Lord of the Witches

In the early morning, Tang Qi had already had his breakfast in the small masonry building in the depths of the Thorn Campus, which had started to get bustling.

Incomparably sweet, soft and glutinous red sweet potato, turn it around in the oven, and once the skin is peeled off, the whole small building will be enveloped in a strong aroma, and paired with a cup of yogurt, it can’t be more satisfying, anyway, people on the mysterious side don’t need it Worried about being overweight, right?

After packing everything up, picking up the textbooks and today's extracurricular materials, Tang Qi, like the students who had already gathered on campus at this time, wanted to rush to class.

But when he walked to the small living room, Tang Qi paused, walked to a shelf, lifted the black cloth covering the glass bottle, and said hello, Good morning, Professor Cassel.

At the same time, the lid was also opened, and a little water was poured into Professor Rick Cassel inside.

Then he closed the lid, but did not cover the black cloth again, but waited for Professor Kassel to respond to himself by waving his tentacles, and said with a chuckle: As my tenant, Professor Kassel also needs to pay the rent, but For the sake of your current status, please ask the professor to pay the rent by looking after my house.

Hearing Tang Qi's words, Cassel, who was soaking in the clear water, was obviously a little slow to react. It took a second to react, and then he raised his tentacles stiffly, and tapped the glass bottle twice to express his agreement.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Tang Qi waved his hand politely, then locked the door, and quickly joined the student crowd.

Letting Professor Cassel look after the house was just a small move by Tang Qi on a whim.

If someone really sneaked into Tang Qi's house, there is a high probability that it will be someone from the mysterious side. With Professor Cassel's hidden tricks, I am afraid that it will be useless to anyone.

The real insurance is something that Tang Qi set up by himself.

Among his collections, the most precious ones now are naturally the secret medicines that he spent a day and a night concocting. The rest, such as human skin ointment and devil dog hybrid manuscripts, are not that important. Once there is an intruder, recklessly open Tang Qi's safe If it is, there is a high probability that it will be baptized by an explosion.

And the wonderful hair knot, Haig's blade, or Blood Python No. 1 that really worked for Tang Qi were all carried by him.

If the students who are in class with him, or the teachers who teach him, know that this guy is carrying a hand cannon, what expression will he have?

But it seems that there is no need to worry about this, because during this time, no one cares about Tang Qi or Sally.

Although it is an aristocratic high school, except for some second-generation students, most of the students are still studying hard. After all, it is a city with a lot of competitive pressure. Middle-class children actually work harder than those from the lower or top classes.

Students from the lower class, unless they are geniuses like Sally, have no chance to enter this high school.

As for the second generations at the top, it seems that some accident happened, or something was brewing, and recently they asked for leave collectively.

This would not have happened at any other school.

But here, power and money are the real masters, especially those parents of the second generation who ask for leave, most of them are school managers, so privileges become normal.

Without the second generation who likes to make trouble the most, the attitude of ordinary students towards Tang Qi or Sally is to avoid them.

The two of them couldn't be more leisurely.

Sally still looked like a slovenly house girl, she listened to the class seriously, took notes seriously, and took Tang Qi's share by the way.

Tang Qi, on the other hand, carefully studied those tomes, whether it was One Hundred Years of the Commonwealth of Weirdness, Absurdity and Reality or Monster Files, or the other books that Tang Qi borrowed, the contents were all complicated and messy. It's a headache.

That is Tang Qi, who can watch the whole day without feeling tired at all.

Speaking of which, Tang Qi also has the privilege of being able to ask for leave at any time to skip class.

Not long after he got it, it was coordinated by the Mercer Police Department and Thorn High School. As a police consultant, Tang Qi can attend classes flexibly, as long as he wants to leave and say a word.

Of course, this is to facilitate Tang Qi to fulfill his duties as a consultant, but the reception director of Thorn High School may not think so.

Probably just amazed in the bottom of my heart, there must be some important person standing behind this student whose parents died, but this important person has some evil intentions. In order to give a student privileges, he even gave him the title of police consultant.

I asked Stana for a day off yesterday, and Tang Qi was supposed to go to the police station today.

The day before yesterday, he successfully handled the news of the Tulip Street Murder Case and Ice Corpse Case. The case on the side came over.

Unfortunately, for some reason, Tang Qi had to postpone it for another day.

He stayed in the campus all day long, looking at a book while waiting for something.

But until the evening, when all the students left and he said goodbye to Sally, he didn't wait.

Tang Qi turned around the small building before nightfall, and while preparing dinner for himself, he couldn't help thinking.

The photo was sent the day before yesterday. Two days should be enough time for the family to come to the door. Samra is traveling abroad, and the acting elder Morgan has disappeared. Aren't they curious? Are they not worried?

No, since they have found the villa, they must know my identity, or the identity of the original owner, and they may have already known the news of Old Morgan's death.

But that's not real death. According to the customs of their tribe, the real death is the disappearance of the soul. This is why Samra hasn't come to the house now. After all, I just cremated the body of old Morgan. His soul , but still well above the scale.

So, why hasn't the family controlled by Abu come to me?

They don't know about the soul-changing ceremony, but the old Morgan who has been taking care of them and supplying money is missing. As the little master, I should have the most reason to know the truth. If they want to know everything, they can only ask me?

Maybe something happened in the middle? It held them back?

The thought flashed here, and Tang Qi stopped. There were too few clues and information, and guessing out of thin air was useless.

After finishing dinner quickly, Tang Qi didn't continue to wait, nor did he practice meditation as usual.

But again, before the workbench.

Tonight, he was going to do something, but before that, he was going to add a weapon to himself.

In chaga fighting, not only fists and feet are involved.

But what kind of weapon it is, Tang Qi himself can't predict.

This feels a bit like opening a box in a game in a previous life.

My luck, it shouldn't be too bad.

Tang Qi muttered, then reached into his bosom, and took out a handful, no matter in terms of shape, craftsmanship or other aspects, it was very rough and bad... bone blade.

ps: Thanks to the book friend 20180108125931155 for the one-hundred-point reward, the happy wind man is my two-thousand-point reward, the first disciple in this book, the one-thousand-point reward for loving life and love, thank you three.