Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 56 Blue and Black Scales
In the quiet dormitory, Long Kui sat alone in his seat, looking solemnly at Mamon lying on the table in front of him, flipping through the pages of the thick magic book below.

"Have you found the reason?" Long Kui couldn't help but ask.

Mammon, on the other hand, held up a magnifying glass and carefully examined every word in the book. Finally, he put down the tools in his hands, sat down on the book, and said helplessly:

"No, meow. There isn't much introduction to dragon-slaying magic in the [Magic Book]. Apart from those methods of practicing magic, there are no reminders about side effects at all."

After Long Kui listened to the words of the purple cat below, he couldn't help but touch the blue-black dragon scales on his chest. His face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"But it's not all nothing, meow." Seeing the appearance of his partner, Mammon's purple pupils turned, and the long tail behind him couldn't help but pat the table:

"The [Magic Book] says that dragon-slaying magic is a powerful magic that will gradually make its owner possess a dragon-like body. I originally thought this was just an exaggerated rhetorical technique, but now judging from your situation...it seems to be... Declarative sentence meow.”

After saying that, it glanced at the green and black dragon scales on Long Kui's chest and couldn't help but shrink back.

Mammon smelled a bad smell from it, like... despair that brought death.

"It's a pity that I don't have enough magic resources now. I can only see these cats for the introduction of dragon-slaying magic... I'm sorry, A Kui." Mammon lowered his head with some self-reproach.

"It's okay." Long Kui smiled with his eyes bent, touched the depressed Mamon below, and said calmly:

"The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, just let nature take its course."

[Magic Book] is an item that belongs exclusively to Mammon. He can only see the methods of practicing magic, but such a thick book must not only contain those methods of practicing magic, but also records the origin of this magic and some Side effects and the like.

And this information can only be seen by Mammon, the real owner of this mysterious magic book.

But similarly, Mammon cannot fully see the content above. The amount of information it can see depends on Mammon's own magic level.

What a coincidence, dragon-slaying magic is one of the highest levels of magic. With Mammon's current level of magic source, we can only see some simple information introduction, not to mention the disadvantages. Even this kind of magic originally The source cannot be seen.

Therefore, Long Kui was not too surprised that the reason for his abnormal physical condition was not found from above.

Just when Mammon resolutely stated that he would quit online games from now on and work hard to study the source of magic, suddenly, there was a vibrating sound on the desktop.

Long Kui followed the sound, picked up the phone that lit up, pressed the connect button, and put it to his ear:

"Hey, boss, is there anything else?"

"I have completely finished the finishing work for you at the Chicago Civic Opera Hall." Su Enxi's reliable voice came from the other end of the hand:

"Although I helped you push everything to the earthquake and destroyed and sealed all the videos, after all, you were the last person to walk away from there, so I used a little trick to create a magician 'It is false that a person with this identity has gone to Japan. In this way, even if someone slips through the net and finds you, they will only chase you to Japan and find a fake news."

Su Enxi picked up a thin piece of meat, put it into his mouth, and solemnly reminded:

"So, from now on, don't use your identity as a bounty hunter anymore. At least you have to wait until the limelight has passed before thawing."

"Thank you very much." Although Long Kui was not afraid of being found by someone who wanted to find him, it would have been better if he had less trouble. After all, he was currently worried about the dragon scales on his chest. "It's nothing. You are working for me originally, and it is what I, the boss, should do to clean up my subordinates." Su Enxi's lazy words came over the phone, and Long Kui couldn't help but feel a little at ease.

Although his friendship with this potato chip boss was based on a superficial connection such as "money" and "part-time job," over the past few years, there was really nothing to say about the other person's character and attitude towards him.

At the very least, he is many times smarter than those black-hearted bosses who default on their wages and don’t care whether their subordinates live or die.

"Okay, I've put all the bonuses from this mission into your card. It's eight million US dollars in total. Remember to check." After saying that, the other party said a rare and serious sentence:

"Just buy some supplements and have a good rest these days. Hang up first."

Explaining, Su Enxi hung up the phone, and Long Kui couldn't help but chuckled when he heard the "beep" sound coming from his ears.

Suddenly, a feeling of relaxation emerged from the bottom of his heart, dispelling a lot of haze for him.

Long Kui liked this feeling very much. When he was still on the island continent, everyone in the guild made him feel like this, including the eldest sister Erza, the gentle sister Mira, Gray who loved to take off his clothes, As well as Gildarts who deserves respect, and Mr. Makarov, the "grandfather" who treats everyone equally.

At that time, a group of people were in a guild. They were obviously not related by blood, but they lived like a family. That time was the happiest time after Long Kui left Igneel.

If he hadn't accepted that damn century-old mission and been swept into this world by a strange tsunami, he would have been Fairy Tail's fourth S-class mage by now, right?

After all, the title of "Fire Lord" was comparable to that of "Fairy Queen" during that time.

Just when Long Kui was stunned by his memories, suddenly, a crisp sound of opening the door sounded, and then he saw Fingel running in happily from outside with a large pizza in his hand.

"Hey! Good morning, junior!"

Fingel said hello, put the pizza box on the table, rubbed his palms, and with a smile on his face like a dog, his eyes glowed green and he "divided" the "Italian pizza" in the box. .

"It's one o'clock American time. Strictly speaking, it's afternoon." Long Kui glanced at the time on the computer screen and corrected his unreliable senior's words.

"Why are you dividing it so carefully? What's the old saying in China? The day's plan lies in the morning, right? As long as I open my eyes every day, it must be morning. Look, the words of your ancestors are so philosophical. !" Fingel picked up a piece of pizza and handed it to Long Kui.

After the latter received the gift from his senior brother, he couldn't help but complain silently in his heart:

Is this what this sentence means?

"Ding dong."

Just as Long Kui tore a few pieces of pizza and fed them to Mamon on the table, suddenly, an email was sent to his mailbox, with the name of the sender of the email displayed in elegant Chinese:

"Hilbert Jean Angers"

　Because of Long Kui, the time when Naz joins the guild in this book will be delayed a few years.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)