Magician in Type-Moon

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Their clothing varied, but each had a distinct professional style.

Bōsōzoku (motorcycle gangs), overworked office workers, and truant junior high school students.

A strange combination.

But you can't tell from their appearance what their connection is to the monsters they encountered before.

One thing that is noteworthy is that the moment Matouchi appeared, they all shut their mouths at the same time.

Let's not discuss what happened before.

They are on guard against Matou Pond.

Matou Ike didn't intend to bother with them, after all, these people had already booked their tickets to hell.

After leaving this place, we continued to walk through the alleyways and corners, which were quite lively.

Just a slight turn and you'll see several people gathered together smoking, drinking, and chatting.

But none of them were on drugs.

The only thing these people had in common was that they stopped speaking when Matouchi appeared.

They looked like perfectly uniform dolls.

Just like what I experienced in Matouchi over the past two weeks.

Previously, Matou Ike simply thought these guys were just being wary, since there's a saying that there's always a distance between people.

The Wall of the Heart is no joke.

But now it seems that this unified approach is almost like having a sense of territory.

An unfamiliar wild beast inadvertently entered the lion pride's territory, and the lions were issuing a warning to him in a subtle yet powerful way.

"Has it already formed something like an organization?" Matou Ike muttered to himself as he walked.

“I feel it’s more like a religion; after all, even organizations have people who don’t follow the rules,” Angra Mainyu suggested.

Matou Ike nodded: "So do you think they're deliberately targeting me, or are they doing this to everyone?"

“We’ll only know once we try,” Angra Mainyu replied.

That's true; you only know once you try it.

Reaching a deserted corner, Matou Ike stopped, stood still, her eyes slightly burning, and scanned her surroundings.

He then disappeared into the shadows around the corner, where the black mud unique to Angra Mainyu surged and enveloped Matou Ike's body.

In an instant, Matou Ike's appearance and clothes changed to something else, and even the smell on his body changed to curry.

They then re-entered the public eye.

As expected, instead of waiting silently as before, those people surrounded them.

"Brother, is this your first time here? Are you buying medicine?"

Chapter 194 A Name as Romantic as a French Poet

"Medicine? What medicine?" Matou Ike asked with a grin as he looked at the crowd that had gathered around him.

The leader pulled a stamp-like object from his pocket; it was entirely red.

It is obvious that this is a drug similar to LSD, a hallucinogen that is smeared on a stamp-sized piece of paper and then enjoyed on the tongue.

But the thing in front of him had no connection with medicine anymore. Matou Ike had an urge to snatch it and put it in his mouth after just one glance.

This isn't even about smell or anything else; it can even affect the visual aspect to some extent.

It's practically the same as a hint magic trick.

"Is this really medicine?" Matouchi took the small "stamp" from the leader's hand.

Hold it up in front of you and examine it closely.

"Of course, this is ten thousand times better than that junk out there."

"Yes, yes, once you experience it, you'll know what it truly means to fly."

......

"Eat it quickly!"

"Eat it!"

"Eat it!"

The group surrounding Matou Pond gradually shifted their tone from persuasive to urgent, their voices filled with fervor and eagerness, and they even began to shout in unison.

Under such intimidation from the crowd, any ordinary person trapped here, no matter how much they resisted, would probably put it in their mouth.

"Eat it quickly!" Their voices grew more urgent, as if everyone shared the same voice and the same will.

Matou Ike scanned the surrounding crowd and noticed that some people were already unable to resist moving closer to him.

"Can I take it home to eat?" Matou Ike asked the leader with a smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the crowd that had been shouting stopped, turning their gazes toward the so-called leader, seemingly waiting for him to speak.

The burly man frowned, chuckled in a low voice, and then stared intently at Matou Ike with his cylindrical eyes:

"You can't reason with a damned devil. Since you're unwilling to join us, then become our tribute!"

"Tribute!"

"Make him a tribute!"

"To be the blood food of the adults!"

The atmosphere, which had just eased, rose again, as if making Matou Pond a tribute was more attractive to them than having it join their ranks.

Everyone was eager to rush forward and grab Matou Ike's body.

But the burly man reached out and pressed him down, then turned to Matou Ike and said:

"You seem like a smart man. If you know what's good for you, come with me."

After he finished speaking, the crowd that had surrounded him parted to make way for him.

The burly man then glanced at Matouchi and gestured for him to walk ahead.

Such a suggestion was of course no objection to Matou Ike, who also wanted to see what the other party was up to.

And so, one after the other, Matouchi, guided by the burly man, continued to advance into the depths of darkness.

The two didn't say much along the way, just walked silently, but Matou Ike's mind was not as quiet as the outside world.

"This guy looks like he's got you cornered," Angra Mainyu teased.

"This guy's aura is very similar to that of the person in the banquet center at the last location. He's already reached the superhuman level, so of course he won't be afraid of an ordinary male high school student like me." Matou Ike curled his lip.

Angra Mainyu nodded and said, "Indeed, but he seems to remain conscious, which is quite different from those monsters."

"They're probably full. Didn't you notice that their bellies are slightly bloated? There was even one person picking his teeth with his fingernails just now."

Angra Mainyu didn't pay attention to these things. He had always been a carefree person, and he would only observe people he cared about in detail.

However, Matou Ike's words did serve as a reminder to him:

"In other words, once these things fill their stomachs, they can break free from their madness and become no different from normal people?"

"Naturally, this is probably the main reason why they went undetected for half a month! It is also one of the reasons why they were able to escape my investigation."

Matouchi focused primarily on observing her surroundings and didn't delve into a detailed analysis of these issues with Angela Manuel; she simply gave a brief overview.

Meanwhile, Angra Mainyu was still incessantly analyzing the strange behavior of these people:

"Then perhaps your previous speculation can be confirmed. These things are indeed similar to the Dead Apostles, and they can form a relatively systematic management team."

Matou Ike did not respond to Angela Manuel, for he had now entered a dead end.

There was no deviation or anything like that; everything was done according to the instructions of the burly man behind them.

"A hidden barrier?" Matou Ike half-closed his eyes and sensed it.

The magic remained perfectly still; it was a barrier without any obvious flaws. There were only three magicians in this city of Guanbuzi who could set up such a barrier.

"The road ahead is blocked. Which way should we go?" Matou Ike turned around and asked the burly man.

"Just wait, there's another lucky guy who's become a tribute just like you. We'll leave when he comes."

The burly man seemed unwilling to say more, and Matou Ike didn't want to embarrass himself by trying to strike up a conversation. He quietly waited for the arrival of the other lucky person the burly man had mentioned.

Time passed second by second, and several people even went in and out of the dead wall blocking Matou Ike's way. The people who came out all had a great sense of satisfaction on their faces.

It felt like experiencing the happiest thing in the world.

Their appearance made Matou Ike even more curious about the things inside this barrier.

Finally, the lucky one was carried over, but his experience seemed less peaceful than that of Matou Ike.

They must have been captured after resisting.

"Sanye, why are you so slow? Does it really take this long to catch a single blood prey?" the burly man mocked the newcomer.

"This kid can run pretty fast. If the offerings didn't have to be intact, I wouldn't have wasted so much time." The newcomer wasn't angry at being mocked, but just complained a little.

While the two were talking, Matou Ike observed the new duo.

A woman in her late twenties, and a man about the same age as Matou Ike.

The woman's appearance was very ordinary, even somewhat ugly.

But the man she was carrying on her shoulder, who was still struggling, piqued Matou Ike's interest.

She was slender with ordinary black hair and wore black-rimmed glasses, but her pupils were different from those of most East Asians; they were blue.

It was that man named Mikiya Kurogiri, a man whose name sounded as romantic as a French poet's, the guy who would be able to freely enter and exit the Root in the future.

I never expected to run into him here.

Chapter 195 The killing begins

"Now that everyone's here, let's go in. I'm starving."