Conan Super Detective

"Of course a master."

A strange voice came back from behind.

"Where are you the magician?"

Dongma asked coldly without looking back.

"Oh? You still know the difference between magic and magic. It seems that 467 is not a layman. It's really rare in this academy city."

The man behind him laughed ironically.

"The layman is you. A magician who stands upright behind the enemy but does not sneak attack is not qualified to say that others are laymen."

Dongma sneered unceremoniously.

"I'm not the insidious reptile of the Magic Association!"

The tall man snorted coldly.

Dongma briefly treated Inticus' wound, and then turned to look at the magician behind him.

"Since you admit it, then my current opponent is undoubtedly you, right?"

Seeing that this height was close, no, it was a white European man who was more than two meters tall, Dong Ma asked coldly.

"Could it be that there are other magicians in this city?"

A man with flaming red hair smiled coldly.

Although it looks younger than Dongma, the earrings on the ears, the barcode tattoos on the cheeks, the silver ring on the ten fingers, including the mobile phone pendant that comes out of the pocket and the strange smell of cologne , Makes him seem completely incompatible with the black monastic clothes on him.

"The priest of the church, when did he become as tasteless as the street gangsters?"

Dongma sarcastically said.

"You don't need to teach me!"

The priest snorted coldly, then looked over the winter horse and looked at Indix behind him.

This wound is really serious...Although I know it was cut by a divine crack, there is no blood stains, so I feel a little relieved, but she just covered it up?"

The priest murmured.

"In other words, there is another right?"

Dongma sneered.

"Then you don't need to worry about it. Although I don't know why this child came back here, or what kind of contact you had with her on this day, it will stop there."

The red-haired priest said coldly.

"It's probably because of the hat in the room. It should be a suit with this dress on you."

Dongma said so.

"That's the case, but if only the hat is lost, it should not be enough to make the effect of the'mobile church' disappear. The religious-level defense, if it weren't for the reappearance of the dragon of Saint George, it would be impossible to destroy it..."

Having said that, the red-haired priest looked at Dongma.

"Don't look at me, I didn't do anything."

Dongma talked casually, and then asked coldly.

"Then the question is, you group of magicians chasing a little girl with such a heavy hand, even if you want to pursue the ultimate root cause, you don't need to use such extreme methods?"

"It sounds like you know what a magician is."

The red-haired priest said disdainfully.

"Of course I know, but at your age, you probably haven't heard of me."

Dongma shook his head disdainfully.

"Are you much older than me? A joke!"

The red-haired priest said dissatisfiedly.

"Then, can I see the'Split' who slashed this child?"

Dongma asked abruptly.

"Don't think about it! You haven't passed my level yet! After all, I didn't come to fight with you, but to recycle this thing."

The red-haired priest said in an extremely cold voice with a cigarette that was light and dark.

"It's those one hundred and three thousand magic books."

This is the most important reason.

"Yes, speaking of the Far East, where religious concepts are weak, I don't know our working style."

The red-haired priest shook his head and began to explain, seemingly troublesome.

Obviously, Dongma didn't want him to explain at all, but this guy seemed very chatty.

"To put it simply, her name should be the'Forbidden Book List' to be correct. All the books she has stored belong to the evil = evil books that are recognized by the church as "just look at it, the spirit will be polluted=contaminated". For people like you, even just a glance will become a waste."

Said the priest eloquently.

However, Dongma interrupted directly and impatiently.

"Shut up! What kind of magic book I haven't read? What kind of mystery and evil have I never experienced? A kid who is 14 or 15 years old at best, don't point fingers in front of me!"

Dongma snorted coldly.

"I'm a kind reminder."

The priest seemed helpless.

"In short, in order to prevent evil magicians from taking these books, we must come and protect her."

The priest said with a chuckle.

"Protection? I heard it right!"

Dongma felt that he had heard the funniest joke of the century.