Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

When Machima opened her eyes, it was dark outside.

She smelled the soil after the rain, and the soft soil covered her body, probably because the material of the fabric was too thin, and the muddy water even seeped into her clothes.

To be on the safe side, Machima recovered from the wounds on her body on the third day after her "death". The head seemed to be taken back by Gojo Satoru with magic power, and Machima directly healed the wound around her neck. up.

Gojo Satoru buried her.

And it seems that it has rained in the past few days, and the soil has become very viscous to the touch. When Mazima crawled out of the ground, she was like a clay figurine.

She looked around, and it seemed to be a suburb, but it didn't look like the vicinity of Wujo House, nor the surrounding area of ​​the High School of Conjuration.

Machima herself wanted to leave Gojo Satoru and the Conjuration College, of course she had something she wanted to do. Machima looked at her clothes again, and saw her disheveled appearance through the puddles on the ground.

Before doing what she planned to do, she had to settle this whole body first.

After washing off the dirt on her body and putting on neat new clothes, Machima left here and walked towards the city of Tokyo alone.

To be honest, Machima has been in this world for two months, and she hasn't visited Tokyo in this world much. Although it is very similar to the original world, it is different in many subtleties.

The lighting in the room was dim, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of tobacco, alcohol and coffee.

Although the strange smell and weird atmosphere here are easy to make people uncomfortable, but the oxygen in the room is very sufficient, and the free coffee just throws money more energetically for the gamblers.

This is the third basement floor, the casino.

Most of the people who stay here are rich and powerful company bosses, or rich second-generation rich people who love money, but there is no shortage of people like Maqima who make money because they are poor.

I was wrong, in fact, Maqima doesn't really need money, but just wants to enjoy the atmosphere here.

Mazima's slender and white fingers kept fiddling with the chips, touching the table from time to time, making a "dongdong" sound. The woman's calm expression did not look like a person who was gambling, as if winning or losing didn't matter , just treat it as a pastime.

At the end of the game, it was no surprise that Maqima won again.

A circle of people had already surrounded her, and the wealthy people in suits started a new round of discussion after seeing this:

"Hey, he has won dozens of rounds in a row!"

"Really, how many rounds!?"

"Hmm... I remember it was round 46!"

"Hiss, has this already surpassed the highest winning streak record? It looks like a veteran, and he is so proficient in Chuqian."

Maqima stayed in the casino all morning, and only lost one game at the first time, and then she mastered the method and rules of playing thousands, and has never lost a single game since then.

Of course, Maqima has the most covert methods and techniques. Even though the onlookers know that she is constantly going out, they just can't find where she has moved, so they give up early.

Soon, the person sitting opposite her got up, and Mazima asked with interest, "Aren't you playing?"

The woman's thin lips are slightly curved, her golden eyes are seductive, her long orange-pink hair looks more vivid under the warm orange light, and her long braid hangs down behind her head.

The onlookers agreed that it was really a poisonous snake wearing a witch's cloak.

And Maqima's performance, in the eyes of the loser, is nothing more than irony.

The man had fierce eyes, stared at her and cursed secretly, then walked away.

Confident players like to interrupt other people's winning streaks to gain pleasure, and the result is always the same. After a whole morning, no one has won makima.

Winning No.40 in six games, it was already noon, and Maqima was going to exchange chips for money to go out for a meal, but when she was about to get up, she was blocked by a tall man.

The man was wearing black slim-fitting short sleeves, his bulging muscles were completely exposed, and there was a scar at the corner of his mouth.

You can tell that the visitor is not good at a glance.

He said, "Yo, I heard you won a lot of games?"

Mazima tilted her head and said, "Sorry, I don't plan to gamble for now."

The man raised his eyebrows, ignored her words, went straight to the seat opposite Maqima and sat down: "Stop talking nonsense, let's start."

Macchima: ?

Why doesn't this man listen to others?

But apart from this, Maqima also found that there was no trace of mana flowing from the opponent's body. It stands to reason that even ordinary people would have more or less mana.

Machima looked at the smooth muscle lines on the opponent's body and heard the powerful beating of his heart. She was sure that this was definitely not a physical quality that ordinary people could possess.

She suddenly thought of Zenyuan Maki, because of the "heaven and curse", Zenyuan Maki, as a member of the Zenyuan family, one of the three royal families, cannot use spells, and even cannot see the spirit of the spell, but she is far ahead in terms of physical fitness .

And the person in front of him might be the ultimate "Heaven and Curse", without the slightest bit of magic power, what he got in exchange for is a powerful ****, and his physical fitness probably can't surpass the five enlightenments.

Macchima thought secretly.

And this person...

It's very similar to Fu Heihui, really similar.

Maqima suspects that he is Fu Heihui's father.

Seeing that he might have a blood relationship with his former student, Maqima didn't bother with him, and went to eat after thinking about betting the last round.

While placing bets, Maqima heard someone from the onlookers recognize him: "Hey, isn't this a tyrant?"

"What? The legendary 'Fat Sheep Tyrant' who never won a bet?"

"It seems like he hasn't been here for a long time. He lost his family's wealth before, and he dares to come here. It's really courageous!"

"Hahahaha, that's right. Isn't there a saying that 'the tyrant buys back, and the villa is near the sea'?"

"Damn it, why didn't the tyrant come to bet on me!"

"There's no suspense, let's break up this set."

……

A lot of information about the man in front of him was forcibly poured into his ears. He seemed to be a very unlucky gambler but very addicted to gambling. Every time he would go to find a thousand veterans to gamble, and in the end he lost only a suit of clothes.

And the black-haired man in front of him didn't seem to care about other people's criticism of him, staring at the gamble like a wolf, earnestly waiting for the result of the game.

However, there was of course no suspense in the ending, and Maqima won again.

The black-haired tyrant looked at her with disdain in his eyes: "Are you cheating?"

There is such an unspoken rule on the gambling table, for a person with excellent cheating skills, even if everyone knows that he is cheating, he will never point it out.

Because no evidence was found.

But the person in front of him was able to ask this sentence calmly, his eyes were sharp, and the onlookers were taken aback for a while.

And what leaked out was the aggressive aura of the man. Except for Maqima, the faces of the people around the table changed.

Mazima smiled, fiddled with the chips in her hand, and replied casually: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

There seemed to be a moment of silence around.

A few seconds later, the man laughed out loud: "Oh, it's okay, let's have another plate."

Maqima slapped the chips on the table and got up: "I won't come, I'm going to eat."

He continued: "Then wait until you finish eating."

Maqima was a little speechless: "...If you want to wait, you can."

She converted some chips into cash and went to the dining area, but she found that the man followed her wherever she went.

The dining area was full of people, especially at noon, which was probably the busiest time of the day. She stood and waited for a while, and finally found a vacant table.

Maqima sat down to eat, and Xiangfang sat directly and unabashedly across from her. She glanced at him, and then he stared back as a matter of course.

She just swallowed a mouthful of steak, and said seriously: "May I ask if you have anything to do with me?"

The black-haired man propped his chin comfortably and said, "Are you a magician?"

Machima thought for a while: "It doesn't count."

"That's good," the man pursed his lips when he heard the words, "Fu Heisher is a warlock killer."

really.

Maqima knew that this man had something to do with the world of conjuration, and he heard that this surname was probably some kind of relative of Fu Heihui.

It could be his dad.

But the man in front of him can only be said to be a young man at most. He looks 27 or 15 years old, and he doesn't look like the father of a [-]-year-old son. If he is, it can only be said that he looks young and married at a young age.

She also said: "Machima."

Fu Heisher replied: "Oh, Maqima, I remember."

Fuheshier has been here for two months.

Two months ago, he seemed to be hit by something, and after a puff of smoke, he found himself in the world ten years later.

Fu Heisher did not go to see anyone ten years later, but wandered around in the casino, free and easy, he is addicted to gambling, although the gambling quality is extremely poor, but he will continue to gamble, and if he has no money, he will find a woman. Or do tasks.

In fact, Fu Heisher thought it was someone's spell that brought him to the world ten years later.

But two months had passed, and he didn't notice any changes, and there was no sign of going back, so he realized something was wrong.

He inquired about it on the Conjurer Forum, and it seemed that he was dead in this timeline, and he was killed by the Six Eyes of the Wutiao family.

Tsk, this is quite annoying.

After many days, Fu Heisher came to the underground casino again. He likes to find people who are good at gambling, although he will lose in the end and can't afford to eat.

It's the same this time.

But the moment he saw Mazima, he realized something was wrong.

This is a conjurer.

he thought so.

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, Mazima blinked and asked, "That is to say, you want me to help you find out whose spell it is?"

Fu Heisher propped his chin, with a casual look: "Probably so, the price is easy to say. I am a dead person now, and I am afraid that jumping out of the magic world suddenly will turn the world upside down, and I also..."

Machima: "Don't you want to see your son?"

Fuhesher: "..."

After all, he was a person who had been dead for nearly ten years, and he sold his son before he died. How could he have the face to go back?

Maqima thought about it again, and said, "I understand your feelings, but in fact, I am also a dead person now."

Or the kind that just committed suicide in front of others.

Vol Heshel:? ? ?

What's this?Is there a corpse exchange meeting? ?