People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

But Ryori Hasekura can't do anything, as if his body is not his own, he is just a soul trapped in this "cage", unable to control this shell at all.

Although Rengli Hasekura couldn't confirm his location through his eyesight, judging from the subtle noises of the surrounding environment, the slight smell of leather inside the car, and the slight shaking sensation under his body, he might be in a vehicle right now.

There is a vague feeling that there are dazzling lights passing by quickly, as if the vehicle is passing through the downtown area quickly, and Hasekura Lengli is lying flat on the back seat.

(I have to do something.)

Hasekura Lengli believed so, she wanted to move her hands and feet, but she couldn't feel them, as if her hands and feet were broken.

Struggling to move, although Hasekura Lengli couldn't feel it himself, he could find out from the slight changes in his body that his hands and feet were actually moving, but he didn't feel any tactile feedback.

Little by little, Hasekura Ryori's field of vision moved to the roof of the car.

What appears to be the interior of some kind of RV?

Hasekura Lengli felt that his head was hanging in the air, and he was about to roll off the seat.

And it was at this moment that he seemed to be caught by a hand.

Judging from the touch from the neck, it seemed that it was a woman's wrist that caught him.

"Can you still move? Mark, your spell has failed?"

"I think it should be that this child is born with extraordinary resistance to this kind of consciousness isolation technique, just like driving a wedge between the gear sets. If the torque and strength of the gear set are greater, then the wedge will be crushed directly. The number of cases is no longer rare, although I did not try my best."

He found that he woke up but the other party didn't respond, and he seemed to not care whether he was awake or not.

Moreover, Hasekura Lengli realized that there was no hostility in the tone of the confrontation, and the relaxed tone really didn't look like a group of kidnappers should have.

"who are you......"

Hasekura Lengli didn't know whether what he said was French or Japanese, or if it was just a chaotic murmur of inarticulate speech.

Feeling her body being flattened on the seat again by the woman, the soft female voice specially chose Japanese to talk to Hasekura Ryori.

"We were invited by Mr. Sigurd to protect you. But because of the special circumstances, we can only take you away in a slightly rough way."

"why......"

Hasakura Lengri didn't know whether it was because his consciousness was still a little fuzzy or he thought that the other party didn't need to deceive him in this situation, it seemed that he believed the woman's words very simply.

And women also seem to feel that it is easy to go too far, and the various arguments and evidence that were originally prepared seem to be meaningless for a while.

"An underground research institution in France is collecting rough stones for human experiments. But in recent years, no progress has been made."

Mark's voice came from the seat in the front row, and it was also in Japanese in order to take care of the confused Ryori Hasekura.

The man in charge of driving was looking at the rearview mirror and Mark's direction from the corner of his eye.

And Mark paused for a moment, as if adjusting his tone.

"That is to say, the time when the French students Yuancheng demonstrated their abilities this time is when they obtained the 'material' they dreamed of. To put it simply, they are living capable people as samples for research."

Hasekura Lengri rested his right hand on his face, as if he wanted to block the flashing lights outside the car window.

She pondered for a moment before opening her mouth slowly.

"Are you from Academy City?"

"Let's say it's a mercenary, not an official organization."

"Where is Sigurd-kun now?"

"The French side is also actively cooperating with the investigation of the other party's whereabouts. Mr. Sigurd is negotiating with the French upper-level at the Palace of Versailles. In fact, we have not informed France of our actions, so we cannot seek asylum in France."

Hasekura nodded coldly, seeming to understand what Mark said.

After a while, Hasekura Lengri's consciousness was basically clear.

She looked around at this small RV, and asked with some concern.

"Is this vehicle okay? You should have entered the country secretly, right? Driving such a conspicuous vehicle..."

"Don't worry, the exterior of this car is made of..."

Mark's voice was interrupted suddenly, and Hasekura thought coldly that he didn't hear clearly.

Frowning, he focused his attention on Mark's voice as much as possible, and finally heard Mark's voice clearly.

"Using Academy City's second ability user 'Weiyuan Substance' as a protective material, and the first ability as an 'application'. Even if it is directly hit by a missile, there will be no problem. At the same time, this car is registered in France vehicles, so as long as we don’t do weird things we won’t draw attention.”

Hearing this, Hasekura Lengli felt a little relieved.

Her shoulders were relaxed, and her tense brows were also relaxed. It could be seen that the muscles on Hasekura Lengri's face were quite tense just now to concentrate on listening to Mark.

At this time, the front row of the vehicle.

"Mark, is this okay?"

"How did I know that I was suddenly asked to say something like this. In short, hurry up and meet Ms. Birdway and the others at the scheduled location. We will be very passive if we encounter a French magician with this child."

Mark crumpled the small note in his hand and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

On the palm-sized white paper, there are densely packed various technical terms about ability users.

Mark, who was carrying the cheat sheet, and the woman behind him finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Ryori Hasekura fell asleep again due to the remaining effects of the operation.

(It's more troublesome to fool the students of Academy City with science-side things without changing face than to fool Miss Patricia. Fortunately, the effect of the spell has not yet passed, and if you don't bother her, you can probably still use it Get some hours of sleep.)

Mark felt that the moment just now made people more nervous than fighting with the enemy. After all, if Hasekura Lengli noticed something abnormal, it would take a lot of time to explain it later.

Compared with Mark's relatively smooth take away of Hasekura Lengri, Cinderella who raided the hotel one step later was not so lucky...

Chapter 210 Six: Counterattack from "Gold"

Cinderella stood in front of the bed. After confirming that there was no one else in the room, she gently approached someone sleeping on the bed.

In Cinderella's hand is a small gun-shaped syringe.

Cinderella's purpose is not assassination but kidnapping. Compared with the violent methods of using magic and fists, syringes and anesthetics are much milder.

Be careful not to make any noise, Cinderella carefully extended the syringe in her hand to someone in the blanket.

【Behind! 】

The voice of the "writer" named Augustus appeared in Cinderella's mind out of thin air.

Without any hesitation or doubt, Cinderella bounced to one side like a spring, and launched a side kick at an extremely unreasonable angle in mid-air.

And with the help of the faint light coming in through the room's floor-to-ceiling windows and gaps in the curtains, Cinderella proudly saw the face of the attacker.

It was a green human figure with no face, just a "straw man" made of some kind of plant's branches, leaves and vines.

After Cinderella's side kick, the feedback from the hit part is like hitting a pile of autumn leaves.

There were no unnecessary noises or changes. After being kicked into pieces by Cinderella, the green human figure twisted and dissipated in midair like a mirage.

And Cinderella's series of actions only took less than a second to complete.

Just when she was about to retreat, a sense of crisis came from behind her.

The gun of "pong" sounded on the dead floor.

On the big soft bed, a woman was sitting up from the quilt.

She wears a short skirt, an open-necked top, and a glove that reaches to her upper arm on her right hand and a lace glove on her left.

The left glove is pink, while the right is white on the front and black on the back.

On the woman's left hand is a ring with engraved letters, and at this time the left hand is playing with bangs, while on the right hand is the black metal block that still has residual heat.

"Is it finally here? To be honest, if you were later, I would have fallen asleep. Heh~"

Yawning, the woman rubbed her eyes.

Cinderella didn't dare to be careless, and chose to retreat temporarily to keep a distance from the opponent.

(The green thing just now has the same taste as the mercenary's spell...)

Cinderella didn't feel good. The person who came with Sigurd should be an ability user of Academy City, but at this time she turned into a magician of the "golden" lineage.

If it's not that Cinderella went to the wrong hotel, then there is only one possibility.

"Little girl is quite fast. I thought my 'Earth Spirit Body' would be able to solve any sleep problems in one go. It seems that I can't go to bed early tonight."

"The old lady of the pumpkin carriage! Please give me the trial of the glass slipper! Please give me the stern and cruel trial of the glass slipper that made my self-willed and hypocritical mother and sister fall into the abyss of infinite despair... "

Cinderella has no intention of talking nonsense with the other party. Since her actions have been exposed, staying here for too long will only increase unnecessary risks.

Since the opponent is a magician of the "golden" lineage, it means that it is very likely that Sigurd is under him. If Sigurd comes back at this time, let alone Cinderella herself has no confidence Fighting against each other, in the current two-on-one situation, they are still the "golden" members participating in the cooperation. Cinderella can basically foresee that she will be torn apart in an instant.

"The story of 'Small Foot Fit' is not a French version of Cinderella."

Without retreating or interrupting Cinderella's spell, sitting cross-legged on the big bed and fiddling with the metal block in his hand, the "golden" magician continued talking boredly.

"The old lady, pumpkin and crystal appeared for the first time in the French writer Charles Perrault's version, but the plot of 'Small Foot Fit' is indeed the Brothers Grimm's version, intentionally combining two Cinderellas that should be 'parallel' in one Together, did you ever think that something bad would happen?"

Cinderella ignored the other party and continued to perform her own spells.

The unnatural atmosphere spread around Cinderella, and the "enchantment" that was only allowed to exist the size of Cinderella's feet, that is, a size of 22, instantly covered the room.

"Huh? Is it only to this extent?"

Nothing changed, obviously the spell was activated successfully, but the woman sitting on the bed did not change at all.

There are nothing more than two possibilities that lead to this order.

Either the opponent's feet happened to be exactly the same size as Cinderella's, or it could only be that the opponent had a way to resist Cinderella's spell.

For now, Cinderella is more inclined to the second.

The gorgeous crystal slipper hit the ground, and Cinderella's body rushed towards the woman like a cannonball.

Since the spell that restricts the opponent's footsteps can't take effect, then use the simplest and most intuitive hand-to-hand combat to take it down.

"In the story of the Brothers Grimm, Cinderella wore the wishing tree on her mother's grave, and the golden shoes brought good luck. In the end, Cinderella did not forgive her two sisters and stepmother, but instructed the bird to peck them blind. eyes, so that they can only beg for the rest of their lives."

Cinderella's palm had already reached the woman's body, and she could definitely hit her with just a few centimeters forward.

Cinderella did not intend to take the opponent's life, this blow aimed at the opponent's trachea and caused a short-term shock.

"Then why don't you think about what 'gold' stands for?"

The moment the words came to an end, Cinderella didn't have any time to react.

Suddenly, Cinderella felt as if all the strength in her body had been emptied, and she fell forward limply while maintaining a fluttering state in mid-air.