Elemental Wizard of Hogwarts

The two of them worked hard for a long time, and the base made of those corpses seemed to be welded to the sword. No matter how hard Nathan tried, he couldn't get the sword out of the hands of those corpses.

That's not the most irritating thing. What makes them hate the most is that as long as Nathan's big chopsticks don't touch the sword, the hands holding the sword become loose, as if the sword can fall off at any time. Come down and take a look.

The moment Nathan's big chopsticks come into contact with the sword, the hands holding the sword will become like iron hoops, and it will be difficult to shake the sword no matter what.

The sword and its base, which looked very much like the blood of the Dark Souls, seemed to be carried by the two of them. No matter how hard they tried, they could not shake the sword in various positions.

In the end, Ciel gradually became perverted amidst the silent ridicule. He threw the explosion-proof shield he was holding on the ground angrily, cursing and not wanting to waste time on this ridiculous sword.

Fortunately, Nathan still maintained the most basic calmness and held Ciel on the verge of explosion. After some earnest persuasion and risking his own adventurous instinct, Ciel finally calmed down. Come down.

After the two discussed for a while, they unanimously decided that Ciel would give the base a righteous blast without destroying the sword.

Following a not too loud noise and a burst of smoke, Charles and Nathan, who had been busy for more than half an hour, sadly discovered that the base that looked very Dark Souls-style actually had nothing wrong with it.

Not to mention Ciel this time, even Nathan broke through the defense. The two of them cursed for a long time. Ciel even punched and kicked the base and the sword with his dragon leather gloves.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was the hands holding the sword that didn't react. Only a clang was heard, and something that looked similar to a sword was knocked to the ground by Ciel.

The sound of metal colliding with stone was particularly harsh in such an environment. The two of them unconsciously stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the base that was still the same as before, and what looked like a drop on the ground. The hilt plus a short section is not very long and can barely be called a blade.

"Nathan, there's something I don't know whether to say or not."

Ciel felt that the corners of his mouth were twitching more and more, and he seemed to be uncontrollable.

Hearing Ciel's teasing, Nathan rolled his eyes at Ciel angrily, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"You don't need to tell me, I mmp myself." Nathan said while pointing at the base and continuing to complain. "Who knows, this thing is a fucking shell! And is there a guard on the shell? Ciel! Do you think any fucking normal person would put a guard on the scabbard that should be on the sword?"

In response to Nathan's resentful complaints, Ciel just rolled his eyes and stopped talking to Nathan. Instead, he squatted on the ground and began to observe. It was more like a dagger with an inlaid hilt than a dagger. Key stuff.

Seeing that Ciel ignored him, Nathan gave an international friendly gesture to the builder of this place deep in his heart and then followed Ciel to study.

Nathan watched as Ciel put his hand on the thing that didn't know whether it was a dagger or a key and made no other movements for a long time. He was a little panicked for a moment.

Thinking of his experience of being controlled inexplicably just now, Nathan went up without any hesitation and kicked Ciel out of the squatting ground. At the same time, he turned around with his hands and kicked him to the ground again. The dagger was kicked out in the opposite direction.

Charles was kicked inexplicably. As soon as he got up, Charles saw Nathan turning around and kicking the dagger away from the ground. For a moment, Charles couldn't help but continue to get angry.

After trying hard to calm down his mood, Charles patted the dust on his body, stood up and looked at Nathan for a while, then walked forward angrily, pulled Nathan away, and picked him up. He returned the dagger that was kicked away by Nathan and threw it into Nathan's arms.

"Before your next action, you'd better say hello to me. I'm not sure if I can't help but fuck you next time. 45."

After saying that, Charles rolled his eyes at Nathan before continuing to move in the other direction of the passage he came from.

As for the thing that looked like a dagger-like key, Ciel threw it behind his head after throwing it to Nathan.

Ciel had already felt it just now. There was no trace of magic on the thing, and it was more of a delicate mechanical structure similar to the Muggle world.

Ciel's research on these places is far less than that of Nathan, who has been adventuring all year round. It is better to leave it to Nathan and see what he can research.

In fact, Nathan understood Ciel's thoughts as soon as he received the dagger thrown by Ciel. Although this thing looked full of magic, it was actually just a delicate mechanical structure.

Nathan didn't take it to heart that Ciel ignored him and continued to move on, and concentrated on studying the small dagger in his hand that looked like a key.

In a short time, Charles led Nathan through the rubble-filled hall and arrived at the passage that the men and horses had been guarding from the front.

What was different from when we came was that there was nothing else in this passage except the fence gate that had become fragments.

The dark corridor extends outward for so far that at first glance it seems like there is no end in sight.

Charles, who was standing at the door of the corridor, swallowed hard and gently kicked Nathan, who was still studying the dagger.

At this time, the dagger in Nathan's hand had completely lost its initial appearance. After some research and transformation by Nathan, it looked more like a strange cross-like thing.

"Stop playing. The road ahead may not be easy."

As he spoke, Ciel pointed to the seemingly bottomless dark corridor and said to Nathan.

After hearing Ciel's words, Nathan put down the unrecognizable dagger in his hand and looked up at the corridor.

A serious expression appeared on his face unconsciously. After stuffing the thing that he didn't know whether it should be called a dagger or a cross into his backpack, Nathan squeezed out a smile and patted it. Ciel's shoulder said a line from the game.

"Don't worry, I will lead the charge!"