Assassination career from full level

The Papal State, the southern city, Alibiji.

"Listen to Ingram, the class we are teaching now is about multiplayer magic. As long as one person uses more than the average magic power, the magic formula will collapse immediately!" the professor in the white robe said viciously. Throwing a piece of pitch-black metal in his hand in front of a six or seven-year-old child wearing a white robe, this poor twisted metal was a magic road board worth [-] magic crystals an hour ago, and it can withstand up to [-] people. Imbued with magic power and coordinated, now not only is it a scrap of copper and iron, but even the core is burned, and there is no value for recycling.

The culprit who wasted the three hundred magic spar, Ingram was staring blankly at the ceiling at this time, as if he wanted to see through the ceiling. This posture usually means that he does not want to see the person in front of him or listen to him.

The mentor in the white robe finally sighed, and his tone softened: "Ingram, you have to understand that you are one of the candidates for the succession of the future pope, so for you, multi-person collaborative magic is a must, if You have not mastered the technique..."

The young boy stared straight at the white-robed professor in front of him. This sudden move made the professor stunned, and he stopped nagging. Climbed onto the desk in front of him, raised his hands high, as if to announce some oracle, and shouted in a child's sharp voice: "Ingram wants to use the greatest magic in the world ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Come down for me!"

The professor in the white robe took off his glasses in a panic, and pressed his thumb on his temple. Suddenly, something rang in the professor's pocket. The professor put on his glasses, took out a pocket watch-like thing from his pocket, and pressed it. Then he got up and walked to the door of the classroom.

"Ingram," the professor suddenly turned back when he walked to the door, stared at the young boy seriously, and said in a tone different from his usual way of teaching him: "The stronger the magic, the greater the damage to the body, I admit you You are indeed very talented, but you are still too young, you have to study hard now."

The toddler in the white robe kept the knowledge of raising his hands high and watched the professor leave, then snorted softly and jumped off the table, his characteristic big and round eyes were full of undisguised contempt.

"You need to study hard, incompetent human."

The young boy in the white robe is named Ingram Friedrich Engel. In the Papal States, people with surnames usually belong to the noble class, but Ingram can't see any noble shadow from his appearance. , Inherited from his father's silver-white hair, which grew directly to his waist due to negligence, and at the end of the hair, it can be seen that there are many knots caused by not combing the hair. He basically wears the white hair that the college distributes to students all year round. The robe was covered with dirt, dust, oil stains, and many strange things that couldn't be seen.And he is also the only son of the No. 30 four popes of the Papal State, one of the few magic geniuses in the history of the world continent. When he was only three years old, he was tested to far exceed the magic reserves and skills known as "genius". Output, at the same time of enrolling in school, he has already demonstrated his incredible understanding of magic formulas. Destroying advanced magic props like magic road boards has long been commonplace. Only his uncertain personality and Usually dirty white robes.

At this time, the young magical genius was gnawing white bread in the cafeteria while flipping through the heavy ancient books that were also dusty and covered with cobwebs that had not been cleaned. It was noon, and the cafeteria was already overcrowded. But around Ingram, strangely, there was a blank space among the crowds. Some people would rather stand and eat than sit near Ingram. Ingram didn’t care about being isolated at all. state, quickly browsing the ancient book in his hand.

"The Greer Star is usually at..."

The sudden sound from behind made Ingram close the book subconsciously. Due to the excessive force, the ancient book raised a cloud of dust, which made him sneezed several times.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

Ingram looked back, standing behind him was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, different from the people in the academy, he was wearing a black uniform, black hair and blue eyes showed that he was from the Kievan Rus Empire in the north of the mainland .Holding the dinner plate in his hand, he sat down next to Ingram and explained slowly: "I think the book you read is very interesting, so I read it involuntarily."

"Someone is actually sitting next to Ingram!" Ingram looked at the boy with a ghostly expression.

The boy scooped up the porridge in the bowl and glanced at Ingram: "Can't someone sit next to you?"

"Don't you know? Ingram has a virus on him, and he will be infected if he gets close."

"you are sick?"

"Ingram is infected with the well-known Ingram bacteria. Anyone who is touched by Ingram will be infected with the virus, but if you call shield or bounce before Ingram touches, you can defend yourself. If you Infected, you can infect others as long as you touch it, but if others call defense or rebound before you touch it, you can’t infect others.”

The boy shrugged his shoulders: "... Isn't this just a game for children?"

Ingram looked suspiciously at the indifferent young man, and asked, "Who are you? You're not a student here, are you?"

"My name is Jill. I have some work to do when I come to Alibiji. By the way, I made a detour here because I heard that the canteen here is rare and delicious." Jill put the spoon of porridge into his mouth and glanced at Ingram , suddenly remembered something, took out a name tag from his pocket and handed it to Ingram: "This is a name tag I picked up on the way, because it seems that I can't get in without a name tag, I will trouble you to put it in the lost and found office in a while." ...are you listening?"

At this time, Ingram's eyes were fixed on the spoon that Jill was holding in his mouth. Jill tried to take the spoon out of his mouth. As expected, Ingram's eyes followed the spoon. Inexplicably, he put the nameplate on the table and continued to serve porridge, but before he could put it in his mouth, Ingram rushed over, bit the spoon, and then sat back to the original place in a lightning-fast manner. On the ground, eyes narrowed, with a suspicious blush on his face, he sat on the seat with a happy face, not reading the book, shaking his hands in the sleeves of his dirty white robe.

Jill thinks he is probably old. Although he is only in his teens, he doesn't know why he often feels old. He really can't understand why this six-year-old child is so happy to eat the rice in his bowl , Is it because you are happy to steal other people's food?Having said that, I have indeed heard that food that seems to be stolen from someone else tastes better.

Jill sighed, and took another spoonful for himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he was alert to Ingram's movements. The strange thing was that Ingram didn't seem to rush to grab it this time, but looked at Jill expectantly. Putting the spoon into his mouth, the look of anticipation almost made Jill wonder if the child had drugged him at that moment, but Jill didn't feel anything wrong until he drank the porridge.

Aside from Ingram's over-the-top excitement, Jill thinks he's about to explode.

"...Why are you so happy?" Jill couldn't help asking.

"Ingram won't tell you." Ingram was shaking back and forth on the chair like a tumbler, staring at Jill with bright eyes, and asked suddenly: "By the way, can Ingram also entrust Jill with work?" ?”

Jill sighed and put down the spoon: "Do you know what I do?"

"Ingram knows! Jill's doing a killing job!"

Jill raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Ingram raised his hands high, like a student rushing to answer in class: "Because Ingram has a good nose, as soon as Jill gets close to Ingram, Ingram can smell blood! That's why I was shocked." Jump, I thought Jill was here to kill Ingram."

"...Then do you have money?" Jill looked at the six-year-old child in front of him. Although it didn't matter who the employer was, it was the first time to be hired by a young child. Jill didn't think how much a child could pay.

"Yes, Ingram has a lot of money," Ingram replied unexpectedly to Jill, as if showing off to Jill, saying: "Ingram is the son of the Pope, so Ingram has a lot of money, You can do whatever you want."

"And then? What are you entrusting me to do? Is there someone like you who hates so much that you want to kill him?"

"No," Ingram flipped through the book on his lap and said seriously: "Actually, Ingram wants to use a very great magic, so Ingram will spend a long time drawing spells and formulas. Magic circle, but..."

Ingram looked up at Jill with a kind of indifference in his eyes, his lips were slightly pursed, and his face was full of grievances and dissatisfaction. Jill remembered the last time he saw such an expression on such an old child, that child because of Being criticized by [father] for not doing well enough, he was unhappy, so he stabbed a rabbit to death with a knife.

Ingram went on to say: "But those incompetent humans will probably stop me from performing that spell, so I want Jill to help me kill those who get in my way."

Having said that, Ingram suddenly remembered something, and suddenly became excited, shaking the sleeves of the white robe up and down, and a strange blush appeared on his face: "By the way, Jill will live with Ingram during this period of time, right? Jill You can order whatever you want, because Ingram is very rich! Also... Jill should sleep with Ingram at night! Because Ingram's bed is also very big, sleeping two people is not a problem!"

Jill chuckled lightly: "Food and lodging are included, yes, being your bodyguard is much more cost-effective than those outside, you are indeed the son of the Pope, but before that, I still want to ask a question, of course, it doesn't matter if you don't answer .”

Ingram nodded vigorously: "It's okay, just ask, as long as Jill asks, I can answer."

"What is that great magic? Does it have anything to do with the astrology book you read?"

Ingram giggled twice, jumped up and threw himself on Jill, and whispered in his ear: "That great magic is the magic that can manipulate stars!"

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