Chapter 38 "Opening crit!"
"So are you sure there isn't a magic school called Hogwarts in this world?"
"I've never heard of it." Amos thought carefully about it for a while, then shook his head decisively, "Only specific aliens are qualified to learn and control magic. How could there be a specialized school to teach this?"
"What about Kama Taj? Have you heard of the Supreme Mage?" Lange continued to ask.
"I know the Supreme Witch, but the Supreme Mage"
Amos spread his hands with a look of confusion on his face, "I have lived for so many years and I have never seen a mage. As for the so-called magic, it is just some tricks to control fire and water. There is nothing surprising about it. "
"OK"
Lango nodded slightly. After chatting with Amos all night, he already had a very deep understanding of today's world.
It's terrible. Hidden under the earthly world is a mess of monsters, ghosts, gods, and snakes, filled with all kinds of incredible beings.
But what is so comforting is that the entire world maintains a delicate balance with those dark sides because of the existence of some special organizations.
Of course, just listening to what others say is not enough. In order to keep the system's progress bar full, he also needs to come into contact with these things himself.
And tonight is just such an opportunity.
At this time, the sky was getting brighter. Amos looked at the morning light coming in through the window and couldn't help but yawn.
"Let's talk about it later. I have to go back and have a good sleep now."
After saying that, the old man smoked the last bit of cigar in his hand vigorously, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and then went upstairs and returned to his display cabinet.
After he left, Lango glanced at his watch. It was exactly six o'clock. If nothing else happened, the curator would be here in half an hour.
Emma, who was lying on the chair sleeping, also woke up. She glanced at the coat that Lange had put on her body, pushed it away, and then turned her head to the other side, not wanting to see Lange throw his body. The gaze here.
After witnessing this, Lange smiled helplessly, walked to her and squatted down.
"Emma?"
Emma didn't respond, just remained silent and turned her back to him.
When Lango saw this, he did not force her. He just sat beside her gently, held her hand, and revealed all the truth about what Amos said last night.
Emma, who was originally unmoved, couldn't help but tremble slightly when she heard that her mother had died as a result of demon sacrifice.
When she heard that she would become the devil's puppet later, her forced calmness instantly collapsed.
Emma turned her head, her eyes full of disbelief, "Are there really demons in this world?"
"Yes, and not only demons, but also various other weird but extremely dangerous creatures."
Lange answered frankly: "We even have dozens of them at home. If you are interested, I can let them come out to show you when I get home."
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Emma's face was full of shock, and she stayed there for a long time unable to speak.
She then remembered that just now after Lange mentioned that her mother was killed by a demon, she couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in her heart. She only felt that her eyes were slightly astringent, but the tears could not flow down.
"Why."
She raised her head, her eyes full of puzzlement and confusion, "Why do the people around her feel sad when someone dies? Doesn't this happen to everyone sooner or later?"
Lange was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly said: "The parents who gave birth to you, the elders who have taken care of you, the friends who have accompanied you, and the lovers who have missed you. The death of any close person means that she is in your life." It has become an only copy without a copy, and will never get any response or resonance.”
"Maybe the reason why I am sad is that I am worried that I will forget the other person."
Speaking of this, Lange asked jokingly: "If I am gone one day, will you be sad?" Upon hearing this, Emma glanced at Lango with a complicated look, and shook her head slightly, "I don't know."
Lango smiled, did not continue to dwell on this topic, and instead informed Emma of the three safe places mentioned by Amos.
"For your safety and the safety of your classmates and teachers, I suggest you seriously consider these three places to go. Of course, if you don't want to go, I won't force you, but from now on, you will have to pay twenty Stay with me for four hours."
Lango patted the girl's head and did not force her to decide where to go directly. He had a hunch that this time Emma would not make a choice that would disappoint him.
Soon after, after he patrolled the museum again, the curator opened the door on time.
But as soon as he came in, his face became a little ugly. Opposite him, Lango was looking at him with a flattering smile on his face.
You can tell at a glance that you must have something to ask of yourself.
In the suburbs, a Raptor F650 is galloping on the asphalt road.
Thinking of how the curator had roared before and then reluctantly approved the fake, Lango raised the corners of his mouth happily and turned up the sound in the car.
Speaking of the noble people Lango met after returning to New York, the curator was definitely the first among them.
Although this little old man has a bit of an arrogant and eccentric temper, he is an out-and-out good person. Every time Lange talks to him, he feels like he is facing the boss of [Daily Bugle].
No, it was obvious that he had just asked for leave to go to Los Angeles, but within two days of returning, he had approved his request for leave again.
Of course, there must be a reason for Teddy to take over his job.
Half an hour later, Lango followed the address given by Cindy before, and finally arrived at his destination after twists and turns.
An old castle standing in the suburbs.
It is said to be an old castle, but in fact it is more like a luxurious manor villa.
It is visually estimated to be five stories high, and the area is four to five times larger than the Lango family's haunted house.
After entering the courtyard gate, two rows of tall pine trees stand on both sides like loyal guards. There is also an exquisite fountain statue shining in the sun at the main entrance.
All of them demonstrate the owner's strong financial resources.
After pushing the door and jumping out of the car, looking at everything in front of him, Lange did not rush in. Instead, he lit a cigarette and carefully recalled the plot of the movie.
He tried hard to put aside the pornographic jokes and heavy-handed plots in it, but was surprised to find that this movie had no plot at all!
The whole thing is just a spoof of nonsensical comedy, without any normal logical thinking.
But the things inside are quite interesting
Shrugging, Lange walked quickly to the door with a shoulder bag on his shoulder.
However, just as he was about to knock on the doorbell, his hand involuntarily froze in mid-air.
The so-called "doorbell" hanging on the door is a lifelike relief of a man, and there are two eye-catching circular pendants below.
After a moment of silence, Lango sighed and held his hand.
"Dong dong."
"Aha~"
As expected, every time he knocked, the man on the relief would make a strange cry.
“Dong, dong dong dong—!”
"Ha~~slowdown!"
(End of chapter)