Logger lay on the wooden bed, tied tightly and arranged clearly. He began to panic as he looked at the more and more wood around him and the classmates who gathered around him with hatred eyes.

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Logger looked at the school guards hatred, and he had some things in mind. The mastermind was the dean Mikel, who was the principal. He lurked in the abnormal clearance team with ulterior motives. Now he wanted to make him betrayed.

Although there are some differences between the facts, except that Dean Mikel has been replaced by Negri, this is basically the case.

Logger was eager to defend himself, but the other party seemed to not even intend to give him this opportunity. After conducting a procedural investigation, the Academy Committee directly convicted Logger of worshiping the demon.

He affaired with evil devils, held evil rituals, harmed classmates, and launched terrorist attacks and robbed Logue in a way that was not a good deal, but he didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

Just when Logue was desperate, he saw a carriage stopping in the distance. A middle-aged man who was a little Mediterranean got out of the car quickly, and Logue ignited hope again.

The middle-aged man was his father. His father knew many big names and had small assets in his family. He was a privileged class no matter how he had an opportunity to explain. As long as he had a chance to explain things clearly, he was confident that he could explain things clearly.

The middle-aged man looked at Logg with disappointment in his eyes. Then he turned his head and stopped looking at Logg, but came to Negri and greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Nagri, this time I was not disciplined. I was bewitched by the devil. I would do whatever I wanted." The middle-aged man looked at Nagri, his eyes full of fear.

As a member of the Mage House, Mikel is a truly noble person in the academy. A few years ago, this young man was said to be a descendant of the Mikel family and the heir of Mikel, but his appearance was almost exactly the same as Mikel when he was young. Maybe he was Mikel's illegitimate son.

Obviously, Logue's father has not yet been exposed to the affairs of the Mage House, otherwise he should have thought that Mikel had gained youth.

The name Negri will automatically get another new name because of the spell cast on it. In their opinion, the name Negri in front of them is completely different from that of Negri, the founder of the Moss Food Company, the previous founder of the earth-cumulating food company.

Logger was still moved to see his father's humble appearance. His father was so humble for his affairs, but when this man stood there and watched coldly, he vaguely realized that his father's purpose was not to save him, but to separate himself from his sins.

After realizing this fact, Loge was completely desperate and no longer had a trace of fresh air. He lay on the wooden cart like a pile of dead meat.

Nageri looked at all this calmly. Only when he was completely desperate could he see something clearly. When he grasped the meaning of his life from despair again, he could grow into a talent who could see it slightly.

Of course, it is also possible that Logger cannot get out of this despair and becomes a waste person completely.

"Negri, is this your new name? Mikel." At this moment, a voice came.Negri turned around and saw a masterpiece. The woman's every move was teasing the man's hormones. A look could make the man kneel at her feet, holding up her crystal jade feet and licking them gently.

When I saw this woman, Negri instantly confirmed her identity. The senior executives of the mysterious Witch Organization had completely correct guesses that Mikel and the senior executives of the Witch Organization had cooperated with each other.

Pregnancy magic is to use the function of women to produce offspring to consume life and gain magic power. This kind of magic that violates the progress of life, long-term use will cause abnormalities in life. However, the mysterious witch uses pregnancy magic for such a long time, so naturally knows the disadvantages.

So after so many years, the mysterious witch organization has found a roundabout way, which is the surrogacy method. After they become pregnant, they will not digest the fetus quickly, but will transfer it to other women and transform it into a sinful fetus that will never be born, becoming their magic source.

Other surrogate people are pregnant with a sinful fetus that never is born, and she can extract magic power every once in a while. Although there are some side effects, the biggest side effects have been borne by the surrogate.

Therefore, the witch in front of him did not have the same feeling as other witches as the dung pile in spiritual perception. At least if Nos stood with this witch at this time, even if they were equally beautiful, people would like the witch in front of him more.

"A new life naturally needs a new name." Nageri said calmly, "This time, the ceremony was triggered by a few little guys in advance. Although I successfully obtained a second life, some memories were also lost due to side effects."

"Is that true?" The woman looked at Nagri, and a trace of magic flowed along the woman's gaze into Nagri's eyes. With the promotion of a large amount of life magic, the witch's physiological structure has undergone great changes. Their eyes can charm humans and even control the thoughts they are staring at.

But these life magic powers flowed into Negri's eyes, like muddy bulls entering the sea, without any feedback to the witch.

"This kind of temptation is unnecessary. Although I have forgotten many things, I have not forgotten some things." Nageri put his hand on the witch's shoulder. At this moment, the witch only felt that all the magic power in her body was suppressed and became difficult to mobilize.

It was not until Negri let go that the witch felt that she had once again regained control of the magic.

"It is true. Since that's the case, I will hand over some information to Mr. Negri in the future, hoping it will be of some help to Mr.." The witch said with a smirk, and then left slowly.

The witch walked on the street and soon turned into a secret passage.

"Lord Lorri, is that Negri Mikel?" A phantom appeared behind the witch and asked the witch.

"Maybe it was Mikel who lost some memories due to the side effects of the ceremony, or maybe it was other monsters disguised as Mikel, but it doesn't matter whether it is true or not." Lorli said with a smile.

Negri's control over the magic of life exceeded the witch's prediction. Even if Negri is not Mikel, it doesn't matter. Cooperation can bring benefits. Negri's existence allows them to see more benefits.

As for how the real Mikel is, no one wants to know.
Chapter completed!