Please listen to the voice of black magic

"Mr. Detective, you look thin. I didn't expect you to be so heavy. It's time to lose weight."

Annan dragged Antonio, who was still unable to move, with some difficulty, and walked little by little to the golden door leading to reality.

Antonio, who didn't have the strength to speak yet, could only be at the mercy of Annan.

Now that Antonio's hair has fallen away and his body shape has returned to normal, otherwise it would definitely be heavier and more difficult to drag away.

Duran was covered in blood. Marquez dragged his steps slowly behind the two of them.

His condition was indeed not good, but he was still able to move around on his own without Annan's help.

"Really opened..."

Seeing the unusual golden door appearing in the middle of the corridor, Duran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Annan, but he had to see it with his own eyes to truly feel at ease.

"Mr. Detective, it may hurt a little, bear with it, it's up to me! Let's go!"

Annan used both hands to lift Antonio from his armpits, and then threw him into the golden door a little roughly.

With a thud, Antonio barely managed to land on his back, evenly.

"Professor Dulan, you go in first."

Annan did not walk through the golden door.

He had a feeling that if he went in and returned to reality now, this golden door would probably be closed directly.

Duran nodded, tried hard to speed up his pace, and finally passed through the corridor and entered the golden door.

"What a shame. Let's explore next time when we're ready."

Annan looked back at the huge red moon outside the window one last time, and then stepped into the golden door that looked like a work of art.

Just like what he felt, when he stepped into reality, before he could stand, the golden door behind him quickly closed, and then faded and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

Annan, who had already had a premonition, turned around quickly and tried to touch the golden door that turned into a phantom.

His hand went straight through the golden door and touched nothing.

Just like that, the Golden Gate disappeared completely as if it had never existed.

"The golden door of the Golden Witch cannot be regarded as a real object. It is a magic with a limited duration, a spell that exists in the shape of an object. It is probably because it was used twice by you, the door opener, and it reached its limit. And it will be eliminated automatically."

As a professor at the Magic Academy and a witch familiar with gold, Duran was not surprised that the Golden Gate would disappear immediately after they left.

"What a pity. It would have been better if it could last longer or be used more often. Professor Dulan, do you know the spell of this Golden Gate?"

Annan turned to look at the old-looking man who had sat on the ground at some point.

Duran shook his head weakly.

"This is a spell unique to the Golden Witch. Outsiders don't even know the existence of this spell..."

"Okay, you should take a good rest first. I'll go out and check the situation."

Annan could naturally see that the magic professor was tired. Anyway, there would be opportunities to contact him in the future. He could listen to relevant explanations in the future.

Now, it's better to leave here first.

Annan took out his unused pistol, ran outside the cabin, and then moved in the direction Dulan had said before.

After walking out of the abandoned factory, Annan quickly came to the abandoned area that was supposed to be the parking lot.

He continued through the abandoned parking lot, walked to the woods further back, turned in a circle, and found a car hidden in it.

This is a car that Duran hid here.

"It should be this car. Fortunately, it was not discovered or stolen."

Annan came to the gray car, took out the car key that Dulan had given him before from his pocket, and successfully opened the door.

"That's right, it is indeed the magic professor's car."

Annan got into the driver's seat and started the car a little unaccustomed.

He also had a driver's license in his previous life, but he just didn't have a car of his own. Although the two worlds were different, the starting and driving methods of the vehicle were similar. Within a few minutes, he successfully drove away.

Annan carefully drove the car through the abandoned land, went around in circles a few times, and finally successfully found a road without obstacles. He drove the car into the abandoned factory and came to the cabin.

"I'm back!"

Annan got out of the car. He first moved the detective, who seemed to have recovered from his injuries but still couldn't move, into the back seat of the car, and then helped the weak magic professor get into the passenger seat.

"Well, your driving skills should be good, right?"

Dulan looked at the young man sitting next to him in the driver's seat, feeling a little uneasy.

"How about I do it..."

"Don't worry. Although I don't have a license plate, it's okay. You old man, just rest first."

Annan felt that if he really let this frail old man drive, they might get into a car accident before long.

It's better for him to drive without a license here. Although he hasn't driven a car for a long time, he is much better than the other two anyway.

"Tell me where to go."

"Okay, now, let's go to my house first."

Duran gave the address of his home.

Annan nodded, then expressed that he had no idea how to get there.

It would be nice if he knew the roads of this city, but unfortunately he doesn't.

"Professor Dulan, I'd like to ask you to show me the way."

"OK……"

Ignoring the smooth driving process along the way, Annan arrived at his destination, Dulan's home, without incident, about thirty minutes later.

Dulan lives quite close to the suburbs. His home is a large bungalow, which is usually used as half a magic workshop.

There are not many neighbors around this residential area. It is a very quiet residence. It seems that most of the people living nearby are elderly people.

Annan drove the car into the garage smoothly, and then moved Antonio, who was still lying dead, to the sofa in the living room, and then he could finally relax and rest.

Dulan had already taken out the medical kit at home. He took off his upper body clothes and began to apply medicine and bandage on himself.

Annan glanced over there curiously. There were scars all over the magic professor's body, as if he had been deliberately abused. Although the bleeding had indeed stopped and scabs formed, it was impossible to recover easily no matter how hard he thought.

"Fortunately, I took a month's special leave from the Magic Academy..."

After initially taking care of his injuries, Duran sighed.

"Annan, could you please pour me a glass of water? Next, it's time to talk about what happens next..."