I, the Heir of Heroes

However, the author will definitely not be cold or something. You must know that I have not opened a new book even now that I have fallen to this level of achievement, which is enough to testify to my determination.

I am not writing a book for royalties, but just to be able to write down the accompanying fantasy of stepping into Two-dimensional, find some like-minded book friends, and then tell my childhood and Two-dimensional culture at the end of the book Say goodbye and that's it.

So far, my life before stepping into the torrent of society is perfect—perfect!

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December 12 stay

Chapter 170 The Opera of the Eighth Era Officially Opens

Turning into the corridor on the third floor, after the first door at the corner is his destination at the moment.

Symmetrical with the very center of the villa as the dividing line, the opposite of Jia Luo's current location must be the special cubicle where the Master Clan meeting was held today.

The magician, who kept looking around in the wide corridor, set the portable CAD on his wristband to standby at all times, doing enough protection work to deal with special situations.

The old man in front of him was obviously not an ordinary character. Those magician security guards who were faintly exuding blood color and aura just glanced at the stairs from a distance, and then looked away.

When it comes to the specific situation of each of the [Ten Master Clans], maybe Guangxuan can describe everything in detail, but Jia Luo only got a general idea.At most, it can only be said that they are familiar with the current head of each family and their family's iconic magic formula.

And which powers the major families have, or who are the most representative cronies, are not within the scope of his consideration.

"Master Jia Luo, your lord has been waiting for a long time."

Jia Luo, who was standing at the door, lowered his eyes, staring at the old man who bowed his head and bowed his head to pay tribute with plain eyes.

Nakura seemed to have no intention of answering his questions, but simply knocked on the door to signal.

"come in."

A clear and mature low-to-medium male voice came from the room.

After a slight pause, Jia Luo stepped into the study room at the destination following the opened wooden door.

It can be clearly seen that the indoor lighting is very good, and at this time in the morning, sunlight has already been projected into the house through the tall windows.

In front of the window corresponding to the door, three or four meters away is a small low round table and an [L]-shaped sofa.

On both sides of the wall are built-in bookshelves that reach directly to the ceiling.

Twenty centimeters from the ground, layer after layer, the characters on the spine are not all Japanese, Chinese, English and other unique characters from all over the world appear.

Next to the bookshelf is a wooden shed ladder for taking books from high places.

There is no office desk, so I want to come here as a private reading room dedicated to enjoying the quiet reading time in the afternoon.

Based on the configuration of furniture here, it should not be open to the outside world.

But now, a slender and elegant middle-aged man was slowly coming down the shed ladder. He turned around and adjusted his glasses, and extended an invitation to Jia Luo who was standing at the door.

"Come and sit down."

"excuse me!"

The old man behind him closed the door naturally, and upon hearing the crisp sound, Jia Luo sat on the sofa facing him with Nanakusa Hongichi.

"This is the second time I've met you."

Sitting on the soft sofa in the same relaxed posture, Hiroichi smiled.

"I remember the first time we met, it was at the family banquet held by Mr. Jiu Dao back then. I didn't expect so many years to pass in a flash."

Hiroichi is not addressed as a teacher or your Excellency, but as "Mr."This was his habit when he and Yotsuba Midnight and Yotsuba Maya were receiving private teaching from Jiu Dao together.

If it is official, this is the first time.Galo's long and narrow eyes stared seriously at Hongyi who put the book in his hand on the low table. He didn't comment on the year he mentioned, but nodded in affirmation.

"It's an honor for you to remember me."

"Ha ha--"

I don't know what kind of eyes are under the colored lenses that refract colorful lights. After hearing Jia Luo's answer, Hong Yi let out a shallow laugh with unknown meaning.

"This is very different from the Mahakala I know... Well, there are no outsiders here, so there is no need to make such a gesture, Mr. Gara."

—Prosthetic eye?

That unnatural subtle movement made Jialuo notice Hongyi's abnormality, and recalled the rumors that had been circulated among the masters - Hongyi encountered an international kidnapping incident targeting magicians when he was 14 years old, and was lost in the battle at that time. right eyeball.Because the prosthetic eye was used after the growth stopped, but because of this, it was quite famous among the masters at that time as the "young magician with eyebands".Now, in order to hide the pity of the prosthetic eye, it is covered with colored lenses.

It seems that it is not a rumor.

However, Hongyi's friendly teasing made Jia Luo feel uncomfortable, even though the other party's identity could be regarded as his father-in-law.

It is not a simple person who can be the head of a family of ten masters.Excluding special circumstances, what is required is not only strong strength, but an extraordinary mind also belongs to the category that must be possessed.

Being able to develop the Nanakusa family to the same position as Yotsuba in just ten years, how could Hongichi, as the head of the family, expose his true side to him.

"Then, what kind of identity do you want to meet with me during the meeting of the master clan at this moment? As Mayumi's father, or as the head of [Nanicao]."

As the leader of the master clan, the hidden identity and power of Nagara himself is not a secret that can be completely concealed for these existences.

"Of course—the latter."

The mature smile on Hong Yi's face did not change at all because of the words that pointed to the essence.

Compared with Jia Luo's eyes that gradually became indifferent and cold, the arc of his mouth seemed to be reassuring.

"As Mayumi's father, I have nothing to tell you. That child has her own ideas, and I respect her—and, I am very satisfied with you, Kara-kun."