Those years of eating and drinking in the high school of conjuration

Mother hates herself.

Mianmian knew this very clearly.

So he really didn't understand why, at the end, when that terrible war broke out, his mother chose to let Alisa take herself out of the battlefield.

The maid who had been with him for six years and never said a word saluted him, then turned and left, and went back to the battlefield.

What should I do?

The child standing on the high ground was full of confusion. He should be obedient, but he couldn't help but wanted to keep up with Alisa who was leaving.

Don't...don't leave me.

He took a few steps, and the woman in black in front looked back at him.

"Please take care, little gentleman." That was the first time Mianmian heard Alyssa's voice, different from her usual cold and rigid image, her voice was soft and sweet like cotton candy.

The next moment, she disappeared.

Can't keep up, Alisa's speed is too fast, so fast that Mianmian can't even see her movements.

In the end, Mianmian could only return to the high ground, watching the rose buds, blooming and... withering.

No more.

A feeling of bewilderment swept over him, Mianmian stared blankly at the distance, unconsciously, he called out Mr. Ghost's name: "Wujo Wu."

Mr. Ghost, as you said, just call your name and you will take me away.

Sir, I seem to have nothing, father, mother, Alisa and my family, I seem to have only you.

"Wu, will you stay with me forever?" Mianmian asked in a low voice with a little expectation.

You will always be with me, as long as this is the case, my existence is meaningful.

Standing at the place where Mr. Phantom disappeared for a while, the young man looked up at the street behind him. There was a faint undercurrent in his dark blood-colored eyes. He raised his feet and walked deep into the street.

For Mianmian, everything here is novel and unfamiliar. He walked aimlessly on the street, turning a blind eye to the faint glances coming from the surrounding houses, and just looked at everything around him with curious eyes.

There seems to be no pawn shop here, which means that Mianmian can't exchange her belongings for money. Fortunately, the vampires don't need to eat, so the most urgent thing is to find a place to stay.

Although she is hated by her mother, Mianmian is also loved by her mother at the same time. Laura, who is a first-time mother, has inexhaustible patience with Mianmian, and these patiences are mainly expressed in Mianmian's dress.

The wide-sleeved aristocratic costume with black background and gold pattern almost had the word "rich" written on his face, and the red diamond earrings seemed to be shouting: Come and rob!

In the dirty alleys, villains who make a living by stealing are around the corner.

Thick-soled leather boots stepped on the broken stone bricks, and a middle-aged man in coarse clothes stood in front of Mianmian, holding a slender bong in his hand, half of his face was covered by his unshaven beard. , looking behind Mianmian with sharp eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Stop it."

Mianmian looked up at the man, and then turned her head to look behind her. There were three young men with machetes in their hands. They had been following behind her for an unknown amount of time. If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the man, they would have rushed to rob Mianmian long ago.

The leading man looked ugly and spit on the ground.

"It's you again, Sack, meddling old thing!" He looked fierce, glaring at the man viciously, "Why, do you want to save this noble brat?"

The man named Sac swallowed his clouds for a while, and didn't pay attention to the three young people at all.

"Tsk!" The young man glanced at the little noble unwillingly, and in the end he was still afraid of Sak's force, and he beckoned his two companions to leave. kill you!"

Watching the three youths leave, Sac said slowly, "I'm saving you, idiot."

Looking up at Mianmian with a bong, Sac laughed softly, and said lazily, "Okay, kid, come with me, I can take you in temporarily, in exchange, you have to tell me about the blood race What happened with humans, how?"

It's a human who smells good, and he's strong.

After weighing it up, Mianmian nodded, feeling that she was not at a loss.

Since then, Mianmian has been adopted by Sack.

Sac is a police inspector who retired due to injury. He experienced the first bloody battle 16 years ago, and he is very familiar with the blood race and the Bureau of Heresy. When he first saw Mianmian, he felt keenly , This is a small blood family with not low bloodlines.

Out of concern for the recent second bloody battle, and to prevent him from harming nearby humans, Sac took Mianmian away.

After learning about the situation from Mianmian, Sak realized that he had actually picked up a blood prince.

The little guy's mother is the ancestor, and his father is the head of the Bureau of Heretics. He has a strong background, but a small mind. He is unaware of the sensitivity of his identity among human beings, and he does not look at him with the eyes he should have for strangers. The vigilance is more only the rejection of the human group.

Just like a piece of white paper, he will leave whatever color he paints on, which made Sac, who was planning to hand him over to the Bureau of Heresy, hesitate.

As a police inspector, he actually didn't like people from the Bureau of Heresy, otherwise he wouldn't have refused the invitation.

In the final analysis, Sack is a good person in the orthodox sense. What he advocates is not procedural justice like the Bureau of Heresy, but substantive justice.

The nobles stipulated that the vampires and those who practiced mystics privately are sinners, so the Bureau of Heresy will eliminate them without distinction. Not every vampire and mystic should be put to death.

And the blood kid who is only 16 years old and has not yet grown up in the human world obviously shouldn't be nailed into the coffin indiscriminately.

Sac adopted Mianmian.

They lived together for two years. During these two years, Sak taught Mianmian to suppress the blood of the vampires and pretended to be a human being; taught him some simple secret techniques to allow him to have the ability to protect himself even in a human state; What is good and what is evil...

He is like a father, giving Mianmian love and support.

This is Mianmian's birthday. Knowing that he missed Mianmian's 17th birthday, Sac specially reminded himself to go home early next time.

On this day, Sak deliberately sent Mianmian out to buy some things in the town for himself, and quietly gathered at home by himself.

Colorful candles, expensive cakes, fat lamb chops... It was the first time he spent his savings just to give his child a warm birthday.

"That's right there, sir. Old Sack's residence is right in front of him. He definitely hid vampires! He even learned secret techniques!" The young man's flattering voice came from outside, and the dilapidated wooden door was violently knocked on the next second. Kick away.

Sac put down the things in his hands calmly, and looked back at the members of the Bureau of Different Affairs who broke in: "Good afternoon, sir, what's the matter?"

"Someone reported that you secretly learned secret arts and hid vampires." A young man in black leather came in and sat down at the table unceremoniously.

"It's nothing, sir, don't be fooled by villains." Sac smiled, "I'm a retired police inspector, it's normal to know a little secret art, and inspectors have learned low-level secret arts Qualified."

"As for vampires, as a human being, how dare I take in vampires." Sark said with reason.

No, let them leave quickly, Mianmian is coming back soon.Don't let Mianmian attract the attention of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, the current Mianmian has no way to escape under the search of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs.

"Oh! Don't quibble! I saw it on the day two years ago. The child you brought had blood-red eyes!" The young man who brought someone over shouted at the door, looking into Sak's eyes. It's full of malice.

He grinned grimly and said to the people in the different bureau: "Sir, I wouldn't dare to bring you to this shabby house without evidence. You can send someone to search the old man's room upstairs, and you can definitely find the brat. Fangs down!"

Sack paused.

No, you can't let them go upstairs.

The teeth of the blood race are extremely strong and are excellent materials for secret arts, which is why many powerful mystics have connections with the blood race.

The young man was right, Sac had indeed collected Mianmian's fallen fangs and made a short knife, and was going to give it to Mianmian as a birthday present today.

The existence of Mianmian cannot be exposed to the different bureaus.

Sac thought, he really wasn’t a good person. He secretly learned secret arts from a occultist when he was a child, and joined the police inspector when he grew up, but he couldn’t help his teacher escape from the pursuit of a different situation. Now, he killed Forget about the villainous gangsters, and killed a member of the different bureau who didn't know if he was a bad guy.

However, this is the only way to erase the existence of Mian Mian.

He can't be taken away, there are many mystics who can extract people's memories in different places; he can't let people search his house, lest any detail he didn't pay attention to reveal the existence of Mianmian; he can't let this The members of the bureau of different places left alive and went back to report the news.

The best way is to fake the death here as that of the mystic, blurring the existence of Mianmian.

It is said that people who commit suicide cannot go to heaven.

Forget it, a hypocritical person like him who talks about justice but is always influenced by personal affairs is not worthy of heaven.

Finally, after forging the scene, Sac placed the prepared gifts and cakes on the table.

He had no way to guarantee that he would not be caught in the future, so he decided to destroy his soul, and at the same time set up a secret technique, as long as anyone other than Mian Mian entered, the house would be weathered instantly, and as long as Mian Mian After entering and leaving, the house will be weathered instantly.

Sorry, Mianmian, let you have such a terrible birthday, thank you for being with me, an old guy, for two years, I want to let you know that there is always someone who will love you, don't give up on yourself, okay?

The crooked handwriting danced on the paper, like distorted musical notes.The paper slowly fell to the ground, soaked in bright red blood.On the wooden table, the dagger in the box reflected a dazzling white light.

Sac is a despicable villain. At the end of his life, this old man who has achieved nothing is delusional to let this little blood family raised by him as his son remember him. Remember that these two years are very short compared to his long life. .

"Mianmian?" Outside the door, Gojo Satoru, who had seen the secret art wrapping the house, didn't come in casually, but could only stand outside the door, looking at the trembling back of the boy.

The boy moved. He calmly went upstairs to pack his luggage, took away all the money and the dagger on the table, and put the cake in the hand of Sac's corpse.

He took a bite with a spoon.

"It's terrible, you can enjoy it slowly." He said calmly, stuffed the spoon into Sac's hand, got up and walked out of the house.

The secret technique was triggered, and the buildings behind him were instantly reduced to ashes.

"Mianmian?" Gojo Satoru called out again, looking at Mianmian worriedly.

Maybe it's because the Mianmian I met was 48 years old, even if the Mianmian here is fine, in Gojo Wu's eyes, he still feels that he is more like a child.

"I'm fine." Mianmian looked up at Gojo Satoru, with a bright smile on her face, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I still have Mr. Ghost!"

It doesn't matter anything, as long as Mr. Ghost is with me.

Mianmian thought about it like this, as if she could hold back her tears.

He didn't wait for Wujo Wu to reply, he carried his things and walked in any direction, thinking to himself: "Why? Why are blood races killed? Why is it a crime to learn secret arts without permission? Why are those nobles? Dogs can do whatever they want? Or are humans just such despicable creatures?"

It's so disgusting, why is it so disgusting...

Mianmian's face was extremely ugly.

"Does Mianmian hate humans? Is Mr. Sack the same?" Wujo Gou caught up with Mianmian in two or three steps, walking in front of Mianmian.

"Yes, Sac is just a despicable person." Mianmian said with a blank expression.

"So, why don't you try to change it?" Thinking about what he was doing recently, Gojo Satoru excitedly seemed to be on top of his own wall, "If Mianmian hates it, go change it! What kind of human do you want? , change them to whatever they are! If you hate this world, change this world to what you like!"

change?

Mianmian froze.

I...can I do it?

"Mianmian is so powerful, of course it can be done!" After all, Mianmian in the future can be evenly matched with me!

The bright golden eyes seemed to be lit up by the brilliant light in Gojo Wu's eyes, Mianmian gritted her teeth and nodded: "Since Mr. Ghost has said so, then I will try!"

Amway succeeded, Gojo Satoru happily picked up Mianmian and twirled around: "Yeah! Come on! Mianmian! If you need help, you can make a wish on your birthday~ In this way, the strongest Gojo-sama will appear and Mianmian will come true. Sleep wishes! How about it?"

The young man's smile was flamboyant and reckless, and his blue eyes were filled with the afterglow of the evening. He was the son of a god who had descended to earth.

Putting cold hands on the young man's face, Mianmian leaned over, and placed a precious kiss on Mr. Ghost's forehead, her solemn tone seemed to declare some promise: "Okay, I will always trust you."