A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Santos' long sword stopped in mid-air. He turned his head and looked at the man with deep eyes and white temples.

He was wearing an old trench coat and had several strange clay pendants hanging around his neck.

"Well, you are?" Santos looked confused and tilted his head.

"Hey, don't be like this. I didn't answer you before just because most of my body is still on the road." The potter Jose said with a helpless smile.

"I know you spent a lot of energy for him, and I can compensate you. I know several weak and lone 5Bs, as well as 1C who are about to be promoted."

"Just give him to me, okay?"

After hearing this, Santos paused, seeming to weigh the pros and cons, which made both Jose and Buster sigh in relief.

However, after a moment, he chuckled.

"Great offer, but I'd still like to upgrade now."

The long sword in Santos' hand was immediately swung down. Before a few people could react, they saw silver light flash across. Buster's head separated from his body in an instant, and then flew to the side lightly.

The head fell to the ground, rolled around in the water, and then lay still, leaving only a circle of ripples.

The air became eerily quiet again.

However, after a moment, Santos suddenly withdrew his sword in disappointment, then turned his head and looked at Jose with a resentful expression on his face.

At the same time, Buster's headless body suddenly started to move, and his hands hurriedly scratched at the vacant head.

"What, what's going on?"

Buster's head, which was lying on the ground beside him, screamed in panic. He clearly felt that his head had been chopped off, but the feeling did not disappear.

Now he looked at his surroundings from an extremely weird perspective, and the blood on the ground filled his mouth, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay, be quiet for a while, you'll be fine." Santos said impatiently, turning to the potter Jose, "Don't do it to this extent, right? Do you like this guy so much?"

"This is just a matter within Sike's responsibilities." Jose shook his head and said, "I can't let you kill all the wizards with good qualities. In that case, where will we find new members?"

"But I don't see what's special about this dear little Buster's apprentice other than growing vegetables, trees, people, houses and whiskey."

Santos let go of his hand, and the long sword in his hand disappeared with a bang, turning into wisps of translucent gas.

"He can also grow houses and whiskey?" Jose looked over in surprise, "This is amazing. Sometimes I have to travel in the wilderness for several days to find a wizard. Now I have to protect him. . Don’t worry, even if you cut Buster into fine minced meat, I will try my best to put him back together."

"Tsk, forget it, let's introduce a sweet and cute 5B later." Santos sighed.

Only Buster looked at the two people chatting with no one around and was confused. It was obviously a life-and-death fight just now, but why does it look so...relaxed and comfortable now?

No... Buster spoke again: "You have known each other for a long time?"

"This is all your conspiracy, no, what on earth are you doing?"

They obviously look like a group of people, but one of them is trying hard to kill him, while the other one is protecting him?

Buster was confused for a moment.

"As you know, the only thing you don't know is that we know each other. But that doesn't matter, does it?"

Jose smiled, picked up Buster's head from the ground, and put it back on his neck. From his perspective, you can see that the cross-section of the neck and head is not flat, but like a ball of brightly colored clay, full of bumps and convexities.

Jose rubbed his neck twice, and Buster's head instantly connected back to his body. The only change was that a dark mark appeared on his neck.

The latter touched his neck, raised his head to look at the two of them, and then took a step back.

After a long time, he regained his composure and swallowed.

"I guess you want to say: I need an explanation, right?" Santos said before him.

Buster was stunned for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"José is a 'Skewer', which in Freemasonry means a member who is responsible for attracting new members and collecting wizards for the organization." Santos pointed to the potter.

"And I am...well, I don't have a position." Santos shrugged. "As for you, we call you a work apprentice. This is a title for people who have been noticed by us but have not officially joined the Freemasonry. ."

"And... what exactly is that Son of God?" Santos said, turning to look at Jose.

"Haha, this may be the only thing I lied to you about. It was actually an experiment." The potter Jose looked at Buster and said, "But the original quality is indeed... the real thing. The critical essence is the fruit created by the president, almost full to the point of overflowing."

"It's this thing. It produced a lot of fruit last time, but the experiment stopped at the last step...ah, it was silenced." Santos shook his head.

"Every time, so I want to try whether Buster's witchcraft can get close to the shell. If it succeeds, it may provide us with a new route." Jose nodded, showing a rare seriousness.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Buster noticed that mysterious words appeared in their mouths again, and asked quickly.

As a wild wizard working alone, Buster suddenly discovered the huge knowledge gap between himself and them.

Jose looked over and said: "Whether it is a ladder for humans to lead to God, or conversely, the birth of the Son of God, the essence is the same."

"That is to open the channel between us and [Yi]. It is not something inferior like starlight, but directly connects this world with [Yi]."

"But in this process, we will encounter a very difficult thing, and that is - 'falling'."

"In short, the power of the original substance will continue to decay in the process of being transmitted and absorbed by us. Due to the eternal existence of decay, even if we continue to improve the rating, we will eventually be infinitely close to pure existence or [God] , but can never truly be achieved.”

"This limit is 1A."

"On the contrary, you can only bring something close to God to be born, but you cannot bring the true Son of God to come."

"So we can only find other ways, a real way to become a god."

"However, in our continuous pursuit, we discovered something even more terrifying..."

The potter Jose said slowly, but right here, a sacred aura suddenly rose up.

The three of them stopped talking and looked at a small house wrapped in countless vines that Buster had been protecting behind them.

Those vines suddenly grew crazily at this moment, like the giant's pea vines in fairy tales.

And a ray of light, a holy white light that can penetrate all objects, turned into a beam of light and poked out from it, rushing straight into the sky.