The wanton life of a certain beauty

"Dong dong!"

"..."

In the old-fashioned building, several men in linen clothes looked at Booker who came to the door and stood there. When they were talking to each other, Booker at the door withdrew his gaze after seeing that most of his colleagues had left, and then , knocked directly on the door.

Several people in the New York Temple were dumbfounded.

after awhile.

The door opens.

A man in linen clothes who looked very much like an ascetic monk stared at the Muggle in front of him with a somewhat disbelieving and unspeakable expression.

what's going on.

Could it be that the magic that shields mortals has failed, or is it that the temple's shielding technique has expired and has not been renewed, resulting in no magic support, so it has immediately failed?

Otherwise, how could a mortal see their temple?

This unscientific.

wrong.

It's not even remotely magical.

Booker lowered his head and took out the ID from his arms expressionlessly. He looked at the temple magician in front of him who looked at him with an indescribable expression: "NTPD, I have a few questions. I don't mind. Bar."

The Temple Mage frowned and didn't know how to answer at all.

After all, since he practiced supreme magic in the Snowy Mountains, he has been isolated from the world. He was assigned to work in the New York Temple and rarely had contact with mortals outside.

They are not the same world, or even the same level of creatures.

at this time.

"Let him in."

"...&"

The Temple Mage, who was thinking about how to answer Booker's question, heard the voice and turned to look. From the stairs leading to the second floor, there was a man wearing a black suit and even a tie, who looked very much like Hannibal. The handsome gentleman walked down slowly: "He... from a certain point of view, he can be considered one of us."

The Temple Mage was dumbfounded once again.

When Booker heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He looked at Casillas walking down from the second floor and said hello: "Long time no see."

Yes.

Booker knows Casillas. Let's put it this way. When Booker was seven or eight years old, he almost became brothers with Casillas.

Casillas came to the door, the gentleman smiled, and then, without looking, answered the confused Temple Mage next to him, looking at Booker: "If he had been accepted by the Supreme Mage, long time no see, An Mr. Durwood."

"Call me Booker."

Booker said this to Casillas, and then looked at the hand of friendship handed over by Casillas, like shaking hands with an old friend: "Long time no see, Lecter."

"Come in and sit?"

"Okay."

Booker accepted Casillas' invitation with a smile, took his right foot directly and stepped into the halls of the New York Temple.

humming sound.

The two police officers who were doing finishing work on the other side of the road felt a blur behind them and turned to look. Then, they scratched their heads and looked at the wall across the road in confusion, feeling that they must have been dazzled.

"coffee Tea?"

"Bourbon!"

"..."

Casillas looked at Booker who turned around and directly said the third option. The expression on his face was dull for a moment, and then he waved his right hand.

moment.

The surrounding scenery changed, as if it had been stretched. When they recovered, the two of them were already in a room on the second floor.

Booker looked at the sofa under him and smiled.

"Give."

Casillas handed a wine glass to Booker: "[-], the first year of bourbon produced by Thunder Bourbon Distillery."

Booker took the glass and said thank you.

"you are welcome."

Casillas laughed, clasped his hands, and leaned back. A single sofa appeared directly behind him, supporting Casillas directly.

Booker saw this and raised his eyebrows again.

Show off.

no doubt.

Casillas chuckled and said, "Have you eaten? Let's have breakfast together later?"

Have breakfast with you?

I'm afraid you'll eat it for me.

After listening to Casillas's words, Booker moved his eyes to the top of Casillas' head, and directly threw a shot of Insight.

[Name: "Casillas Lecter"]

[Level: "66"]

[Health Volume: 660/660]

[Magic: 660/660]

[Faction: Friendly]

[Affiliated to: Weishan Emperor Dimension]

【talent:】

[Black magic mastery: "In black magic practice, it has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort."]

【Skill:】

[Out-of-body experience: "Separating the soul from the body in order to enter the soul plane. The soul body can float, pass through objects, and even manipulate the real world."]

[Dimension mirroring: "Create a mirror dimension and pull the enemy into it. In the mirror dimension, the user can distort reality at will, resist gravity, and change objects."]

[Dimension Gate: "Open a portal that can lead to anywhere at will. As long as it is strong enough, you can open a portal to the sun."]

[Red magic ring: "A handheld magic energy shield formed by both hands, which can increase the power during close combat."]

【…】

Wow!

Booker exclaimed inwardly. Looking at Casillas, who once only had one talent and a zero level, but now has such a level [-], looking at so many colorful skills, saying he is not envious is completely unacceptable. possible.

but……

Casillas seemed to catch the flash of envy in Booker's eyes. His hands clasped together in front of his chest moved slightly, and then he looked at Booker with a smile: "You really should have joined us at that time."

Booker smiled.

27 years ago, Booker accidentally reincarnated into the Marvel Universe due to an accident. After the system went online, he was given a free lottery.

If Booker had been the European Emperor at that time, he could have directly reached the sky in one step, drawn the power of Star Casting Old Dragon King, and directly chosen to live a peaceful and unscrupulous life.

Pity.

Booker wasn't a European king then, and he doesn't seem to be one now.

At that time, Booker was drawing for the first time, and the talent he won was the extraordinary evil power of the evil little mage Vega.

At that time, Booker didn't know that this extraordinary evil power was actually a scam. He thought that this extraordinary evil power was a magic growth skill. When he was still in his infancy, Booker fantasized about giving him enough time to develop, with unlimited power. Magic power, a dream that directly overturns the universe.

later……

When Booker was about seven years old, the supernatural evil power also accompanied Booker's killing of fish and chickens. After accumulating about 100 points, Booker at that time suddenly had an epiphany.

At that time, Booker realized that this so-called growth skill and extraordinary evil power was a scam.

In a word.

Fancy but not useful!

……