Chapter 7 Curse
The cruel battle of faith ended with the collective surrender of death believers, which made Wayne very uncomfortable.
He acknowledged the power of the pistol, but it ruined the atmosphere too much and blinded his complex psychological activities just now.
The unscrupulous behavior of the death believers also made Wayne lose his basic respect for the gods of this world. It is right to think about it. The leading brother, a cross-dressing boss, sells characters to cut leeks, and the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Believers who cannot expect death would rather die than surrender.
Wayne sighed and sighed, this is good, he is ordinary, the world is safe, he is safe.
On the side, the believers stood in a row with their hands against the wall. William relied on his strength to greet the prisoners on a physical level one by one.
One of the faces was familiar to Wayne, the longshoreman Pluto, who was knocked to the ground by William's silky little combo.
Oyster root, adu root, gargantuan root (X)
Left hook, right hook, Shoryuken (√)
Magic is so unpretentious!
After everyone was honest, Veronica began to interrogate, and it was still the same old thing, mushrooms that were so delicious that they caused hallucinations.
Veronica tracked the Death Walker all the way. She didn't expect that she would make a huge breakthrough in a short period of time and successfully wipe out one of the opponent's strongholds. However, as the interrogation progressed, she inevitably became disappointed.
The Death Walker did not attend the party tonight. The organizer who seemed to be the leader was just an errand boy. Veronica not only missed the party, but also successfully alerted him.
The possibility of waiting was too low. Veronica asked about Death Walker's whereabouts and got an answer of returning to her hometown to get married.
Wayne scratched his head. It was so outrageous, but... so down-to-earth. The mysterious magician in his mind suddenly became friendly.
After questioning, Veronica learned the Death Walker's name and hometown address.
Mike Nelson, nicknamed ‘Blood Mike’, is based in the small town of Kafuno, northwest of Lundan.
Mike was born into a mule and horse family, and came to the big city to work alone. He spent many years hanging out in the docks and warehouse areas. During a robbery, he offended a local snake and was beaten until he was covered in blood, earning him the nickname Bloody Mike.
Mike has no money for people, no money for brains, and no money for money. He is doomed to be unable to turn around in his life. If nothing else happens, he will be drained of residual value by the dock, and he will take his meager savings and injuries with him on the day he can't work anymore. The tired body returned to my hometown.
But somehow, Mike turned around and became a believer in the Goddess of Death. He also successfully mastered magic and enlisted a group of boys to seize a piece of land in the warehouse district.
Mike said nothing about what happened to him. He was extremely religious about death, and his personality also underwent a huge change.
While Veronica was collecting information, Wayne couldn't help but feel doubtful and curiously asked William: "William, as far as you know, is the goddess of death a boy or girl?"
"female."
Without hesitation, William added: "At least it looks like a woman on the outside."
"Essentially?"
"I'll just...why do you ask that?"
"Well, just now I blended into the crowd and pretended to pray, and I heard a voice in my ear. I don't know if it was the goddess of death. It was a very low voice, definitely a male voice. He asked me if I was willing to give everything." Wayne said with a serious face.
"That is not the goddess of death, but one of the three representatives of death, the observer Griu. If you see the spider mark over there, that is the symbol of the observer."
William answered Wayne's confusion, and then said in surprise: "Death never comes on its own initiative, but it allows observers to personally send invitations. You are lucky. This shows that you and death are very consistent."
William didn't say a word. If Wayne could get the invitation from the Observer, he would most likely become a descendant of the Goddess of Death in the human world. As a result, he would gain powerful abilities that could not be compared to those of disciples such as Death Walker.
"What kind of luck is it to be favored by death, Griou the Observer..."
Wayne's mouth was covered by William in the middle of his words. The latter approached with a big face and warned: "You have been listed by the observer, and you cannot call him by his name, otherwise he will think you are responding to the invitation, do you understand? "
Wayne was stunned, pushed away William's hand that seemed to be taking advantage, and wondered: "What will happen if he thinks I respond?"
"His will will come here and plant the mark of a death disciple on you." William said solemnly.
"Gudu!"
William's voice was too cold, far less optimistic and sunny than usual. The huge contrast made Wayne swallow subconsciously and secretly whispered a thrill. Fortunately, the gay stopped him in time, otherwise the will of the agent came, and there would definitely be no good juice to eat today.
Just as he was thinking about it, a sudden change occurred in the center of the warehouse. The black light of the inverted triangle symbol submerged by the green plants surged, and the eight spider legs twisted and entangled in the void. It was like the sage's time had ended and he became alive again.
The twisted spider legs sank into the void, connecting to the outside world. A low murmur echoed throughout the warehouse, followed closely by the strong impact of the black curtain.
The shock wave of darkness swept through the entire place, rendering everything in its path gray and white.
Veronica had no defense, and neither did William. They seemed to have been mentally prepared, or in other words, they had been waiting for this moment. Not only did they have no defense, they also accepted the baptism of black light calmly.
The believers were all at peace. The shock wave was only visually terrifying, but actually had no physical damage. After the black light dissipated, the gray-white warehouse returned to its original appearance.
Except for Wayne, who felt something change in his body. "Veronica, how are you?"
William asked tentatively, and saw Veronica shake her head and sighed: "The curse is indeed not so easy to undo. Who said last time that a negative comes out of a negative, oh, I guessed it, then it's okay."
Veronica made no comment and gave William a roll of her eyes to let William experience it.
"I would like to interrupt. Regarding the curse, can you tell me more specifically? Is it because the will of the observer has come?" Wayne's expression was stiff, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat on his back.
"It has nothing to do with the observer, and it has nothing to do with you. The curse comes from another agent of death, the judge, because destroying the ritual caused the curse. I have put magic on you to protect you from the curse."
William slapped Wayne on the shoulder. Just as he was proud of his foresight, his eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief: "What's going on, where is my magic? You, are you cursed?"
"Ask me, who should I ask, I don't know!"
Wayne cried sadly, of course he knew what was going on, but only children admit their mistakes, and adults all know that passing the blame is the last word.
As expected, William thought that he had made a mistake in casting the spell and Wayne was cursed. He was so panicked that he couldn't speak clearly: "Don't panic, you are not a magician, and you will not be cursed to seal the magic power... No, how do you feel? Why? So, has there been any change in your body?"
As he spoke, he touched Wayne's body here and there. The latter refused and jumped far away.
Where are you touching? Is that a place where people of the same gender can touch?
"There are indeed some changes in the body."
Wayne pursed his lips, his eyes drifted and seemed confused, and he said half-seriously: "I'm very hungry, I want to eat, hiss, the more I think about it, the hungrier I get."
As he spoke, he stared straight at Veronica, received a vicious look, and wisely focused on William.
"Wayne, you don't want to eat people, do you?" William subconsciously took a step back.
"That's not the case. Normal hunger, just food that can fill your stomach. Except for potatoes, there is... another kind of hunger."
Wayne took a deep breath: "It's not the body, but some inexplicable place. I can't describe it. Let's just say it's the soul. My soul is hungry for magic. Well, it should be magic energy... I'm not a professional. , I don’t know how to describe it.”
"Magic power?" William answered quickly.
"Yes, yes, that's it. I'm still hungry for magic power."
Wayne nodded repeatedly and said firmly: "My soul longs for magic power. If there is no magic power to replenish it, the soul will soon starve to death. Yes, that's it!"
Having said this, he glanced at Veronica again, and as expected, received another fierce look.
"The judge's curse is extremely vicious and uncertain. It is not impossible to feed on magic power. But he is just an ordinary person and does not have magic power to satisfy the hunger of his soul. Even if he did, he would be sealed due to the curse just now. If Leave it alone..."
A small popular science lecture came from the corner. Wayne looked down at the source of the sound, and what he saw was the black cat Monica walking towards him with cat steps.
"Cat, the cat has spoken." Wayne's eyes widened.
Monica jumped on top of William's head and continued: "William, because of your mistake, an ordinary person was cursed and he will die. You have to take responsibility for your mistake."
"What can I do? I was cursed to have all my magic power sealed away. The only thing left was saved by meditating every day. I can't help him." William felt aggrieved and looked at Veronica with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
"dimension……"
"snort!"
Get a back of the head.
William had no choice but to raise Monica high above his head and said with a playful smile: "You are lucky that the magic power is not sealed. Otherwise, you are responsible for feeding him. I owe you. I will give you whatever you want to eat in the future. Do."
Monica was very talkative, and a thoughtful expression appeared on the cat's face: "Yes, yes, but I can't always satisfy him unless he meditates to gain magic power."
"But it's too difficult. He will starve to death soon." William shook his head.
"That's right."
Monica nodded, and after a while, it broke free from William's hold and jumped onto Wayne's shoulder with ease, placing its flesh-padded paws on Wayne's face.
Hey, what a cute little meat ball!
Wayne looked sideways and looked into Monica's golden cat eyes. The latter said hoarsely: "I can plant the seeds of magic in you, guide and help you become a magician in the shortest time, but There is no free lunch in the world. I am your guide. From now on, you can only believe in the Moonlight Goddess like me. Is there any problem? "
"No."
Wayne was so happy that he made up an excuse to become a magician. It was a blessing in disguise.
However, he seems to have seen this combination of a magical girl and a cute pet that can talk and grant magic power somewhere...
(End of chapter)