People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

And the picture came to a coffee shop in the college garden...

"Eh? Shokuhou-san intends to decline the invitation from the management committee?"

"How do I say it, I don't mean to challenge at all~"

Shokuhou Misaki took a sip of the black tea in the cup and said, and beside her were the girls who belonged to the "Shokuhou faction" in Tokiwa Taichung.

"Actually, it's not impossible to do it, but the feeling of being Misaka's substitute is very unpleasant. Besides, rather than going by myself, I would rather see that researcher on stage?"

Shokuhou Misaki answered the girls' questions.

What's interesting is that many of them have stayed in the talent house before, but now it seems that they don't seem to remember that there was a place called "the talent house".

Although Sigurd had been in charge of a man-made house before, there were actually only a few people who had a good relationship with him.

If you really want to say "good relationship", it should be the girls of "Dark May Project".

"Speaking of which, that guy Mi Ant and Xiao Qianye are gone?"

Holding a knife and fork in his hand, he slowly planned to cut a cake in front of him, but suddenly Shokuhou Misaki felt as if the knife in his hand had touched the table.

(I cut crooked?)

With this thought in mind, Shokuhou Misaki looked carefully in front of him, not so much that the cut was crooked, but that the plate with the cake was missing!

"That's not acceptable! Having said that, didn't the queen eat one just now!"

"Hey! It's alright, eat one more!"

"No, no! It's hard to set the weight, but only one a day for the queen's good figure!"

"Well......"

Compared to the people of Academy City who lived a leisurely life, the "mercenary" Sigurd was still dealing with other things.

Looking at the sea in front of him, Sigurd frowned and looked at the endless sea.

Chapter 450: "Wedge of Forbidden Color" and "The Weight of the World"

The two-headed carriage was parked on the stone-paved street.

But it is not a horse that pulls the carriage, but two old donkeys.

This is a poor animal that used to be known as the mount of the fool. I don't know if it was done intentionally or to mock the two people who were imprisoned and in the carriage.

The red-based carriage is decorated with gold decorations.In order to be able to walk on the road, not only the license plate is hung on the car, but the size has also been adjusted in detail.

This kind of carriage is not uncommon in a place like Venice where the tourism industry occupies a large part. Places like the UK and Germany also have carriages for tourists to ride.

Just like the gondolas in Venice, as long as customers need it, as long as it can make money, even a means of transportation hundreds of years ago can do business.

However, things are a little different now.

The carriage, which was originally pulled by a donkey in the inaccessible alley, violated the traffic rules of the road and stopped in the middle of the alley, which was barely big enough for a car and a half to pass through.

Judging from the situation at the scene, it seems to be skidding sideways. After all, Venice is a dark, low-temperature and rainy area, and there is still water left on the road from last night at this time.

But if it is a professional magician, it will be discovered that the fact may not be so simple.

Among the four wheels of the carriage, the wheel on the front right side fell off and fell to the ground, obviously because of someone's intention, it was disassembled unnaturally.

There was a "clang" sound.

The wailing of the young man came immediately afterwards.

But the violent voice sounded again, as if trying to cut off his wailing.

"Really...he really is a guy who doesn't give up!!"

It was a nun from Gao Yao who came out from the shadow of the carriage while screaming.

She is Sister Lucia, the "Legend of the Wheel" given to St. Catherine, a battle nun who uses a carriage wheel as a weapon.

Her hands were stained with blood, and they didn't have the softness of a woman's roundness at all, but instead gave off an impression of tension.

Apparently that's a trait that comes from regular heavy physical labor that shouldn't be in women's hands.

Rukia's nun uniform is based on black, and the sleeves and skirt of the same color that could be put on and off with zippers are now replaced by yellow sleeves and skirt.

Yellow is not a color recognized by monastic uniforms. This is the spiritual outfit "Wedge of Forbidden Colors" that transforms monastic uniforms into restraint uniforms.

The function of the "Wedge of Forbidden Color" is that when the wearer uses vitality to refine magic power, the spiritual costume will use the magic power it refines arbitrarily.

But because of the blood stains on it now, the confinement technique that originally gave "color" was weakened simultaneously.

"Sister Angelina! Are you finished!?"

"Quick... soon..."

A young girl's voice came.

Rukia looked inside, and there were unknown stains on the walls and ceiling inside the slightly dirty car, which was unimaginably luxurious, and the petite nun who responded to the impression of the voice was immersed in her work.

Compared to Rukia's seemingly short sleeves, Angelina's sleeves were so long that only her fingertips could be seen.Rukia couldn't help muttering in her heart.

Wouldn't this really be a bad thing to do?

"It's done! I, I have already unlocked the magic lock and took out the contents! I don't know if the other party is worried that we are Christian magicians who belong to the same Roman Orthodox department as them, so they specially used spells from other systems. It's locked in the same way, but it's easier to open it this way."

There was a slight "click" sound.

A petite nun named Angelina took out a square metal box fixed to the inner wall of the carriage.

It contained magic weapons to prevent escape. After all, since it was used as a horse fork for "rhyming prisoners", it had to be considered that it would be "robbed".

But this box is usually unusable except for the designated escort, but this little nun named Angelina forcibly picked the lock open.

She has freckles on her face and long blond hair, often braided into two braids. She staggered off the carriage with the metal box that could completely block her.

Looking around the carriage, there seems to be a tourist street nearby, and the remaining yelling can be heard, faintly like an echo.

The voice that came riding the tidal wind had a special sound in its pronunciation.

It is mixed with the sound of th, which is not originally in Italian, but there is no sound of "gli" or "sci" in standard language.There are also sounds that sound like "z" or "s".

"This kind of term...is still near the 'lagoon area (laguna)', but it seems to be a little different from the main island..."

Angelina said while holding the slender metal box in both hands.

"That is to say, I... Is it possible that we will be taken back to the 'Queen' again, Sister Lucia? But, why such an exaggeration?"

"We escaped just to confirm this, Sister Angelina. I'm worried about Sister Agnes. These armors alone are still a bit unreliable. Let's hide and prepare spiritual clothes first. If we don't Sufficient equipment, without the support of other companions, we can't do anything."

"Hmm... By the way, Sister Rukia, do you want to use this?"

Angelina responded in a low voice to Sister Lucia's uneasy lines.

Although she knew that the other party was not used to using those "restraint devices" in the box, Sister Angelina still asked.

Shaking her head, Rukia leaned over and grabbed the wheel removed from the carriage with both hands and lifted it up.

Her weapon is based on the wheel blasting and regeneration technique of St. Catherine's legend, so compared to those "restraints", the wheel engraved with "reinforcement holy text" is more convenient.

The two nuns each held their weapons and ran silently along the road.

The bright yellow sleeve skirt doesn't match the black monastic uniform at all. Such a strange outfit flutters in the wind, looking like the warning color of a bee's belly.

This kind of clothing should be easy to attract attention, but the two ignored such shortcomings and ran at a high speed, as if to melt into the scenery.

They can't waste time here, because their actions to break through the carriage will definitely be noticed by the Roman Orthodox Church in the first place.

If you don't escape here quickly, the two of them will probably be easily killed when the magician of the Roman Orthodox Church arrives in their current state.

(I can't accept that.)

Rukia thought while running:

(A devout nun like Sister Agnes who is purely dedicated to prayer, even I can't help but stand on end. I didn't expect the church to treat her as the Lord's sinner, use her as a prop and throw it away!? Positive Since I believe in Roman Orthodoxy, such behavior is absolutely unacceptable.)

She pulled herself together, raised her head and looked straight ahead as she ran.

In his hand, he holds a very unreliable temporary weapon of "make do" and "not so easy to use".

The awareness of the two is quite firm.

Because of this, they, who were distracted in analyzing the situation and controlling their emotions, actually slowed down their reactions to the outside world.

Originally, if they had been able to carry out the activities of the "Anese Unit" as a whole, such a problem would never have happened, but now it is only the two of them who can act.

"vomit!?"

Rukia spit out all the oxygen in her lungs as if she had suffered a sudden blow to her chest.

My feet didn't even have the strength to take a step, and the fingers of my hands that gripped the wheel couldn't feel it.

The fingers loosened, and the wheels of the only weapon, the carriage, wobbled and rolled out, and fell to the ground with a sneeze.

(This sense of oppression... what spiritual outfit is this!?)

She didn't know, because he didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

(Sister Angelina...)

Rukia wanted to confirm Angelina's condition, but she couldn't move her body.

It wasn't just the blow just now that made her body unable to control her body. Strictly speaking, what caused Rukia to be unable to move should be the sense of heavy pressure that she didn't know where to come from.

She couldn't even move her fingers, and Sister Rukia couldn't even turn her head to confirm the situation. She could only analyze whether the enemy was approaching through the sound of the soles colliding with the stone ground.

(No, the attack didn't come from "someone". It was the "Wedge of Forbidden Color"!? A suppression spell that would be activated within a certain period of time after leaving the carriage or after the carriage sounded the alarm?)

Sister Lucia has roughly guessed that the source of this stress should be the story of "Saint Christopher once served the devil on his way to find a lord worth following", and the essence of the stress should be...

"'The weight of the world' is the pressure that even a saint could not resist and was almost killed."

"You are......"

The field of vision began to dissipate, and the heavy blow and strong sense of oppression just now made Rukia's body instinctively enter the "self-defense" mode.

When the body was hypoxic due to heavy pressure, Rukia's brain "self-assessed" stopped the "non-necessary" bodily functions.

Chapter 450 Six: Rukia and Angelina

Feeling extremely relaxed, Sister Rukia has not been so relaxed for a long time.