Roaming Collector

(Thanks to "Floating Misfortune" for the cover~!

Speaking of bad luck, the leader of my book friend group in the last book came...

The group number of the last book is: 186773965, which is extended here. If you are interested, you can add it. If you are idle, you can gossip in the group...

The writer said that every day in the group, there are a lot of bad guys talking shit...)

The following text:

……

Dean Osman was very at a loss because he couldn't find his pipe and pot!

Ahem, although it is surprising that as the dean of a magic academy, plus a senior magician becoming at a loss for a pipe pot, Osman himself said that as the dean of a magic academy , His own existence is very unexpected.

There are two hobbies in life - smoking and peeping.

The same can be proved, two hobbies are equal to his life!

The cigarette pot is gone... Didn't he lose half of his life? !

Osman said that he was already half-in-the-earth, and if he lost half of his life, he might as well be direct and be safe in the earth!

In other words, why did it lose such a precious cigarette pot?

In the end, the culprit in this matter is still a certain master wizard.

You know, because of a certain familiar, Osman was lying on the ground with the chair under his buttocks and smoking for a long time!

The most direct result is that a dean lost his precious cigarette pot, and a teacher broke his precious little glasses...

Ahem, the value of things varies from person to person, and the value of a cigarette pot and small glasses... It can be considered earth-shattering in some special circumstances, such as now.

"Sucking...breathing...breathing...breathing..." His mouth was wheezing, and the old dean, who was tortured by the addiction to cigarettes, looked expectantly at his assistant, a green-haired beauty wearing glasses: "Dear Miss Langebert, just give me back my spare pipe pot. Now I really... don't even have the mood to peep..."

An obvious tic-tac-toe appeared on the forehead of the assistant, and she took a deep breath, she forced herself to speak calmly: "The management of your health is also one of my jobs, and... For me, you have no peeping The mood really couldn't be better."

"Ah——! Do you want to deprive a dying old man of the last two joys in his life?" A certain dean wept, which made those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry.

"Before you say such things, can you take your hand off my butt first?" The assistant lady has been unable to maintain her calm state: "Mr. Dean, who has no peeping mind."

"Ahaha, look, where did I drop my pipe pot? Woohoo, my poor pipe pot." A certain dean began to pretend to be stupid, pretending to be looking for his lost pipe pot, but in fact he was looking for it. Slowly touch the door.

He opened the door of the dean's room, and the old dean, who had a cat on his waist, continued to pretend to be stupid: "Did he fall outside? Ouch!"

"Oh! Huh? Dean Osman?" At the door of the dean's room, Louise looked at the dean who had just bumped his head into her chest, and said, what is this wretched old man doing here?

"Ouch!" The old dean rubbed his head, kept bending over and looked up: "What, it turned out to be a flat river, no wonder it hurt so much..."

While the veins were throbbing, Louise raised her hand and raised her staff...

……

"So it's the youngest daughter of the Vallière family, little Louise." Listening to this kind voice, perhaps no one would have imagined that the dean was sitting at the table in a room that seemed to have been baptized by war. In front of the chair, he calmly wiped the black ash on his face that was obviously caused by the explosion.

Of course, this "baptized by war" room was a room called the dean's room half a minute ago.

"What's the business of Miss Vallière coming to see the old man?"

Maybe it's a guilty conscience?Or feel ashamed?In short, the old dean did not hold Louise responsible for destroying official duties at all.Of course, the reason for not pursuing responsibility is also very likely that his beloved dean's office will no longer cause disasters.

"Hmph...that, it's actually about my familiar." Louise cleared her throat and got to the point.

"Oh?" The old dean's expression also became serious in an instant. He turned to look at the assistant lady standing aside, and ordered: "Miss Langebert, can I trouble you to pour a cup of tea for Miss Vallier."

The assistant lady nodded, and left the dean's room tactfully.

"Okay, Miss Vallière, what exactly are you going to talk about? Actually, I also have many questions about your familiar."

"That..." Louise lowered her head, rubbed her index finger with some anxiety, and said, "Actually... my familiar told me last night that I am... that I am the heir to Nothingness!"

"What?!" The old dean was so startled that he slapped the table and stood up.

Looking at the astonished dean, Louise's uneasiness became more obvious.

Could it be that... the little kid is really trying to make me happy?

"So it is!" Just when Louise was uneasy, the old dean suddenly realized: "If the reason lies in you... By the way, Miss Valier, you are saying that you are a descendant of nothingness. Did your familiar tell you that?"

"That's right." Louise nodded: "He also said that I changed his job to Gundaruf, and then he seemed to think that Gundaruf was too bad, so he didn't want it... Dean, you know Gundaruf what is husband?"

"Ahem...cough cough..." The old dean almost choked to death on his own saliva: "Gundaruff is too bad? So I don't want it?! Is this the truth of the disappearance of the mark?"

"Dean? Dean Osman?" Looking at the old dean who was obviously in a state of thinking, Louise called twice anxiously.

I have already said a few words, is she a nihilistic attribute, give me a definite news...

"Ah? Oh! Cough..." Coughing twice, the old man came back to his senses and said sternly: "I can already confirm that your familiar is the legendary nothingness familiar Gundaruff, if your familiar If you are said to be a descendant of nothingness, then you must be a descendant of nothingness."

"what?!"

Louise froze.Compared with an unreliable familiar, she undoubtedly believed in the words of the experienced Dean Osman.

Descendants of nothingness?The one who inherits the power of the legendary ancestor?I?is this real?Not dreaming? !

Thinking of this, she wished she could pinch her own face to remind herself that she was in reality at this time.

"However, Miss Vallier, the old man has an unkind request." Osman spoke again.

"Ah? Oh! Dean, tell me." This time, it was Louise who came back to her senses.

"The old man hopes that you can keep the identity of your descendant of nothingness a secret. After all, the descendant of nothingness has not appeared for too long, and the power of the magic of nothingness in the legend... the old man is worried that if this matter spreads, I don't know. What kind of consequences."

"Well, I see." Louis nodded without hesitation.

"Thank you very much for your understanding." The old dean bowed his head and thanked him sincerely.Then he frowned with confusion: "But... why did Gundaruff's mark disappear?"