Charles. Rentel, the Source Energy Sublimator, is a D2-level magus with a magic name: The Bridge.

He used to be the main player of the Nufi Yuanneng Club, and he has a large number of supporters in the club, but the reason for these supporters is also due to his teacher.

The teacher is an old mage who is 112 years old.

Although this age is nothing for a traditional spellcasting profession, they have a way to push the boundaries of their soul and body together.

Not to mention, today's technology has allowed them to stop choosing to become a "lich" like the necromancy.

But his teacher was really not a traditional spellcaster.

The spellcasting system, which uses the magic staff system as the main research direction, takes a shortcut.

Omitting the time to study the principles of spells, saving the time of self-training to master spells, and skipping the time of mastering actual combat - all the energy is devoted to the optimization of spell macros, the intensive research and testing of AI judgments, and the accumulation of their own mana.

When this system was first born, it was once called heresy, and it was suppressed by the entire traditional faction, and its development was even more tepid, and it was only after receiving the reference of otherworldly knowledge and actual products that it really developed by leaps and bounds.

It has risen rapidly because it is extremely close to the people.

But it is precisely because of this that in the development of this department, "ordinary people" in a broad sense gradually occupy the main force.

What you want is convenience!

I want it to be quick!

It's not the mystery of some magic, the ultimate of the magic path, the magical ability of fairy tale-like imagination.

It can be said that they are not like people who study magic itself, but people who study how to use it.

He is also called "boring", "stealer", and even "blasphemer" by other magicians.

This is where the differences in pursuit are revealed.

Because of this, there are many mages in this line who have a normal lifespan.

They were ordinary people, ordinary people in every sense of the word, and even in the distant past, they were called "Muggles."

It's an insulting term used to describe a life that is not magical.

They also don't have endless curiosity and pursuits.

Lacking desire for immortality, even a large part of them don't care about the gradual deterioration of their minds and bodies.

Charles's teacher is one such group.

One hundred and thirty-two years old, even the average age of the human body is one hundred and six years old, there should be some signs of Alzheimer's disease, but the teacher does not.

The caster may not seek immortality, but he will demand intellectual permanence.

The old mage, who still has a clear mind, has many students, and Charles is only one of them, but Charles is also his most accomplished student.

At the age of thirty-two, he arrived at the D2 test, and his path as a researcher of magic wands can already be regarded as excellent, and he has the hope of inheriting the position of teacher.

——As the teacher of the founder of the club, although he passed the ministerial position to his senior brother ten years ago, he still enjoys a position similar to that of the great ancestor, and he is transcendent.

But is that kind of status he wants?!

What he wants is a magic book that the teacher passed on to his brother but not to himself!

That series of iteratively updated spell macro code records was just something to avoid in the eyes of others like the "Mountain Code", but in the eyes of their magic staff practitioners, it was the Supreme Magic Codex!

The magician whose magic name is the bridge can connect everywhere, and his ability comes from his own name, why is he so guarded by the master!?

He can even build good relationships with foreign gangsters, how can he betray his relatives in the club?

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"So where do you think we should start with that? Miss Mostima. ”

"Huh? Want to be a detective? Am I an assistant? ”

The blue-eyed Miss Fallen Angel blinked in surprise.

is different from her colleagues who complain "boss, what are you doing" on the public screen, and her silent colleagues, she looks quite moved.

As if she didn't care about the loss of news, it was her colleague and her boss's sister.

"No, it's just a simple question, but the answer is obvious."

Will that wanted man Charles. Rentle's electronic information disappeared in his hand, and Omer looked at this Miss Fallen Angel who had made him feel a little subtly bumped into the attribute since the first time they met, and his eyes were dark red.

The demonic side, active by his mental concentration, caused him to pour out words worthy of his identity:

"Because of darkness, because of madness, because of malice."

"This man has many things that others can't hope for, such as talent, such as upward desire..."

Admittedly, at the mention of this, Omer remembered his friend who had always struggled to pick up, but his mind would move forward, so he continued:

"But he was also consumed by desire, so he came to the city early, and it was a city that was cloudy and looked like it was going to rain."

Omer looked up at the sky, which was clearly three o'clock in the afternoon, but always looked gloomy.

It wasn't his first time in the Boundary Gate District, and he had seen the sunny side of the city on the other side, but the desire under that glow always made him even more repulsed...... But he can't deny the closeness of his heart.

Whether it's sunny or cloudy, the city is like the definition of the Holy Terra Federation - [Showing the Otherworldly Gray Culture]

What is grey culture?

- Neither white nor black, that is the undertone of desire, which can be skewed in both directions, or it can be purely intertwined.

"When I first came here, I thought I was in Syracuse." The Texas name newsletter lit up briefly.

The Angel of Energy who has lost her voice should be her partner, this is what Ormo saw at the beginning, and it is also the cognition in the memory of the other world.

But she had been silent in her previous correspondence, which Ormer thought was the calm before the storm.

However, her sudden speech at this moment did not hear anger, but a sentence that had no beginning or end at first glance.

It is a text that perhaps only the "time-traveler" can understand.

Question, such as where is Syracuse, Omer has some impressions that can be answered:

Corresponding to the land of the mafia culture in Yiluo District, there are often continuous clouds over people's heads and hearts.

But the next sentence of Texas also says:

"But the results are different."

At this moment, Mostima smiled and asked, "Mr. Linton, would you like me to explain what Syracuse is?" ”

"No, I actually have some memories of a time-traveler," he said, putting his finger on his forehead, and Omer looked at the other's unsurprised face, "It's not complete, but it also has some general impressions." ”

"I said boss, there are two other people, but the angel hasn't spoken for seven minutes!" It is amazing that at this moment, the most anxious colleague is actually a certain money fan, or Miss Ke Song who is simply worried about the partner's accident.

At the same time, it was still Mostima who was in charge of pacifying.

"You can take a look at the positioning, Ke Song, we are not really idle to let Xiaole face the crisis."

Xiaole?

Omer was a little unfamiliar with this title, but he could also understand that it was a call for an angel, thinking that it was a nickname for his real name.

However, pondering the intersection of this group of people was not the right thing to do now, so he also spoke, who was observing around the building, "Miss Ke Song, can you mobilize the elevator on the northwest side of the building?" I need Miss Texas to drive the car there. ”

"By the way, push the live broadcast of the case to the public channel, and I have to shift my focus a little."

“？ Anyway, push the stream, right, I'll take a look at the lift. ”

Although Ke Song doesn't understand, he has a strong professionalism to follow the instructions of his employer, and Texas directly threw down a sentence:

"I'm coming, by the way, there's something you need to know about the gang you attacked earlier."

Raid...... It was the first time he had heard this kind of word to describe what he had done, and Omer was speechless for a while, but he also listened to the intermittent words relayed by Texas, and his expression became cloudy.

"It sounds like you're still in trouble, but the boss will welcome you on credit."

At this time, the words that came from Mostima's smile made Omer subtly raise his hand and scratch the edge of his mouth with his index finger.

It's his habit of hiding his embarrassment.

To be honest, he is not short of money now, but he is simply spending, and the pricing of Penguin Logistics is even cheaper and more reasonable in the mercenary circle.

But Mostima said it anyway, abruptly or not.

It made him look at his dress. Although the combination is not outdated, it is true that it has been washed too many times.

When you observe others, others are also observing you.

That's why I think it's a subtle collision with the attributes...... He sighed inwardly and said, "You misunderstood, Miss Mostima. ”

"It's not a new problem, it's a new piece of the puzzle that will intensify the next steps."

"But you're right, I'm going to have to give you more money."

He had to admit it, and Miss Texas' intelligence made him realize that his expectations were insufficient.

"May I ask you to take the client's fee with you, how much does it cost?"

Thanks to the undead pawn, big fish stewed tofu, wood leaf dancer, exquisite like a dream, October Tianqin, calamity sacrifice, driver Meng Department, book friend 20200730124405447 rewards.

Thanks thanks.

By the way, it should be a celebration of discharge from the hospital plus a change, although the efficiency of code words has not improved......

(End of chapter)