The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The knowledgeable Lucius quickly found two small magic props.

Lucius almost laughed out of anger at the obviously broken magic item in his hand, and then he looked at the young man lying on the ground who had lost his vital signs, and his mood became even heavier.

Lucius realized that this was a conspiracy against the nobles.

For the nobles who put profit above all else, as long as their bottom line is not affected, everyone can usually live in peace. Even if they dislike each other, they can maintain basic decency and will not easily fight to the point of life and death.

Let me emphasize that this is without affecting the bottom line.

Killing or kidnapping their outstanding descendants or even heirs obviously does not fall into this category.

Based on the current situation, it can be inferred that these planned kidnappings have only two results - if the kidnapping fails, the "prisoner" will die, and if the kidnapping succeeds, the victim will disappear...

Although it doesn't seem complicated, if the kidnapping fails, will the family of the "prisoner" believe that the "prisoner" was forced to death by the victim? If after the kidnapping is successful, the prisoner "accidentally" leaves behind something with a special mark?

Human beings have always been a species that is good at venting anger on others. Even if the victim and the family of the "criminal" know that the "criminal" was controlled by someone and had no choice, both sides will definitely hold grudges.

No matter how you look at it, there is always a life in between.

The nobles will inevitably attack each other and act on their own, and the current good situation will inevitably fall apart.

Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on Lucius' smooth forehead. The vicious and cruel means of the person behind the scenes made him feel palpitations.

There is only one way to break the impasse, and that is to find the mastermind behind the scenes and rescue the missing wizards before things get out of hand.

But so far, Lucius has not found any clues that could point to the criminal.

Lucius was racking his brain to find a reliable solution, but Charles cast his eyes on Grell Sutcliffe who was lazily stretching next to him.

"Grell, I need you to help me."

"Huh?" The red-haired Grim Reaper who was named turned around and looked over.

"I can agree to anything you ask for."

"Don't be ridiculous," Grell Sutcliffe waved his hand nonchalantly, "With Sebastian-chan not here, what can a little brat like you do?"

"I'm not the kind of woman who would sell herself for money."

"I'll give you the use of Sebastian for one day."

"Eh? Free use Sebastian-chan?"

Greer Sutcliffe:…

Greer Sutcliffe: !!!

His face instantly turned red, and his eyes glowed green: "Kissing is allowed?!!"

"up to you."

The red-haired reaper crossed his arms over his chest and asked excitedly, "Tongue-tongue kiss?"

"As you like."

!!!

"Got it!" Grell Sutcliffe straightened his back instantly, and jumped up and down on the spot twice with his hands and feet dancing. His yellow-green eyes almost turned into the shape of a heart, and the background board was still emitting pink bubbles.

"Now I'm full of energy DEATH!"

"Then, go ahead and do your job first." Charles raised his chin towards the corpse on the ground.

"no problem!"

"Ciel, this...?" Lucius looked at the red-haired Grim Reaper who was getting closer and closer, silently took a few steps back, moved to Ciel's side and asked in confusion.

How did this become his job? What was this guy, who didn't look normal, going to do?

"Ah, don't look at him like that, he is the god of death." Charles replied in a calm voice.

"..."

Didn't this boy in front of me just say something strange very calmly? ! !

"You said, he is, what?" Lucius struggled to find his voice.

"Death." Ciel repeated, pointing at Grell Sutcliffe, who once again flirted with Lucius. "Mr. Malfoy should have heard of it. It is a species in the story that takes away human souls and brings eternal sleep to humans."

Of course he knew what Death was!

But shouldn't the focus now be on such trivial matters as whether he knows about the god of death?

Does the legendary god of death actually exist? !

He actually saw the god of death with his own eyes!!!

Lucius was so shocked that his face was blank. Before he could come to his senses, he saw a long thing like a film floating in front of the corpse.

"This is......?"

"According to the list of people scheduled to die set by the higher-ups, it is our job as the God of Death to recreate and examine the memories of the deceased."

The red-haired Grim Reaper who was surrounded in the middle showed his mouth full of fangs.

"See what kind of life they have lived, what kind of person they are, and whether they deserve to continue living."

"Every day, every day, watching silently and quietly, picking out the individual cases that only appear once among hundreds of millions of people."

Grell Sutcliffe lowered his voice, and the pair of cold eyes without a trace of emotion hidden behind the red half-frame glasses added a touch of divinity to him.

"It's called a revolving lantern," Charles concluded succinctly.

"It's annoying. Don't call me by such an old-fashioned name~"

That touch of divinity was soon broken by himself.

"Compared to this," Ciel looked at the two palm-sized scissors in the red-haired Grim Reaper's hands. "Where's your chainsaw?"

Compared to the powerful chainsaw, the two in his hand...

"Isn't it just an ordinary pair of scissors?"

"I don't want to either!" Grell Sutcliffe raised his scissors in both hands and shouted, "My special death scythe was confiscated by Will!"

"Ah, I really miss the sound of it vibrating!"

"Mr. Malfoy, let's take a look together." Ciel was silent for a moment and ignored the somewhat exasperated red-haired Grim Reaper. He turned to look at Lucius, "If nothing goes wrong, we should be able to find clues from his memory."

Lucius:......

"what......"

The person behind the scenes is hiding very deeply, but I'm afraid he would never dream that he could find clues through inhuman methods?

Lucius watched the boy's short life in a revolving lantern, and then accurately found the most suspicious people and places in his memory.

"Judging from the route he took, he should have left from the Shrieking Shack." Lucius said in a firm tone.

"The Shrieking Shack, why is it there?" Ciel frowned, "Didn't they say that the Shrieking Shack can't be opened from the outside?"