Magus Tech

One door, two people, inside and outside.

Under the darkness of the night, Suradi stood in the door and looked at Gibran for a long time without speaking.

Gibran spoke up and asked, "Can I go in?"

"Come with me." Socrates finally said, turned around, stepped, and walked towards the room.The movement is very slow. I have been observing Gibran's reaction, and Gibran has no response, just followed him without expression, as if there was no maliciousness, as if it was just an ordinary visitor.

But Suradi was very clear, absolutely not!

With a few throat movements, Suladi took a deep breath, accelerated his pace, and led Gibran into the study.

Sitting on the seat behind the desk, Suladi placed his hands under the desk, squinting at Gibran standing on the side, his expression dignified, and he said, "What the hell are you?"

"Oh." Gibran smiled slightly, "The one who killed you."

"You're very direct." Suradi's expression didn't change much. "But...you're not the first person to say so to me, and many of them said died in front of me."

"But I believe that I will be the last person to say so to you." Gibran said, "I have said the same thing to many people, and their end is no exception."

"It seems that you are very confident in your own strength." Surah said, "But confidence is a good thing and a bad thing. Do you really feel that you know me well? Do you know that you are facing Not me alone, but a huge wizarding organization."

"The answer is...I know." Gibran reminded Souladi. "Of course, Mr. Souladi, the council master, I certainly know the wizarding organization behind you. To be honest, this matter is a little...well, meaning.

Did you know that from a long time ago, for a certain project, my companion and I have been pretending to be a certain force, on the one hand to build momentum, on the other hand to cover up my true identity.

Our disguised force is the Black Spirit Wizard Society that remained after the Black Spirit King's demise, and used the Black Spirit Empire's logo as a distinguishing mark.Not at the beginning, but only to find out later that there were people - that is, you, who used the same logo as us.In simple terms, it is our disguised organization that really exists.

This is really interesting."

"It's you!" Suradi's eyes widened. "It turns out that you were the ones who planted and attacked our council before!"

"Planting is not deliberately planting, because we didn't know your existence at the time." Gibran explained, "But the attack, after we noticed, it has been there., I don't know if you have noticed. Recently, your parliament has been Someone is missing, um, we killed it."

Surathi's eyes narrowed, and although he was trying to control himself, there was still some angry expression, "It really is you!"

"Don't be excited." Gibran waved his hands and said slowly, "Actually, the worse thing is still behind. I came here today to tell you a message: Recently, after we attacked the Shiraishi Tower, we have After some deliberation, after some consideration, in order to avoid the vulnerability of disguising identity, we launched a final attack on your organization. About ten minutes before I came, your organization, um, your parliament, has been destroyed Now."

Suradus froze slightly, his eyes blinking, as if he didn't understand.

Gibran said: "In other words, Mr. Socrates, you are the last person in your parliament that is still alive. The rest of your parliament, your two old friends-Adolde, Patula, and you That student, Ken, a member of the council, had been killed before I came."

"Impossible." Suradi shouted, completely unbelieving.

"What's impossible, Mr. Suradi?" Gibran whispered, "The strength we have is far beyond your imagination, destroying your organization, in our opinion, there is no difficulty. Even destroying the Shiraishi Tower There is no difficulty, it is just a little trouble. After all, their wizards are too many and too scattered. They need to give them a little time to let them hit their own power before they can be completely destroyed at one time."

Surathi was silent, half-silent, and looked at Gibran: "If you really wiped out the council, why should you leave me to deal with it?"

"It's very simple. The reason why I left you to the end is because I know that you are hiding deep and stronger than your two old friends. In order to avoid any accidents, I decided to come to you in person. "Gibran said, "As the saying goes, good things must be kept to the end."

"So, am I good, then I would like to thank you for your appreciation."

"This is what you deserve, Mr. Suradi."

"In this case, then should I show some corresponding strength, at least... can't live up to your expectations of me."

"It doesn't matter," Gibran said. "Since I'm here, it means that no matter what strength you show, it won't change the result of the matter. In fact, no accident, you have no chance to show your strength."

"Even, you are so confident?"

"Not faith, but facts."

"I don't believe so much, I want to... give it a try."

"You can give it a try, but... at your own risk."

The study room was suddenly quiet, and the atmosphere was a bit tense. The air seemed to be covered with flammable gunpowder, and it only needed a spark to ignite and explode!

At this time, the sound of "Dada Da" sounded from the outside of the door, far and near, very clear.

"Da da da……"

Both Suradis and Gibran looked out of the door at the same time, and Suradis's face changed slightly, and Gibran was slightly curious.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and Heidi walked in with the brewed tea and stepped into the environment full of "gunpowder".

but……

"clatter--"

As soon as she stepped in and took a step, Heidi stopped her body because she clearly felt the weirdness in this room. Although she couldn't tell the specific reason, she knew it was wrong.

His big eyes blinked, and Heidi glanced at Suradis, then at the strange Gibran, not knowing what to do or what to say.

For a long time, Heidi opened his mouth and said to Sura: "Grandpa, I made the tea..."

"……"silence.

Socrates didn't answer, no answer, just stared at Gibran's face, but Gibran looked at Heidi calmly.

The study was as quiet as in the cemetery.

Quiet for a while, Heidi couldn't help but tentatively uttered: "Grandpa, I put you tea on the table. Grandpa?"

Still not answering, Heidi had to take a gentle step towards Souradi, and carefully placed the tea cup on the table. The next moment saw that Souradi gave her a very secret look, the meaning is very simple: go!

Heidi's body was tense and a little surprised, but he didn't dare to disobey Sorahadi's intention and turned and walked hurriedly out of the study.

As a result, when he was going past Gibran, Gibran suddenly uttered: "Little girl, you... are you not going to give me a cup of tea? Well, you are holding two cups of tea, are you going to give me a cup, right?"