Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

People, at first, did not believe in ghosts and gods and the like.

But if you really get in touch, after the initial fear, you will inevitably have the idea of joining it.

Who wouldn't want supernatural powers like a superhero.

Catlin, and even Matthew, who has personal experience, is no exception.

But Robb shattered their illusions in time.

No talent is no talent, no matter how hard you try, it is useless.

Unless it's like yourself, a deep blue plus.

Sending out a disappointed Catrin and Matthew, who seemed to have become a habit from time to time, so as not to stimulate their hearts next.

Robb came to Justifah and Seth and unabashedly reopened the safety of the pistol.

It was two new inputs, and he didn't let go of the possibility.

Before he started, Robb asked: "The evil spirit that suddenly appeared and threatened to eat you at the beginning, you know... All right.

Robb found himself talking nonsense.

How could Justifa, who struggled to even raise his head, reply.

Not to mention Sesel, whose mouth was still in a disappearing state under the influence of the Supreme Witch's mana.

Robb sighed and ignored the two with begging looks on their faces.

Bang! Bang!

Simply two gunshots.

As the pages of the Book of Containment turned, Robb looked at the two new pages.

[Number: 015

] [Name: Justifa

] [Type: Voodoo Wizard

] [Status: Contained]

[Ability: Soul Change; Eye of the Abyss]

[Introduction: Mastering profound soul-changing sorcery, the enviable Justifa proudly walks on the road to immortality. However, he has long forgotten that strength is the fundamental guarantee of immortality] [

Containment Point +180

] after Sesle's [No. 016]

and [No. 015].

Except for the ability to replace [Eye of the Abyss] with [Language of the Abyss], everything else, including the containment point, is basically the same.

Although Justifa and Seth now have a lot of strength, there are still some foundations in the past.

Influenced by this, Robb reaped a lucrative shelter.

Together, the two are very close to the total gain of the war with Voodoo some time ago.

If you add the containment point on the evil spirit who just appeared to find death, it is more than the sum of that night.

Great harvest!

Absolutely a big harvest!

Even if it is the containment point that has been preserved since killing the axe killer and the female ghost before, Robb now has six hundred points in his hands.

Decided!

After you go back, you must open up an all-round big improvement for yourself.

As for now, it is still necessary to solve the current matter from beginning to end.

Robb, who already had a lot of experience in destroying corpses, began to deal with the scene.

The house is remote, miles from the nearest home.

Without worrying about things being revealed or attracting attention, he is not anxious.

Catherine and Matthew, who knew how this could not be explained, followed suit to help.

Wait until everything is processed.

Robb, as if nothing was wrong, hummed a ditty and drove Matthew back with Catlin.

On the way, Robb tells Matthew the details about Susan who commissioned him to investigate.

Matthew was moved.

After thanking Robb and saying that he would use all his connections to promote the supernatural office in the future, he couldn't wait to call his girlfriend Susan and desperately spread dog food.

Robb, who inevitably polluted his ears, slammed on the accelerator and accelerated towards the city.

More than half an hour later.

Finally seeing off Matthew, Robb and Catlin, who were not disturbed by outsiders, looked at each other.

Needless to say, under Catlin's lead, Robb came to her rented apartment.

As soon as I entered the house, the door was not closed.

Catrin couldn't wait to throw herself into Robb's arms, bursting out all the enthusiasm she had suppressed for a day.

Robb responded as he quickly closed the door.

No worries.

An indescribably fierce battle ensued.

Witnessing Robb's magic and gratitude for saving his life, Catrin was much more enthusiastic than last night, and even took the initiative to open another path to her as she had thought.

Robb was satisfied.

So much so that when he was about to leave the next day, he lay down again under the provocation of Katrin, who cooperated in every way.

Robb, Robb!

Your career has just improved, how can you always indulge in gentle township.

Finally, the third day.

With a strong will, and with the assurance of frequent contact and occasional relaxation together, Robb left Catlin's apartment.

Flipping open the phone, in addition to Zoe's routine greetings and Madison's occasional welfare pictures, his normal customer Susan has sent the most messages in the past two days.

Because of Catlin, Robb has not paid much attention.

Taking advantage of his free time, he called back.

A few minutes later, amid Susan's excited thanks, Robb hung up.

Soon, a text message came from Susan.

This is double the amount originally agreed.

Robb says such a customer is perfect.

A few more dozens, even if he does not rely on witches, he can be colorful in the American Empire.

Robb rewarded himself with a bottle of Coca-Cola.

Pepsi or something, absolutely heretical.

Just as he was drinking the killer weapon, he was walking towards his parking place, passing a house, he noticed a white middle-aged woman knocking on the door and said to the man of the house:

"Hello, I am your neighbor." There is something I want to reflect on you, and I hope you can correct it. "

Oh... What's going on?

"You've got a baby, huh?"

"That's right."

"Through observation these days, I have noticed that your child has been wearing an orange tunic. That's not good! "

“...... Madam, what's wrong with that?

"Of course! Orange represents women. You shouldn't force your child to think he's a woman!

"But she's a girl!"

"You can't call a girl, the most accurate term should be the egg recipient."

"Listen

! This is a serious matter, and you can't just hasty define your child's gender.

"She's a girl, there's no doubt about that!"

"Nope! It is also very likely that the child will have his own cognition, and then think that he is a boy. "

“...... No! She will always be a girl!

"You're too strong! How gender is should be decided by the child himself. As a father, you should go with it all and not impose your will on your children. If you continue this dangerous thought, I will call the police. At

this moment, the man was like forcing a dog, and his face was completely indescribable.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he thought of something, and he rebuked loudly: "Who told you that I am my father's? Why do you define my gender so arbitrarily? The

white middle-aged woman's face instantly froze: "... What？ "