But can this kind of thing really be described as no problem?
Miss Guda was anxious as if her heart was burning.
But the man calmly picked up the parchment and nodded.
"It's well written, but I think there are a few more points that need to be added."
"For example, dangerous elements should always be supervised by a Party A. Well, it is recommended to find a Master to guard and supervise Party B. When it is found that they may cause harm, they will be executed in advance."
"In addition, when it does not involve issues of principle, I think Party B should obey Party A's orders even in daily life."
He said it openly.
Such words made the director of Red Autumn Pants look a little stunned.
What is this guy talking about?
It is only natural to punish those who are passive and lazy or execute those who are disloyal.
Executing someone simply because of suspicion is a bit abstract even from the perspective of a magician's moral values.
"Are you sure you want to add this clause?"
now.
The one who looked hesitant was Olga Marie.
This development seems a little wrong.
"It is only natural that we should be strict with those who may endanger humanity."
The man spoke in a tone that sounded like "sheep have to eat grass, and wolves have to eat egg yolk pie."
He even picked up a pen and wrote a cruel message on the parchment.
The sight of him writing so furiously left Olga Marie dumbfounded.
"Wait, that's not really—"
She stretched out her hand as if to stop something.
But the man still quickly wrote down all the terms and even added a few extra lines.
Is Lixiang crazy?
Gudako was almost stunned.
But the next moment, an even more horrified expression appeared on her face.
——The man who was writing furiously placed his fingerprint on Party A of the agreement.
and many more.
Is Fujimaru Ritsuka the client?
Then who is Party B?
Just as this thought came to my mind, I noticed that Olga Marie was leaning forward.
——A slender and strong hand grasped her forearm and placed the finger on the position of Party B of the Contract.
A chain-like glow suddenly appeared on the woman's neck.
Although it was just an illusory chain, the famous magician's expression suddenly became painful.
It was as if someone had tied a rope around her neck, and her cheeks quickly turned red with suffocation. She tried to use magic to strengthen her body and break free, but the rope also glowed black as the magic power was input.
Amidst the uproar, the director of Chaldea fell directly to the ground, and the surrounding bystanders stood up and entered combat alert.
"Please untie the restraints on the director. It is not good to be unkind to your companions."
Kirshtalia, the captain of Group A, took a step forward and spoke to Russell.
"Please forgive Olga Marie's rudeness. I will make her apologize to you later."
"so?"
Facing the captain's questioning, the man laughed slightly.
The riddle man's posture.
This made the well-mannered young master frown.
"...Please don't do anything that would embarrass me. If you insist on going down the wrong path, we may have no choice but to fight each other with swords."
Hearing these words, "Fujimaru Ritsuka" laughed, and his smile was full of profound meaning.
"Why do you assume that I betrayed Chaldea?"
Wouldn't it be considered betrayal of Chaldea to be an enemy of the Director?!
Such words.
Everyone in the audience was shocked.
next moment.
The man reached out his hand, grabbed Olga Marie who was lying on the ground, lifted her up high, and shouted to everyone around.
"By the order of the Voice of Heaven."
"We are here to house the body of the alien god - Red Pants!"
Chapter 505 Olga Marie, You Have Been Deserted by Everyone
"As a jailer, I will guard the evil spirits and execute them when necessary."
“This is the mission God has given me.”
After saying these words, the man devoutly made the sign of the cross on his chest.
That scene was undoubtedly a tsunami in the eyes of the magicians in front of them.
Did Fujimaru Ritsuka hear the "Voice of Heaven"?
And in the description of the Voice of Heaven.
Olga Marie is the carrier of the alien god red pants? ! !
There were turbulent waves in the hearts of everyone in the room.
The voice of heaven.
Nature is God's inspiration.
It is the most common type of story among the doctrinal stories of the three major religions of Revelation.
——On a certain day and year, a certain person heard the voice of God, and at the call of the only Lord, he became a wise man who led the Lamb forward.
As magicians, 99% of the people present here are at odds with this group of people who call their own magic miracles and call other people's magic sorcery.
But, it is precisely because of the long-term conflicts and even hostility.
Therefore, magicians understand the value of "the Lord" better than most religious people.
That guy is so strong that it doesn't even seem like something that could have been born on Earth.
The simplest example is Solomon.
Solomon was just one of the people that Dove favored, and he wasn't even the most favored one, but Type-Moon's modern magic system was founded by Solomon.
Bricisan, the creator of the famous magic realm, the Clock Tower, was just a disciple of Solomon.
There is a saying about the twelve monarch families in the Clock Tower.
The three famous nobles, Barthelmero, Tramberio and Baruyereta, were descendants of the three people who assisted the dean.
The remaining monarch families are lower than these three families - they are all vassals of the three major families.
As for the other nobles, there is no need to say more.
And now.
A being who, like Solomon, could also hear the voice of God, appeared in this conference room...
Even the magicians could not suppress the desire to communicate. For a moment, countless noisy voices almost turned this place into a vegetable market.
Noisy voices from fellow students.
Olga Marie, who felt as if someone was grabbing her trachea and carotid artery tightly, managed to regain some spirit.
She lowered her head with difficulty, and saw a pair of cold eyes that showed indifference.
Just like the descriptions of heroes in all legends, those eyes were terrifyingly deep.
now.
He was holding up his collar with his hand, declaring to the world that he was the favorite of the gods.
This guy...
Is he the destined hero?
And I am the evil spirit lurking in Chaldea?
Anger drove the magic power in her body to surge, but before she could react, the magic chain around her neck had already tightened.
Her cheeks were already completely red, almost to the point of death.
...The noble Chaldean chief lost all ability to speak, like a demon beheaded by a hero.
The people around were only concerned about the man who was suspected to be a messenger of God, so they were noisy...
No one cares about me at all?
Confusion, along with a suffocating fog, circulated in Olga Marie's lungs.
She suddenly felt...
My heart seems a little empty.
"quiet!!"
A loud shout cut off the noise.
A young man who was completely different from himself and extremely majestic strode over.
That was Kirshtalia.
The heir of the Animusphia family, who can lead modern magicians and ancient heroes on the battlefield.
Rather than just being a piece of junk that bears the family name.
This young master from a famous family did not get involved in a commotion like others because of the boy's remarks, but instead demanded evidence.
"Would you mind sharing with us the revelations you received and the traces left by them?"
He did not ask the other side to put down Olga Marie.
——He had no knowledge of alien gods, but his intuition told him that there must be a huge conspiracy behind it.
but--
He couldn't do such a thing as directly labeling his junior sister as a traitor and threatening to put her under surveillance or even be executed at any time when the newcomer failed to produce decisive evidence.
"Are you suspecting that I'm lying?"
Facing the questioning from the leader of Group A, "Fujimaru Ritsuka" simply made the motion of swinging the sword, and ripples like lake water rippled in his hands.
And what dances with the lake light is the sword.
An immortal sword.
Arondite, like the Sword in the Stone, is a divine sword entrusted to mankind by the spirits of the lake.
His master was the most skilled knight in Britain and even the world at that time.
Even the May Eagle, which is favored by the sun, can only compete with it when the sun rises. When the sun sets, it will be easily severely damaged.
"I'll be watching over this guy as a jailer."
“This is about informing, not negotiating.”
The boy's voice was very clear, like the male protagonist in a girls' anime, and the way he held the sword was also harmless, with the tip of the sword pointed diagonally downward.
But the magic power in the sword surged like the light of a lake, and the sharpness and waves of the sword were in his eyes.
