A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Santos closed the notebook gently, and Kristen looked over.

"How about it?"

"Found it, it's on the top of Tolemik, that's the mountain." Santos let go of the book and let it disappear in his hand. He looked up and said.

"Okay." Christine nodded and said, "The cat-and-mouse game is over. Let's go over now."

She is not worried about the possibility that this is a trap set by the opposite side. One B-class may be killed by a well-prepared large number of enemies with firearms and explosives, but two B-classes will basically not.

What's more, Christine's ability itself is to deal with multiple enemies.

"Wait a minute." Santos raised his hand to stop her and turned his head to look at Gallardo, who was sitting alone in the storm and at a loss.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a piece of yellowed parchment, which was filled with densely packed small characters in an unknown language. It did not fade even when it was soaked by the rain.

"Sorry, I modified some of your memories before, and now it's back... Well, that's what you want, right?" Santos smiled and shook the parchment.

Gallardo then stretched out his hand tremblingly as if he had remembered something.

The moment his fingers touched the parchment, the paper seemed to melt into liquid and penetrated into his body.

At the same time, a stream of unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind, and other memories were correspondingly proven to be false. The picture was like paint wetted with water, smudged, and then gathered into streams and flowed down.

Without looking at Gallardo's surprised expression, Santos turned his head and spoke to Christine.

"It's okay now, take me away."

The latter nodded, and the strong wind roared, wrapping their bodies like a blanket and slowly rising into the sky.

……

Buster's right hand was chopped off and placed on a marble table.

The tomato-like plant protruded from the palm of my hand, stretching its jade-like green branches and leaves in a winding way. Its dark green roots hung down, covering the severed hand.

On Buster's right wrist, there is a smaller, paler palm. This hand can move freely, but it looks as fragile as milk.

Buster held a small bottle, which contained shiny powder. These powders were composed of pearls and lead powder and exuded a strange fragrance.

As Buster's wrist tilted slightly, powder poured onto the plant.

The delicate and fragile plant seemed to feel the powder. It trembled slightly and then inhaled the powder into its body.

At the same time, the fruits on the note also quickly turned yellow and matured.

Buster took a step back with satisfaction, watching the plant glow with sickly vitality as if it had absorbed fertilizer.

At this time, a knock sounded from behind the door.

"Who?" Buster frowned, looked over and asked.

"It's Benjamin, Your Excellency. I brought the 'Madonna' you wanted." A voice answered from behind the door.

Holy Mother... Buster licked his fingers.

It's time to reach this point, whether it is to verify whether his witchcraft can reach perfection, or as his ultimate move to destroy Metalia.

Once successful, he will have a child with overwhelming power who only obeys his orders.

By then, Santos will never be his opponent, and even the entire United States will have to sit down and negotiate with himself.

"Come in." Buster waved.

The door was quickly opened, and Benjamin pulled Ailian in. The girl's whole body was resisting, and her feet were dragging on the ground.

"Please..." She opened her lips tremblingly, not knowing what to say.

Buster's eyes still only had an expression of disgust, as if he didn't care about other things at all.

By this time, Ailian's hope had been completely destroyed. She pursed her lips and tried to stop sobbing.

"Pick up her clothes," Buster said.

"I need to use lead for a final touch of telepathy to Saturn."

"Let the power of the original essence completely merge with her characteristics."

"In this way, we can summon the true god to come."

He spoke slowly, counting the time in his mind.

Metalia has no other hiding place, and they must decide the outcome now.

He made the seed in Rebecca's heart self-destruct the moment she felt the breath of a B-class wizard, so it was unlikely that Santos would get the position here from her.

There should be enough time...

He looked out the window. The heavy rain was hitting the glass, rumbling like a drum, which made Buster feel uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly let out a sigh, raised his head and looked into the distance, his face suddenly darkened.

His "eyes" felt the auras of three B-levels.

……

The wind was not slow, and the two people cut through the dark clouds in the sky. White lightning occasionally fell from around them, but it did not hurt them.

"This is probably right here." Christine looked down.

Due to the short distance between the two people and the chaotic wind noise, they had to shout to each other to be heard.

"You spread out so many dark clouds, and the light is too poor. You can't see where they are from above." Santos wrapped his coat around him, shook his head and said, "What are you going to do?"

"No rush." ​​Kristen opened her hands.

As she moved, a smaller vortex was once again twisted out of the layer of clouds in the sky. The vortex shrank outward, and a huge hole was quickly revealed.

The dazzling sunlight shines in from this huge hole, casting a huge spot of light on the ground. The rainwater splashes into the light column, immediately turning up the white light and becoming clearly visible.

Santos looked over with interest and saw Christine moving the hole like a searchlight. The light beam swept across the ground. A dilapidated manor was quickly locked, which appeared extremely conspicuous in the light.

"Found it." Christine smiled.

However, before Santos had time to react, he suddenly felt something strange.

At the same time, Kristine also felt something. She tilted her head and looked at the manor.

A clay doll suddenly rose slowly, or rather it should be called a demon than a doll.

Its body is like an irregular hill, with thick limbs and a height of dozens of meters. It stands in front of the manor, its head is small compared to its body, and light shines out of one of its hollow eyes. .

It raised its head, looked at the two people in the air, opened its mouth and let out a low roar.

"This is..." Christine swallowed, "Isn't this the kind of witchcraft that farmers can have?"

"Ah ha, I'm afraid not." Santos looked at it and muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Kristen turned her head.

"No, it's just emotion." Santos shook his head.

Kristine did not ask again, but looked at the giant and shook her head.

"In this case, our enemy may have invited another B-level helper from nowhere."

"We need to fight the enemy separately. Which one do you choose?"

Santos thought for a while and suddenly smiled.

"Leave it to me Buster, you know, we are old enemies."

Christine nodded. Buster did seem to be easier to deal with than this monster. If it were put to her, she would probably choose the former.

wrong.

Christine suddenly remembered something, turned her head and spoke again.

"One more thing, Mr. Santos, please don't kill Buster."

"To prevent me from raising my rating?" Santos asked.

"Yes, this is an order from the BOI. You should know that although you are Class B, you have not yet reached a status that can defy the will of the United States."

Upon hearing this, Santos hesitated for a moment, and finally shrugged.

"Ok."