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Othinus waved his hand, unwilling to speak further.

Kamijou's curiosity was not satisfied, but that was all he could do.

"Speaking of which, do you remember the bet we made before?"

"What bet? Oh, that one!"

Othinus took out Kamijou's passbook from nowhere, and Kamijou forgot that his lifeline was still kept with Othinus unless she said anything.

"Remember the bet?"

"Uh... As long as the passbook is intact, I will be lucky next time?"

"Well, let's modify it a little bit now."

Othinus threw the passbook, drawing a beautiful parabola.The boy hurriedly took it in his hand.

"It's too difficult to make you lucky. Why don't you change it to 'As long as the passbook is not damaged today, your luck will return to its original state'. What do you think?"

"So casual, you..."

Kamijou Touma was halfway through speaking, and suddenly thought of the other party's identity and that power.

His tone trembled a little.

"Really?"

"Of course, if it's someone else, I can give him happiness directly. But you are different, you also have the power of the 'demon god' level now, I can't directly interfere, so I can only do it through this roundabout way."

Othinus tapped the passbook in Kamijou's hand with his finger.

"This is your luck for the rest of your life, so protect it well."

Chapter 46. The Wizard's Store

"How about we go back?"

Kamijou swallowed, holding his 'luck for the rest of his life', feeling the weight of it.

He felt that it would be more appropriate for him to go home now and put this thing in the safe.

But Othinus refused in a very flat tone.

"If you back off now, I will immediately destroy your 'luck for the rest of your life'."

"why!!"

"It's not about the passbook, it's about your thoughts. The passbook is just a medium. You need to overcome the idea of ​​'today is unfortunate' in your heart. The more you are afraid of misfortune, the more dangerous you are."

Othinus directly stated the words, this is an experiment of psychological suggestion.

Believing in yourself is the only way.

"My suggestion is, instead of staring at the passbook all the time, it's better to relax and play~~~"

"So, I'm so unlucky today... Othinus? Hey, where's the person?"

Kamijou raised his head to find that the latter had disappeared into the crowd.

"Othinus, wait for me!"

He stuffed the passbook into his pocket and hurried after him.

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Fluffy flowers gradually desire charming eyes.

Or very suitable for the current situation.

Various advertisements are constantly changing on the walls of the flat building, and the arrow symbols on the sidewalk are also dancing.It seems to be something to indicate the direction of the crowd and facilitate the smooth flow of the road.The streetscape and the terrain itself become giant touch-sensitive displays...

It is also for the same purpose, and I have tried my best to get it on the building and the pillar.Flat, curved, although there are all kinds of existence.

But there is no building that utilizes the bump itself as a display method.

Wherever there is a feeling of sparkle.

Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko raised their heads, and they looked at the sky.

It is a huge electronic tree with a height of more than 150 meters. Using the semi-open AR method, it is performing an electronic fireworks show in conjunction with the brilliantly changing colored sky.

Some are like ceiling electronic screens, but in actual viewing, it is much more shocking to cooperate with music.

But the happiness will soon pass. After the brilliant electronic performance, a whole advertisement was pulled out on the electronic tree.

"Thank you for watching, 'Colorful Lighting Company' sincerely invites franchisees..."

Hi, it's still an ad.

Misaka Mikoto rolled her eyes, this thing is really disturbing.

To be honest, her experience with Shirai Kuroko along the way was almost entirely advertising.Although those advertisements give people a good feeling, you can't just watch the advertisements all the time.

As if aware of Misaka Mikoto's feelings, the semi-public AR immediately changed its direction.

Following the directions, Misaka Mikoto saw a map.

"kindness?"

"Small shops operating outside the main block? It feels like an economic experiment planning area for the purpose of integrating local shops in Academy City and foreign large cross-regional group chain stores."

Shirai Heizi also looked over.

"Does Misaka-senpai think there might be a clue here?"

"I don't know, but go and see."

Anyway, I can't find anything meaningful if I stay here.

This area is not far from here, just a turning distance.

I saw small shops lined up on both sides of the slender road, just like the feeling of neatly arranged Morcode, antique shops and shiny chain stores intertwined.

The experiment here is not to examine which side can attract money, but how both parties can share and attract guests equally... and so on.

It's not that the newest stores are necessarily popular. For example, ramen restaurants and sushi restaurants, even if there are a lot of gorgeous stores around, customers will patronize such old-fashioned stores. What we want here is not "general theory" but It is the analysis of the 'actual value' level, and pursues the actual effect.

"This design seems to mean that people will be interested in the store just by passing through it? Maybe Feng Shui is also applied."

Misaka Mikoto looked over and found that there were quite a few human beings.

However, her gaze stayed in one place.

Compared with the mainstream magicians, Buddhism, Taoism, Shintoism or more technology company stores on the street, this store is too outstanding.

【Authentic wizard sect from South America】

South America?

wizard?

Misaka Mikoto instantly thought of the Aztec mythology of the Indian tribe. The wizards there were basically concentrated in the Latin American generation, and rarely left for other branches.

It was the first time she had seen someone from this ability user faction come to Academy City.

Although Miqin was stunned for a while, but once the initial shock was over,

Curiosity is also gushing.

To be honest, she didn't have any clues at first, so she might as well come here to try her luck.

As if being sucked in, Mikoto turned to the direction of the shop.

The sliding door opened.

It's amazing inside.

Similar to the structure inside a Japanese convenience store.

The interior is clean and modern, and the goods are also placed on the shelves.

But the things placed there feel like they shouldn't be there at all.

On the magazine storage rack is a mysterious handwritten ancient book on parchment that records the bird language of an unknown country.

In the glass-windowed refrigerated cabinet that covered one wall, instead of plastic bottles were bottles containing mysterious liquids collected from snakes, insects, and the like.

In the thermal insulation container next to the cash register, for some reason, there is a row of small dried animal heads.

It's like entering a wild world covered with a layer of modern society.

"Yo, there's a guest here."

A cold voice came from near the cash register, and Misaka and Shirai's hearts clenched suddenly - the two of them didn't even notice that there was someone beside the cash register just now.

She/he was clearly there all the time.

But it wasn't until she/he spoke that she/him was found.

"Ms. Academy City's two artificial ability users, what do you need to buy?"

Standing behind the counter, the unidentifiable brown-haired beauty with short emerald eyes glanced at Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko with cold emerald eyes.

The two of them instantly felt a shiver in their backs, as if they were glanced at by a snake-like creature.

Misaka Mikoto shook her hand to dispel the cold feeling.

"Then, what do you do here? What exactly are your products here?"

Point to the dried bats and dead snakes that have replaced biscuits and drinks.

"Those are talismans, the god of death, the blessing of the god of flood."

The tea-haired beauty raised the corners of her mouth stiffly. She/he seemed to be trying to express kindness, but her/his eyes didn't move at all.

Like a robot.

Chapter 47. Advice from the store manager

Weird, but don't know what's wrong.

If Shokuhou Misaki had come, he might have seen something.But Misaka Mikoto just felt that the shop owner was a little abnormal.

But still the same sentence, there are all kinds of strange people and things in the world of capable people.

As long as it is not malicious behavior, it can be ignored.

"The God of Flood, and the God of Death...are they Aztec wizards?"

"The part you are referring to is the amulet of Inca mythology, which is completely different from the Aztec mythology system."

"Forehead."

Misaka was a little embarrassed, she only knew a little bit about magic.I don't know much about the wizarding genre in America.

But the owner didn't care.

"It's okay, it's my duty as the shopkeeper to explain clearly to the guests."

They also seemed to feel that their smiles were too fake, and all the shopkeepers withdrew their robotic smiles, but moved their eyes at almost undetectable angles.

"The Americas have had several civilizations for thousands of years, and they have inherited and influenced each other. Although they are all clear to professionals, but to outsiders, it seems that there is no way to distinguish Japan, Korea and China. It’s the same as the cultural product of our country. Let’s not talk about people on the scientific side, even those magicians in Europe, most of them don’t know who came first from the Olmec era to the Aztec era.”

"Actually, magicians have the same view on Academy City. They still regard things in comic books as real. No matter how powerful Academy City is, it is impossible to create a weapon that can destroy the solar system. "

Shirai seemed to think of something, and echoed the manager's words.

"This is not the first time I have seen conflicts and jokes due to prejudice and misunderstanding."

Misaka Mikoto waved her hand, she didn't intend to get entangled in these issues of cultural barriers, but spoke directly.

"The store manager... I have something off topic, can I ask you?"

Mr. or Mrs., Misaka weighed it up, but gave up.

The beautiful store manager's pupils turned uncontrollably.

"please say."

"Have you noticed anything weird about this Ability User Summer Festival, um?"

"Yes we have."

"Well, it seems... Huh?"