A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Hearing these words, Gallardo was stunned.

Then, the expression on his face changed from calm to angry.

"I have always been loyal to you, but you abandoned me here and treated me like an abandoned son. If that woman hadn't been eager to find you, I would have died!" Gallardo shouted angrily, "And you Now you are asking me to prove that I am not Robbins’ bait. If you want to abandon me, you can just say so without such false goodwill!”

"I know, but this is a necessary measure." Rebecca did not give in. "You know, if we are found by them, we will have to give up there, and we have few places to hide."

Gallardo was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly, "Okay."

"But how can I prove that I am not being watched by them? Without anyone to prove it for me, will you believe my empty words?"

"No." Rebecca shook her head, "As long as I ask, you can answer. First, tell me who is the woman you are talking about?"

"You don't know anything?" Gallardo looked over in confusion, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know her name. I only know that she is from BOI, and she seems to be B-level. She is very powerful. From my intuitive feeling, she is more powerful than Santos and Your Excellency.”

"What is her ability?" Rebecca nodded and asked.

"Create and control storms, at least that's what I see." Gallardo pointed to the holes in the house.

"Did you see it? This house had never been so dilapidated before. These and the storm were all her work. She was carried by the strong wind at that time, and the roof was overturned when she raised her hand. I spent a lot of time later. It took a lot of strength to put it back on again.”

"How did you escape a B-class pursuit?"

Gallardo shook his head: "That woman's goal was not me, or their goal was just you from the beginning."

"I ran into the depths of the forest and jumped directly into the river. Then like I said, she went to look for you and had no intention of caring about my situation anymore..."

While Gallardo was talking, Rebecca kept staring at him, but the latter didn't show anything strange.

After a moment, she let out a breath.

"Everything you said is true, I can confirm it."

As she spoke, she opened her hand, revealing something in her hand.

It was a silver badge, engraved with the image of a moon.

"This is a wizard's creation made with Paul's power. It records a witchcraft called 'Proofreading'."

"If you say something that is contrary to your memory, it will sense it immediately and vibrate." Rebecca continued, "Fortunately, it has remained stable."

Gallardo relaxed a little after hearing this: "So, have I passed your test now? Take me out of here quickly."

"Answer my last two questions." Rebecca shook her head, and then her eyes became serious, "You have not been captured by the Robbins family or forces allied with them, yes or no?"

"Yes." Gallardo said without hesitation.

"You have not betrayed the Metalia family, revealed information to anyone outside the family, or anything else that would help them, yes or no?"

"...Yes." Gallardo hesitated for a moment before answering.

The two of them looked at the small badge together, and the air froze for a few seconds. It was not until Rebecca shook hands again and put away the badge that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's get out of here." Rebecca nodded, then turned to look at Gallardo, "Is anyone watching here?"

"I don't know." Gallardo shook his head.

"Then let's talk about it." Rebecca said.

In fact, the order you gave her was that if it was too troublesome to take him back, she could kill Gallardo in a sneak attack to increase her strength.

This was easy with the help of the seed Buster had given her, but Rebecca didn't like it.

"Let's take a detour," Rebecca said. "Take another road. There is a low-lying forest there. There is no way to see us from above."

She said and looked out the window. Only then did she realize that it was raining lightly outside.

Yes, after all, the weather had become gloomy when she came out, but she thought it would not rain until at least the evening.

"We have to hurry up..." She was about to speak, but suddenly she remembered what Gallardo had just said to her.

Create storms, control storms...

wrong! Although she circled the house several times to ensure that no one was ambushing her, and your eyes did not feel the B-Class nearby, but if she could control the strong wind...

At this moment, the howling wind suddenly approached from a distance.

The drizzle outside the window suddenly increased and turned into a rumbling rainstorm in an instant. The trees swayed instantly like green waves.

And this dilapidated house suddenly became crumbling, and the walls made disturbing noises.

Rebecca broke into a cold sweat instantly. Such unusual weather couldn't be...

With a loud bang, the roof of the house was torn off and blown far away by the wind.

Rebecca was exposed to the cold rain. She raised her head, and the rain wet her forehead. In the mist, she saw a person wrapped in a throne of storms and showers, with his robes swinging in the wind.

She stared dumbfounded, and then a thought suddenly appeared in her mind. It was unmistakable. What she saw in front of her was...

At the same time, something in her heart seemed to sense the breath in front of her, and it started to pump in an instant.

The next moment, Rebecca's body exploded from the left chest outward, and her flesh and blood turned into droplets and spattered.

……

Kristine was stunned for a moment when she saw this scene.

She originally just wanted to scare this little girl.

Fortunately, the blood dissipated in the rain and did not splash on her body.

She slowly controlled the wind to roll her down, ignoring Gallardo who was also stunned beside her. She looked around and squatted down.

Rebecca's eyes still maintained a look of panic, and her chest had already been hollowed out by the explosion.

Kristen closed Rebecca's eyes, frowned, and looked behind her.

"In this case, the clue will be disappeared and it will fail again? Mr. Santos."

Behind her, another person carried by the strong wind came over and smiled.

"No, it's okay."

With that said, Santos also looked at Rebecca who was lying on the ground.

He opened his hand and slowly reached into her mind.

There were sounds of threads breaking one after another, and soon, a brown and dirty book that looked like it was made of cowhide was pulled out.