Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Judgment?"

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head: "Not the one at the Judgment level."

"The person I met is from an Eastern country. Do you still remember that heaven and earth are unkind?"

Yoshino Kenichi tentatively continued, "A bunch of bastards...who is that?"

Nagayama Keiichiro smiled and said, "Yes, that combat instructor. During one training session, I met the instructor's friend - he was a natural ritualist."

"Origin level, the same as me, but more powerful. This innate talent will make the ability more suitable for the user, and all extraordinary powers will show what the user thinks in his heart."

After that, the man changed the subject and returned to adaptability: "You don't have to think too much about the first thing. You can't be a natural ritualist. If you were, you should have obtained the ritual object when you first came into contact with the mystery."

Kenichi Yoshino responded and agreed with the captain's words.

“So, basically all the ritualists inside use the second method, the contact method.”

"Contact method: After you get the ritual object, keep in constant contact with it - weave your thoughts with the spirit of the ritual object. After weaving, if you don't die or go crazy within a month, then... it's almost done."

Yoshino Kenichi was confused: "Huh? That's it? After all this talk, I thought it would be a big hassle, but it turns out it only takes a month..."

Yoshino Kenichi's disbelief seemed to have angered his captain, and his steps became stiff.

The man sneered, "Why? You think it's hasty? Let me tell you, it's only been over a year since the mysterious resurrection. Do you know how many people in the organization died?!"

"These rules that you think are 'sloppy' were tested with human lives!"

"I have seen countless people who have been in contact with the ritual site for half a month or even just a week, and they would never reappear in the ritual site. What you think is simple is the hope that countless predecessors have risked their lives to test again and again at the cost of their predecessors' deaths!"

Yoshino Ken was stunned for a moment, looked at the somewhat excited captain, and slowly lowered his head: "Sorry..."

Nagayama Keiichiro sighed, "Once you enter the real ritualist's inner circle, you'd better be careful with your words."

"Many people's teachers or lovers died at the hands of Chaos Ritualists, Losers, or in Ascension Ritual. I don't know how many people you will offend with your mouth."

Yoshino Kenichi scratched his head: "Offended people? Who else can I offend? Haven't I offended everyone?"

Nagayama Keiichiro: …

You are right, he has also heard of the name 'Foul-mouthed Kenichi'.

"In short, just remember the adaptability thing. That's what "out of control" is. All those who forcibly advance without regard to adaptability, or those who are infected by chaos, are collectively called "out of control." "

Yoshino Kenichi took a deep breath and said, "I've been taught... a lesson."

"It would be better if you could adjust the position of the sentences appropriately."

Nagayama Keiichiro changed the subject: "It will be troublesome if it gets out of control. This kind of thing usually requires three or four ritualists of the same level to control it..."

Yoshino Kenichi hadn't been with Nagayama Keiichiro for long, and had never seen a person out of control: "Do you want to call for backup?"

Keiichiro Nagayama looked at the boy jumping happily in front of him and thought silently.

Kenichi Yoshino didn't bother him. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to his fiancée.

"Reiko, what a coincidence. I have a mission at the last minute. It's a lost child. The captain and I suspect that he has the scent of 'that thing' on him, so I may call you very late tonight. Wait for me, Reiko, and eat well! Love you! Handsome Kenichi."

After taking back the phone, Nagayama Keiichiro next to him finally made a decision: "Call for support."

Yoshino Ken suddenly became serious.

Calling for support is more than just a literal call.

The appearance of this action order means that the next challenge the team will face is definitely an extremely difficult and dangerous one.

Yoshino Kenichi took out his pocket and heard Nagayama Sukeichiro say again——

"If it's just a chaos event where the 'contact' is trying to make a sacrifice or cause large-scale chaos, then it's fine. But it's out of control, and I don't have the confidence to protect you in that situation."

"Although hot weapons are effective below the Judgment level, you are just an ordinary person, and your body is too fragile."

He spoke the terminology to Yoshino Kenichi in a concise manner: "When we get to the door, give me the one-handed one and pull it up now. Use the second tactic, you're behind me, the same as always."

"clear."

Yoshino Kenichi was no longer as frivolous as before. He nodded seriously and then put his hand inside the clothes.

Click.

A slight metallic sound was heard, and two official specially made high-powered pistols were loaded.

"Slingshot, ready, Cantaloupe, signal given. Over."

After hearing this, Nagayama Keiichiro nodded, and the two of them walked towards the boy in silence.

The boy didn't hear the serious conversation between his two uncles or the clanging of guns.

He stood smilingly beside a very dilapidated bungalow, leaning against a trash can and waving to two people.

"Dayong is home!" he shouted happily.

Chapter 51 Bad Things

The home of the boy named Dayong was indeed a poor place just as he said.

It was a dilapidated house with peeling walls and the only window right next to the garbage station.

As the two men walked over, it was as if they had entered a large, deserted garbage dump.

The flies buzzed around, breaking through the defenses of the palms and boldly hitting the man. The place was stinking, mixed with the smell of some kind of decay.

There may also be carcasses of cats and dogs hidden beneath the pile of garbage.

"Be careful." Nagayama Keiichiro reminded his deputy: "There are not many people here. I guess that the Chaos "contactor" should have deliberately chosen this place as the promotion location, but I didn't expect it to get out of control."

"'Contact'? What if it is the 'Origin' or 'Super Order' that has entered the level?" Yoshino Kenichi asked.

"If it was a ritualist of the Origin level who was promoted to the Super Order level and lost control, the aura of chaos emitted by a person of that level would not be so weak."

After judging, the captain thought that the guy in the wooden house should not have been promoted yet and was most likely just a "contactee".

Nagayama Keiichiro thought about it and reminded his deputy: "Focus."

Yoshino Ken nodded slightly, and the two men approached the house cautiously. He pulled the still happy boy behind him and made a 'hush' gesture to him.

The door didn't move, and the whole house stood there quietly as if it was dead.

The surroundings were quiet with only the breathing sounds of three people.

Nagayama Keiichiro winked at Yoshino Kenichi, who understood and said loudly, "Hello, sorry to bother you. Is this Dayong's family?"

"The child was lost and we brought him back. Excuse me, is anyone home?"

"Hello?"

squeak-

The thin wooden door was pushed open.

An old woman who was at least seventy years old stuck her head out with a hunched back.

Her face was full of wrinkles that reached all the way to the corners of her mouth. Her hair was white, and her eyes were like a combination of a falcon and a frog: sharp and bulging.

It was also covered with blood threads that were crawling around and moving rapidly.

Even at this serious moment, Kenichi Yoshino did not forget to complain in his heart: With this appearance, ordinary people would also think there is something wrong with you, old lady, your eyes are about to fall out.

"Who?"

The old man spoke, and Kenichiro Nagayama succinctly repeated what Kenichi Yoshino had just said.

"Oh... Dayong is back. I'm old now, and I often forget about him. Sometimes I forget about him outside. Damn it."

As the old man was talking, Yoshino Kenichi made a mistake.

A fatal mistake.

He didn't catch Dayong in his hand, or rather, he didn't expect that a little boy could have such great strength.

The little boy broke free from his arms, ran towards his grandmother, and threw himself into the old woman's arms.

"Grandma! They sent me back! But the expressions of those two uncles are so serious, are they bad guys?"

The child very innocently hugged his grandmother's waist and asked with his head held high.

"Of course not! Hahaha! Dayong, I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're back. Two guests?"

The old woman's eyeballs bulged more and more. She stretched her head and turned around: "Would you like to come in and sit for a while? Although the place is a bit small."

As he spoke, the old man intentionally gestured on the little boy's neck with his shriveled fingers.

The boy in front of her was smiling brightly, unaware of anything.

Nagayama Sukeichiro glared at Kenichi Yoshino sternly.

The deputy's temporary mistake caused their entire plan to change.

——They didn’t need to enter the house, they just had to stay outside and wait for support.

But now, in order to ensure the boy's safety, the two of them had no choice but to find a way to follow him in.

"I'll just go in alone."

Yoshino Kenichi seemed to realize his mistake, which put two people in danger. He spoke up and said that he would go in alone.

Nagayama Keiichiro shook his head imperceptibly.

how can that be possible?

Sure enough, the old man laughed sharply, with a sound like nails scratching on a blackboard, and his two eyeballs moved up and down asynchronously.

"How can that be? It would be very rude to leave a guest outside."

Nagayama Keichiro nodded: "Sorry to bother you then."

After saying this, he gave his deputy a look, and the two of them approached the old man, one in front and one behind, in a certain posture.

"please."

After the old man finished speaking, he pulled the boy and quickly disappeared through the door.

The two men looked at each other, reached to their waists, grasped the handle, and slowly approached the wooden door step by step.

Then, gently... push it open.

The musty smell filled the house, and visible dust was flying around.

The old man and the boy sat inside the house, facing the door.

"Please come and sit down."

Nagayama Keiichiro nodded.

"This child is very smart, but unfortunately I am an old woman and I don't have the ability to send him to school. His parents are very busy and rarely come back."

The old woman couldn't stop talking, talking about trivial matters big and small. Fortunately, she had the best audience.

The two people in front of her were eager for her to continue talking, talking about the end of time and the arrival of support.

"Oh, we've been talking for so long that I forgot to pour the tea. Really..."

The old man stood up tremblingly, smiled apologetically at the two people, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Nagayama Keiichiro also stood up, signaled Yoshino Kenichi to calm the boy down, and then walked to the other side. He carefully observed the details in the house, trying to find out the information of this out-of-control person.

Many methods to crack the abilities of ritualists are hidden in the details.

The trouble is, regardless of Chaos or Order, the "Ritualist" has a "price" to limit the use of his own abilities.

But the out-of-control person didn't.

Passing the living room, there is a long and narrow corridor. There is no light in the corridor and it is terribly dark.

Keiichiro Nagayama squinted his eyes and put his face close to the wall.

He found that there were many messages posted on the walls of the corridor. Some of the papers were already mottled and yellowed, and looked like they were there for many years.

These papers contain daily trivialities. It seems that as the old woman's memory is getting worse, she needs to write down what happens every day to prevent herself from forgetting.

Keiichiro Nagayama skipped over the trivial details, found the more important parts, and began to read silently word by word.

"Tomoko brought home a child today, saying it was hers. I didn't even want her, and yet she threw the child to me? When did this happen? The child looks like he's five or six years old. Am I going to raise him? I don't have the money! Both husband and wife are bastards!"