People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 119 Angels

The secret room wasn't large, just a small room of about ten square meters, with storage compartments built into the walls, filled with all sorts of strange and unusual things—

He also saw famous paintings, organs, medicines, and even several huge fossils.

Suren looked at them one by one.

After walking around for a while, his eyes were drawn to a rough-looking, fist-sized rock.

It looks like a stepping stone picked up randomly from the roadside.

He reached out and picked it up; the moment he touched it, a tingling sensation spread through his palm.

Suren instinctively wrapped his hand with magic, but to his surprise, the magic surging from his body was instantly absorbed by the stone.

Is there some kind of old man who's lacking energy sitting in here?

"This is a meteorite I found at the scene after a meteorite fell in the last century."

Mary Lavo explained from the side.

"When we first picked it up, the meteorite was basically shattered into pieces."

"After I left it in the secret room for a while, the fragments seemed to come alive and gradually glued themselves back together."

Maryla paused for a moment, then continued, "At the time, I tried to channel a little magic into it."

"As a result, it did not resist it at all, and the more mana it absorbed, the faster it repaired itself."

As she spoke, she shook her head, seemingly losing interest in the stone.

"But other than that, it's useless."

"The material is extremely strange, making it unsuitable for inscribing magic arrays and difficult to smelt with conventional flames. It's completely useless to me."

Can it repair itself by absorbing energy?

Suren was overjoyed.

If this material is used to make weapons, there's no need to worry about the weapons getting damaged!

It should be noted that even magical artifacts formed from demons can be destroyed when subjected to power exceeding their limits.

For example, Dante's Blade of Rebellion was once shattered by the Demon King.

The rebellion he now possesses is merely a tribute to the past, something Nicole has recreated for him.

Therefore, this kind of material that can absorb energy and repair itself is very precious.

More importantly, it is extremely well-suited to its newly awakened talent.

Since Suren's bloodline awakening reached 20% breakthrough, he not only unlocked the demon form but also unlocked his own exclusive talent.

However, this talent consumes too much weapon power, and since he hasn't encountered any strong enemies recently, he hasn't used it.

His talent lies in his ability to compress and infuse large amounts of magic power into his weapons, forcibly achieving maximum destructive power.

But precisely because of this, weapons have a very high probability of breaking apart during combat.

Now, with the stone's self-healing ability, he can incorporate it when forging his magical artifacts, and he no longer needs to worry about weapon damage.

"This is it."

Suren picked it up and put it into Silent Hill.

The transaction was completed, and the two prepared to leave.

At that moment, a little girl in a pink dress appeared out of nowhere.

Aresa pointed to a black, withered seed in the corner and said, "I've got my eye on that one. I want it."

The little girl who suddenly appeared had no energy fluctuations; she was like a ghost.

Mary Lavo was startled and immediately grabbed the necklace in front of her chest.

Suren stopped her from moving: "This little girl is with me."

Mary Lavo stared intently at the expressionless little girl.

As a voodoo queen who deals with corpses year-round, she exudes no trace of the presence of living people or spirits.

She took a deep breath and, without the slightest hesitation, said, "Since you're with Mr. Suren, consider this a small gift."

Suren glanced at her; according to the contract, he could only take one item from here.

However, he also understood that the other party was deliberately trying to curry favor and build a relationship.

He picked up the seed, handed it to Alessa, and then nodded to Mary Lavo: "Thanks."

"If you encounter any problems that you can't solve later, you can come to me."

Mary Lavo's expression brightened.

After the transaction was completed, the two returned to the front of the barbershop.

"Ring ring one"

Just then, the brass bell on the door of the barbershop suddenly rang.

Fiona pushed open the door and walked in with a cold expression.

The moment she saw Suren and Mary Lavo emerge from the back room one after the other, her face turned extremely ugly.

"Sulen?!"

Fiona stared intently at him, her voice blazing with anger, "Didn't you leave New Orleans?!"

Before Suren could respond, Mary Lavo, standing to the side, crossed her arms and let out a cold laugh.

"What? Mr. Suren isn't even a student of your esteemed school. Does Principal Fiona have such a long reach that she has to meddle in everything?"

Anger flashed in Fiona's eyes, and she was about to retort.

But then she suddenly remembered something, and miraculously, she suppressed her anger, despite her usual strong personality.

Seeing Fiona's appearance, Suren guessed why she had come to see Mary Lavo.

Judging by the time, she should have already gotten the origin of the potion of immortality from Mrs. Lalaurie by now.

That potion came from the hand of the voodoo queen beside him.

In order to achieve immortality, this proud and arrogant Supreme Witch probably came to sue for peace and to ask for the formula.

However, the outcome may not be as she wishes.

Suren had no intention of getting involved in the feud between the two old women.

He ignored Fiona's unpleasant expression, walked past the two of them, and left the barbershop.

He flagged down a taxi, taking advantage of the principal's absence to go to the Witch Academy, take Zoe away, and throw her into Silent Hill for some serious training.

The melodious sound of bells drifted over; there was no dome, no walls here.

There are only rows of pillars standing quietly.

At the top of each pillar crouched a four-winged angel.

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They wrapped themselves tightly in their wings, bowed their heads, and constantly guarded the figure bathed in eternal holy light not far away.

Gabriel descended from the sky, his face calm: "Still unable to contact the Father?"

Michael, with his back turned, shook his head slightly.

Since the Father noticed the strange activity in the void, he left Heaven.

Since then, He has never received any further instructions from the Father.

"There's a problem on Earth."

Gabriel lowered his eyes slightly. "I plan to go check on things. And while I'm at it, I should also talk to those two about this."

Michael turned around, his golden eyes completely calm.

"Go in your true form?"

Gabriel nodded.

Michael gazed silently, his mind flashing back to the Father's deep concern for the Earth.

"Go."

The Witch Academy.

Suren pushed open the villa door and stepped into the living room, but her steps suddenly stopped.

A figure was sprawled out on the sofa, looking with great interest at the portraits of the supreme witches of past generations on the wall.

A red trench coat over a simple black vest, with messy, unruly hair.

"Uncle Dante?"

Suren was somewhat taken aback.

Why did he end up in New Orleans?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Suren immediately nipped it in the bud.

This is witches' territory. Who knows if it's some kind of trap that the cunning Fiona has set up in advance?

His right arm instantly transformed into a demonic form, his body moved like lightning, and he punched the sofa.

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