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Chapter 6 Magical Item Manufacturing Club!

Roy fell into deep thought as he looked at the wreckage emitting black smoke not far away and the grotesque figure at his feet.

Don't tell me, as expected of the students of the Key of Mystery, even the way of suicide is incomparably cool and handsome.

The loud noise made by the metal object touching the ground naturally caused a lot of commotion. There were more and more onlookers. Roy turned his head to look at the gathered crowd. The boy immediately took a step back and decisively stayed away from the trouble in front of him.

He is a time traveler, and it's not a good thing to attract attention. Roy doesn't intend to foolishly go over to care for the unlucky ghost who fell so badly.

However, the moment Roy turned around, he felt his ankle was grabbed.

The boy turned his head blankly, only to see that strange man had already crawled over, writhing on the ground like a zombie.

"Help me," she said, lifting her head.

"I don't." Roy immediately refused: "I see that you are very energetic and don't need help at all, please let go."

The young man walked forward ruthlessly, but the other hand reached out and grabbed Roy's right foot and began to howl, "Ah, ah, my leg is going to break, please help me, why are you so cruel? Ruthless~"

"..."

Already being entangled by a strange person, Roy sighed deeply. He knew that he had become the center of sight, so he could only help him up with a face full of pain.

However, when the other party took off the round helmet, Roy noticed that the students onlookers looked like they had seen a ghost, and scattered at a speed like fleeing for their lives.

"Hi, my name is Daphne Frank."

The tall, blond, short-haired girl hugged her helmet and smiled brightly. Although her face was smudged with dust and oil, her flaxen eyes were clear and bright: "Nice to meet you! Master Roy Howard."

Daphne Frank.

One of the legends of the Violet Academy, a well-known active talent in the Mystic Key subject, an outlier among the outliers, is honored by the students as an extremely dangerous invention freak.

A year ago, she was favored by Dean's mentor, and she was transferred from the basics of steam to the key of mystery. Since then, countless magical creations of strange shapes have been born from her hands.

The explosions again and again have left a terrible shadow over the lives of those who were deceived into trying it out.

In the original owner's memory, what made Daphne's reputation completely flourish was a series of bombings. The steam pager that could be used by multiple people exploded in the trouser pockets of countless victims. The scene was...horrible.

In short, almost all the students in the ordinary branch are afraid of this girl from the mysterious branch.

He is a blasting ghost. After reviewing the memory of the original owner, Roy came to a conclusion.

"you know me?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, and his expression was a little strange. The other party was lying on the ground and howling miserably a few seconds ago, but now he was alive and kicking, looking full of vitality.

"Of course!"

Daphne came over with her helmet in her arms: "I was there when you were frozen by Natalie-senpai two days ago~ Your expression was really funny at that time~"

Good guy, you're here to find fault, aren't you?

"oh, I see."

Roy recalled a little, and then asked calmly, "So? Could it be that because of this incident, you specially built a flying bomb and exploded it in front of me to celebrate?"

"Uh...that's not a bomb..." The boy's calm attitude seemed to be beyond the girl's expectation.

In Daphne's prediction, Roy Howard, the playboy who was poked in the sore spot, would definitely become angry because of his own words. He would scold emotionally loudly, or turn around with a gloomy face and leave, ignoring himself .

Why is he so calm?

Looking at the calm eyes that were as clear and deep as a lake, the draft that Daphne had made in her heart was useless for a while.

"Hey! Talk about words, talk about words! What are you still doing in a daze? Have you forgotten your purpose?"

At this moment, another girl's urging voice came from the miniature pager in Daphne's ear: "Divination tells me that the campus guards are coming soon!"

"Oh, oh." Daphne reacted. Under Roy's puzzled eyes, Daphne cleared her throat and said again:

"That day, you were treated roughly by senior sister Natalie, you must be very unwilling?"

The girl waved her fists, made a fierce expression, and stared at Roy without blinking her big eyes: "Roy, I'm actually here to help you! You must really want to gain power, right?"

"I see."

Looking at the blond girl bathed in the morning light, Roy smiled. The smile was not malicious to revenge others, but full of curiosity and fun.

"So, what's the price, Daphne?"

……

"It's coming soon~" The tall girl wearing goggles grabbed Roy's wrist and bounced forward.

"You're not going to trick me into doing weird things in a lonely room, are you?"

Roy looked at the increasingly dark corridors, and seriously doubted that this demolition ghost would use himself as a human bomb test subject, and once again create a big news for Violet Academy.

I'm not going to become a noble firework... Roy thought of the scene where the opponent exploded in a spiral in mid-air, and felt his chrysanthemum tighten. Clutching Roy's wrist, pinching the other's wrist hurts.

"How could it be? The society I belong to is only slightly clean."

"Is this a little clean? The underground corridors with a radius of tens of meters are all empty! If you bury me, no one will find out, okay?"

Roy was dragged and stumbled, and the opponent's physical strength seemed to have no lower limit. As he moved forward quickly, the boy felt that he was about to be unable to hold on.

"Oh, you are an important newcomer in our club! How could I bury you? You think too much! Look, we have arrived!"

Accompanied by the girl's nonchalant words, the two finally stood at the far corner of the underground corridor.

The door in front of him was ajar. Compared with the dusty corridor before, this door and the ground under his feet were surprisingly clean and spotless, as if they were often cleaned.

Roy saw the nameplate on the door panel glowing brightly, which read: Welcome to the Magic Props Manufacturing Society!

"Verna! I'm back!" Pushing open the door, Daphne immediately opened her arms and rushed over.

"Tsk, don't go crazy, there are outsiders here."

Someone reached out and held Daphne's dirty face helplessly, turning it aside, and then cast his gaze over.

"You are, that Master Howard who studied in the mineral sciences?"

Dressed in a black robe, the girl with smooth black hair hanging over her shoulders, with thick dark circles under her eyes, and very pale skin asked so.

She was sitting on a delicate seat made of black oak, with her head tilted, her cold and vigilant gaze fixed on Roy's eyes.

"It's me." Roy shrugged and said nothing.

"Oh, Verna, why don't you have a better attitude."

Seeing that the temperature began to drop as soon as the two met, Daphne quickly smoothed things over. She straightened the chair of the black-haired girl so that it faced Roy head-on.

"Her name is Verna Fried, and she is my good friend in the same class as the Key of Mystery! She is also an important member of our club!"

Daphne took out a small comb from nowhere, and gently combed the other party's messy and smooth long hair, revealing the exquisite face of the girl in black robe.

"Verna's legs can't stand up, she can't welcome us, please be considerate." Daphne said.

"Hmph, even if I can stand up, I won't make a stupid move to greet you." The black-haired girl turned her head away.

"It's okay, I don't care." Roy just smiled, and then turned his gaze to the community space.

This room is much bigger than imagined, the floor, tables and chairs, counters, walls, every space is filled with strange materials and tools, just like a treasure house.

The only pure land was the desk in front of the black-haired girl, on which were neatly placed books, envelopes, quill holders, and a spherical object covered with a black cloth.

"How's it going? Isn't our magical tool making society great?"

Daphne's eyes were shining, and she carefully observed Roy's expression.

(End of this chapter)