Li Xiang followed the young man out of the academic building of the Law and Politics Department.
At the door, a stretched luxury car parked in front of them.
"Your Legal Affairs Department is quite rich."
Li Xiang said with emotion.
"It's natural."
The young man probably wanted to lower his vigilance and started chatting with him in the car.
There are roughly several sources of funding for the Legal Affairs Department.
The first is sponsorship. Like other subjects, the influential financial family in Britain is the sponsor of the law and politics subject.
The second is fines. As law enforcement agencies, they can fine any magician who violates their principles and even have their homes searched.
The third is diplomacy. The Legal Affairs Department is the only legal institution for communication between the magic world and the ordinary world. They maintain good relations with most European countries.
The scenery outside the window is getting more and more desolate.
The Faculty of Law and Politics is located in the suburbs of London.
But at this moment, the location has left the scope of London and reached the surrounding cities.
Li Xiang showed the reaction that a normal person should have and asked: "Where are we going?"
The young man changed his previous attitude and said coldly: "This is not what you should ask."
"You're not Captain Huanye's, right?"
"no."
The young man raised his hand, with the light of magic shining on his index finger, "But you'd better obey me carefully, maybe there is still a way to survive."
The fluctuation of magic power does not come from his magic circuit, but from the ring on his index finger.
Li Xiang guessed that it should be an offensive magic costume.
The biggest advantage of the magic costume is that it can make various responses without chanting.
For example, the high-end El-Melloi family's humanoid magic costume.
A maid made of mercury.
Already possess preliminary intelligence.
Of course, this is still within the acceptable range.
The ceremonials of the Age of Gods are even more outrageous, and their power is unimaginable.
For example, Artoria's Curry Stick, oh no, the Sword of Victory and Oath.
Li Xiang got out of the car in front of an abandoned warehouse.
"My name is Geraint, a student of astronomy and séance."
The middle-aged man who was at the bar introduced himself and said.
"Lucia."
The woman in red next to him also reported her life in time.
"I have a little question."
Li Xiang looked at Geraint and complained, "Why are you still a student at such an old age?"
Geraint obviously did not expect this problem.
He was stuck for a few seconds and said with a smile: "The Clock Tower has a flexible graduation mechanism. Most magicians will go back to inherit the family after graduation, but a few magicians will stay in the Clock Tower and become lecturers, professors, or join a certain magic industry.
Research teams and societies.”
Li Xiang listened and looked around.
The warehouse in the distance is very dilapidated.
The outside is overgrown with weeds and vines.
Graffiti can be seen faintly on the walls.
The pattern is very weird, like a ball of black crawling flesh covered with tentacles.
Seeing Li Xiang's calm expression, Geraint felt a little uneasy.
But he couldn't think of a reason to lose.
"This is a mausoleum prepared for you, what do you think?"
"It sucks."
Li Xiang told the truth.
"You can't always look at the surface."
Geraint probably felt slighted, so he raised his hand and flew out a magic spell.
Li Xiang couldn't help but show a surprised expression.
A huge magic circle appeared in front of him.
It is round in appearance and about ten meters in diameter.
The traces left on the ground are black.
But there are silver spots floating around.
It looks quite dreamy.
The traces eventually formed the shape of a flower.
But from another angle, it is an erected iron cage.
Geraint showed a passionate expression and talked about his arduous struggle like most villains in Hollywood movies.
"To build the spirit seance ceremony, we spent one billion to purchase dragon blood materials from the survivors of the Secret Anatomy Bureau, which almost wiped out the savings of several of our famous magic families."
"Since the end of the Age of Gods, gods have stopped responding to magicians' calls... We have tried many methods, and finally found that the key point lies in materials."
"You can use holy relics to summon followers, but what about gods? Are there any items left by gods in this world? Are there anything they are interested in?"
"No. God doesn't care!"
Geraint's low mood suddenly became high, "But your appearance made us understand that God also likes things."
Li Xiang took half a step back.
His eyes were full of desire.
It's like seeing a chicken that is so charming that it can lay golden eggs.
"May I ask, which god did you summon?"
Li Xiang is definitely very interested.
Although he very much suspected that there was something wrong with Geraint's magic, causing him to hallucinate.
This situation exists.
There are records in the Clock Tower that a certain magician tried to summon the alien god Yog-Sothoth, but was eventually driven crazy by the ubiquitous whispering and did something irrational.
The Legal Affairs Section spent a huge price to kill him.
Because he has developed an alienation phenomenon and has octopus legs with eyes.
His only contribution to the Magic Association is to prove that the outer god Yog-Sothoth does exist.
"Which...which god?"
Geraint froze immediately.
He doesn't know.
As a radical member of the Prayer Society, his biggest dream is to summon the gods to save his beloved wife who has died.
As for who responded, he had not thought about it.
Li Xiang couldn't help complaining: "Aren't you too unprofessional?"
"What do you know?!"
Geraint became angry and said, "No matter which god he is, he has unimaginable power!"
"Geraint."
Lucia took out a pocket watch and said, "It will be seven o'clock in the morning."
Geraint immediately calmed down, pointed at the magic array, and said: "Stand in the middle."
Li Xiang was obedient and walked into the magic circle.
After he stood up, four more people came, plus Geraint and three others, for a total of seven, standing at the seven positions of the magic array.
Long magical chants flowed from their mouths.
Li Xiang took a deep breath and held the automatic pistol he took out from the prop library.
He didn't hesitate to target Geraint.
A spark flashed in the silent night.
There was an indescribable noise after the gunfire.
Geraint's body glowed with yellow light, blocking the bullets as if it were a shield.
But he was still shocked.
When he noticed the gun in Li Xiang's hand, he was stunned for two seconds and then became furious. This young man has no martial ethics.
Li Xiang ignored him completely.
One rushed forward, avoided the flying magic missiles, and then replaced him with a peanut.
Blood sprayed.
A magician fell down.
Not even pain.
"accelerate!"
Li Xiang's feet exploded with air balls, and he completely disappeared.
The next time he appeared, in front of another magician, the pistol was directly stuffed into his mouth.
In his horrified eyes, bullets shot out from the back of his head.
Li Xiang grabbed his shoulder and used it as a shield.
A gloomy flying knife sank into the magician's body.
In an instant, the body turned into thick water.
Curse?
Li Xiang showed his lightness and jumped back quickly.
He flicked his arm, and two balls of mud flew out in a parabola, accurately hitting the eyes of the third and fourth magicians.
At the moment when he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, Li Xiang raised his hand and fired two shots.
One bullet passed through the heart, and the other exploded directly in the forehead.
Almost in the blink of an eye, four magicians were lost.
Geraint and Lucia couldn't help but be stunned.
You must know that they are not just beginner magicians.
The magician's rank is divided into the last son, the eldest son, the opening position, the sacrificial position, the canon position, the color position and the crown position.
Although this system is more like the professional titles of the Magic Association, in addition to strength, there are also factors such as family, papers, ceremonials, etc., but basically the combat ability of the magician can be inferred based on the rank.
A person like Li Xiang is at best the youngest or eldest son.
But the four magicians who just died were all sacrificed.
Ordinary civilian magicians are already at their limit when opening positions.
How could he die so easily?
Geraint subconsciously looked at the shining black pistol.