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The fluorescent green torrent made up of sand and gravel, no, more accurately, it should be a fluorescent green tsunami centered on the place where the lion stood, spreading out in all directions with an unstoppable and courageous momentum.

In the eyes of uninformed people, this kind of scene seems to want to invade the entire Conjurer Association, but at this time, Graugramman just hopes to alleviate the old man's emotional problems.

The old man next to Graugramman and a passer-by named Zenyuan were submerged in the fluorescent green sand. Seeing their peaceful expressions, the orange-red haired boy nodded in satisfaction. In this way, the two Must be able to sleep well.

"Wait, I seem to have forgotten something."

Graugramman touched his chin, suddenly feeling as if he hadn't done something extremely important.

"But it shouldn't be something very important, right?"

Graugramman, who was studying Zenyuan Maki and knocking on his head the way he forgot things knocked him, but still didn't think of anything, chose to give up thinking.

At this time, the people who were waiting in the meeting room couldn't wait any longer.

Some whispers came from some corners of the meeting room. The Association of Conjurers attached great importance to this cooperation with the German supernatural powers. People from the Zen Academy even saw some old people who hadn't appeared in a long time. Just love to gossip.

Regarding the long-term future of Graugramman, the rumors circulating in the mouths of those high-level executives who have almost become old antiques have evolved into some strange rumors.

At the same time, not only about Grau Graman, but even the German Paul Hesse who was present became one of the discussion objects and gossip centers of these conservative old people.

These old guys who are about to lose touch with the era of information explosion can even talk about those non-existent things even in the face of a foreigner.

"Why hasn't that student come yet?"

In order to prevent those rumors from becoming more outrageous, the Zenyuan Zhipi people asked the Zenyuan fan beside him decisively after hearing the voice of an old man quietly guessing whether he was jealous of Yingcai and killed Grau Graman.

"do not know."

After a moment of silence, the man replied.

But soon, the Chanyuan fan came to the side of the Patriarch of the Zenyuan family, and added in a whisper-like voice.

"I've already sent someone from the collateral department, they should be trusted people, but..."

"Is there someone you can trust?" Of course, the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan would not know what the unfinished words of the Chanyuan fan were. "Oh, it seems that's all there is to it."

"This is my fault." Zenyuan Fan lowered his head, and the wrinkles on his serious face seemed to have deepened a bit.

"It's useless to say these things now. The most urgent task now is to find a way to find Grau Graman."

The Zenyuan Zhipiren waved his hand, signaling the Chanyuan Fan not to say anything more.

After thinking for a while, the old man immediately gave instructions to the Chanyuan fan: "Go and have a look, since the problem is caused by your ignorance of people, you can make up for it by yourself."

Zenyuan Fan quickly took over the task, and slipped out of the meeting room without anyone noticing it when almost everyone was discussing.

After fanning away from the Zen courtyard, the people directly adjoining the Zen courtyard glanced over Paul Hesse inadvertently. Seeing the young man's composure, the old man couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Being the center of everyone's topic, and carrying such a major task to come to Japan alone, these things can be regarded as very difficult and stressful for a boy of this age, but the boy with chestnut curly hair in front of him seems to have no problem at all. As if unaffected, he just sat upright in his position, staring straight ahead with piercing eyes.

Paul Hesse did not notice the increasingly weird and restless atmosphere in the conference room at all. He just reviewed his mission content in his mind again. In terms of the degree of distraction, he was in the entire Spree River. The tunnel can definitely be among the best.

But this state of concentration was not maintained by Paul Hesse for too long.

The people who became more and more agitated still attracted his attention, and after the human voice reached the level that could affect him, Paul Hesse finally raised his head indifferently and looked around.

It's just that looking around like this still made the young man freeze in a daze.

"Sand of fluorescent green...?"

Paul Hesse muttered to himself.

"Is this a special welcome event?" The boy with chestnut curly hair asked the waiter who was refilling his tea.

Thinking that he had handed over a series of missions since he came to Japan, as if he had not really received missions from the Conjurer Association, Paul Hesse couldn't help making such a guess.

However, the welcome activities of the Japanese seem a bit strange. Do conjurers make friends in such a strange way?

Paul Hesse thought of the special conjurer Yota Oto who always talked to him with a stomachache expression, and fell into deep thought. Every day when he was partnering with Yota Oto, he was very worried about his The ally's stomach problem, now a new partner, hope his stomach can be better.

Thinking of this, he once again politely asked the waiter beside him: "When will my partner come?"

Paul Hesse was sure that his Japanese had a German accent, but it was not so high that the locals could not understand it, and the attendants around him didn't answer his first question, just dumbfounded. Looking at those fluorescent green torrents of gravel is like seeing something incredible.

Paul Hesse was a little puzzled. Aren't these the surprise part of the welcome ceremony prepared by the Conjurer's Association?Thinking of this, the boy with chestnut curly hair was a little unhappy for no reason.

However, the reactions of those old people around him who were or are currently in high positions are much greater than his.

Some old men who were so skinny that they seemed to be dying soon even stood up from the cushions on the ground with a more agile movement than the young attendants beside them, and tried their best to turn their necks so that they could better see the fluorescent lights. The green sand sticks out, like a long-necked ostrich, good at deceiving ears and stealing bells, and often daring to death.

"It's that student's technique!" I don't know who yelled such a sentence first.

"Are you aware of the power of spells? No, it's even more invincible."

The person who spoke was the Patriarch of the Kamo family, and the slightly younger person in power could still sit comfortably in his seat, but he couldn't help revealing some of his sincere thoughts.

This is not the first time that they can simply invalidate spells and spells. Although such an ability is rare, it is not unheard of. Even some special spells can possess such power.

But they have never seen such a sense of oppression that almost makes people unable to fight back against Grau Graman.

It's obviously such a ridiculous and non-threatening color and the gravel that doesn't look deadly in this environment, but it almost made all the conjurers present feel chills in the back.

With so many high-level executives gathered in the conference room and undertaking such a major task of talks, they have already laid out such complex spells around it that it can be said that even a mosquito cannot fly in, but what everyone did not expect is that, Such an impenetrable barrier was effortlessly broken by the seemingly harmless gravel.

What made their hearts tremble was not the gravel itself, but the fear of the spell being eliminated.

The Patriarch of the Kamo family felt the most about this point. He was one of the conjurers who set up the enchantment around the conference room, so he naturally felt very clearly the moment his spell was absorbed.

Unlike before when the enemy broke through the barrier and was absorbed for a split second, the magic power of nowhere gave him a feeling of uneasiness. It was also at this moment that he understood why the direct neighbors of the Zen Academy were so hostile to Ge Lau Graman attaches so much importance and fear.

A person who can easily create such a tool for destroying spell power can be called the natural enemy of conjurers. If he is allowed to grow up and be loyal to the Gojo Satoru faction, it will inevitably cause damage to all the old-fashioned factions present. huge crisis.

One Wujo Satoru is enough to kill, if adding another Graugramman, the head of the Kamo family dare not think about it anymore, it will definitely be a disaster for their faction.

Just when everyone's hearts were raised, the green gravel that was almost overflowing the window suddenly stopped.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. This is a very polite way of knocking. After three moderate knocks, the knocking stopped, and the people outside just waited quietly for the door to open.

After a long 3 minutes, someone reacted to open the door.

"Hi, Mr. Zenyuan! Because I really don't know where to go, I felt your smell, so I ran here without authorization!"

The boy's clear voice sounded, and Graugramman, with a head of very bright orange-red hair, stepped into the door of the conference room.

Seeing the old people in the room, he was very happy and smiled brightly. He was very sincere. He was really happy to see so many grandparents, but this kind of smile was seen by other high-level It is a kind of provocation.

"So there are so many people here!"

Graugramman is a complete madman, which his classmates deeply felt. At such a time, the character of the little lion, on the contrary, pushed the atmosphere of the scene to another strange climax.

"Great! This way, we can let everyone finish together as Wujo-sensei said!"

Hearing Graugramman's words that were so cheerful that he was almost overflowing with joy, the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy suddenly had some bad premonitions, and the "five enlightenment" mentioned in the youth's words aggravated his feeling. kind of intuition.

The Zenyuan Zhipiren stood up from his seat, he was about to say something, but everything happened so fast, he had no time to stop it.