A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

There were cries of panic outside the office.

There was silence in the office.

The moment the strange man entered the office a few seconds ago, the "businessman" felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It was like the oppressive feeling he felt when he met the last gang leader when he first became a wizard.

At this time, the "bodyguard" and the member who came to report were pointing pistols at the strange man.

Unlike "businessmen," their intuition is not strong enough to detect the terror of a strange man—just as ants on the ground cannot detect the terror of a tiger.

The "Businessman" immediately realized something. He forced himself to calm down and waved his hand to tell the members to put away their guns and retreat.

"Sorry, duty dictated they had to offend you."

The "Businessman" looked solemn and stood up and said: "This is the first time we meet. I am the person in power here, and my characteristics are [Businessman]."

"Very polite." The stranger looked around, sat down on a sofa, and laughed dumbly.

"Don't worry, I won't blame them for this. I am the [Potter], and this is the first time we meet."

"What a surprise. I originally thought that in a city with a population of 18, there should be at least one Class B. After all, Newcastle State has not had a new Class B for a long time... Didn't you expect that the strongest one is only Class C? "

The "merchant" gradually began to make guesses as he listened to the potter's words.

To be able to show such disdain for C-level, the person in front of him can almost be confirmed to be a strong B-level person.

This also made the "Businessman" feel slightly relieved. He knew that killing a wizard with a rating lower than himself would not increase his rating, which meant that he would not be regarded as food by the person in front of him.

"Excuse me, why did you come to see me?" the "businessman" said in a complimentary manner.

"Haha, a young man I met yesterday told me that you are the biggest gang in the city, so I came to take a look."

The Potter smiled, "I need to ask you for something."

"What do you want to say...Feiyuan?"

Although the "businessman" intuitively didn't think that a B-level wizard would be short of money, he couldn't help but ask.

After all, if the other party really just came to rob a little money, then things would be simpler for him.

"Do not."

The "Potter" crossed his legs and looked at the "Businessman". His gaze made the latter tremble for some reason.

"Do you know any delusional wizard?"

"There is one among my subordinates, but only one." The "merchant" replied.

Compared with the beast type, which has animals as its characteristics, and the professional type, which has professions as its characteristics, the characteristics of the delusion type are often ideals that are difficult to achieve and exist in stories and legends.

Very few people have such qualities, and even fewer can successfully awaken. Therefore, the number of delusional wizards is the rarest.

"Oh? What's his rating?"

"1D."

"Yeah, it's a bit off, but it doesn't matter." "The Potter" smiled and said, "Let him come over."

Hearing the words of the "potter" and the "request" he mentioned before, the "businessman" had a vague premonition, but the current situation did not allow him to refuse.

The "Businessman" looked at a member standing aside in silence.

"Ask Dorian to come over and tell him that I want to see him."

The member seemed to realize something, he didn't say anything, nodded and left.

With the soft sound of the door being pushed open and closed, the room fell into dead silence again.

The stagnant air made it difficult for the "businessman" to breathe, so he tried to speak.

"Would you like some brandy?"

"can."

"The Potter" spoke with a hoarse voice and a smile.

The "businessman" gave instructions to the "bodyguard" beside him, who then went to the cabinet and took out a bottle of X.O, two small cups, and poured a cup for each of them.

The atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a bit. The "businessman" took a sip of wine and tried to ask:

"Mr. Potter, do you need Dorian to do anything for you?"

"I mean, his rating is only 1D, and he can't do anything too difficult..."

"It doesn't matter."

The "potter" raised his hand to interrupt the "businessman", and then just drank by himself. He picked up the cup and motioned to the "bodyguard" to fill up his empty cup.

The "bodyguard"'s face darkened and he looked at the "businessman".

The "businessman" shook his head and asked the "bodyguard" to fill it up for him.

After another drink, the "Potter" put his hands on the sofa, smiled and spoke slowly.

"You'll know then."

He had no intention of continuing to explain, so the office became silent again.

A few minutes later, the door was pushed open again, and this time a man with gold-rimmed glasses and a watch on his right hand walked in. He was Dorian, the [spectator] of 1D.

His witchcraft can see the ratings and characteristics of other wizards, which is an important foundation for the stable development of the Bridgewick gang. Therefore, he is highly regarded by the "Businessman" and becomes one of the four deputies.

"Chief...are you looking for me?"

Dorian saw the "potter" sitting on the sofa in an instant, and felt the pressure on him, and couldn't help but look nervous.

The "businessman" reluctantly said:

"This gentleman is looking for you."

Dorian reluctantly turned to look at the "Potter", who stood up and stretched out his right hand.

"When we first met, I am [Potter], and we will be traveling together for a while."

travel? Is the leader going to send me on a business trip?

Dorian was stunned. He had never heard of this, but the "bodyguards" and "businessmen" in the office gave him a sense of security. He cautiously stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the "potter".

At this time, he noticed that the corners of the "potter's" mouth were slightly raised.

"Sir, what trip are you talking about?"

The "businessman" was equally confused.

The Potter raised his hand to shut him up, then smiled and spoke.

"It's not difficult to understand. I am collecting delusional wizards, so I want to take him away."

"You mean collecting?" The businessman noticed this strange word.

"Yes." "The Potter" said absently, "To... do something."

"Oh, by the way, he is still 1D now. I almost forgot that he needs at least a C-level wizard."

The "potter" snapped his fingers, glanced at the "bodyguard" and said, "Then let's improve here."

As soon as these words came out, the "businessman" suddenly felt that the momentum of the "potter" had changed.

He showed his murderous intent!

The bodyguard on the other side also noticed something was wrong. He was about to draw his gun, but suddenly found that he could no longer move. His body had become hard and brittle.

He seemed to have turned into a porcelain doll!

"How is it possible? I was paying attention and didn't even touch him!"

A few drops of cold sweat flowed from the "bodyguard's" forehead, but he could only stand there, maintaining the posture of holding the bottle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the "businessman" and prayed for help.

The "Businessman" instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist, but he paused, let go of the pistol, and slowly placed his hands on the table.

What's the use of a pistol when facing a Class B?

The Potter laughed.

"You are very smart, so smart that I have no reason to take your life."

"However, stop trying to suppress the wizards in this city from improving their ratings. I can't even find a few plump prey in this city."

"I... understand." "Businessman" replied humbly.

In silence, the "Potter" slowly inserted his hand into the "Bodyguard"'s left chest, as if inserting a piece of soft clay.

Like taking out a stone, he took out a still beating, red heart. The "bodyguard" didn't even feel pain when the heart was taken out.

The heart was thrown into Dorian's hand. There was no blood on the heart, only warmth and a slippery feel, like a silicone toy.

"Crush it."

"Potter," reads the understatement.

"Bystander" Dorian held the heart, his breathing became rapid and his heartbeat almost stopped.

Are we prey?

No, no, we are simply, simply...

"livestock".

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