To be honest, Stier felt that it was very uncomfortable to watch him being controlled by a spiritual person. However, if he didn't do it, he would not be able to deceive the left side of the land with his acting skills. In this case, lead the way The role of human beings is naturally out of the question.

"Is Edward Alexander asking for an explanation? Is he meeting you directly?" Zuozhi's eyes became a little dignified. He couldn't detect Stiyl's flaws, but he didn't fully believe Stier's words.

"Yes, the address is in the office on the top floor of the talent workshop. With all due respect, where it has become the opponent's magic fortress, it is almost impossible to attack and kill the opponent there."

Steele watched as 'self' said these words full of exhortation, and his heart immediately became cold. In this case, the more you remind the left of the danger of the land, the more you make the other party trust her words.

Especially from just now until now, the sense of defense mixed in the words of the left land is like an avalanche, and it is constantly weakening.

This feeling of grasping the subtle changes of the human heart in the palm of his hand, Stiyl couldn't help but have a strong fear of the beautiful girl with star eyes, and vaguely regarded this girl as a dangerous person like Laura Stuart.

Without Stiyl's surprise, Zuo Fangzhi said words representing falling traps.

"I need a map of the Talent Workshop."

Chapter 207 The left side of the game

The left side of the land is very weak and weak. In fact, in the right seat of God, the worst physical fitness is estimated to be the left side. Even a woman like the wind in front of you can press the left side with one hand. .

Of course, this is in the case of both sides fighting only with their bodies.

Zuo Fangzhi himself is naturally well aware of his own physical defects. On weekdays, although his combat style is a bit like a warrior standing in front, in fact, he will only act when he is sure that he is foolproof.

Asking for the map of the talent workshop is a necessary means for the left land to ensure its own safety. To understand the information and composition of the building, plus his unique special technique, achieve the attack on Edward Alexander's base camp. The achievement of killing the opponent is not very difficult.

At least, that's what the Left Land himself thought.

It took Stile 20 minutes to get the map of the talent workshop in the hands of Tsuchimikado Yuanchun, who came to act.

As for Tuyumen Yuanchun, a multiple spy, even Zuozhi had vaguely heard rumors of the other party's spy, and did not have the slightest doubt about the betrayal of Zhou You by Dr. Yin Yang, who likes to stab people in the back.

After all, this man eats the meal of 'betrayal'. Sometimes, some important information about the academy city is bought from the other party by the Orthodox Church.

After Tuyumen Yuanchun left and Stier got the map, the land on the left swaggered out of the corner, came to Stier, and took away the blueprint in the opponent's hand.

"You look nervous, Father."

"After all, it is to face the legendary man, it is impossible not to be nervous."

Stiyl was smoking a cigarette that had already been burned to the filter tip, and there was just the right amount of fear on his face, but the fear in his eyes made the left land not see the slightest problem.

"Maybe tomorrow, the whole magic side will spread your name, in order to match the honor of assassinating the most evil person in the world on my left side, and be respected by all magicians."

The land on the left said with some stinky fart, the smile on his face looked dark and deep, and with the appearance that had been restored to his original appearance, he looked like a clown in a circus.

At least in Stile's eyes, it's really no different from the Joker.

"Is there even a magic trap set up? The Puritanism's mobility is surprisingly good." Looking at the detailed drawings in front of him, Zuochi said suspiciously.

"Who do you think we sent to be an undercover agent?" A flash of arrogance flashed on Stier's face, as if mocking the land on the left.

However, the left land was not angry, just nodded clearly.

"So that's the case. Is it due to the catalogue of banned books, it's no wonder that he could see through that man's arrangement."

"This is only the part that Index sees through. There are more unknown spells hidden in the dark. In a short period of time, this kind of information is already the limit." Steele explained concisely towards the left. road.

The other party nodded, expressing understanding, and then put away the map with an intriguing smile on his face.

"Then let's go, Mr. Magnus."

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The doorman on the first floor of the Talent Workshop.

Stiyl held two passes and handed them to the old and frail guard with a cold expression.

"The 'Mage of Necessary Evil' Stiyl Magnus, and his disciple, Peter Pyrnos? However, I didn't expect you to have a disciple at all, Brother Stiyl."

In the face of the old guard's teasing, Stier said calmly with that uncle Zhang's face. "Although I'm only fourteen years old, I'm still one of the best rune magicians in London. Is it strange to have some disciples?"

The old guard glanced at Stiyl's uncle's face, and after looking at the skinny face on the left side that seemed to have been drained by some kind of behavior, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and looked at Stier strangely. .

"It's not weird, not weird at all, but remember to be a little bit more restrained."

"Huh?" Still within the scope of the Juvenile Protection Act, Stier looked at the strange face of the old guard with a bewildered expression. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the other party's smile, he also instinctively sensed the other party's malicious intentions. .

However, it is estimated that on the left side next to him, Stiyl could only suppress the doubts in his heart, staring at the old guard's gaze towards the philosophical warrior, and walked towards the hall on the first floor.

"It's unexpectedly simple." After stepping into the elevator, the suspicious Left Land couldn't help frowning. Entering the enemy's base camp so easily made him feel a little caught off guard.

"That's because you think too much. Those Kaga guards are all great demons controlled by that man. They are the existences recorded in the seventy-two pillars of Solomon, but they were just pulled to the world by the other party by some means." Shi. Tyre lit a cigarette for himself again to dispel the irritability in his heart.

"Oh, is it in the form of a human column? No wonder the guards are a little sluggish." Zuozhi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The so-called Human Pillar is a sacrificial sacrificial ceremony in which humans are sacrificed to allow demons or angels to seize human bodies and minds.

Since those impersonal demons and angels use human beings as sacrifices as their thinking accessories, it is normal for the controller to be inactive and even malicious.

In this case, the land on the left will naturally not wonder why the invasion was so easy.

It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the top floor. After a light ding, they walked out of the elevator and walked along the spacious corridor to the door of the office.

At this moment, both Stiyl and Left Land tensed their muscles at the same time, looking like they were on guard against the enemy.

Afterwards, the land on the left gave Stile a wink, and the red-haired magician was silent for a while, raised his hand, and pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

With the creaking of the door.

The spacious office and the eye-catching desk directly in front of them naturally fell into the eyes of the two of them.

However, what was even more striking than the furniture and decoration was the languid sitting on the sofa, with Erlang's legs crossed, watching the two silver-haired figures with interest.

The boundaries between teenagers and youth are extremely blurred on the other side, and the traces of age seem to be completely absent on the other side. Even if they have been prepared, they see an 'old man' who should be a hundred years old. A hint of surprise flashed in the bottom of the land's heart.

"You're a little later than I estimated, Stiyl." Yu, who was sitting on the sofa chair, glanced at Stier, and said impatiently.

"I beg your pardon, it's not an easy thing to find an opportunity to meet with you alone at this point in time."

Just when Stiyl apologized to Yuu.

The land on the left, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately released his own killing blow, which was called 'Execution of Light' - the killing technique of killing and executing the son of God with the hands of human beings.

"Priority criteria: human body is lower, wheat is upper! 』

next moment…

…the heads are separated.