Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven.

Not to mention Seth's mouth, which was still in a disappearing state under the influence of the Supreme Witch's magic.

Robb sighed and ignored the two men whose faces were full of pleading looks.

boom!boom!

Just two gunshots.

As the pages of the Book of Confinement were turning, Robb looked at the two newly added pages.

[Number: 015]

【Name: Justifa】

[Type: Voodoo Wizard]

[Status: Contained]

[Ability: Soul Exchange; Eye of the Abyss]

[Introduction: Justifa, who has mastered the advanced soul-changing sorcery and is envied by others, proudly walks on the road to immortality. However, he has long forgotten that strength is the fundamental guarantee of immortality.]

【Shelter point +180】

After that, Seth's [No. 016] was similar to [No. 015].

Except for the ability [Eye of the Abyss] being replaced by [Voice of the Abyss], everything else including the shelter is basically the same.

Although Justifa and Cecil have gained a lot of strength now, they still have some of their former foundation.

Under its influence, Robb gained a rich harvest of asylum points.

The combined gains of the two are very close to the total gains from the recent battle with Voodoo.

If we add in the containment points on the body of the evil spirit that had just shown up to seek death, the total would exceed the total number of that night.

Harvest!

An absolute bumper harvest!

This is the shelter that has been preserved until now after the axe killer and the female ghost were killed. Robb now has 600 points.

Decided!

After I go back, I must give myself an all-round improvement.

As for now, it is time to finish the current matter from beginning to end.

Robb, who was very experienced in destroying corpses, began to clean up the scene.

This house is very remote, several miles away from the nearest house.

He was not anxious because he didn't have to worry about the truth being exposed or attracting attention.

Knowing that this matter could not be explained, Catherine and Matthew came to help.

Wait until everything is processed.

Robb hummed a little tune as if nothing had happened and drove Matthew and Catherine back together.

On the way, Robb told Matthew the details of the investigation that Susan had entrusted him to investigate.

Matthew was deeply moved.

After thanking Robb and saying that he would use all his connections to promote the psychic agency, he couldn't wait to call his girlfriend Susan and started to show off his love for her.

In order to avoid polluting his ears, Robb stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the city.

More than half an hour later.

After finally seeing Matthew off, Robb and Catherine looked at each other without being disturbed by outsiders.

Without further ado, under the guidance of Catelyn, Robb came to the apartment she rented.

As soon as I entered the room, the door was not even closed.

Catelyn couldn't wait to throw herself into Robb's arms, releasing all the passion that had been suppressed for a day.

Robb responded as he quickly closed the door.

No more worries.

What followed was an indescribably fierce battle.

Having witnessed Robb's magic with her own eyes and being grateful for his life-saving grace, Catelyn was much more enthusiastic than she had been the night before. She even took the initiative to open another secluded path for him, just as she had expected.

Robb was pleased.

So much so that when he was about to leave the next day, he lay down again under the teasing of Catherine who cooperated with him in every way.

Robb, oh Robb!

Your career is just starting to take off, how can you keep indulging in the pleasures of life?

Finally, the third day.

With strong willpower and the promise of keeping in touch and relaxing together occasionally, Robb left Catelyn's apartment.

When he opened his phone, apart from Zoe's routine greetings and Madison's occasional welfare pictures, his normal client Susan had sent the most messages in the past two days.

Because of Catelyn, Robb had never paid much attention to it.

Taking advantage of his free time, he returned the call.

A few minutes later, Rob hung up the phone amid Susan's excited thanks.

Soon, Susan received a text message on her mobile phone telling her that the balance of the payment had arrived.

It was double the originally agreed upon compensation.

Robb said this client is perfect.

With a few more dozen, even without relying on the witches, he can have a colorful life in the American Empire.

Robb rewarded himself with a bottle of Coca-Cola.

Pepsi or something like that is absolutely heresy.

As he was drinking the spirit killer and walking towards his parking place, he passed by a house and noticed a middle-aged white woman knocking on the door and said to the male owner of the house:

"Hello, I'm your neighbor. I have something to report to you, and I hope you can correct it."

"Um...what is it?"

"You have a child, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Through my observations these days, I noticed that your child has been wearing orange coats. This is not good!"

"…Ma'am, is there anything wrong with this?"

"Of course! Orange represents women. You shouldn't force your child to think of themselves as women!"

"But she is a girl!"

"You can't call her a girl. The most accurate term is egg recipient."

"..."

"Listen! This is a serious matter and you can't just rashly define the gender of your child like that."

"She is a girl, there is no doubt about that!"

"No! The child will have his own cognition, and it is very likely that he will think he is a boy later."

"…No! She will always be a girl!"

"You are too strong! The gender should be decided by the child himself. As a father, you should go with the flow instead of imposing your will on the child. If you continue to have such dangerous thoughts, I will call the police."

At this moment, the man looked like a cornered dog, his expression completely indescribable.

Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes lit up. He shouted, "Who told you that I am the father's? Why do you define my gender so arbitrarily?"

The white middle-aged woman's face froze instantly: "...What?"

Chapter 103: New Students at Witch Academy

Use magic to defeat magic.

Feeling that he had learned a trick, Robb turned his gaze to a person who was also watching the show and wanted to repay his teacher.

Instantly, the man felt a surge of anger. Without thinking, he took out his cell phone, dialed 911, and quickly said, "I want to call the police! There is a perverted woman harassing the residents here. The address is..."

Didn’t watch the sequel.

After the matter was done, Robb returned to his car and left.

He did not go to the office.

Having just completed a large order, he, as the boss, is entitled to a day off.

Under the guidance of the navigation, the journey was smooth and familiar gunshots were heard occasionally, as if Robb was celebrating his success in his career and returning to the Witch Academy.

For the convenience of work, he had rented an apartment near the office and had not returned here for several days.

Now that I'm back, I've discovered many changes.

Robb just walked in through the door.

Just passing by the door, a pretty little girl with long black hair, wearing a black Gothic long skirt, and a stern face, like a little adult, quickly grabbed the broom beside her, looked at him warily and said:

"who are you?"

"A broom won't hurt anyone, my dear lady," Robb joked with a smile.

The Gothic girl glanced at the broom in her hand, and it really wasn't convincing.

But she still pursed her lips and reminded him seriously: "Strangers are not welcome here. If you don't want to bring bad luck to yourself, you'd better leave by yourself."

"Thanks for the reminder, but I'm..." Robb was about to introduce himself.

An excited voice suddenly interrupted, "Daphne, is there a bad guy here? Don't be afraid! Watch me teach him a lesson!"

With her dazzling fiery red hair flying, another girl whom Robb did not recognize came running over in a hurry.

Boom!

Without a second thought, she opened her hands with her palms facing upward, and fist-sized flames rose up.

"Who are you? What is your purpose here? If you don't want to tell me, then taste my fire." The red-haired girl looked at Robb excitedly.

The black-haired Goth girl, Daphne, was not happy at all. Instead, she said angrily, "Celine! Teacher Cordelia has told us many times not to expose magic in front of outsiders!"

Celine said confidently: "This is the Witch Academy. I am defending against foreign enemies."

Daphne rolled her eyes, "I'll take care of your business later."

Then, she looked at Robb and said with a serious expression, "Sir, I'm sorry to have come to this. Perhaps you came in by mistake, but now I can only ask you to stay here and wait for our teacher to arrive and decide everything again."

Robb was looking at Celine, not the flame in her hand, but her chest which was more eye-catching. He was seriously thinking about the physics problem of "why the waist was not broken" in his mind. When he heard this, he coughed and quickly withdrew his thoughts with a serious face.

He looked back at Celine and sighed, "Girl, fire is not a good toy. Besides, if you don't change your impatient personality, I'm afraid I'll see you at the stake in some rural area."

After saying that, Robb glanced at the flame in Celine's hand.

Celine raised her thick and long eyebrows and snorted coldly. When she was about to say something, she suddenly found that the flame in her hand had gone out.

"How could this be?"

Celine watched all this in disbelief.

She activated the flame again, only for the flame that had just risen to go out uncontrollably.

This happened over and over again, and she began to doubt her life.

Seeing this, Daphne, who was obviously much more alert than Celine who was slow to think, looked at Robb with surprise and surprise.

Robb glanced at her and said calmly, "The first thing a newly awakened witch should do is to polish her character, rather than showing off her abilities like a toy. This will only bring trouble or even disaster. You must know that the world outside is far more dangerous than you think."

"Really? Then are you considered dangerous?"

A strange female voice with a hint of hoarseness and sexiness sounded behind Robb.

Along with it was a very close fiery body, and the most deadly cold edge across his neck.