Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

The huge black pool was calm and calm. The filth was as dark as ink and extremely thick. The surface was covered with a large number of cherry blossom petals.

And on top of the terrifying lake where there were countless resentful spirits groaning, there was a girl wearing a crimson witch costume standing on the lake. Her long black hair was tied behind her head, revealing her slender white neck. The bun is decorated with two cherry blossom petals as thin as cicada wings.

Just like this, the girl stepped on the lake with her bare feet. When she walked, her gorgeous witch costume seemed to have blood flowing on her body when the breeze blew.

Although the girl's appearance was beautiful, her stiffness in walking always gave people the impression that she was a corpse, not a person.

As she slowly walked towards the center of the lake step by step, ripples appeared around the lake, as if something was waking up underneath.

Soon, on the dark water around the girl, ten bright red coffins with terrifying auras appeared slowly emerging from the bottom of the water. The filthy and sticky water in the black pool flowed down the rotten coffins on the surface.

One common feature of these coffins is that they are in a state of decay. The coffins are all rotten and you can see that most of them are filled with blood-red crystals.

If Isayama Nomei were here, he would find that these crystals are composed of extremely high concentrations of "killing stone".

The beings inside some coffins were still sleeping without any movement, but the coffin facing the girl with a special coat of arms engraved on its surface was slowly shaking at the moment.

From the damaged coffin, one could see a turbid and dull eye slowly opening in the depths of the crystal wrapped by the "Killing Stone".

"Liu's death is a lesson."

"This is no reason!"

"Oh, it's nothing, I was distracted."

Jingle Bell.

"boss?"

Isayama Nomei was wondering why he suddenly heard a very pleasant and inexplicably familiar ringtone in his ears, and he suddenly calmed down when he heard Fushihei Shiji's voice.

Then the car stepped on the accelerator and disappeared on the street in a very cool manner, leaving only a group of people beside it who were wondering "why the rich women looked down on them".

With each low tone of the bell, a petal slowly fell and dissipated into a wisp of red mist in mid-air.

The contract only serves as a bridge that allows Isayama Norimei to issue orders to Fushiguro Shiji when necessary.

It would be great if it was a big guy like "Uncle Lan" who can't speak and only works silently, but Fuhei Shi'er is a living person or an uncle, so it would be weird for him to move here.

But the coffin carrying Liu's soul was completely shattered and sank forever into the deepest part of the deep "bottom of the abyss".

Although Isayama Nomei asked Fukaku Shiji to sign that crazy contract, there was no need to keep him following.

"Oh, trouble."

Although there was no change in emotion in his tone, it did sound like he was questioning.

Isayama Norimei watched him and soon a call came over to a valuable sports car. Through the car window, he could see that the person driving the car was a mature older sister. As soon as Fushiguro Shiji got in the car, that sister said I couldn't wait to kiss him.

Finding Fuhei Shier as a thug was purely an accident, not a planned change.

"Contact me if you have any questions, boss."

"That vessel has just completed the "ritual" [receiving flesh] and is still unable to carry my power. My body is on the verge of collapse just by activating the technique."

Isayama Nomei, who was mixed in the crowd, said to Fushiguro Shiji who was standing aside.

"Thank you for your hard work these days."

It's like all traces have been buried and nothing has been found. Otherwise, obtaining the Killing Stone will be another way to quickly obtain points.

Isayama Nomei shook his head and stopped a taxi at the intersection.

In addition to killing people like crazy, Fuheishier is also famous for his romantic ways.

When looking at the ruins in the distance, the mansion that once belonged to Sister Ming was now covered with cordons and police vehicles.

"His soul died together with the [vessel]. This has never happened in thousands of years."

Fuhei Shi'er was also quite straightforward. He kicked his hands into his trouser pockets, hunched over his body with a ruffian look, and left without looking back.

"Cui, let's not cause trouble for the time being while we are still recovering."

The name of the container in life was Santuhe Kazuhiro, and the soul occupying the container was Liu.

Isayama Norimei lifted up his sleeves and showed a disgusted expression on his arm. At this moment, there was a blood-red tattoo similar to cherry blossom petals on the skin on the outside of his arm. The texture of the two cherry blossoms was particularly clear.

There were originally twelve coffins here, one belonging to her and one belonging to the white-haired kid who was completely killed by Isayama Nomei before.

After hearing this, the girl with a calm expression finally started to waver a little, and the envy in her eyes flashed away, as if she was yearning for the liberation of death.

At the very least, it must be completely separated from Isayama Norimei's life circle. It would be too conspicuous to hang out with the famous "Heaven and Tyrant" in the magic world.

He was still explaining, but was immediately interrupted by the third coffin on the side, making a sharp sound like a cat jumping when its tail was stepped on.

The clues on the white-haired kid were really completely broken. Isayama Noriaki clearly kept a little bit of the brain tissue but found nothing.

The coffin who spoke at first seemed very dissatisfied and also interrupted his words.

There are also too many enemies of Fushiguro Shiji. Due to his strength, most people just swallow their anger. If Isayama Nomei doesn't want to take advantage of him, they should keep their distance.

"It's my responsibility."

"It turns out that the rumors are all true."

"That's enough, witch ghost."

Chu spoke, her voice full of ethereal feeling.

As soon as this old and thick voice spoke, the lake surface became extremely unstable and became very manic.

"In the ceremony of Lord Shenzi."

"Master, please go to xx Avenue in Nakano District."

"I can feel that the outside world has changed a lot."

Normally, Isayama Nomei thinks it's better to let Fushiguro live his life as he normally does.

"Uncle, please go back first."

At this moment, above the black pool, the Kagura bell was making a clear low sound from nowhere.

Regarding the private life of his subordinates, Isayama Norimei didn't say anything. After all, it was his off-duty time.

Isayama Nomei was used to living alone, so he felt uncomfortable when there was someone next to him.

"Liu is dead, Chu."

This is the petal mark made by Isayama Nomei that looks like a cherry blossom because he was inexplicably attracted by something. After killing the white-haired kid, this petal inexplicably gained an extra petal.

It's not that Isayama Nomei doesn't have a way to remove this thing, but he has to know what it is and make plans in advance.

Before consulting a professional, Isayama Norimei had to go to the Isayama family's head office.