Life As Aozaki Orange

Kuenji Uzumi glanced at the orange, and didn't intend to accept the orange as food, but she didn't take away the half crepe that was placed on her lips. She reluctantly moved her gaze to the orange, and found that the orange looked pitiful. Looking at her, she was like a poor kitten.

So, she shook her head amusedly, then lightly brushed her black hair by her ears with her bare hands, bit an orange with her cherry lips and handed over half a crepe,

After chewing lightly and swallowing, he said.

"In this way... you are satisfied."

"No, not at all."

Cang Qi Chengzi's delicate body leaned forward slightly, her rosy lips parted slightly, like a bird waiting to be fed.

Seeing this, Kuonji Yuzu showed a gentle smile, picked up the crepe on the plate, bit off half of it, and fed it to the oranges.

In this way, their atmosphere... ambiguous took turns feeding each other.

And outside the door.

Wearing a magician in a panda puppet costume, with a distorted expression, he watched the sweet and deadly scene. As a partner of justice, he never had the need for a girlfriend.

Women only affect the effectiveness of his justice.

However, this doesn't mean that he won't be unresponsive after being fed dog food, not to mention that he has to keep watching them feed the dog food, which is simply torture to him.

These two... aren't they old couples now?

Why, they have such a good relationship with each other, don't they feel tired of each other over time, can human feelings last for such a long time.

(Speaking of which, I'm already in my thirties, so why don't I find a girlfriend too, but, speaking of it...whether I can find a girlfriend or not, I don't seem to have any means of attracting women.)

The magician's highly concentrated mind began to wander, but anyone who has been highly concentrated for more than an hour will inevitably become a little distracted.

Ever since, just when the magician fell into self-doubt.

inside the store.

Aozaki Touko and Kuonji Yuzu held hands, chatted and laughed, and left the dessert shop without the magician noticing.

until a moment later.

(what about people?)

The magician came back to his senses, glanced around the store, and found that the target of the assassination had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth... and fell into a long silence.

Could it be that he had already been discovered.

However, Ms. Ivy did not intend to kill him, but just used magic to confuse his spirit, and left the dessert shop quietly.

This... what a boldness.

"I... am I really capable of assassinating Ms. Ivy?"

He couldn't help making a wry laugh, and after a little hesitation, he gave up the idea of ​​assassinating him. After all, they had already let him go, so it would be too ignorant to assassinate him without knowing what to do at this time.

at the same time.

In a building without doors and windows.

Aleister watched this scene silently, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. This douchebag assassin would be distracted, and people walked in front of him and didn't notice it. Fortunately, he still looked at this doombimagic, so help find a suitable one. chance of assassination.

but.

Give you a chance, you are useless.

Chapter 583 Undercurrent behind the scenes

U.K.

London.

clock tower.

In a room that exudes a mysterious atmosphere, a large number of magic books are placed on both sides of the indoor bookshelves, and some extremely precious mysterious materials and magical spiritual equipment are randomly placed in various places in the room.

This is...the office of the acting dean of the Clock Tower,

"You dare to say this to me, are you ready...to be unable to leave the clock tower alive?"

Anisha Marshall's scarlet eyes were cold and stern, and her fair fingers were lightly entwined with the golden hair, looking at the man standing not far from him. It was a person who felt terrible just by looking at his appearance, with shoulder-length red hair, The ten fingers of both hands are covered with rings, and there is a barcode tattoo on the right eye, which emits a strong smell of perfume and nicotine.

This man calls himself... Stiyl Magnus, an English Puritan magician.

"No, I'm just telling objective facts." Stiyl shook his head and shrugged casually, "If you refuse, then we can only judge you as an enemy, even if it's such a simple thing."

He came to the clock tower with only one goal, and that was to persuade the vampire Anisha Marshall in front of him to surrender. Of course, in fact, he did not have any expectations of success at all.

In fact, he seriously suspects that... the top brass are broken.

Otherwise, how could he be allowed to persuade the high-level enemy to surrender.

"Young man... I didn't have a choice from the start."

Anisha Marshall shook her head lightly, walked to a side cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine, and poured the virgin's blood into a glass, then she sniffed it a little... her pretty face contorted, and then, she suppressed her nausea …drink in one gulp.

"I'm now... but without Master Ivy, I can't live on."

Now she can no longer tolerate ordinary blood. Even if a vampire spends a lot of money to cultivate and cultivate a perfect girl, blood is still unbearable for her.

It must be... Lord Ivy bestowed blood to make her feel satisfied.

Of course, there are no alternatives.

It is said that there is a vampire killer in Academy City. Blood is the supreme delicacy for vampires, but, that thing... dies after taking a sip.

She has a problem with her head... that's why she is willing to go to the vampire slayer.

"Ha...you are really loyal." Stiyl looked at the young girl's love for Nisha, and said something that seemed to be mocking, "According to the information, you are the person who is most likely to betray."

Relevant information shows that Anisha Marshall is an extremely selfish vampire, as long as it is appropriate...betrayal is a matter of course.

Now, though, it seems... like Nisha Marshall, the vampire.

For Ms. Ivy, there is still some loyalty.

"It's probably the master Ivy's best idea." Anisha Marshall sat back at the table again, stroking her delicate cheeks with her slender hands, "Now she is the master's slave, and she has no intention of rebelling at all."

"...No, I'm not interested in knowing how your high-level players play." Steele couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and then waved his hands, "Anyway, I'll go...tell the Supreme Bishop your answer, However, if you want to change your mind, you can contact us at any time, of course, the conditions may be modified as needed."

"...don't speak in the tone of a victor." Anisa Marshall's delicate and pretty face turned cold, she looked at Steele and declared: "Master Ivy's strength is beyond your understanding."

She has been a subordinate of Master Ivy for nearly a hundred years, and her understanding of Master Ivy is unmatched by ordinary people. This is also the case, so she is full of strong confidence in Master Ivy.

And, sometimes... there is no choice.

Then you can only choose to believe.

"Perhaps, for the legendary magicians of the twentieth century, I might really be just a bastard." Stiles shrugged indifferently, and said as a matter of course, "However, magicians of this era, compared to Ivy Ma'am, how many... are not trash fish."

With that, he said goodbye and left.

There are many magicians in this world. However, if you want to reach Ms. Ivy's level of magicians, it may be said... very few. This is like an ordinary person who is forced to stand shoulder to shoulder with the president of a country.

No matter how you think about it, there is actually nothing...comparable.

After a while.

"These guys... are too blatant." Anisha Marshall stood up and came to the window, looked at Stiles who left downstairs, and made such a confident declaration, "From the beginning, we have no reason to lose, decisive The power rests with us."

"Decisive power, what do you mean?"

Suddenly, a pleasant and ruthless voice sounded.

Anisha Marshall's delicate body trembled slightly, and then she turned her head to look at the girl who appeared beside her. She was wearing a wide witch hat, her right eye was covered by an eye patch, and she looked bold and sexy.

"This naturally refers to you, Lord Othinus. No one would have thought that our side...had the power of the demon god level from the very beginning."

A respectful smile appeared on her pretty face, and she bowed to the sudden appearance of Othinus.

Who would have thought that... Othinus, who has been getting along with Master Ivy, is actually an existence who voluntarily fell into the status of a demon god, and who would have thought... this existence who voluntarily fell into the status of a demon god has now become a demon god again. The decisive factor that no one can think of will determine this battle that will affect the whole world.

"That's right, that's why you didn't choose to betray."

Othinus nodded coldly.

Now she has become a demon god again, but due to her enormous power, she cannot control it in a short period of time, and she is still in a state of infinite possibilities, that is, no matter what she does... the success rate is only half.

However, when Cheng Zi becomes the Demon God in the future, he can immediately help her break this deadlock and make her a Demon God who can guarantee 100% success no matter what she does.

Of course, the current power is enough to use.

"...Really, Your Highness Othinus." Anisa Marshall looked at Othinus indifferently, with an aggrieved expression on her delicate and pretty face, "He is a loyal slave and plaything of Lord Ivy, how could he betray Ai Wei?" What about Mrs. Wei?"

Othinus glanced coldly at the vampire, although he didn't say anything... However, he bluntly revealed his distrust, if Cheng Zi really trusted the vampire.

Then Chengzi will not let her preside over everything in the Magic Association.

"Okay, then I'll change the story." Ever since she noticed Othinus's distrustful eyes, Anisha Marshall had to lower her head and explain softly, "As the master's slave, I believe that Master Ivy will definitely win. At that time, as a master and slave, my rights will inevitably expand again."

"I see, are you in Hobo?"

As if accepting it, Othinus nodded slightly and was about to leave.

In fact, she didn't pay attention to whether Anisha Marshall was loyal or not. Anyway, she was an ant that could be killed easily. At most, it would be troublesome to change another high-level executive.

"Your Highness Othinus, although you said...it was a big gamble." Anisha Marshall looked at the back of Othinus and said in a respectful and firm voice, "However, he did not tell lies. After all, there is no Ivy Master, there is no point in living anymore."

"..."

Othinus left and stopped, turned his head to look at Anisa Marshall, was silent for a while, and said, "Chengzi... fucked you thoroughly."

"..."

Anisha Marshall bowed her head in humility.

at the same time.

St. George's Cathedral.

In the garden.

"..."

Holding a white umbrella, Laura walked leisurely among the flowers, like an innocent girl admiring the beautiful flowers.

However, a red-haired delinquent behind her seemed extremely obtrusive and out of place.

"That's about it, High Bishop."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Stiyl reported the mission of this trip.

It was the boss in front of him with a brain who ordered him to go to the clock tower... to persuade the enemy's high-level leaders to surrender.

So much so that he was almost... beaten to death by the magician inside the clock tower.

"Did you firmly refuse?" Laura stopped, and gently turned the white parasol with her slender hands, and let out a pleasant laugh, "It seems... Chengzi has some cards that I don't know."

She has been with Cheng Zi for many years and knows a lot about each other.

If you look at it on the surface, it means that everyone knows each other, and everyone knows what cards they have.

However, pushing others by oneself... She believed that Cheng Zi must be hiding some trump card.

"Actually, our odds of winning are not very high in the face of it." Stiyl exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said with a serious expression, "The Magic Association has accumulated a lot of talents over the years, and has developed a variety of technologies. Moreover, Ms. Ivy is also a strong outrageous magician."

"Oh...you can't say that. In this world, we can also ask for foreign aid." Laura shook her fist and said righteously. In other words, the heresy that insults the Lord must be eliminated."

"...As a magician, as long as I think of being an enemy of Ms. Ivy." Stiyl's eyes became gloomy, "Then my mood will not get better no matter what."

"Then do you want to... seek refuge with Ivy?"

Laura tilted her head and suggested softly.

"Forgive me." Stiles immediately shook his head, and then quickly explained, "Just like what Anisha Marshall said, I'm such a bastard... people don't like it."

If he dared to say... that he wanted to take refuge in Ms. Ivy, then he might not leave this garden today, or in other words, he would be treated as flower fertilizer.

Moreover, he did not intend to betray British Puritanism.

"Well... this is really distressing." Laura sighed helplessly, turned around and continued to walk in the garden, "It seems... Ivy's name is too deterrent, we must find a way."

Over the years, with the expansion of the Magic Association, Ivy's prestige has become more and more popular, and there are more and more signs of mythology. For the later magicians... want to be enemies of such an existence.

There is bound to be tremendous pressure in my heart.

"What can be done about this?"

Steele shook his head. The legend about Ms. Ivy has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is impossible to reverse it in a short time. Moreover, it is only about the war of public opinion... the church may not be able to beat others.