation.

But they had been squatting here for a long time, though the owner of the room had been staying at home for a long time lately and had hardly been seen.

But all indications are that he did live here for a long time.

It is impossible not to even have something to eat.

Even the Morning Star Warlocks are not immune to eating, after all, they are not yet out of the human body.

It is still necessary to eat.

While the two were talking quietly, a shadow of the lake slowly emerged behind them.

The shadow tilted his head and looked at the stranger in front of him with some curiosity.

They are like their masters, they all have hair.

He was still wearing clothes, was this what other small objects were talking about as human beings?

……

On the other side, it is the youth department headed by the head.

They felt that the house seemed too peaceful.

It is as if the noisy world outside is isolated from oneself.

But I didn't care too much, it's just a soundproof spell, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

So I got bold and continued to explore.

And a small object hiding in the shadows seemed to be so tired that it collapsed to the ground.

But the other little objects on the side were very excited.

They quietly followed the group to see what they wanted to do.

A group of people didn't seem to find anything on the first floor, so they began to plan to sneak up to the second floor.

There's definitely a clue to the living room on the second floor!

The interest of a group of small objects is getting higher and higher, and stupid humans are actually killing themselves.

The young man opened the room one by one with the people, but everything was normal.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, they managed to find the bedroom.

Just the moment they went in and saw it, the young man and the others felt as if they had found a clue.

Because they saw a book on the table.

On the crest of the book is written the word "deity".

In this day and age, what other warlock would pay attention to the gods, especially the students of the Occult Academy.

Feeling that they had found the right place, several people began a big search.

The young man removed the chair in front of the table and flipped through the book [Spirits], and was immediately a little disappointed.

It's just a book about all the gods, not a profane book as they imagined.

With a casual glance, he swept over the boxes of matches, paper and pens in front of the table, and then his gaze came to the bookshelf.

Well?

What is that?

The youth took down a booklet.

He flipped through it carefully, but found that there were only rows of names in it, and counting from top to bottom, there were about one or twenty people.

Ranwen

The rest was just a blank slate, nothing else.

This should just be a list.

Looking at the list, he could see that there were some familiar names on it.

For example, Albert Wokingson, Karls Pirmai, Valuvari Kapun......

These names are especially deserving of attention, because they are all beings that their own little order cannot afford to provoke.

Of course, it's not just the people on it, they actually wrote down at least a thousand.

As members of a small order, it was too difficult for them to survive.

"But how come the people on this are all from the Dusk Order?"

The young man frowned and thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, so he wrote it down and prepared to discuss it with the others when he went out.

He looked to the side, but stood still.

What about people?

What about the people who were still next to them just now?

An eerie chill rushed over his face, and the young man shivered violently, and his heart was terrified to the extreme.

"Dankin?"

"Uliel?"

He cautiously shouted the name of a man with a person.

But in its place is an incredibly quiet atmosphere.

The young man gritted his teeth, even if someone came out at this moment, it would be fine.

At least we know who quietly disappeared a few people.

The young man pushed the chair that stood in front of him, ready to break out of the window at any moment.

But out of his sight, a tentacle creeped out from under the chair.

The young man was forced to a nervous breakdown by the quiet atmosphere.

He unleashed a spell that set the house on fire.

Then he ran to the window.

With the crisp cracking sound of the window, the youth seemed to have seen the scenery of the street outside the window.

The sun was shining just right, and there were many figures walking around the streets.

They talked to each other, but not a single sound came out.

It is as if young people are in a silent world.

Then he looked at the quiet bedroom in front of him, and his face stiffened.

He's back here!

The young man then set another fire, and a fire suddenly broke out in the bedroom.

Feeling the fiery tongue licking his skin on his face, he broke through the window again.

But the result is still back in the quiet bedroom.

No matter what method the young man used, even if he walked out of the bedroom door, he was also sent back to the same place.

His spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he could only beat everything in impotence and rage.

In reality, he stood in place, looking stupid and stupid.

At this moment, several small objects were standing obediently in the corner, and in front of them was the chair of the number one butler.

It's angrily scolding these things that don't make a big deal to see the excitement.

And the shadow dragged the fainting two, squatting down to take a closer look.

It simply had a bold idea in its head at this point.

I wonder if these can be made into food?

Shadow thought as he looked at the mysterious items on the two of them.