Soul of Negary

"That's right, I just arrived today." Negri raised his head and looked at the young man who called himself Loge Clevis. He looked at it carefully before saying.

"Then how do you feel about Mobis Academy?" Logue asked impatiently. He could faintly perceive the specialness revealed by Negri, and he had found too many problems in the Academy recently, but he was willing to help him There are too few people, and he hopes to find some like-minded partners.

"Well, it's a good place to learn. As for other things, people's curiosity shouldn't be so strong, it's easy to cause problems." Negri raised his brows and seemed to warn Logue. Just ignore Logue.

"Sorry to interrupt." Logue said a little embarrassedly, and seemed to concentrate on eating lunch.

In the silence, Negri quickly finished his lunch and put away the small bottle of oil next to it. This move caught Logue's attention, and his high spiritual sense made him aware of the golden bottle. Oil is special.

This kind of perception beyond ordinary people simply gives Logue a sense of superiority beyond all living beings. It was just a few months ago that his ability was awakened. Yes, he was awakened. Logue was sure that he did not use the wrong word. It was his innate ability, and when it woke up, he realized that he was different.

He can perceive things that other people can't perceive, and he can see the spirits that occasionally appear in the city, a little prophetic premonition, some mysterious whispers in his ears, all of which make Logue feel different.

So when a strange situation happened at Mobis Academy, his first thought was not to escape, but to think that this was his stage, just like the birth of the Demon King, the adventurer went through all kinds of hardships to knock him down and gain wealth and fame.

In other words, because of the ability to wake up, Logue felt that he was the protagonist.

Looking at Negri who was far away, Logue squinted at Negri's pocket, where the bottle of oil that gave him a strange feeling was there.

"How's the situation, Logue, is that person that kind of person?" At this time, a voice interrupted Logue's thinking. It was his best friend Randil, who is also a member of their current abnormal removal team, one of the few Be willing to believe him, and work with him to inquire about the abnormal companions of the academy.

"That auditor does have a special place, and he should investigate it again when he finds a time." Logue responded with a smile. The kind of people Randier said were the mysteries, those who mastered magic.

Negri was walking on the road, and he almost didn't have to feel it, he found that there was a person following him behind him, and the level of tracking was full of mistakes, and only they thought they had not been discovered.

Sure enough, the ability of these students is not worth looking forward to.

Negri returned to the dormitory and took the bottle of oil he was carrying in his hand. The contents here were the corpse oil he had extracted from several corpses in the sewer. Those corpses had all practiced the same track before their death. Magic, their bodies have changed, and the corpse oil Negri extracted from their bodies can bring Negri a certain magic power.

Even with certain magic rituals, Negri could inherit his magic practice progress from the corpse, but Negri did not do that, and now it is just right to have a certain amount of magic power.

"However, that little guy might be able to use this thing." Negri looked at the bottle of unused corpse oil, put it on the table in the dormitory, and then opened the tool kit and gave it to the little guy, then Need to add more.

Putting the conditioned corpse oil in the bag, and hiding the other materials, Negri went out. He knew very well the mental state of someone like Logue who got the ability.

They will think that they are the protagonists, they have a sense of responsibility and a sense of mission, and all disasters need him to save, for this reason everything he does is just, and they act recklessly for this just goal.

Like stealing things he thinks will help him.

Negri's outing was seen by the stalker who thought he was hiding well,

He hurriedly returned to the cafeteria, saw Logue, and panted, "I've confirmed where he lives, and he left just now. It looks like he won't be back in a short time."

"Very well, I can confirm that the auditor has a special place. The current campus is full of various dangers. For thousands of students, for our beautiful campus, for the three professors and fifteen students who died the day before yesterday, We have to do something!" Logue patted his companion on the shoulder and said impassively.

In Logue's heart, he also looked down on Negri. He was indeed a rubbish person. Even if he had obtained his identity now, he would not be a gentleman.

So Logue quickly followed Negri's companion and came to Negri's dormitory. At this moment, his spiritual sense noticed that there was something in there that was attracting him.

Under the cover of the extremely abnormal removal team, Logue got into the window that Negri did not close on purpose, and then opened Negri's handbag following his spiritual sense, and saw the bottle of corpse oil inside.

The magic inside has become active under Negri's seasoning, and has a fatal attraction to Logue, who has a very high spiritual sense but is already ordinary.

Looking at the bottle of corpse oil, the color of the scene in Logue's eyes began to change and distort, and some pictures emerged from the corpse oil. It was a few distorted figures, and they seemed to be casting some magic.

"Take me away, take me away, please help me!!!" Those figures were begging frantically, and the Logue who could observe them became their outlet, with extremely strong fear and fear. Pray, hit Logue's heart directly.

Logue, who has had some experience, knows that these figures are the spirits of some people, they are not the souls of human beings, they are just some human consciousness and memory, mixed with the existence of some power.

Only a small number of people who have strong emotions or are affected by special factors can produce spirits, and whether people live or die, they have the possibility to produce spirits.

A few months ago, when Lingjue had just woken up, he discovered that a classmate used a psychic ritual that he obtained from nowhere to give birth to a spirit from his body.

However, the classmate committed suicide for unknown reasons not long after, and he looked for where the psychic ritual was, but he couldn't find it.

Holding the corpse oil tightly in his hand, Logue did not hesitate. Since the classmate was unwilling to contribute to the academy, it was also for his own good to put away this thing by himself. After all, defending the academy was protecting him. Logue thought so, and hurriedly secretly out of Negri's dormitory.

At this time, Negri was walking into the library of the academy, pulled out a book, and saw a distorted face on the opposite side through the gap in the bookshelf.

The strange thing is that at that speed, Negri got so close without hearing any footsteps.

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