Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Looking at the empty ramen stall, Ohm shrugged to Eriki: "It seems that you can't eat ramen today, unless you want me to cook noodles for you... But in that case, let's see which one first. The hospital’s gastroenterology department is better.”

Regarding his cooking skills, Ohm is still a little bit good.

It must be those evil gods who are peeping at me in the subspace. It is their evil gaze that makes my food taste like the Garden of Nurgle under normal cooking conditions.

In short, the smell definitely has nothing to do with Ohm himself, it all depends on those little brats in the subspace!

Eriki's eyebrows suddenly drooped, but she did not express any opinion on this. She just nodded meekly, took one last look at the ramen stall, and turned around——

"Ah, young people, are you here to eat ramen?"

An old woman with a stooped back, silver hair, and a basket full of vegetables in her hands stopped Ohm and Eri. Distracted by the confusion spell, she didn't notice anything strange about the two people in front of her, and moved directly towards the void. Someone in the church with the door closed said: "You guys are here early. The old man is very lazy and hasn't opened yet. He is sleeping inside. Come, I will take you two in to find him..."

After saying that, she walked towards the church. Although she was 80 or [-] years old, her legs and feet were still very nimble. In a few steps, she climbed up the seven steps at the door of the church and pushed open the ajar door. Standing at the door, he raised his voice and shouted: "Mr. Pastor, someone wants to eat the ramen you made!"

The next second, Ohm saw a head suddenly pop out between the rows of benches.

The messy white hair on his head, coupled with the crooked headscarf on his forehead, the pornographic magazine sliding down from his chest, and his eyes that sparkled like a young man, combined to make this man of no apparent age appear. The old man has created a wonderful temperament between "open!" and "struggle!"

He didn't have the solemn feeling of being in a church at all, but just like he was at home, he lazily put his arms with obvious muscle lines on the back of the bench, and blew a frivolous whistle to the old lady at the door: "Yo ! Yuriko, you miss me, right? Otherwise, how could your sweet voice be so affectionate and easily wake me up from my sleep?"

"You are not serious, I will punish you to hell!"

Grandma Yuriko's eyebrows suddenly stood up, but she couldn't see any anger. She just scolded, turned to the "little" guy and "little" girl in front of her and said: "This old guy is not only a He is an excellent ramen master and the pastor of our community church. If you two have any troubles, you can talk to him. Although he is a little unruly, he is still a good person."

The ramen master looked old, but his ears were still very good. He brushed his silver hair and said to Yuriko with a smile: "Don't slander my image in front of young people. When are you not passing by?"

"You never have a serious time!"

Yuriko suddenly raised her voice, and quickly nodded apologetically to Ohm's knees: "Sorry, I may have scared you a little. I hope you have a good afternoon, I have to go."

Eriki bowed slightly to Yuriko in a somewhat confused manner, and the note in her hand said: "Sorry to trouble you."

Ohm did not express his position, but used his spiritual power to slightly lift the vegetable basket in Yuriko's arms, so that the enthusiastic old man could feel a little more relaxed on the way home.

The life of the elderly is already very uncomfortable. Various diseases and pains can make people feel as if their bodies are about to be scrapped at any time. Making their daily lives a little easier is the greatest help to them.

Seeing Yuriko walking away, the old man lying on his back on the bench suddenly stood up straight, and a diamond-like anger suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face, as if a soldier returning home to farm suddenly took off his clothes. The linen clothes were once again replaced with armor and sharp blades——

Killing intent everywhere!

Cool golden light burst out from the depths of his eyes, and the old man roared like a lion: "Who are you? This method of confusing human beings, this kind of body shape that exceeds physiological limits... You are sent by the king. The killer is still a cadre of the Sheqi Eighth Family, tell me!"

Although it was a question, the old man had obviously come up with his own answer. At this moment, he did not look like a ramen master at all, but more like the last emperor, standing in the burning and decaying palace, He asked the minister who came to try to take his life why he chose to be disloyal.

Facing the dark gold pupils that were enough to intimidate 90.00% of the hybrids in the world, Ohm just raised his eyebrows slightly, already understanding three things in his heart.

[-]. The confusion spell has no effect on this person.

[-]. There is an extremely high concentration of dragon blood in this person's body.

[-]. Those idiots from the Sheqi Eighth Family did not explain to themselves the mixed-race forces in Japan.

The so-called fierce ghosts seemed to be the type who planned to cause trouble in secret.

Moreover, the status in the heart of the old man in front of him was mentioned to the same level as the Sheqi Eight Families, a huge organization that spans Japan. This is enough to show that the six family heads have no intention of telling him about this matter, which means that It seems that they have no determination to surrender at all!

Because if they really want to surrender, they will definitely put this hard-to-gnaw and difficult-to-handle bone on the table and ask themselves to send more troops to help them deal with this old enemy-like existence.

Well, you Sheqiba family, I will make you guys who talk the same thing and think the same thing, be the slaves and experimental subjects of the rat people for the rest of your life.

Putting aside what was on his mind, Ohm walked into the church, looked at the old man in front of him, and said calmly: "If I said I just brought this girl to eat ramen, would you do it for us?"

The old man chuckled and raised a long and powerful middle finger: "Go ahead and dream about your dream!"

Ohm sighed, pulled up the cuffs of the black gold robe, revealing his forearms with knotted muscles and distinct blood vessels, and said, "I actually hate violence. If I could, I would. Be a compassionate priest. But sometimes, violence is the only way to get someone to listen to you. Whether it's a gangster, a thief, a cultist, a noseless monster, or a ramen master who doesn't want to do his job, go up to the nose. A punch always goes a little deeper than a good talk."

"Do you think you've got me?"

There was a terrifying and forbidding expression on the old man's face, and the golden light in his eyes was as bright as a gas lamp. The air around him trembled unnaturally, and the floor beneath his feet burst inch by inch under the invisible pressure. The emperor's majesty was clear at this moment. It turns out that the appearance of a ramen master is just a flimsy disguise for his dragon-like nature.

Eriki looked at the old man, then at her elder brother, and wrote on the paper: "Is this playing a game? Who is Ultraman and who is the little monster?"

Ohm smiled and patted Eriki's head, and the old man looked at Eriki's eyebrows, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

And just when Ohm was about to knock the old man to the ground with one punch, bursts of high-pitched and harsh motorcycle engine sounds suddenly came from outside the door, followed closely by the noisy and vulgar words.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the church was kicked open!