Mysteries: Arcana Wars

“…Master! Master!”

Camus Pete called out to the person in the back seat anxiously, but there was no response. He was so anxious that he simply rolled back to the back seat amid the hail of bullets.

"Master! You must hold on! We will be back to the church soon!"

Fifteen-year-old Derrick Berg gripped the steering wheel in panic and stepped on the accelerator to the floor.

Will they really be able to get back to the church in time?

Derrick was unsure.

As a junior, this was Derrick's first time participating in an actual combat mission, but it seemed that he messed it all up.

The original mission had an unexpected ruthless character, but the reliable senior suffered a strong contamination because he wanted to save him. Facing the attack of the powerful enemy, the senior even unfolded an incomplete biological form to cover the evacuation of him and Camus. After killing the powerful enemy beyond his level, the senior also fell into an uncontrollable extinction.

As long as we can get back to the church in time, pollution and apoptosis can be suppressed and our predecessors can be saved!

Camus quickly reloaded, and from time to time he stretched out his gun to fight back against the pursuers. With his experience, he accurately blew up the three chasing cars behind him. Derrick, on the other hand, did not have any extraordinary characteristics, and he just stepped on the accelerator and moved forward. He was only 15 years old, but he had started training with his brother very early, and driving a vehicle was a compulsory course.

Compared to the nervousness of the two juniors, Diamond Three, as a senior who was on the verge of losing control, was extremely relaxed.

"Hey, you two, why are you so nervous?"

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket with his left hand, but his left hand had collapsed beyond recognition. The straight human arm had begun to rot and curl, with scars of varying sizes forming, and the fragile skin was wriggling restlessly, without breaking or splitting, becoming a bunch of worms huddled together in pus.

If Derrick looked carefully, he could see the blackened and rotten worms with segments of rings on them. But Derrick couldn't do that. Just one look at the nearly out-of-control Three of Diamonds made him feel his brain boiling and collapsing.

After his left hand attempt failed, the Three of Diamonds did not give up and switched to his right hand. After failing again, he simply used his foot to pick up a cigarette from his socks, put it in his mouth and lit it.

As he exhaled a puff of smoke, his festering feet completely disintegrated into loose worms, which fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

"Oh, a foot for a cigarette, it's worth it."

"Master! It's already this late! You're still thinking about smoking!?"

Kames stepped back from the window and shouted loudly.

"How many times have I told you that smoking is not allowed in the car!"

"Oh, this is my last cigarette, can't you let me take a couple of puffs?"

"There are minors in the car. How can you bear to let them be exposed to secondhand smoke?"

"The Rothschild law also stipulates that minors cannot drive!"

"Why are you talking to me about the law? The Rothschild law also stipulates that minors cannot commit murder or arson!"

Tears welled up in Camus' eyes, but he was still ruthless. Although this blond man with a mole on his mouth was young, he had completed many tasks with his master, Diamond Three. Reloading, loading, and then shooting, everything was smooth and flowing, and the practice became muscle memory, smooth but numb.

"Kamax, my child, after today, you still need to learn more about law and improve your legal literacy."

The Three of Diamonds looked in the rearview mirror and sighed.

"For example, in Rothschild's law, not just minors, but everyone is prohibited from committing murder and arson."

"Don't just stand there and argue with me! This is my car! If I say you can't, then you can't! Look, your feet are falling off! If you move again, you will die faster!"

"I'll just smoke, I'll just smoke, lululu!"

Is this a smoking problem?

Derrick really wanted to yell like that.

Under intense tension and guilt, Derrick's mind was spinning uncontrollably, with all kinds of messed up thoughts spinning in his mind like a tornado.

He was somewhat unable to understand the conversation between the master and the disciple. It was clearly a matter of life and death, but their dialogue was so absurd and off-topic. The senior could even laugh out loud with a cigarette in his mouth, as if he was being driven home by the juniors for dinner during the holidays, as natural and even happy as ever.

This reminded Derrick of his non-blood-related brother, who seemed to be able to handle any situation with ease.

The two were assigned different tasks today. Derrick firmly believed that his brother's debut would be a complete success, but Derrick didn't know how to learn to be calm and powerful. His mind was a mess now.

what to do! what to do!

How can I save myself from my mistake?

Derrick suddenly felt that he had no right to say these words. Under the intense stimulation, thousands of words were combined into one sentence.

“…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

"Hey, kid, who are you apologizing to?"

Three of Diamonds Smile.

"In our line of work, the most important thing is to be happy. No matter what happens during a mission, we must maintain a good attitude, which is the most important thing.

"It's normal for unfamiliar enemies to appear during a mission. Isn't this all resolved?"

No...it's my fault...it's all my fault...

If I hadn't been so immature, if I hadn't been incapable, if I hadn't made a serious mistake, Senior Cube Three wouldn't have been so seriously injured, and we wouldn't have been in such danger...

"This is only your first time, Derrick. Mistakes are normal."

As if seeing through his heart, the Three of Diamonds comforted him.

Can my serious mistake really be covered up so lightly? Derrick struggled internally. No, the senior was just trying to comfort me, he was just taking care of my feelings, these gentle words could not cover up the fact that I made a mistake.

"But in the days ahead, you will have to depend on your brother - it seems that you two have always depended on each other, so I taught Kamais an apprentice."

The teeth of Diamond Three, who was holding the cigarette, began to tremble. His strength gradually faded away, the cigarette burned heavier and heavier, and he felt that his memory had begun to become confused.

"In short, you and your brother should work hard, train well, and live well. You two are both promising talents!

"Think positively, Derrick. In the days ahead, you and your brother should be happy, be more sunny, and help old ladies cross the road more often. When you two grow up and officially join our organization, you will definitely achieve great things - I have confidence in you!"

"So, is this a last word?"

Camus ran out of ammunition again, and while reloading he suddenly looked at the Three of Diamonds seriously.

"If I must say, it is, my Kamis."

The smell of tobacco swirled in the mouth, blocked the trachea, and struggled to move into the lungs.

"And the same goes for what I just said."

"What did you say just now? Which one did you say?"

"You should brush up on your legal knowledge."

Kames slammed the magazine angrily.

"Then you better not die today. With your ability, you'll have to live for several more decades before you can come up with any meaningful last words for me."