Charles Rentel, a source energy sublimator, a D2 level mage, with a magic name: Bridge.
He was once the head coach of the Nofi Yuaneng Club and had a large number of supporters in the club, but these supporters were also due to his teacher's work.
The teacher is an old mage who is 112 years old.
Although this age is nothing to the traditional spellcasting profession, they have many ways to break the boundaries with their souls and bodies.
Not to mention, today's technology has enabled them to no longer choose the undead path of becoming a "lich".
But his teacher was indeed not a traditional spell caster.
The spellcasting system, which takes the magic wand system as its main research direction, takes shortcuts.
It omits the time of studying the principles of spells, omits the time of self-training to master spells, and skips the time of actual combat mastery - all the energy is devoted to the optimization of spell macros, the intensive research and testing of AI judgment, and the The accumulation of one's own magic power.
This system was once called evil when it was first born. It was suppressed by the entire traditional faction, and its development was even more tepid. It was only after receiving reference from otherworldly knowledge and actual finished products that it truly developed by leaps and bounds.
It also rose rapidly because of its extreme closeness to the people.
But precisely because of this, in the development process of this series, "ordinary people" in a broad sense gradually occupied the main force.
What you want is convenience!
What you want is a quick fix!
Rather than the mystery of magic, the ultimate in magic, the magical ability like a fairy tale.
It can be said that they are not like people who study magic itself, but people who study how to use magic.
He was even called a "boring person", a "thief", and even a "blasphemer" by other magicians.
The difference in pursuit is revealed here.
Therefore, there are many magicians with normal life spans in this series.
They are all ordinary people, ordinary people in every sense of the word, even called "Muggles" in the distant past.
This is an insulting borrowed word used to describe beings without magical abilities.
Nor do they have endless pursuit of knowledge and pursuit.
They lack the desire for immortality, and most of them don't even care about the gradual deterioration of their mental and physical bodies.
And Charles’s teacher is one of such groups.
One hundred and thirty-two years old, even if the average age of the human body is 106 years old today, there should be some signs of Alzheimer's disease, but the teacher does not.
Spell casters do not need to pursue immortality, but they require eternal intellectual existence.
The old mage, who still thinks clearly, has many students, and Charles is just one of them, but Charles is also his most accomplished student.
He reached the D2 test at the age of thirty-two. He is already considered excellent as a researcher of magic wands, and he is even more likely to succeed as a teacher.
——As the founder of the club, the teacher, although he passed the position of minister to his senior brother ten years ago, he still enjoys a position of power similar to that of the great patriarch, aloof from others.
But is that the kind of status he wants? !
What he wants is the grimoire that his teacher passed down to his senior brother but not to himself!
The series of iteratively updated spell macro code records are just something to be avoided in the eyes of others like "Shit Mountain Code", but in the eyes of their magic staff students, it is the Supreme Magic Book!
The magician whose magic is called Bridge can connect everywhere. He is famous for his ability. Why is he so guarded against by his masters! ?
He can even establish good relations with gangsters in foreign lands, so why would he betray his relatives in the club?
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"So on that note, where do you think we should start? Miss Mostima."
"Eh? Do you want to be a detective? Am I the assistant?"
The blue-eyed fallen angel lady blinked in surprise.
Unlike her colleagues who complained on the public screen, "Boss, what are you doing?" and were silent, she looked quite emotional.
The person who seems to not care about the current loss of news is both her colleague and her boss's sister.
"No, this is just a simple question. In fact, the answer is already obvious."
After erasing the electronic information of the wanted criminal Charles Rentel in his hand, Omo looked at this fallen angel lady who had made him feel that he had a subtle conflict of attributes from the first moment they met, his eyes filled with dark red.
The demonic side was active due to mental concentration, causing him to speak out words that fit his identity:
"Because of darkness, because of madness, because of malice."
"This man possesses many things that others can only hope to achieve, such as talent and the desire to improve..."
It is undeniable that when this point was brought up, Omer thought of his friend who was always difficult to lift up, but his thoughts would move forward, so he continued:
"But he was also consumed by desire, so he came to this city early, in this city where the clouds were rolling and it looked like it was going to rain."
Omer raised his head and looked at the sky, which was clearly three o'clock in the afternoon but always looked dark.
This is not his first time in the foreign land of Jiemen District. He has also seen the sunny side of the city before, but the desire under that glow always makes him more repelled... but he cannot deny the closeness in his heart. .
Whether it's sunny or cloudy, this city is just as the Holy Terra Federation defines it - [showing the gray culture of another world]
What is gray culture?
——Neither white nor black, that is the background of desire, which can be biased in two directions, or purely intertwined.
“The first time I came here, I thought I was in Syracuse.” The Texas Names newsletter briefly lit up.
The lost angel is supposed to be her partner. This is what Omo saw at first, and it is also the recognition in the memory of the other world.
But she was silent in the communication before this, which made Omo think it was the calm before the storm.
However, her sudden speech at this moment did not sound sullen. Instead, it sounded like a sentence that had no beginning or end at first glance.
It is words that perhaps only "travelers" can understand.
For example, where is Syracuse? Omo has some impressions to answer the question:
Corresponding to the land of Ilo District where the mafia culture is resident, there are often lingering dark clouds hanging over people's heads and hearts.
But Texas also said the next sentence:
"But the results are ultimately different."
At this time, Mostema smiled and asked: "Mr. Linton, do you want me to explain what Syracuse is?"
"No need, I actually have some memories of time travellers," Omer put his finger on his forehead and looked at the other person's unsurprised face, "Although it's not complete, I still have some rough impressions."
"I'm talking about boss, there are two other people, but Angel Neng hasn't spoken for seven minutes!" It's amazing that at this moment, the person who is most anxious about his colleagues is a certain financial fanatic, or maybe he is just simply anxious about his partners. Miss Croissant in trouble.
At the same time, the person responsible for comforting was still Mostima.
"You can look at the positioning, Croissant, we don't really have time to let Xiaole face the crisis."
Xiaole?
Omer was a little unfamiliar with this title, but he could understand that it was a reference to an angel, thinking that it might be a nickname related to his real name.
However, thinking about the intersection of this group of people was not what he should do at the moment, so he, who was observing around the building, also said: "Miss Croissant, can you mobilize the elevator on the northwest side of the building? I need Miss Texas to drive the car. Get there.”
"By the way, the live broadcast of the case will be pushed to the public channel. I need to shift the focus a little bit."
"? Anyway, push the flow, right? I'll go take a look at the elevator."
Although Croissant didn't understand, he had a strong professionalism in obeying his employer's instructions, and Texas even said directly:
"I'm coming over. By the way, there are some things you need to know about the gang you attacked before."
Attack... This was the first time he heard such words used to describe what he had done. Omo was speechless for a moment, but he also listened and recorded the indistinct words relayed by Texas, and his expression changed. It becomes cloudy and sunny.
"It sounds like you're still in trouble. The boss would welcome you to take credit."
At this time, the words coming from Mostema's smile made Omer subtly raise his hand and scratch his mouth with his index finger.
This was his habit of hiding his embarrassment.
To be honest, he is not short of money now, he is just constantly spending money. The pricing of Penguin Logistics is considered cheap and reasonable in the mercenary circle.
But Mostima said it anyway, whether it was abrupt or not.
This made him take a look at his clothes. Although the matching is not outdated, it has indeed been washed too many times.
When you observe others, others are observing you.
That's why I thought it was a subtle collision of attributes... He sighed inwardly and said, "You misunderstood, Miss Mostima."
"This is not a new trouble, but a new puzzle that will increase the difficulty of the next part."
"But you're right, I have to give you more money."
He had to admit this. Miss Texas' intelligence made him realize that his expectations were insufficient.
"How much does it cost for you to take action and bring the client along?"
Thanks to Undead Soldier, Big Fish Stewed with Tofu, Konoha Dance King, Linglong Rumeng, October Tianqin, Disaster Festival, Driver Cuteness, and Book Friends 20200730124405447 for their rewards.
thanks, thanks.
By the way, just think of it as a celebration of being discharged from the hospital and add an update, although the coding efficiency has not improved...
(End of chapter)
