The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Who is calling my name? Such an immature, innocent girl, where are you from...

Hello, Sithorn, I am a fourth-year student from Karma Taj School of Magic and Magic. My name is Harley Quizell. You can call me Harley directly. I am calling you because our college A mage contest is about to be held, and I haven't signed a demon god yet, the professor at the school recommended you to me, can we chat?

Uh... Sithorn was obviously choked. This ancient demon god is very uncomfortable with the development of the most sanctuary to abandon all mystic vocabulary and make a deal with the demon god like signing a contract to negotiate terms. The tone of the girl seemed to be asking Sithorn if he could give her an internship certificate.

You... Sithorn hesitated for a moment. In fact, he was really considering finding a new spokesperson recently.

The main reason is that he was focused on Wanda before, and he didn't care much about his other spokesperson, Mrs. Hydra, but this is also normal. Mrs. Hydra is also half-hearted, and she also mastered Seth's power.

After Sithorn's cold violence against Mrs. Hydra for a period of time, Mrs. Hydra also said goodbye to him, but at the same time, he hadn't chased Wanda back.

As mentioned before, in the dream world, Wanda was very angry that Sithorn could see her but she couldn't look directly at Sithorn. Wanda's anger was quite long, and it has passed for such a long time , Sithorn still didn't wait for her text message to reply.

But having said that, it is not necessary for the Great Demon Shadow to hang himself on a tree, but the reason why he is so eager for Wanda is that he is worried that Wanda thinks the same way.

After all, Wanda is the real incarnation of the power of chaos. Although Sithorn can also control most of the power of chaos, compared with Wanda, he is more like the middleman who earns the difference.

Wanda didn't listen to him, and Sithorn had no good idea. Of course, he had the idea of ​​revenge and controlling Wanda, but the time is not yet ripe, so he still needs a spokesperson during the transition period. The one who called him is Yes, it sounds naive and immature, at least Sithorn thinks she should have a better temper than Wanda.

So, the Great Demon Shadow cleared his throat, and said to Harley with that mysterious attitude: Child, you shouldn't follow your professor's stupid advice and conclude a contract with the Lord of Chaos, which means you have to pay more than others. Big price...

Then can you help me win the game? Harley's voice was crisp and fresh, like ice cubes fished out of the unfrozen stream source in winter, followed by a slightly sweet complaint: My deadly enemy, that bitch named Farana in the next bedroom, she has been practicing using the power of the contracted object to release magic early. If I really lose to her, I might as well jump off the top of the Himalayas right now!

It seems that you have the determination to pay the price...

Don't talk about those old calendars, I heard the professor talk about the skills of negotiating conditions with the demon god, but I didn't listen carefully to that class. So, you won't open your mouth like a lion, will you?

I value fairness...

Then can I borrow your power? I swear I'll use it well! Mr. Big Shadow, please, I really don't want to lose the game!

Sithorn actually felt a little doubtful, because he didn't think that Kama Taj would train such apprentice mages, but considering that Kama Taj had recently expanded its enrollment, and Harley's appearance happened to be a very typical study He didn't doubt too much about the image of a bad white girl.

Because of the existence of the magic defense network and Gu Yi's covetousness, now the demon gods cannot fully check each other's memory before signing the contract. Sithorn read the superficial thoughts and felt that there was no problem. Most of them were anxious and longing The emotions, a little fantasies after victory, are very normal.

Then the only thing to worry about is the compatibility between them. Most of the demon gods and humans are not completely compatible. If he was crazy, Gu Yi would come to trouble him, but he still decided to send a little less power to try.

Suddenly, Harry felt something more in his soul, this feeling was very strange, like looking at the ice cube inside through a glass jar, knowing that it was almost non-existent, but he could still see it from the light. A trace of signs was found in the reflection.

God! Harry exclaimed instinctively, Is this magical power? Have I controlled it?

What a fledgling, Sithorn thought, but for his future plans, he still had to comfort him: Yes, this is magic, the two of us have a good compatibility, and there is something hidden in your soul that I can't understand. You can understand darkness and chaos, but this may be your unique talent, which is very suitable for the power of chaos, you have found the right person.

You're talking too much, Mr. Seathorne.

Because we have already reached a contract, you just used this kind of power, and you will not be able to return it.

I don't plan to return the product either. Harley jumped up from the steps, a storm was brewing in her eyes, and the manifestation of the power of chaos in her body was a completely different ice blue from Wanda's, just like the sky over the Himalayas for many years. A lingering storm.

She looked down at her hands and said, I feel . . . empowered.

Wait, what are you holding in your hand? A new type of wand? Sithorn asked a little puzzled.

Harry watched the ice-blue power of chaos gushing out from her palm, gradually covering the blade of the boning knife until the whole knife became completely transparent and floated from her hand.

Yes . . . this is my wand, the newest model.

A dream, a dream too vague for little Bruce to understand.

In the dream, he became a flying bird with golden feathers. While beating on a tall sweet chestnut tree with his beak, he saw a shooting star fall in Egypt out of the corner of his eye.

The bull's head is wrong, and little Bruce's reason is telling him that there is no bird with golden feathers in this world. He should be a bat. Most sweet chestnut trees grow in Europe, and the beaks of ordinary birds can't pierce the bark. Unfortunately, there have been no reports of meteors falling in Egypt.

The dream scene was still switching, and little Bruce heard the sound of click click again, and the sound began to get closer and closer to him, and then he woke up in the dream, and saw a tall black figure standing on his side of the bed.

He was too tall, with his head on the ceiling, wearing a gorgeous robe in a style that little Bruce didn't know, and a huge crown on his head, but not as graceful and luxurious as a member of the royal family, but with a kind of majestic look. A terrifying authority that frightens people.

Who are you? Little Bruce asked, realizing he couldn't move.

I bring you the news of the stars, answer his call, and he will give you truth and power.

With a swish, little Bruce sat up from the bed, turned his head and saw no huge black shadow, and Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed opposite the room.

He knew where his fatigue in the past few days came from. He might have had this dream every day, but he couldn't remember it after waking up.

But anyone named Bruce Wayne in this world is not an ordinary person. After Bruce Jr. had such a weird nightmare, his first reaction was that he delayed at least two hours to discuss with Stark about the Ark reactor. knowledge.

Such damned pragmatism, if he had to answer the call of something to gain knowledge, he'd rather have a discussion with a genius scientist than hope for some ethereal blessing.

But in the classroom of Dream World School, Stark saw that Bruce Jr. was not in good condition, so he asked a little bit, Bruce Jr. just mentioned a few words irritably, Stark said with his eyes wide open.

Didn't you realize that you might be chosen by a demon god?

Where did I... see that?

He has called you for several days, and you haven't answered any of them.

Do I have to go back? Little Bruce looked disgusted.

Of course not. He can't harass you unrestrainedly. If you express your refusal clearly and he gives you a dream, then Kama Taj will trouble him, but you didn't refuse him at all.

Yes, I didn't respond, you can't count on me... I said I'm an outsider, I don't have any idea about it, and I don't trust them either.

Within certain rules, they are safe. Stark shrugged his shoulders and said, Although I don't like these nagging things, but since you have learned magic, you can't be without magical power forever, right? ?”

And you don't have any energy at all, there are some things I can't tell you. Stark looked down at his experiment picture and said, It's like this part of the energy hub involves some knowledge of energy operation. I have experienced it, but I can’t explain it.”

Should I respond to him? Little Bruce seemed a little hesitant.

From my point of view, you don't look like you have any talent for magic. Stark still said with that annoying arrogance: Your talent is not in this area at all, and it would be nice if someone is willing to find you.

When little Bruce woke up again, he found that Barry was standing by the bed and looked at him worriedly. Barry pursed his lips and said with some hesitation: I know this may make me appear rude, but I can only tell you , your complexion looks like a piece of shit.

Needless to say, Bruce Jr. had already seen his own face in the reflection of the closet door, he took a deep breath, shook his head and said: A demon god contacted me, and this seems to be a very normal thing in their universe , I'm considering whether to respond.

Barry's eyes widened immediately. He just wanted to persuade him, but Bruce Jr. waved his hand and said, This earth has a magic defense network, and they can't do much. If I promise, I will have magic to use, maybe it's not impossible try.

Barry turned his head and glanced out of the window, the sky was still dark, little Bruce seemed to have made up his mind, he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Bells, drums, and distant songs kept ringing in his ears. He dreamed that a god standing in the far north said goodbye to a giant bird. Little Bruce heard a distant flute from a man standing on the ice field. Came from behind the huge figure above.

He was almost about to see his face clearly, but soon he saw a manuscript floating in front of him, which recorded countless terrifying, crazy knowledge that could not be accepted by human beings.

Bruce Jr. accepted.

Batman is not an ordinary person, he glanced at the taboo knowledge on it, and then woke up screaming, he was sure that the huge figure in the dream was also shocked at the last moment.

With a bang, the door was kicked open.

Little Bruce and Barry turned their heads at the same time, and saw a figure like a will-o'-the-wisp standing outside the door with blue rays of light in their eyes.

Harry stared at little Bruce, or at least gave him a creepy smile while staring at the empty space behind him, and said, Got you.

But suddenly, some kind of strange picture in the spiritual vision disappeared, and Harry suddenly woke up.

Then, her abundant inspiration from great talent combined with the power brewing in her soul gave her a divine intuition.

Sithorn! Sithorn! Harry began to shout frantically.

what is that?

Sithorn was puzzled.

Behind me!

Sithorn began to fear.

No, Harry, you can't...

waste!

Harry turned around.

Standing behind her was Jennifer Marvey—now a huge figure in the Far North, a dark figure in a rich robe and crown, a golden bird, an Egyptian shooting star.

Pray to all that you don't meet my other thousand faces. Farewell, Bruce Wayne. Be careful, for I am the creeping Chaos, and I am... Nyarlathotep.

Think about it!

(Please don't think about all the crazy discussions in this article, let alone try to understand. Every time the author writes, he is afraid that someone will hold a hammer and see that everyone is a nail. There may not be a real psychopath or antisocial personality in 10 million people. one, don't worry)