The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The sudden interruption of a male voice interrupted Marquis Davis's arrogant laughter.

Marquis Davis was so frightened that he shuddered all over. He turned around and looked at the man who shouldn't be here, and asked loudly.

"Who are you! How did you get in?!"

There were many guards in his house. How did this person get in? Why was it so quiet outside? Didn't they notice this guy?

Marquis Davis suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his men raised their guns one after another.

"I am the butler of Ciel Phantomhive. Thank you for taking care of the young master's brother." Sebastian, who was almost surrounded, answered seriously.

Ciel Phantomhive? The second son who was said to be the most favored?

Countless thoughts flashed through Marquis Davis's mind in an instant.

"Sebastian?" Eric opened his eyes wide in disbelief. "Why are you here?"

Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts, with Ciel now?

Now that he's here, what should Charles do?

"I'm here to take you home on the orders of the young master." Sebastian completely ignored Marquis Davis and his trembling subordinates, raised his hand to his chest and bowed slightly to Eric.

The expression on Eric's face froze for a moment, and he shrank his neck guiltily.

"Charles, you know that too?"

"Yes, Master Vincent informed the young master immediately after you got into trouble." Sebastian replied in a serious tone.

"Is he angry?" Thinking of his brother's half-smile, Eric couldn't help but shudder. He looked at Sebastian eagerly, hoping to get a negative answer from him.

Sebastian did not comment: "The young master is very worried about you."

"That......"

Eric was about to say something when he heard a gunshot next to him, interrupting their conversation.

The bullet was originally flying towards Sebastian's head, but because he took a step back in time, it hit his nose and embedded deeply into the wall.

Everyone's attention returned to Marquis Davis holding the gun.

He was annoyed by the fact that Sebastian and Eric obviously didn't take him seriously. Seeing that they finally noticed him, he couldn't help but sneer. He put down the pistol that was still smoking and waved to his men: "Since you're here, just stay here."

"Now is not the time to talk, Master Eric. Please wait a moment and let me clean up the garbage first."

Sebastian nodded at Eric, and the next second several silver table knives appeared between his fingers. He waved his hand lightly, and the table knives turned into a streak of light. Then a dazzling red liquid gushed out from the necks of the men who were on high alert, and mysterious and brilliant flowers bloomed in the air.

One by one, bodies fell weakly to the ground with a muffled sound. Some were killed in one blow, while others were still able to breathe. Those who were still conscious covered their throats with their bloody hands, trying hard to save their lives, but they soon died from excessive blood loss.

Marquis Davis, the only living human besides Eric, was so frightened by the scene that his legs trembled and he fell to the ground.

"Well, next." Sebastian adjusted his gloves and walked slowly towards the trembling Marquis Davis.

Marquis Davis looked at Sebastian with horror in his eyes. He moved back and raised his gun tremblingly.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"...

The continuous gunshots did not stop Sebastian. He did not dodge or evade, but there was no sign of injury.

"Thank you, Marquis Davis, for the gift." The butler, dressed in black, raised his right hand, and the bullet, which was still smoking, was caught between his fingers.

"Evil, devil..." Marquis Davis' pupils trembled violently. He tried to leave the room by rolling and crawling. He finally dragged his trembling legs to the door, but felt a shadow falling on him.

Marquis Davis slowly raised his head, only to see the man who had easily eliminated all his men blocking the door. He had a playful smile on his face, looking no different from a cat teasing a mouse.

"Devil, devil..." The burly middle-aged man kept muttering to himself as if he was frightened out of his wits.

"How can you say that?" Sebastian tilted his head in distress. "I'm just an ordinary butler."

"Devil! You must be a devil!" Marquis Davis shouted loudly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip because of fear.

"Well, if you insist." Sebastian sighed artificially and raised his hand holding four bullets.

"Are you ready to accept my return gift?"

"Ah!!!!!" A tragic howl broke the silence of the night sky.

The bullets in Sebastian's hand broke Marquis Davis's limbs, leaving him lying on the dirty ground like a puddle of mud.

"I thought you might want to leave someone alive." After dealing with Marquis Davis, Sebastian turned to Eric, who was stunned by his fighting ability, and explained.

"Ah? Ah..." Eric nodded blankly.

Sebastian took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hemp rope that tied Eric up, then pulled it casually, and the two-finger-thick rope was easily torn apart like a piece of white paper.

Eric turned his wrist, which was rubbed red by the hemp rope, and looked up at Sebastian.

"What did you mean by that when you came in just now?"

He always felt that the man's attitude in saying that was a little strange.

"Ah," Sebastian raised a finger and replied with a smile, "Because you are just like the young master, fragile and pitiful, and both are good at being kidnapped."

Eric: ...

Eric: !!!

"When has Ciel ever been kidnapped?!"

"That happened a long time ago. If you are curious, you can ask the young master."

Eric, who felt a little guilty about what had just happened: ...