Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

Chapter 99 Please, I want to be a human being (fifth update, please give me your first decision)

The Jinde area, less than 20 kilometers northeast of Kamiyama City, is surrounded by lush mountains.

These areas are within the sphere of influence of the Chitanda family, the actual controller of Kamiyama City, so warning signs are written on the barbed wire fences.

"Private area, no entry."

The sky was covered with a barrier that even a spellcaster could hardly distinguish, like a thick layer of clouds, completely covering the entire place.

A large piece of flat land was reclaimed halfway up a mountain, where a small white manor stood quietly on it. The entire manor is gray and white, and it is a European-style villa.

Through the fence, you can clearly see a small area of ​​rice, vegetables, corn and other common vegetables grown inside. There are quite a lot of lush tea leaves planted in rows on the sloping hillside, and the growth is very gratifying.

But the strange thing is that the scarecrow on the hillside does not seem to be made of straw.

There was a man in the field who was wearing a straw hat and dressed in a style that was very different from the luxurious manor here. It didn’t match the middle-aged man who was dressed like an old farmer in the countryside.

He was holding a mobile phone in one hand, with a gentle smile on his face and hearty laughter from time to time. It looked like he was video chatting with someone.

There is a wide road at the entrance of the manor that leads to the road outside. It is the only channel here to connect with the outside world.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car engine on the road, and the sound came from far away and soon reached the door.

Don't pretend to be a dog, or become green, who can withstand this?

Even though he was in the field, he was not injured at all because of the protection of the [Scarab Terminator], and he still had time to take care of Noctua.

Suddenly the door to the room opened at this time, and it was Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie.

He really begged.

Before the memory fragment, Isayama Norimei issued an order to the [Scarab Terminator] to tear apart the realm after disarming the Terminator armor.

Fortunately, the benefits obtained this time were also quite amazing, which could soothe his mood.

"Hey, Xian Ming! We're here to see you."

"You're not even polite to me."

But this consumption is really high

In addition, his savings exceeded one million, and he could afford a C-level simulation.

"No, we haven't had time to notify you yet."

A total of 290 durability points were lost.

Countless ghosts emerged from behind the middle-aged man, and the spooky spells of the demons and demons suddenly lowered the surrounding temperature by several degrees. It was obvious that the impact of this incident on him was far more important than attracting the attention of the Conjurers Association.

"By the way, you didn't inform my family about my hospitalization."

He said through gritted teeth

"what happened!"

Let me tell you a cold joke: The average number of visits to the hospital by a conjurer is not as high as the probability of his colleagues lying in the morgue.

Thinking of this, Isayama Kenmei clicked on the Warhammer Simulator and clicked to check the point balance.

【1010890 points】

One of the two replied

"Looks like you're in good spirits!"

Even a tattoo of Peppa Pig would be better for Isayama Norimei than that tattoo, after all, that thing is linked to the "Lord of Natural Disasters" Nine Tails.

"You're crazy, you don't want to die!"

Isayama Nomei breathed a sigh of relief, his old face saved.

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man took the hoe he had used for farming and put it away in the tool room. He took off his gloves and asked

"What is the reason why the barrier was triggered?"

"I really thought my Chitanda family was easy to bully."

Doesn’t this mean that Isayama Norimei’s balance suddenly exceeded seven digits!

"What does it matter? Anyway, you also know how low the occupancy rate of the Affiliated Hospital of Curse College is."

Just once, he wants to be a man!

The middle-aged man hung his hat on the wall, as if he were deciding what to eat tonight.

Xia Youjie shook his head

Gojo Satoru opened the door and greeted Isayama Nomei energetically.

The person holding him said in a stern voice:

What now?

Isayama Nomei earned nearly 770,000 points from the Magic College alone today, which is faster than robbing a bank.

"Satoru, lower your voice!"

Although it was Isayama Norimei's first time fighting a special curse spirit, the result was also without any suspense.

After all, [Scarab Terminator] is too supermodel for the strong men in this world.

"Unfamiliar ceiling..."

[You get 200,000 points, and you get a total of 400,000 points by killing the special magic spirit X2 for the first time]

Isayama Nomei sighed. He was really distressed. He would be willing to repair this durability even if it was 10,000 or 10,000, but the problem was that this durability could not be repaired at all.

"speak."

Hearing what her father said, the girl on the phone sounded complaining.

"This is the second time this month. Is the Conjurer Association testing my bottom line?"

"Don't hold me back if you want to die. The head of the house is on the phone with the eldest lady."

Originally, Isayama Nomei's guess for killing an ordinary special-level curse spirit was around 100,000, but now it seems that he underestimated the strength of this special-level curse spirit.

"Hey, I obviously still have a lot of questions."

This is the point gain gained by Nori Isayama from killing the cursed spirit, a total of 400,000 points.

That's too shameful. Even Isayama Nomei can't afford to lose face like this.

"That's good."

"Forgive me Airu, next time."

The caller also noticed the two uninvited guests, so he smiled apologetically at the girl on the phone.

That kind of power can be called the pinnacle of a curse spirit, a true special-level curse spirit.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly

"Something happened to the sacred tree"

Xia Youjie reminded

"This is a hospital."

A worry is over.

"Remember to bury my tea leaves in the land. The fertility of the land has been a bit weak recently."

It requires the supreme wizards in the Thousand Sons Legion to use the forbidden scarlet spell to repair it. How could Isayama Norimei have this condition?

"Well, that's settled!"

Originally, Uncle Lan's [Durability: 1180/189000] value was 1180 points, but now it has dropped directly to 890 points.

Gojo Satoru calmly sat down on the chair next to Isayama Nomei's bed, picked up an apple that the nurse had probably washed and placed beside the bed, and started to nibble on it.

After Ken Isayama meditated on something, he immediately rolled up his sleeves. The familiar tattoo on his arm had disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's it, let's kill him."

When he saw that his daughter was a little unhappy, the good father immediately promised

"When you come home during the summer vacation, daddy will ask a professor from the Agricultural University to teach you how to grow rice, okay?"

Isayama Norimei had just pretended to be fake in front of his uncle, and he was admitted to the hospital that night.

Isayama Nomei, who was lying on the hospital bed, finally woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes and sat up, still a little dazed.

"Eru, I have something to deal with. Let's talk about today's "tea cultivation" tomorrow."

When the two entered the manor and saw the kind middle-aged man, one of them wanted to step forward quickly, but was held tightly by the other man.

"Okay then, see you dad."

This time the cursed spirit is not the true body of the "Lord of Natural Disasters" Nine Tails, it should just be its clone or something like that. It is hard to imagine how many points it would have if it were the true body.

Good guy, it really broke through seven digits and reached the million mark.

When he first saw Chitanda Eru, he never thought that he would create such a terrible thing.

Then there was the sound of a car stalling, and two men in black suits gently pushed open the iron fence and walked into the manor.

"Sir, there is one more thing."

Isayama Nomei counted carefully, for fear of making a mistake.

That humanoid cursed spirit is definitely Isayama Norimei's most powerful cursed spirit he has seen so far, except for the terrifying cherry blossom tree.

As for C-level simulation, Isayama Norimei has a small wish.

"Although he was disguised as a tourist who entered by mistake, my subordinates have found out that he was sent by the Spell Masters Association."

Wait, that's what it looks like.

Apparently not long ago Isayama Norimei was still worried about not being able to come up with the simulation fee of 100,000 points and running around.

"By the way, Xian Ming, I have something good to tell you."

Gojo Satoru said to Isayama Nomei with a proud look on his face.

"You are now a hero who has successfully defeated the special curse spirit and saved the Curse Academy!"

There is still one chapter to be written, thank you for your support