The height of the steam tower is very oppressive, the dull color of the tower, the open door, the dark foyer, this seemingly ordinary road, let Rieji out of a sense of fear of a dead end to hell.

According to her usual experience, being called by the mysterious big man who operates behind the scenes will generally not end well. The person who survived must have made an ulterior deal with the other party.

As for what the deal is, it definitely involves the field of physiology.

"Your boss...... What kind of person is he? ”

A second before stepping through the first metal gate of the steam tower, Ryji paused, as if he had something to make a big decision.

"Why do you ask this?"

The impatient witch with the sword flicked her pale golden ponytail and glared at her with a very vicious look.

"Just ask."

"When I see you, I know what to do, we subordinates shouldn't chew our tongues behind our backs."

Another short-haired bodyguard witch with a palpable face cut off the subject, pulled out a metal card with intricate patterns carved on the front and back from her pocket, and held it close to a glowing rectangular area on the wall.

Ryji heard a faint metallic sound behind the glowing area, and a second, closed silver metal door opened. Behind the door is a retro-designed metal elevator, which is an old-fashioned elevator.

It is powered by a combination of heat and electricity, the ceiling lights are always on, the light is warm, there is no unpleasant smell of tobacco in the elevator hall, and the floor is covered with a soft Persian carpet.

The quintessence-level handmade products from Iran are casually placed in the elevator for others to trample on, and the "boss" may have too much money to have room to install, and he needs to make himself feel better through extravagance and waste.

Money does do whatever you want.

Looking at the beautiful carpet under her feet, Ruiji carefully stepped on it, and the two bodyguard witches passed by here every day, and they had stepped on it countless times, without any worries in her heart.

No matter how expensive the carpet is, the final effect is to be used by the witch as a footfoot.

Instead of a button to select a floor, the elevator is flicked a circular dial with Roman numerals like a clock, and the hand stops at the floor where the numeral number is pointed.

The design of the Roman numeral dial is very underworld for witches who can't read it, and everyone prefers Arabic numerals, which are easier to remember than Roman numerals.

The bodyguard witch dials the pointer to the number XXX, which represents the Arabic numeral 30. The owner's floor is the highest floor of this steam tower, and it takes about 30 seconds to reach it by elevator.

There is a small display above the dial, and the Roman numerals on it keep beating and stop at XXX, making a "ding-" beep.

The elevator door opens, and the two bodyguard witches are the first to step out of the elevator car, and Ruiji finally sees the world behind the elevator door.

On the top floor of the steam tower is a large rotunda, and half of the walls have been replaced with glass floor-to-ceiling windows to ensure a good view.

The feeling of looking down on everything is amazing, different from the feeling of flying in the sky on a broomstick. Appearing here as a person in power and with a posture and trampling everything under your feet, the starting point is not at all the same as ordinary witches who pass by in general.

A tall witch between 165 and 170 tall, wearing a pure white robe with gold rimmed, stood in the center of the hall, wearing a pure black witch hat on her head and a pair of cool straw sandals on her feet, not looking like an Asian witch.

The witch's skin color is between Caucasian and yellow, darker than Caucasian, and lighter than yellow, which is very attractive.

She turned her back to Ruiji and stared at the night view of the water city outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window. The two bodyguards stood behind her and said respectfully in Japanese, "Boss, someone brought it." ”

Even the witch who was very impatient just now, in the face of this witch who was a head shorter than herself and dressed strangely, her attitude was immediately the same as the two of them just now, and her tone was as gentle as the anchor of the witch's midnight radio, or the kind that was specially designed to answer questions and listen to the troubles of the caller witch.

The power of money and power is terrifying, Rydge thought to herself.

Giving other witches a little wealth that is insignificant to them can make them work everywhere, do everything that is based on their own pleasure, get countless praises, cheers, pass by the shop window without standing at the door and stare at the price label in a daze, and think about how many months it will take to save enough money.

Wicked rich man!

Riji saw the witch with her hands behind her back, and several fingers wearing golden rings with several priceless diamonds set on the front of the ring. Although she didn't understand diamonds and rings, a rich man like the "boss", who was qualified to stand on the tallest building in Flotin and look down on all the witches at his feet, couldn't possibly pretend to outsiders with a few fake goods from a roadside two-dollar store.

She is very high-profile and likes to show off her wealth to other witches, and her modest dress is nothing more than to highlight the ornaments on her body, such as rings and earrings, hairpins and shoe buckles on her head.

"Miss Sakuma, welcome."

The boss turned to face the direction of the elevator, and it was only then that Ruiji saw that she was wearing a wooden rakshasa mask on her face. The Rakshasa mask bears a resemblance to the faces of the weak witches who held the spell festival on the third night in Asahina, and she remembers the fear of being dominated by those strange gossip for a night, and by the way, the mysterious witch Tsuki, who has helped her so much.

Tsuki's face alternates with the boss's face, the latter dispelling Tsuki's face with an absolute presence and freezing it in Ruiji's sight.

The black mask has a pair of silver horns more than ten centimeters long growing out of the legs, which are so sharp that they cut through the skin.

The nose resembles a traditional Japanese ghost tengu, thick and stretching forward, with an angry expression as if staring at a small person in front of him, and the white fangs in his mouth are intertwined, and the whole mask reveals an eerie feeling.

Many Japanese witches like to wear ghost masks in order to deter the witches of the opposing faction on the battlefield. At the end of the Shogunate, there was a folk witch organization called the "Oni-noodle Group", which was in opposition to the Shinsengumi, a folk ronin witch organization that was encircled by the Tokugawa Shogunate, and the witches of the Oni-Mizu Group would each wear a Rakshasa Ghost Face to cover their faces, and only take it off when they killed the Shogunate Samurai Witch or Ronin Witch, so that they could die clearly.

Now the oni-noodle group has disappeared into the torrent of history and has become an inseparable part of the history of Japanese witches. If the boss is an admirer of the ghost noodle group, everything can make sense.

In the luxurious hall, a row of knife holders are installed on the opaque wall, and each knife holder displays a delicate knife, even those who don't understand knives can understand their value at a cursory glance.

There are a few knives that are very familiar, it seems that I have seen them a few times in the article on the appreciation of famous swords in the Warring States period, and Ruiji only recognized one of them, the great canon of one of the five swords in the Warring States world. It was once a family heirloom of the Ashikaga family, the shogun of Muromachi, and has since been handed over to many famous witches, and now it is in the hands of the boss.

She's just too extravagant.

Ruiji's eyes scanned the hall round and round, and found that this was not only a hall for viewing, but also the boss's office. The lobby is fully stocked with desks, computers, bookshelves with glass doors, information cabinets, and a wide bar for bartending and other drinks on the right, and a light brown leather sofa on the left.

Another locker with a transparent lid has a row of broom holders installed inside, a total of fifteen brooms from left to right, each of which bears no resemblance to the previous one in color and style.

The boss knew she was new to the house and loved admiring the gorgeous office. In fact, every witch she found would show the same idea for the first time.

"How about it, do you like the night view of Flotin that you see here?"

"I don't know how to say it...... It's very good-looking, yes, I should have been kidnapped by you now, right? ”

Riji won't forget the image of the somewhat ill-behaved bodyguard witch urging her to hurry up and see her boss with threatening words, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"I hate it when a gun or a knife is pointed at my head in my life."

"This is my negligence, and I apologize to you for their powerless behavior. But if I don't, I won't be able to see you here tonight. A little verbal violence can make a good deed, and I think it's worth it. ”

"Is this a little bit of violence by you...... My friend was very scared when he first came to Flotin, and I guess there will be a psychological shadow in the future, and I don't think we can contribute anything good to each other with such a bad attitude towards customers. ”

She tries her best to resist the urge to blame her boss, so as not to be held against the other party, and in the future, she is suddenly troubled by a mysterious witch in Tokyo. There is a gang culture among the Japanese people, and some extreme witches will be hired by companies that appear to be decent and mainly make a living, and the witches who control the company will work hard to find them on a dark and windy night or a sunny day.

The next day, the witch who was asked for trouble by the extreme path may evaporate from the world, and from then on it will become a missing unsolved case, and the reward amount will accumulate more and more, but no one will be born, no body will be seen, and finally it will gradually disappear from the public's field of vision.

The boss didn't say anything threatening to her, and although he couldn't see the face under her mask, the flirtatious and playful tone was enough to show that the guy was laughing.

Rydge couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a disdainful laugh, but it was also very embarrassing. Then, she looked at the two bodyguards and witches who were standing behind the boss, humble as domestic servants, and made it clear with her eyes that the boss had "invited" them.

Since it was a "sincere" conversation, too many idle people stayed in the office and were restrained, and what they wanted to say was stuck in their throats and couldn't say a word.

The owner of the office knew this and waved his hand back and forth.

"You two go down first, and have two cups of coffee brought in, with a sweet taste, and the guests don't like coffee that is too bitter. Go ahead. ”

"Yes."

The bodyguards and witches glanced at each other, confirming that their boss was in a good mood now, and quietly showed a relieved expression. Ruiji skillfully captured the subtle changes in their faces, and felt a little relieved.

Bullying other witches, the guy who fights the power of the dog will be suppressed by the strong after all, this kind of picture is very pleasant, if only there were more.

When the superfluous people left, the sound of two hurried footsteps was far away, and Ruiji was invited by the boss to sit down on the sofa. The hot tea in the teapot had just been brewed, and it seemed that she had prepared it in advance—specifically to entertain tonight's guests.

"I only have a pot of coarse tea here, what kind of drink does Sakuma-san prefer? If you don't like the tea and coffee I prepare, there are thousands of other options for you to choose from. ”

"No, I'm not thirsty right now."

Ruiji treats this unexpected trip as a Hongmen banquet, and the boss does not dare to touch the drinks and food that the boss has served her. In case it is poisonous, if you can't get timely treatment from the doctor witch after taking it, you will die.

Good health is not the capital to try poison, some witches are blindly confident in their physical fitness, eat poison as food, want to practice super drug resistance, and never feel satisfied, so they drink the poison quenched in the body of the most poisonous snake in the Amazon jungle, and really poison themselves.

The tea soup in the teacup is crystal clear, but Ruiji has no intention of drinking it.

In the corner of the office lay a basketball-sized copper incense burner with several pieces of lit incense, white smoke curling and swirling under two giant gear-shaped chandeliers.

The whole office was filled with an unfamiliar light scent, not the same as the smell in the pool, courtyard and Platinum Palace of her clubhouse.

She discovered something very important - the smell of the burning incense block in the incense burner diluted the effect of the aerosol hallucinogenic potion, and the heavy brain became lighter and more refreshed in the aroma, and the ghost in her vision became one with the body, and her body no longer swayed.

It's a shame to say that, but Ruiji really thinks this aromatherapy smells good.

"It's okay, don't like it. I'm not a witch who likes to be strong. ”

The boss poured the tea himself, drank the tea, repeated a few rounds, and let Ruiji sit next to him and wait. Ruiji is sitting in a precarious position, worried that he will be taught a lesson by the boss if he does not look good.

The pitch-black witch hat and the pure gold silk hat circumference speak for themselves. The opponent is a big witch, or a strong big witch. Although witches can't see each other's exact magical powers, they can easily feel the strength of each other's magical powers if they have learned to perceive magic a little.

A rakshasa demon in a white robe, she is very strong, ridiculously strong.

Just sitting next to her, Riji had some difficulty breathing. The hideous mask visually exerted a strong sense of pressure on her, and at the first sight, her chest tightened and her heart almost stopped.

"Who are you?"

Ruiji asked with the pain of the fork.

"Me? Everyone calls me the Snowy Owl. The real name doesn't matter, it's just a meaningless codename. My subordinates are also referred to by code names, and do not know each other's real names. ”

"Snowy Owl ......"

The image of a large owl with a body length of 50-70 centimeters, a round head, and white feathers immediately comes to mind. The snowy owl is a bird of prey that feeds on mammals, and has a ferocious personality, which is somewhat similar to the witch's style.

(End of chapter)