"Everything is ready to go. ”

In the room completely shrouded in darkness, a man who was like a newborn baby, with only his eyes wrapped in black cloth, suddenly spoke, in this small room that was supposed to be used for changing clothes, he was suspended cross-legged in the air like an apostle who preached for the gods in legend.

"Barack, I don't care what the Wizards' Guild is going to do, but you're different, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop us from leaving this place if we want to quit now. ”

The old-fashioned, round-rimmed glasses reflected the glare of the chandelier from the roof, and the small dressing room against Devin was separated by a wall, but the ornate bedroom was now brightly lit. A variety of handwritten materials in flower script were mixed with heavy books printed with lead letters, and the beds and floors were everywhere, and at first glance, I thought that some bear child had accidentally pushed the bookshelf there.

"That's my fate, Dewen. ”

The wooden door began to bulge outward little by little like a heated pudding, and the steel nails deeply embedded in the wall were ejected like bullets that could not withstand the huge pressure, and hit a small needle hole on the opposite brick wall, and then, with a deafening roar, the strong and heavy hardwood door finally could not withstand the huge pressure, and burst open into pieces of dangerous shrapnel. Like a boiling kettle, white steam poured out of the cramped dressing room, enveloping the room in an instant, carrying the heat that had not yet cooled, turning the closed bedroom into an uninhibited sauna.

"Fate, is it?" Sighing slightly, Dewen took off his gold-rimmed glasses that had been covered with a layer of mist, and wiped the corners of his robe repeatedly, "So when the fireball hundreds of times bigger than the basin hung on your head just now, did you be so calm and calm?

"It's not your turn to say that, compared to your Elder of the Academy, who is so mysterious that you have never seen his true face even after so many years of being a professor, the Elder is much better, at least we Twelve Apostles can see her whenever we want. ”

Compared to Professor Devin, who looked like a thin oak bamboo pole, Barack, who strode out of the locker room, looked more robust than before, his muscles were solid and full, and he couldn't see any difference from a young man in his twenties and thirties, and opened his mouth to reveal two sharp fangs that only vampires have, and Barack said with a smile. Compared to the impression of a vampire, his healthy, tanned skin seemed to mock the other people who had died at the sight of the light, gently smoothing his slightly curly short black hair with his hand, and Berak bent his waist and turned his body, moving his body that had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, and the interlaced joints made a crackling sound.

"I've fulfilled my promise, and it's time for you to keep it. ”

Ignoring Barack's jokes, Devin continued to wipe his lenses that were constantly stained with fog, and although his voice was still as old as before, the professor, who had always looked at himself, now found himself a little confused about Barac's depths. Although the monster in front of him was made by himself, it seems that his efforts are too much because of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Of course, Dewen, it's just a vampire imp who can't make a weapon, I can't figure out why you still want me to help, the comfortable environment of St. Lawrence is not suitable for a talent like you, I said, the door of the association is always open to you, do you still think that the association is really as useless as you imagined after knowing our plan?"

In the blink of an eye, Barack suddenly disappeared from front of him, and then appeared behind him and patted the professor on the shoulder, although he showed a kind tone, but his behavior was undoubtedly like a demonstration of Devin.

"Don't believe anything planned, teacher, didn't you teach me that you did, and I don't know what evil you fell for that witch when you joined the Society, but I follow your teachings and only believe what I saw with my own eyes. So, if you can really use magic to enslave our great creator god, you can talk to me about joining the guild after you do so. ”

This man, he has changed, Devin knows very well that when he first met Barack, the teacher who was as kind as a monk and did not hesitate to teach himself to himself was dead, although he kept the memories of the past, but after joining the Magician Guild and becoming one of the twelve apostles with excellent qualifications, Barack seemed to have changed one, and became irritable and eager for quick success. And this is also the reason why Dewen finally chose to stay in the academy instead of developing in the Mage Association.

"After all these years, are you finally willing to call me teacher again?"

Standing behind Devin, Barack's eyes were in a trance, and he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he remembered some dusty past, however, after a brief labor pain, he shook his head and returned to his original appearance.

"Vampires are so good, they don't care about the temperature or anything, I can't, I'm going to take it down in this hellish place, but it's going to be steamed. ”

Without picking up Barack again, Devon walked straight out of the bedroom, and with a gentle push of his glasses, those who knew him well knew that when he did so, it meant that he was trying to think about something.

"So much sentimentality can be bald!" "First Dewen snatched out the door, and on the first floor, the empty and cold Barack crossed his waist, looking in a good mood, "I'll leave the rest to the teacher, if you don't believe it, I'll confirm it to you myself." ”

"You're not too young, so pay a little attention to your image, in a public place like the hallway. ”

Although he didn't want to disturb Barack's good interest, but seeing his former teacher standing naked in the corridor, Dewen still threw his distressed thoughts aside first, and couldn't bear to look directly at the cloak outside his white robe and threw it outside the door. Although Professor Dewen himself is a guy who has never paid attention to dressing up, he also firmly believes that flashy clothes are meaningless to people except to satisfy vanity, but human beings are intelligent beings, and the most basic shame must still be there, so that they will never do anything naked.

"It's just something that everyone is born with, so why hide it? Human beings have always spent too much thought and wisdom in unnecessary places to make the world so ignorant today. ”

While fiercely criticizing the stupid humans, Barack honestly picked up the white cloak from the ground under the vicious gaze of Devin's brain, and then turned sideways, wrapped around his crotch like a skirt, and then casually parted to his side, looking like a guy who had just come out of the bath.

"I've never heard of exhibitionism as a sign of civilization, Mr. Barack. ”

Dewen, who felt a dull pain in his head, massaged his temples with the knuckles of his thumb, although many places have changed, but the point of his mentor taking off the line has never changed, should it be said that shortcomings are the true colors of people who will never deteriorate?

"All in all, let me go and trample all the bugs that get in the way first, and as for the rest, we can talk slowly at ♂ night~"