What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

The black cat jumped off the window sill, stepped on the bay window and climbed up the chair, and finally sat on Bancy's desk.

There was no place in the study that seemed more suitable. The cabinets were filled with all kinds of exquisite appliances with unknown uses, which made him nowhere to stay. He squatted on the ground and the height difference was too large, and he couldn't see Banxi's face when he looked up.

The black cat adjusted its posture reservedly and sat down, circling its front paws with its fur tail, watching Bancy unpacking the snacks in a dignified manner.

That posture is not at all like a wild cat sleeping outside to beg for life, as if a pampered cat owner would condescend to take a second look at the snacks when they are handed to his mouth.

Bansy tore apart the cat biscuits and beef strips that had been prepared for the train, and put them in front of the black cat to choose.

On one side are crispy biscuits with high-grade catnip added, and on the other side are chewy and meaty mixed meat strips. Rothbart’s secret snacks have their own uniqueness, and even picky cats will say Well, while loathing Rothbart, I can't help but think about it endlessly.

The black cat sniffed the snacks that Bancy handed over, and there was absolutely no need to make any mental preparations for being forced to open for business.

The black cat, who was ready to work hard, ate a round belly first, and his paws were full of the aroma of meat strips.He didn't come back to his senses until he licked his claws and remembered that he didn't come here to eat and drink.

Why is this a distraction, so I started eating first.

The black cat tried its best to lower its paws reservedly, scratching the ground with its toes as if nothing had happened, as if it was not embarrassed at all, and its sitting posture was especially standard.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" There was still more than half of the bag of dried fish in Bansy's hand, and the dried fish that was pushed over was pushed back by the black cat. The cat's face was full of seriousness and aloofness. .

Bansy had no choice but to seal up the dried fish and put it back in a bit of frustration. Even with the temptation of snacks, he basically failed to seduce the kitten, and the only black cat and the train that he fed were all wiped their mouths and ran away after eating. Nowhere to be seen.

Generally we call this slag.

But can a cat's scum be called scum? You can't just forgive him.

In order to save the black cat who ran away after eating, Banxi took out another bag of Polygonum sativa, "Would you like some more of this? Smoked with catnip, it tastes good."

The small Polygonum twigs can not only grind teeth but also clean them. The addition of unique catnip ingredients will definitely make cats want to stop.

Bansy stared at the black cat, and the black cat stared at the Polygonum in Bansy's hand, and both of them couldn't resist the temptation of this wonderful fragrance, forgetting the purpose of their own business.

It's not that he's worthless, it's that it's really fragrant.

The black cat hugged Mutian Polygonum, biting and biting, and gradually changed from a straight sitting posture to a more comfortable and lazy lying posture, with the tip of its tail swaying from side to side as if to beat the little snoring in its throat, inadvertently sweeping over Banshee's wrist.

It's so fluffy, it makes people feel itchy.

Bancy looked seriously at the first cat he approached and (touched) in his life of more than 20 years, like a miser looking at the gold in his warehouse-the eyes are full of shining light, and he is careful not to be stolen .

The little black cat snoring and snoring in Kemutian Polygonum, relying on Bancy not knowing his true form, he is still a dog and he is just an ordinary little wild cat. He raised his tail generously and turned sideways, showing that he is delicate and soft. Slippery tempting hairy belly.

Maomao has three treasures, the meat pad belly hair ball.Even the countless veteran drivers who read cats can't resist any of the lethality, let alone a novice like Banxi who has only fantasized through the screen.

Bancy lowered his head and covered his face.

As a result, the shame of a tengu wanting to meow like a cat has been reduced by another ten percentage points, and the black cat is dizzy thinking that what Zhong Shuangming said is really fucking reasonable, and that the golden house cangjiao brings happiness to the father of the golden owner , he should be more professional, and live up to the six-figure wool carpet and the seven-figure antique incense burner.

The black cat cleared its throat in its heart, licked its mouth and hummed twice, and said a sweet and soft "meow~meow~" to Bancy - the kind of sweet and soft tilde that can be visualized. soft.

"..." Bancy sighed as if he was overwhelmed, and the black cat saw that his ears were red.

The black cat smashed and gnawed the Mutian Liao, who felt that he had done enough business. Don't you see that Banxi's body is filled with pink bubbles that were knocked down by the fluffy, which looks better than him.

The black cat didn't know why it raised its tail a little proudly, and finally "meowed" at Bancy, jumped off the table briskly, jumped onto the window sill, and disappeared into the vast night.

Only Bansy was left thinking about whether he was dreaming in a trance, his blushing cheeks and blurred eyes made Odilea, who jumped in from the window, let out a long "噫——".

She jumped onto Bancy's lap, crouched in the standard posture of a hen's brooding, and smelled the unusual smell with her keen sixth sense.

How many witches threw herself into her arms and didn't respond to her little master's eldest grandson. Is this the beginning of love, or was she cooked by someone after she went out for a stroll?She blushed a little when her wandering little eyes glanced at her, and her heart beat a little, feeling a bit of the excitement of a scum girl who ate and ran.

It was also because she died too early, and she didn't have time to enjoy the life of Mary Sue as the eldest daughter of the Rothbart family, otherwise there would be no need to imagine the excitement of eating and running here.

"You're thinking too much, Lady." Bancy was pulled back to reality by Odile's long "噫——" and he reached out helplessly to pick up the white down from Odile's black feathers, "You Are you going to bully Baibai and Yuyu? This is not a lady's self-cultivation."

Lao Zheng, the team leader of the building, dragged Banxi to the WeChat group of the residents of their building. Banxi didn't speak much but often read it, as a language reading practice and as a material to improve the familiarity of the residents of this land.

The focus of the discussion in the group these two days was not only the extermination of rats in the community with great fanfare, but also the fact that Baibai and Yuyu, the mascots of Huaihu New Village, were bald for some reason.

With her head held high and her chest high, Odile groaned twice, spreading her wings to show off her spoils—a white flight feather that was forcibly pulled off, with traces of artificial pruning at the end.

She bullies!

Legend has it that Odette's true love can't be done in the story, and she can't bully two cockerel swans who are so affectionate? !

Odile yelled super loudly, perfectly switching Bansy's thoughts of staying in cat sucking to the familiar parenting mode.

"No." Bansy reached out and squeezed Odile's mouth, "I know you hate white swans, but they are just white swans, you can't vent your anger on them."

Odile showed an expression of resentment and flapped her wings in protest.

"If you say you can't do it, you can't do it." Bansy hugged Odile's wings with the other hand. The advantage of insisting on exercising is that he can suppress his forever 16-year-old guardian spirit, so that she has to listen to his reasoning.

Bancy didn't like white swans either, and no Rothbart would like white swans, but it would be embarrassing to be true to the mascots in the community, and it would be even more embarrassing to go to feathers in the middle of the night.

The Rothbarts could not afford to lose this man.Bansy racked his brains to trick Odile to rule the enemy instead of defeating the enemy. He must transform his hostility towards the white swan into dominance, and let the white swans jump into Swan Lake under the leadership of the black swan, in order to reflect the strength of the Rothbart family.

The logic is not very smooth, but the routines can always fool Odile.

The black swan was fooled into arrogance, and she changed her attitude and vowed to make the two white swans her little brothers.

After solving the mysterious hair loss incident of the white swan in the community, Banxi faced out the window, trying to regain a little bit of happiness when he was sucking cats.

Real cats are many times happier than him sucking cats in front of the video cloud. He can remember for a long time when the fur tail rubs against him, not to mention his charming fur belly that dazzles his eyes.

Bansy began to imagine the day when he had a cat was just around the corner, and even dreamed about the moment when he fed the train and the black cat at the same time.

This time Odile didn't bother to tease him that he was thinking about Peach, and jumped on the table with duck steps, pecking at the scale fragments that Bancy was studying just now.

Cat what a cat, think about your job.

"I didn't think about anything else." Bancy coughed dryly, and re-opened the atlas of special creatures he had seen halfway through.This atlas records the shapes of various special creatures and legends or photos of each part of the body, and some of them also include the death methods of previous owners to show the characteristics of the attached curse.

Many special creatures themselves have a strong mystery, and in a broad sense, including gods, can be classified as a kind of special creatures.For example, the gods on this land are so powerful and mysterious that even Banshee's eyes were burned just by looking directly at their existence.

An unnatural death unleashes this mystique completely, manifesting itself in the form of a powerful curse.

It is also because of the powerful mystery of this externalization that many people are willing to risk their lives to pursue its existence, including some treasures acquired by their ancestors through various channels in Bancy's family, such as unicorn horns, unhatched chickens, etc. Snake embryos and so on, those things were sealed up under a series of confinement, not only as a treasure to show off the family's strength, but also as the ultimate means to die with the enemy in a critical situation.

Bancy restored the original appearance of the scale fragments according to his memory. The colorful luster is the color of turquoise, and there are a few translucent and thin pieces. The texture is not very hard but very tough.

He tried to deduce the shape of this creature from the shape of the scales - the body is not very big, the body should be more like a snake or lizard, and its lack of fire resistance means that it is closer to habitats such as water swamps and rivers, from the curse See has a powerful majesty and mystery associated with the creation of life.

Emmmm......

Banxi immediately thought of the most famous special creature in Huaguo, the dragon, but in the last 2000 years, there have been no real dragons or dragon remains in the world.

Both the dragons of the west and the dragons of the east left the present world as early as the so-called "prehistoric" in Huaguo and the catastrophe described in the west as "the great flood", and went to another higher level one after another. It is only its subspecies, and with the mysterious decline, it gradually reproduces in a lower direction.

Banxi remembers Huaguo's description as "a dragon has nine sons, but nine sons cannot become a dragon".

After the Industrial Revolution, the mysterious rate of decline increased exponentially, making the remains of dragons no longer able to maintain their original form. Whether they were buried underground or treasured by others, they were all downgraded to mineral vein gems or some other resources.

Bancy speculates that these scales may belong to some kind of dragon-like scales. The blood is similar to the real dragon and has a strong local bonus. It should have once inhabited this land or the nearby area, so Ban Xi could not perceive the existence of the scales when drawing the map, and needed the hint of the land to notice the abnormality.

It's like being so perfectly integrated into the shell of the land that only the land can find its presence.

Bancy was thinking about whether to conduct a larger land ceremony to communicate with the gods-this is similar to a physical examination of the land, and actively establish channels to obtain clearer information feedback.Although he is a foreign wizard, his professional ethics as a wizard must ensure that the land he serves is in good health and prevents all possible hidden dangers.

But this needs to be carefully negotiated with the management center. Large-scale land ceremonies will have a macroscopic impact on the energy balance. It is easy for him to do things alone, so he needs to think long-term.

Bancy bit his pen and seriously thought about the follow-up arrangements.The night was getting darker, and after twelve o'clock, the calendar on the table turned itself from September to October. The summer heat gradually subsided, and autumn was approaching.

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Banci: Die under the belly of a hairy belly, even a ghost is a coquettish [violent words]