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

Bancy knew what the lady was hinting at him.

Wizards are the executioners of the mysterious world. When some crimes that cannot be known by human beings occur, or some crimes that human laws cannot make a fair judgment, they will be responsible for completing the execution, cutting off the body, terminating life, and exterminating the evil. souls sent to hell.

But they don't always do it themselves.

Death and killing will bring extremely negative energy shocks, so some wizards will choose to sign contracts with mysterious creatures related to death, making them perform the duties of the executioner.

For example, a wolf who is about to fall to death and cannot control his desire to kill.

This is a hard job for a girl like Angelina who just came of age yesterday. She has to be bound by the wizard's rules and suppress her instinctive bloodthirsty desire, but compared with being cut off her head, it is already a job Not a bad way to handle it.

It's just that Banci still has to think about it.

He is not used to drawing others into his work, especially work related to death, which is too close to the soul in the sense of a wizard.

Otherwise, he could have asked for a train, or simply asked Odile to sign a contract with him. Both of them were better choices than a wolf whose safety was unknown.

Bancy was sleepy and had a headache. His sleepiness was caused by the imbalance caused by repeatedly turning energy into healing water. The little tricks of refreshing can only be managed for a while, and it is already the limit to let yourself not be blank and promise everything. Once the matter is over The brain started to buzz.

He was lying in bed, unable to sleep well because of a headache.

Odile poked her head out to see his situation, then jumped out and nestled on his chest in the standard hen's brooding posture, flapping her wings gently to create a gentle wind.

A faint fragrance diffused from under her wings, herbal powder and sunlight blended into a girl's fragrance. If you look at it from the perspective of the soul, you can see a black-haired and snow-skinned girl sitting sideways, gently sitting on the desk. Patting Xi's body, there was a loving and gentle warm light in his eyes.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

As if coaxing her own child, the sleeping face buried under the quilt gradually overlapped with the girl who summoned her in memory.

She is the guardian spirit that Bansy inherited from his mother. When Bansy was a child, he often cried all night because of his unstable strength. She would hum a lullaby to lull him to sleep.

The lullaby was gentle and melodious, not at all like her usual quacking.

Bancy gradually stretched his brows. In his deep sleep, he unconsciously connected to the energy cycle of this positive node, and the gentle and pure energy replenished his almost unbalanced internal balance, dispelling the heavy fatigue and lingering negative forces.

When he fell asleep, Shilu came in to tuck him in the quilt. Seeing Bancy's unshakable sleep, he probably wouldn't be able to get up before noon.

Then today, you can prepare lunch a little earlier and get something light and easy to digest.

Shilu was planning to buy something for Banxi to eat, and went through the nearby restaurants in his mind-a big monster like him didn't just need to eat, and he wouldn't die if he wanted to eat something. Of course he didn't either. He knows how to cook, at most, he can make tea and make instant coffee for Banxi.

However, when Bansy works here, he still has to eat seriously, usually bread sandwiches in convenience stores or takeaways. After watching a lot, Shilu is familiar with what to eat around him.

He went downstairs while thinking about it. Angelina, who was lying on her stomach in the hall, seemed to have regained her senses, and was licking her sister's fur with her arms around Anne, showing a gentle and reluctant attitude.

Annie hummed softly on her sister's fur belly. It looked much more energetic. Maybe it was being coquettish or maybe it was complaining about its discomfort. The sound should match it.

The madam was also sitting next to Angelina, stroking her fur. The rough gray-black fur felt a little prickly to the touch, and the tips of the hair were entangled with blood-colored ominous spots.

Sadness flashed in Madam's eyes, and she quickly restrained herself when she noticed the rhythm, and stood up to greet him gently and respectfully.

This is a very powerful existence - as the leader of gray wolves, she is closer to the level of elves than ordinary gray wolves, so she can feel the indescribable deterrence more clearly, just like facing A mountain, a river, and a piece of land can only be looked up to but not shaken.

Madam couldn't tell what this feeling symbolized, but she knew it wasn't because Shi Li was a powerful youkai.She has seen those ancient and powerful monsters in Huaguo. They are almost mysterious themselves, but they don't make her feel too oppressive.

She was a little confused about this, but Huaguo's mysterious world originally had many secrets that outsiders like her could not touch, so she didn't dare to delve into it, and only treated Shili more cautiously.

Shi Lu nodded back and saluted, took his wallet and prepared to go out, after thinking about it, he came back to Annie, squatted down and looked at the little milk dog.

Angelina immediately turned over vigilantly and hid Annie under the fur belly, watching Shi Li's every move - as soon as she saw Shi Li, she was stepped into the ground and broke her bones, as if it started to hurt again, fear Drilled from the bone to the heart.

Shi Li rubbed his nose, thinking how he would scare the wolf without making a bad face. Instead, Annie took the initiative to poke her head out from under her sister's fur belly, and made a friendly voice to Shi Li.

"Wow?"

The little milk dog's watery blue eyes were clean and innocent, and Shi Li reached out and rubbed the hair on his head.

"Bansey is resting." Shi Lu said, "Keep your voice down."

Annie groaned a few times if she understood or not, and licked Shilu's fingers.

It's really cute and well-behaved. When it's a little weak and insists on wagging its tail and rubbing against your feet, it can get the whole world.

After waking up and being fed lunch by Shilu, the more sober Bancy looked at Angelina seriously, trying not to pay extra attention to the milk dog who was spinning around at his feet and showing his fur belly. He was soft-hearted because of Annie.

……

Well, there is indeed an Anne factor.

Look at the watery blue eyes of the little milk dog, who is willing to let it lose its loving sister at such a young age, showing a sad and sad expression.

"I still need an executioner." Bancy stretched out his hand and looked at Angelina. "It will be very hard, and I will die unexpectedly."

Although there are not as many mysterious rebellions as before that require wizards to go through bloody suppression, the executioner is indeed a job that is extremely dangerous and will be gradually eroded by death.

If you are too close to death, you will be assimilated by it one day.

Sickness, injury, accident, any moment of death will come uninvited, and long-lived mysterious creatures may even walk ahead of wizards.

Angelina made a disdainful voice to Bancy's warning, and she stood up, her gray-black mottled fur seemed to be covered in the night, with strands of blood dripping down.She raised her head slightly to look at Shi Li's eyes, the amber pupils reflected the essential pigeon's blood red in her eyes.

She suddenly raised her front paw to rest on Bancy's shoulder, sniffing the scent of the human neck.

The blood flowing under the skin, the hot and sweet breath, she left a scratch here before, still reddish and swollen with a faint blood color.

She couldn't help licking it, the wolf's sensitivity to blood made her feel a bit of the wolf's addictive sweetness.

"I thought you guys had nothing to do with vampires." Bancy pushed Angelina, and took out a vial containing his blood from his pocket, "Use this, don't bite your mouth, you haven't been vaccinated."

It's not that there have been cases of wizards getting rabies after being bitten by mysterious creatures.

Angelina got off Bancy's shoulder, licked her mouth regretfully, and took the vial from Bancy's hand.

It's not that she is cowardly, but that Shili is staring at her silently behind her back, making the hair on her back almost explode, and there is a feeling that if she dares to speak in a second, Shili will be able to shove herself into the wall An indescribable sense of crisis.

The establishment of a contract requires blood. Angelina bit the vial, and the wizard's blood flowed over the tip of her tongue. The sweetness made her feel hot all over, and she could hardly control her body while trembling. The tiny buzzing tempted her to want more, More.

Bancy took out the ritual sword and asked his wife to take Anne to the next reception room to wait. Signing a contract with the wolf is a bloody and painful process, not suitable for a milk dog like Anne to watch.

Shi Li was left behind by him, in case Angelina suddenly violently hurt others.

He stood aside with folded hands, watching the scene—Bansy hung the point of his sword over Angelina, pointing it at her heart.

His voice seemed to be singing when he chanted the mantra. Shi Li could vaguely understand the meaning of the ups and downs in the tone, but he was sure that Bancy was definitely not speaking Chinese.

"You are a wild, murderous, fallen beast."

"I shall hold the chains, and the sword shall be the bondage."

Angelina's body froze suddenly, the heavy force on her body made her unable to make a sound, her tail flicked like a dying fish.

"endure."

No matter what the pain.

"restraint."

No matter what temptation and desire.

Bansy opened his palm and held the hilt tightly. His blood flowed down the blade, and when the tip of the sword dripped, it turned into chains, stretching and binding Angelina's body.

"Declare—"

Bansy had to hold the sword with both hands to resist Angelina's resistance, and he thrust the sword down hard, muttering the final incantation.

"Submit to me."

Angelina let out a sharp roar, and the ritual sword that stabbed her was not even sharpened, but it made her feel a terrible sense of crisis. She instinctively wanted to struggle and escape, to break free from the iron-like chains wrapped around her body, and escape from this place. The pain that seemed to be tearing apart her soul.

But in the end she restrained her instincts, and she stared at the point of the stabbing sword with wide eyes.The ritual sword turned to black smoke when it touched her fur, and she felt the invisible blade piercing her from top to bottom, churning her soul into crumbs.

"Ouch-"

The madam and Anne in the reception room heard the hoarse and shrill wolf howling. Annie, with her tail between her legs, tried to knock on the door, but was hugged by the madam and gently comforted.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Madam kissed Anne's forehead, "Anne will be back."

She listened to the movement outside, and the screams of pain gradually weakened until they finally calmed down. The smell of blood changed from strong to weak, and finally mixed with the smell of herbs to form a drifting mist.

The world fell silent, as if everything was over.

Someone pushed open the door of the reception room, and hugged Annie who was rushing over.

"I'm back, Anne, I'm back."

Angelina murmured softly, tears stained her eyelashes, and moistened her sharp and arrogant pupils. She embraced Annie, like embracing a lost and found treasure.

Anne sobbed softly in her arms, and just as Madam wiped her tears and was secretly moved, a blanket wrapped Angelina tightly.

Shi Li, who threw down the blanket, was expressionless: "Put on clothes."

What it looked like running around naked, even if he and Bancy weren't frightened, it wouldn't have a good effect.

Wrapped in a blanket, Angelina turned her head and smiled at Shi Li: "Who's wearing it?"

She didn't think that the two males, Banxi and Shilu, could make her a dress that she could wear.

She was no longer in the category of a girl, in every sense of the word.

Long smoke-colored hair curled like seaweed, snow-skinned red lips reflected different-colored eyes, raised eyebrows and curled lips were indescribably charming, revealing a thorny wildness.

"..."

Bancy sighed, "I have it here."

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