A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

"Beast, Victory, Lion."

Santos smiled and said three nouns in succession.

He stood in the underground interrogation room of the Central Police Station. A woman was tied to a chair welded to the ground in front of him. Two white headlights shone on the woman from the left and right. It could be seen that she was only wearing He was wearing a thin prison uniform and there were obvious scars on his face.

The policemen, Mr. Barney, and Dr. Worden surrounded her as if admiring a rare and rare animal.

"Tell me, I think you should know very well what you will face if you don't tell the truth."

Santos smiled softly and took a step forward, his long polo coat swaying slightly with the steps.

The witch in front of me had already had her spinal fluid tested. Her wounds were only briefly bandaged, and the police and Robbins were not so kind as to let her rest in peace and recuperate. Anyway, a beast with a strong body would not die from such a small wound.

The results show that her rating is 1D, but even without looking at the results, Santos can feel her large rating. Wizards who have reached B level can already feel the approximate ratings of other wizards.

Correspondingly, weak wizards can also feel the terror emanating from the inside out of the bodies of wizards above B.

For example, the smell on Santos... Winnie B. Metalia's feline sense of smell clearly smelled Santos. This smell was not the smell of blood on the body of a natural enemy, or even the smell of death on the body of His Excellency Metalia. .

It was a smell she couldn't understand, like the lions on the southern continent's grasslands smelling gun smoke for the first time, or the primitive people in the New World smelling gasoline for the first time.

Santos came over and stared into her eyes. His face was very handsome and his age was unpredictable. He looked very young, but his silver eyes seemed to contain frozen time.

Winnie almost suffocated.

"Then, let's start with your name." Santos said.

"...Winnie B. Metalia." Winnie swallowed, her voice losing its aggressiveness.

"What does the B in your middle name mean?" There was no hint of threat in Santos' tone.

"That's...the batch." Winnie lowered her head, which represented the batch they were produced from.

Santos nodded invisibly.

Winnie already understood that she could not escape from here. The severe pain in her waist made it difficult for her to think. She just hoped to save her life and survive... As for Lord Metalia...

She felt vaguely uneasy in her heart. She didn't know whether Lord Metalia had done something to her, but she knew too little. She had only heard about Lord Metalia from her father. Other than that, No one taught them anything anymore. They are destined to be disposable consumables from the day they are born, and no one is interested in teaching them the knowledge of the wizarding world.

Speaking of which, the growth rate of offspring is different from ordinary people, and only a few months have passed since Winnie was born.

"So……"

Santos spoke again, and Winnie waited anxiously for the question, but the next voice did not come out.

She wanted to raise her head in confusion, but she saw a slender hand with protruding bones reaching out, and that hand pressed on her head... No, it stretched straight into her head!

Winnie's head seemed to turn into a liquid fixed in the shape of a human head. Santos effortlessly put his hand in, causing a circle of ripples.

Winnie's expression froze for a moment, and then her whole body twitched uncontrollably and her eyes rolled white, as if she was experiencing great pain.

The hands quickly grabbed what he wanted, and the sound of pulling came over. The sound was extremely weird, like strings gradually breaking, and it made people's scalp numb.

The other police officers looked at this scene in shock, but no one dared to speak out to stop it. Only Dr. Worden leaned against the wall, his head tilted to one side.

The sound didn't last long, and soon, a thin booklet was pulled out of her head. The book seemed to be made of parchment, yellowish in color, and sewn together with some kind of thread.

As the pamphlet left her body, Winnie slumped in the chair. At first, people thought she was dead. It was not until Dr. Worden stepped forward to examine her that people knew she had just lost consciousness.

"You only got this little..." Santos stepped back, flipped through the pamphlet, and then threw it to a police officer.

"This is all her memory about the Metalia family, and I don't think the other ones know more, so there is no need to bother to re-examine it."

"Of course, there aren't many useful things in this memory... I have to say that for someone like Metalia, the confidentiality is pretty good."

The police officer caught it nervously, and then asked subconsciously: "Then what should we do with them?"

In fact, this is not something that should be asked of him. The Robbins family only assists the police and has no power to command the police.

Santos turned his head and looked to one side, where Cruz, who had never spoken, was standing in the shadows.

"Kill?" Santos asked.

"No." Cruise shook his head and said, "They should be sent to wizard prison."

Santos pointed to Winnie.

"They are just empty shells. There is no need for these things in wizard prisons."

"But BOI doesn't give you the power to kill people randomly, right?" Cruise said nonchalantly, "Besides, they also have special research value."

"Hahaha...special research value..." He smiled faintly, but didn't say anything else.

"Then it's decided." Cruise said, then looked at the police officer.

"Go find your deputy chief, and Constable Heinkel."

"To send them to Edwards Prison in Lausanne, I need... at least three wizards to escort them."

The police officer reacted, nodded, and went to do it immediately.

Some of the others left, while others were still watching.

Mr. Barney, the bear-like wizard, together with Dr. Worden, carried Winnie away after checking her vital signs.

The air became quiet, and Santos handed Cruz a cigarette. The latter looked at him strangely, but Santos didn't care and waved the hand that handed him the cigarette.

"Marlboro, not some other brand."

Cruise took it and lit it, and a plume of smoke rose.

Santos also lit one for himself, and after a long time, he spoke.

"That Levi, that Seris guy is a little weird."

"Most of the agents in the BOI are very strange. For example, I like to practice marksmanship indoors." Cruise said while blowing out smoke.

"No, I'm not talking about this weirdness." Santos smiled, "I want to know the results of his spinal fluid test."

Cruise shook his head and refused: "This is our secret."

"Really?" Santos stepped aside with some disappointment.

Cruise looked at him, but he seemed to have no intention of continuing to ask, so the former took another puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out.

But at this time, the latter spoke.

"It's my first time," Santos said. "When I saw him for the first time, I thought he was an ordinary person."

Cruise's footsteps stopped in place.

"what are you saying?"

"I said..." Santos was about to speak.

Suddenly, a violent vibration spread throughout the basement, followed by a deafening explosion.

Everyone in the basement suddenly became commotion, and Santos looked up with interest.

"It seems they have taken action." He said, "Let's talk about it next time. Haha, it's not an important matter."

Then, Santos turned around and left.

Cruz, who stayed where he was, frowned.