Hogwarts Archmage

Victor doesn't want just anyone. In fact, before his daughter was born, he worked in a human resources related profession, and he knows exactly who he needs.

In a wilderness in western New York, more than [-] people with various patterns on their bodies were crowded. Some of them had kinked muscles, some had a violent look on their faces, and some looked elegant but had fierce eyes when they raised their heads.

These people have one thing in common: they are strong and vicious, and more than 90.00% of them are violent criminals.

But now they were all sitting on the ground wearing prison uniforms, waiting for Victor's return.

It's not that they didn't think about killing this bald guy to find freedom, but after hundreds of people died in a row, and hundreds of people hit the range of Victor's painting and exploded with flesh and blood, they became quite well-behaved.

Victor found a person to help him. It would take him a long time to deal with these tens of thousands of people. After consulting his boss, the other party kindly provided a phone number.

Letting these bastards stay here, he drove to the rich area. When he came back, there was a car that only big bosses would ride in, and a man got out of it. He looked very noble. guy.

"Is that them?" The gentleman picked up his walking stick and pointed at the guys sitting on the ground.

Victor nodded: "Yes, Mr. McCall."

"Then, as agreed..."

"You can pick some first... Actually, you don't have to take 300 people. Even if you take away 1000 people, it doesn't matter."

George shook his head: "I only need 300 people for the time being. I want them to evolve beyond ordinary evolvers. The number base does not need to be too large. That has no practical significance."

"All right…"

George didn't come close to them, he just glanced at them, tapping the cane in his hand. One by one, the selected people stood up involuntarily and walked to the side to wait.

After gathering 300 people, he nodded: "That's it. Next, it's yours..."

As he spoke, he drew several patterns on the ground with his crutch and clicked on the center of the pattern.

A translucent light curtain suddenly enveloped the remaining people. The light curtain gradually became turbid and thick, and Victor rolled up his sleeves.

George took out a suitcase from the car, and when he opened it, he found a small machine that was exquisitely constructed, but looked quite disgusting.

Inside the square gold box is a flesh-and-blood pump machine composed of countless exquisite miniature hearts connected together. There are three interfaces on the outside of the pump machine.

He picked up an interface and inserted it into Victor's artery, and the other interface rapidly expanded and connected to the light curtain.

After the small port in the middle smelled the smell of Victor's blood, it quickly grabbed water from the surrounding air and vegetation, synthesized a large amount of liquid that was the same as the blood, and transported it along the pipe at the last port.

The hearts began to work hard, pumping a large amount of liquid into the light curtain, and countless small tubes were produced inside the light curtain.These tubes were soft but extremely tough. They quickly found their respective targets, and the tops were inserted into the brains of these bastards.

The small box is only the size of a palm, but its ability to produce and transmit blood is extremely powerful. The brains of these bastards are quickly overwhelmed by the newly delivered liquid.

Everyone began to experience some changes.

Those with tattoos on their bodies have become more colorful, while the few without tattoos have developed some wonderful patterns, which are fascinating just by looking at them.

Soon, the pipe was retracted, the light curtain was put away by George, and [-] people were lying on the ground.

They passed out.

The three hundred people who were selected in advance couldn't help but swallow. Everything in front of them was beyond their understanding of the world.

Victor couldn't help but clapped his hands: "It's really a practical technology."

"It's just a collective infusion device, nothing more."

This is not George's modesty. According to the technology he has recently recovered, whether it is a light curtain or a pump box, these two gadgets are indeed low-end products. If others can't use them, he would have thrown them away early in the morning. Victor, let him handle it.

Victor smiled: "Okay, now it's my turn. Physical transformation is my specialty... Do you want me to help you deal with this 'Spartan Three Hundred Warriors'?"

"The three hundred Spartan warriors will not end well..." George shook his head and said: "Forget it, Victor, I am not as cruel as you, treating them as disposable items..."

Although the three hundred people next to him didn't know why, they all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing these words.

Victor tilted his head and said curiously: "After this is over, do you still plan to keep them?"

"of course."

George stretched out his hand and gestured to the people over there: "What a strong young man. After I finish dealing with them, they will definitely be rare tools. How could I just throw them into the crematorium..."

"Are you going to keep them?"

"Well, more than that, I plan to preserve their personal wisdom."

"why?"

"I think as long as we follow our boss's footsteps in the future, we may have a magnificent life..."

Victor smiled: "You are actually pursuing this."

"yes…"

George said in a daze: "I am a descendant of a traditional noble, but the world has changed so much that I cannot guide the whole world like the nobles in the past. Instead, I have to hide behind the scenes..."

"Isn't this bad? Collecting benefits silently."

"Of course it's not good. I'm a noble. I need glory, I need honor, and I need a king who can lead me to glory, not some bullshit company, group, or damn board of directors who squeeze each other out every day!"

He said somewhat decisively.

Victor was stunned for a moment, and then asked in disbelief: "You actually serve those existences sincerely?"

George was silent for a long time, raised his head and said firmly: "Maybe I have passed the age of passion, but as long as someone can lead me to realize what I have always hoped for, then I will become her most loyal knight."

Victor suddenly didn't know what to say.

The guy in front of him is different from himself. He seems a little shaky and unrealistic, but he has known this person, his abilities and abilities, and how successful he is. Since he can say such things, his thoughts should be so.

It's a bit strange and incompatible with modern people, but it seems very reasonable.

Finally, he raised his head and looked into George's eyes and said, "No matter what, I will bless you."