The Replica Magic Starting from Black Four

Chapter 40 A Person Who Shouldn't Be Here!
In the alley.

A burnt smell permeated the air, which, combined with the stench already emanating from the alley, made the air even more unpleasant.

Ignoring the unpleasant smell, Miki kept her eyes fixed on the alley entrance while speeding up the recovery of her magic.

Using the "Storm Tower" spell to deal with the four people was the method that consumed the least amount of magic power he could think of.

So what follows is the real key.

"Come out, I know you're here."

"If these four people are all you have up your sleeve, then I can only say I overestimate you, Your Excellency."

Momo let out a soft chuckle and spoke in a slow, unhurried voice.

Almost at the same time that Miki finished speaking.

A figure had already appeared at the alley entrance.
Miasel, dressed in an exquisite short-sleeved shirt adorned with silver patterns, white aristocratic trousers, and white fur boots, walked in with a gloomy expression.

When Miasel actually showed up, Mumu couldn't help but be stunned.

He originally thought that Miasel would not dare to make any rash moves, and that this would be a good opportunity to recover his depleted magic power.

The judgment was somewhat flawed.

He forgot that in this world, commoners are like ants that nobles can crush at any time. If a commoner dares to yell at him, Miaser has no choice but to show up, even if he doesn't dare to.

This is the pride of being a nobleman.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Miasel smelled the unpleasant odor in the air, frowned, and clapped his hands vigorously a few times.

"I guessed that these four good-for-nothings might not be able to win you over, but I didn't expect them to be this useless. It's disgusting."

As Miasel finished speaking, he glanced at the four people's almost charred bodies, a twisted, disgusted expression flashing across his face.

then.

Miasel changed the subject, forcing a smile: "Momoki, it's such a pity that someone with your talent and strength didn't join the Magic Knights."

"How about following me? I can not only give you a lot of money and a high status, but I might even help you join the Magic Knights."

A tempting voice echoed through the alley.

Hearing these words, Yu Mu found it amusing.

"Your attitude is truly unpredictable."

"To be honest, I am quite tempted, but isn't Your Excellency a bit too far away from me? This seems a bit lacking in sincerity."

Miki was hoping the other person would waste time talking to him, so he could have more time to recover his magic power.

There was only one person on the other side!

There must be someone else lurking in the shadows; that's Miasel's real trump card.

As I analyzed last night, Miasel was probably not a nobleman from the capital, otherwise he wouldn't have spent money to hire someone to kill him. Furthermore, Miasel had limited manpower, so he was likely just a minor nobleman.

This is also why Yumu is confident in turning the tables on his opponent.

of course.

The real source of their confidence is the magic "Demon Binding Iron Chain Array"!
Even a minor noble is still a noble, and should have a powerful mage as a bodyguard. As long as this mage is dealt with, then he wins.

He was just wondering where to find magic books to absorb, so when someone offered them to him, there was no reason not to accept.

The whole process was a bit risky, but fortune favors the bold, and besides, he had already planned his escape route.

Are we too far apart?

Upon hearing the mocking voice from the tree, Miasel's face turned ashen.

Knowing he was no match for Yuki, he deliberately kept a considerable distance from Yuki as he entered the alley.

Thinking of the towering pillar of fire he had seen outside the alley, Miaser had unconsciously developed a fear of the tree.

You're all trash, trash! A bunch of useless trash!!

Why hasn't the butler made a move yet?! Miasel's words of recruitment were indeed what he truly wanted, but what he really wanted to see was Miki kneeling miserably before him, begging for mercy.

Miki is stalling for time to recover her magic.

Miasel was also stalling for time, giving the butler a chance to act secretly.

Why haven't they made a move yet?

Are they waiting for his orders?

"You filthy bug! You don't appreciate my kindness! Attack me!"

Miasel's forced smile vanished, replaced by a ferocious expression as he glared at Miki and shouted.

Mumu was already prepared. His eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, and his magic power surged within him, ready to unleash magic at any moment.

One second!
Two seconds!

Three seconds!

The entire alley was quiet, without any sound.

Miasel paused, seemingly somewhat bewildered.

Miki remained completely focused, fearing that Miasel might be up to some trick.

I waited a while longer, but nothing happened.

"Butler!!" Miasel's face flushed red as he roared, his voice breaking with anguish.

However, no one showed up.

At this moment, Miki also realized that it wasn't Miasel playing any tricks, but rather that the problem was on his side.

A cold glint flashed in Miki's eyes. No matter what had happened, this was definitely the best time to strike at Miasel!
tread--!
tread--!
But right now.

A gentle footstep suddenly sounded; the footsteps were not loud, but they were very clear to the two of them.

The other person's footsteps didn't seem to be stepping on the ground, but rather on their hearts.

With each footstep, Yu Mu felt his heart skip a beat, his whole body stiffen, and an indescribable aura spread throughout the alley.

Suddenly, Miki felt breathless and could barely lift her head. A chill ran through her as she faced a apex predator.

This feeling suddenly reminded Mumu of the scene when she faced the pressure of releasing stress at night, only it was even more terrifying than before!
A figure at the regimental commander level!
The thought flashed through Yumu's mind immediately.

Suddenly!
The terrifying pressure suddenly dissipated, and a warm, peaceful, and comfortable magical aura appeared in Yumu's perception.

It felt like I was suddenly bathed in gentle sunlight.

The terrifying feeling that had just appeared was like an illusion.

As Mumu regained control of her body, she quickly looked up towards the alley entrance.

A smiling young man walked slowly from outside the alley. He had pure white hair tied into thin white braids on both sides, and wore a magic eye badge on his forehead.

His attire was rather simple, consisting of a white robe draped over his shoulders, with three golden eye-shaped patterns inlaid on the upper part of the robe.

This is a person who appears to be very gentle.

However, the other party was carrying a middle-aged mage whose chest was stained with blood.

"Young...Young Master, run, run...run!"

The middle-aged mage's weak voice made Miasel freeze.

rear.

When Mumu saw this gentle-looking young man, his pupils contracted and his whole body turned ice-cold.

How did this person end up here!

Richter, the leader of the White Night Eyes!

Thank you to "fatefate" for the 500 book coins!
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