Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"No, you are already very brave."

The black-haired boy looked at the strong girl, and couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken. This tragedy really hurt too many people. Both physically and mentally, Melti, who had persisted for so long, was almost reaching her limit.

It's time to end.

The boy holding his cane thought so, and silently made a promise.

"If I'm not wrong, there will be a change tonight. I swear to Shia, I will definitely protect you."

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It shouldn't be a big problem.

In the forest on the outskirts of the southwest corner of the third dormitory area, a middle-aged man in a teacher's robe stared coldly at the room Melti was in, and his hanging heart gradually eased.

Although the apostle's stern order last night made Matthews nervous, after a day of observation, Matthews didn't see anything wrong with Melti's actions at all.

From the time of waking up and going out to the places she went to, all of them are where she has been running around these days. Although the time to return to the dormitory is a little earlier these two days, it's okay. As a student, she has been running for a week under the pressure of the college. It's unnatural not to feel tired and tense when you get nothing.

On the other hand, because of the apostle's fear of the new freshman, Matthews took the time to observe the so-called consulting department today, but the results he got made him no longer nervous.

In the past few days, the so-called counseling department has students from the Ziqiangwei faction come to pick trouble every day. Facing the third-year Ziqiangwei members, the first-year students in the counseling department shrink back. I heard that the two resident vice ministers are not Dare to come, and study countermeasures with that Roya Acate every day at the station.

In order to avoid being seen as retreating, the Blue Rose faction even dug up a swimming pool to cover up, and hired a bunch of coachmen to transport the soil. This behavior of shrinking their heads made Matthews laugh.

"What Akate family, isn't it a nobleman of the Theocracy? It's really neurotic."

After the observation was over, Matthews didn’t care about the reasons why the apostles urged him. In his opinion, the other party was bitten by snakes and afraid of well ropes for ten years. The Akat family might have posed a threat to them in the past, but that was after all. passed.

One generation is fierce, but can it be fierce from generation to generation?

In recent decades, Matthews has never heard any big news about the Arkart family. He doesn't know about them, nor is he interested in them. In his opinion, Leinster, the area with the highest density of extraordinary people, any scholar family can Much better than them.

Roja is just a kid with some talent at source level 4, what kind of trouble can he withstand?What's more, he is still suppressed by Zi Qiangwei now, and the relationship between the two parties has deteriorated because of the confrontation before the start of school. He even witnessed it with his own eyes in the academy.

Thinking of this, Matthews raised the corner of his mouth, reached out and took out a small box to open it, and a black flying insect flew out. However, unlike ordinary insects, the belly of this flying insect was a human Eye.

Yes, this is the reason why the cult that Matthews belongs to needs to kill people constantly, because they need experimental materials, especially the bodies of extraordinary people, which are far more adaptable to magic essence than ordinary people, just like monsters can be used as curse objects without processing raw material.

The evil flying insect hovered in front of Matthews for a long time to accept the instructions, and after the two parties established a spell connection, they soared into the air, while the middle-aged man in the forest pressed his left eye with his glowing fingers.

Following the swaying vision of flying insects, Matthews looked up into the air, passed through the window, and entered Melty's room on the third floor. The sound of flying insects was almost silent, as if the girl who was busy with her homework was concentrating , completely unnoticed.

nobody.

As the flying insects looked around Melty's rooms, Matthews was basically sure that the girl was alone at home. This situation was not surprising to him who had been monitoring for several days. Other than the eyes being a little red and swollen, there was nothing unusual.

Did you cry?Because you can't find anyone?

Matthews in the woods sneered at the girl's stupidity, and directed the eyeworm to fly out of the house soundlessly.

"Don't cry, you don't need to find someone anymore, it's someone else who will find you next."

The middle-aged man looked at the gradually sinking night and said this with a smile, and in the gloomy space, the young man who witnessed the flying insects leaving also showed a murderous smile.

"finally come."

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After night fell, there was silence in the dormitory building. Matthews decided to act immediately after waiting for the lights in the girl's room to go out and confirming that no one was around.

Inside the silent building, the figure of the middle-aged man was hard to find in the night like a shadow. After arriving at the door of Melty's room on the third floor, Matthews didn't knock on the door, nor did he break the lock. His tall body seemed to have turned into rolling mucus, squeezing inward along the gap in the door.

After squeezing his body into the room inch by inch, Matthews quickly returned to his original shape. This behavior without making any noise did not attract the attention of others. The girl in the room was breathing smoothly, and the nearby residents did not move at all.

In the silence, the man came to the living room. The hall was empty in the dark. Looking in from the door of the hall, Melty in the room was sleeping on the bed. Matthews reached out and touched his waist pocket, ready Okay, follow-up processing.

After killing Melty, he will use the corrosive liquid to completely dissolve and gasify the corpse. When the stench dissipates, this world will no longer have this girl who caused him trouble, and the apostle's blame will stop.

In order to survive this relatively special period, Matthews has decided to temporarily suspend the entire organization after this matter, and continue to search for high-quality experimental materials from the academy when the situation is calm a few years later. The girl's current efforts, in his opinion It's just a farce.

People who don't need to die are meddling in their own business because of unnecessary kindness, and they seek their own death for the justice that doesn't exist, and nothing can change the final result.

He will continue to live in the academy as a faculty member, to be respected by the students, and the organization will continue to exist, and only these stupid troublemakers will disappear.

The middle-aged man had a sneer on his face and was about to step into the room when he suddenly noticed that the surrounding area had become a bit cold.

Um?what happened?Why is the indoor temperature lower than the outdoor temperature?

Matthews blinked before he could react. A hand suddenly stretched out from the empty space and grabbed his left arm. The next moment, the chill that froze the soul rushed into him like a flood that opened the gate. Inside the body, the night was separated by the white mist, and a figure suddenly appeared beside Matthews. The young man with golden pupils was smiling, whispering softly in his ear like a god of death.

"You finally came."

"what--!"

The moment he heard the sound, the severe pain finally came, and Matthews screamed suddenly, and understood something that he couldn't believe.

He got hit.

"damn it!"

Amidst the sound of cursing, the middle-aged man made a decisive decision. His unfrozen left shoulder snapped at the root with a muffled sound, and then swelled and exploded. The burst of mana bloomed blood-colored flowers in the air. All of them were blocked, and the rest were swept away by the white mist.

Matthews, who had lost a lot of blood, was pale, clutching his shoulders and gritting his teeth to endure the pain. Right in front of him, the young man who walked out of the mist on his stump and broken arm was smiling.

"Don't hold back, you can call out."

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