Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

night.

Rotten Pine Lane, Florent City, the last courtyard.

In the main room, a few candles were lit, and Lawrence, who was handicapped, was sitting in a wheelchair, flipping through a few blueprints by the light at the desk.

Occasionally, Lawrence raised his head, glanced at the very cold room, sighed uncontrollably, then lowered his head to continue looking at the drawings.

At this moment, the candle flame on the table suddenly flickered a few times unsteadily, as if blown by the wind.

"Huh?" Lawrence raised his head vigilantly, looked at the closed doors and windows, frowned, and quickly looked around the room:

The wooden frame creaked inexplicably, there was a "rustling" sound from the corner of the wall, and there was a "stabbing" sound of dragging heavy objects out of sight.

this!

Lawrence frowned deeply, and the next moment, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Since you're here, why are you hiding furtively? Are you wizards with extraordinary powers still afraid that I won't be able to stand up like this?" The old man who got up?"

"Heh, Master Lawrence, are your perceptions very keen? You noticed us right after we arrived." A voice sounded, and the air beside the desk twisted, and three figures appeared.

One of them was Franklin, and behind him stood two other people, both of whom were under his command.

The one on the left, tall and fat like a mountain of meat, was named Art and nicknamed "Earth Demon".

The one on the right has a normal build and fiery red hair. His name is Promi and his nickname is "Fire Spirit".

After Franklin appeared, he looked at Lawrence and said slowly: "Master Lawrence, although you may have guessed that we existed before this, this should be the first time we have officially met.

Even if you are going to die soon, out of courtesy, I think it is necessary to introduce myself: My name is Franklin, um, I am the one who will kill you tonight. "

"Franklin." Lawrence raised his eyebrows when he heard this. "It's not really the name of a good person."

"Oh, it doesn't matter anymore, right?" Franklin said, and was about to approach Lawrence when a roar suddenly came from the corner of the main room.

Mutuo and Lake appeared at some unknown time, carrying heavy air guns,

Pointing at Franklin, he shouted: "You bad guys, don't get close to our teacher, stay away from our teacher! Otherwise, I will kill you with this weapon in our hands!

Let me tell you, don't think that you are wizards, it's just how powerful you are, we can still make you look good with weapons! "

"Oops?" Franklin stopped in surprise, looking at Mu Tuo and Lake.

Lawrence, who was sitting behind the wooden table, suddenly changed color, looked at Mu Tuo and Lake and shouted: "Bastard, didn't I tell you two to get out, why did you come back!"

"Teacher, stop talking!" Mu Tuo said solemnly, "I know that you asked us to leave a few days ago because you were thinking about us, and you were afraid that we would be in danger. But the more you do this, the more we can't leave you.

You saved the lives of me and Lake, if you hadn't taken action in that winter a few years ago, we would have frozen to death in front of your door. So, as long as we are still alive, bad people are absolutely not allowed to hurt you, absolutely not allowed! "

"But you are not their opponents at all!" Lawrence shouted, "Didn't you experience it a few days ago, the weapons in your hands are impossible to hurt wizards!"

"Then we can't let them hurt you!" Mu Tuo shouted.

Lawrence looked at Muto and Lake, the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, and he fell silent, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Franklin applauded: "Papa papa, tsk, what a touching teacher-student friendship. In other words, if I don't need to explain to the Muse, maybe I really want to let you go. But now, I can only kill you all."

"It's you who is going to die, you bad guy who has a bad intention for our teacher!" Mu Tuo shouted, "Go to hell!"

After speaking, he slammed the trigger of the air gun in his hand.

"Boom!"

The moment the trigger was pulled, there was a loud bang, the entire air gun exploded, and the air tank that stored the air was also shattered. Mu Tuo and Lake uttered screams, and fell to the ground in unison, their bodies covered in bruises. The gushing blood was stained red, motionless.

Franklin shook his head, rubbed his fingers, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and said to his two subordinates, "Art, Prome, you two go check it out."

"Yes." The two men responded, walked over quickly, checked Mutuo and Lake who were lying on the ground, and raised their heads to speak to Franklin.

"Dead." Arthur said.

"They're all dead," Promi repeated.

"Very good." Franklin nodded in satisfaction, "Then, there is only one last objective left, and if it is resolved, this task will be considered complete.

After that, I will take care of the secrets about the Black Spirit Empire in this city, and maybe I can explain it to the Muse. "

Lawrence's eyes turned red, he stared at Franklin and gritted his teeth, "You killed Muto and Lake, you killed my students!"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Franklin looked at Lawrence with a smile and asked.

"Ah!" Lawrence yelled, and the next moment he took out a silver-white revolver from his pocket, aimed at Franklin who was close at hand, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

With six sounds, all six bullets loaded in the gun flew out and shot at Franklin's body.

But in the air more than ten centimeters in front of Franklin, the six bullets all stopped.

Lawrence stared at it with wide eyes. Although he had already thought of this result, he still didn't want to accept it.

Just don't accept it, so what? Can't change reality at all!

Huge frustration filled Lawrence's body.

"Boom!"

Lawrence leaned deeply on the back of the wheelchair, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground, as if resigned to his fate.

Franklin chuckled after seeing it, stretched out a finger, and gently moved the six bullets that were stagnant in the air in front of him together.

"Sometimes, I'm still curious about how this little thing is made. It looks much more refined than a machine crossbow, but in any case, its power is still far worse than spells." Franklin said, fingertips A flame emerged, quickly melting the six bullets into a liquid, then reshaping them into a slender awl.

The awl cooled down, and Franklin clenched it with a "snap", and walked behind Lawrence.

"Kill me." Lawrence said, his eyes were blank and indifferent, and his voice seemed to have no emotion. "I have thought of this since I found out that someone was investigating me many days ago."

"You already thought of it?" Franklin said, slightly surprised.

"Yes, I've already thought about it." Lawrence said, continuing to be indifferent.

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