Chapter 197: Weber Velvet

Look at the room in front of you.

Diarmuid Odina clenched the gun in his hand, and then let go.

Clenched and loosened again.

The expression is very tangled...

In another room, his Master, the Dead Apostle was sucking human blood.

At the beginning, Diarmuid took some not-so-scarce blood species from the hospital with his own knowledge.

But that dead disciple was very dissatisfied, and finally caught the passerby by himself!

If...if it was someone else, Diarmuid's spear would definitely penetrate that person's heart without any hesitation, ending his life, and there would not even be time for him to use the Command Seal!

But...he is his own Master.

And his wish of Diarmuid is to be loyal to his Master.

Why does such a thing happen...

Diarmuid's hand holding his treasure was a little bit blue.

Loyalty and sense of justice are constantly fighting in his heart, so he doesn't know what to do.

The next moment, he heard the sound of the door opening, and the treasure in his hand disappeared instantly and turned around.

Dead Apostle Colin Kidd stepped out.

"Master..."

"Well..." Colin Kidd moved his body twice and smiled: "That **** agent died in my hands in the end. Then...there is one more goal left. After this is over, you can return to the Hall of Valor."

Looking at this heroic spirit of his own, he still feels a little strange. After all, he has lived for hundreds of years, and he still has some understanding of some things. If Heroic Spirits are a product of affirming human history, then Dead Apostles are a product of denying human history.

It can be said to be completely opposite, but now, the negating dead disciple of himself controls the affirmative heroic spirit.

That's the so-called wonder of things.

Diarmuid breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "So, Master, who is the next target?"

"It's very simple..." Colin Kidd smiled: "A manga artist named Kurokawa Kazuya, kill him and your mission is over."

…

No certificate or anything.

However, if a magician inquired next, he would be able to inquire about the rank of Kurokawa and Ya in the clock tower—the sacrificial seat.

Barthumello's words worked well.

She alone is enough to be equivalent to the weight of several monarchs. Nothing complicated, Kurokawa and Ya quickly became a priest magician of the clock tower.

Although, this magician doesn't even understand the details of how magic power works.

Can't cast a single magic trick.

But he is still a magician.

"Then, I will accompany you here." Meivis said: "I still have other work, so I will trouble you for the rest."

"En." Kurokawa and Mi nodded: "Yes, but, can you tell me one thing, that is the location of Weber Velvet?"

"I see." Although she didn't know what he wanted to do, Mavis still told Kurokawa and Mi the location of the man who was now a first-level lecturer in the clock tower.

"Thank you thank you."

Kurokawa and Mi smiled, and walked towards the place she said.

The reason he's looking for Weber is simple...

Because after all, I have stepped into the door of the magic world. Although I don't have so much time to learn some great magic, if I have that time, I might as well draw two more comics, maybe I can draw some powerful abilities.

but.

There are some magic tricks he still wants to learn.

This will also bring great convenience to your life.

For example, magic such as "suggestion", "enhancement", "repair" and "treatment".

These are very practical.

Suggestion, simply put, is hypnosis.

Strengthening is not only about strengthening the strength of the body, but also for example, if the eyes are flashed by a strong light, choosing to strengthen the eyes can quickly recover.

Repairing, if something is broken by accident, or one's original manuscript is accidentally damaged, a repair magic is enough, even... Even when he is painting, he occasionally makes mistakes.

At this time, if the repair magic is used to repair the damage in that part of the ink, will the error disappear?

Treatment, this is even more useful, all kinds of injuries can be treated with this.

These are also the four kinds of magic that I most want to learn, and all of them are basic magic.

But the foundation does not mean that it is useless, or that it is more useful because it is the foundation.

If you are fighting, your own ripples and magic eyes plus Command Seals are enough.

But in daily life, these can play a very convenient role.

Soon, he came to a street that was much worse than the one he was in before—modern magic discipline.

Weber Velvet is here.

On the way, he also met a lot of students. Compared with other schools of thought, this place is more like an outside school.

However, no one seemed to recognize him yet.

After all, he is just a cartoonist, not the kind of character who shows his face often.

"Well, just ask, do you know where Weber Velvet is?" Kurokawa Kazuya said as he watched a not very busy student walk over.

"Well, he should be in the office in that building now."

Kurokawa Kazuya looked in the direction he pointed: "Thank you."

It's all right, the student left after speaking, and he didn't worry about whether anyone would harm Weber or something. After all, this is the clock tower, and Weber's whereabouts are no secret.

Soon, he found Weber's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

There was such a voice in the room. Kurokawa and Mi pushed open the door and walked in, and saw Weber Velvet buried in a pile of documents.

"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly." While speaking, Weber raised his head to look at Kurokawa and Mi and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

"It's our first meeting, Weber Velvet." Kurokawa and Mi smiled and said, "As for my name, I think you must have heard of it, Kurokawa and Mi, it's me."

"..." Wei Bo rubbed his forehead and pressed the bell beside him.

Soon, the door opposite this room was pushed open, and a maid-like person walked up to Kurokawa and Mi and said.

"What's the matter, Mr. Velvet?"

"Ah, take him away." Weber sighed, "It's another one who calls himself Kazuya Kurokawa."

"I see."

"..."