I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Brian began to speak at length.

Richard sat in the audience, observing Brian.

This old man had a resolute face and spoke with a strong, clear voice, yet he was also very approachable; he was clearly a typical politician.

As a politician with a police background, Brian's eloquence and logic are average, but after years of practice, he has developed his own unique insights into public speaking, which is full of emotion and infectious.

Richard listened for a while and then lost interest. The old man's speech was worthless and was just American-style formulaic writing.

They pose questions, create anxiety, use that anxiety to create enemies, and then offer some seemingly wonderful but ultimately unattainable visions.

Our community is at a crossroads, blablabla...

In recent days, gang clashes in New York have posed a serious threat to student safety, blablabla...

Richard observed his surroundings discreetly.

As a congressman, Brian's protective gear was only average.

Of the three bodyguards wearing sunglasses, one stood in a corner at the back of the auditorium, monitoring the entire scene.

Two people stood in front of the podium, separating the teachers, students, and Brian, while warily watching a corner.

Behind Brian stood his assistant, Doug, and next to Doug was an unfamiliar entourage member, presumably also one of Brian's men.

After getting a direct feel for the composition of the House of Representatives, Richard stared blankly and began studying the [Magic Hand] he had just acquired.

"You can unleash a tentacle made of magic, which can freely switch between reality and illusion."

The casting range is 3.7 meters?

Richard noted that this value was approximately equal to 11 points of spirit/3.

In other words, the higher the spirit level, the farther the maximum distance of the Magic Hand.

This is good news.

Additionally, the system indicates that [Hand of Magic] is a prerequisite skill for [Touch of Pain].

Therefore, the so-called "contact" of the Painful Touch can be understood as contact using the tentacles of the "magical hand," rather than the fingers of the flesh.

The magic hand can switch between reality and illusion at will, and thus can pass through clothes.

Therefore, the maximum casting range of [Touch of Pain] should also be the range of [Hand of Magic], 3.7 meters.

The starling just now happened to be within this range, which is why it was hit.

Richard suddenly thought of something: if he could pass through clothes, could he pass through flesh?

It's a pity the magic is gone, otherwise Richard really wanted to try it.

Should we drink that lesser magic potion?

Having been unable to find a way to restore his magic, Richard knew this potion was his only means of recovery and couldn't bear to waste it.

......

As Brian spoke, his face suddenly turned a little pale, and his speech slowed down.

The teachers and students all looked at Brian with puzzlement.

He clutched his heart in pain, supporting himself on the podium, his body swaying precariously.

"What happened?"

"What's wrong, Mr. Congressman?"

......

Doug rushed forward and held Brian tightly, while taking an opaque metal vial from Brian's shirt pocket, pouring out a pill and putting it into Brian's mouth.

The principal also walked onto the stage with concern:

"Mr. Anderson, can you still hold on? Do you need to rest?"

A few minutes later, Brian recovered, waved his hand, and said firmly:

"I'm fine! Let's continue!"

After saying that, he raised his head and laughed heartily:

"Sorry, I've been running around all day and forgot to eat, so I had a bit of low blood sugar, but I'm fine now."

The crowd slowly withdrew from the stage, and the room returned to silence.

Richard's eyes narrowed.

Low blood sugar? Don't be ridiculous!

If someone is clutching their heart, looks pale, and takes medication for quick relief, it's highly likely they have heart disease, and the medication they're taking is probably nitroglycerin!

What would happen if I used my magic hand to squeeze his heart tightly?

Richard glanced at the distance between them; it was about 10 meters, far exceeding the casting range of the Magic Hand.

Wait a bit while I take the picture, then I'll be able to get close to Brian.

However, Richard had never used the Magic Hand before and was unaware of its power.

If the Magic Hand fails, the only option is to attack his heart with the Touch of Pain!

However, this carries certain risks.

David was just a poor white man, and not many people cared about him.

Brian is a high-profile congressman.

David had just experienced unexplained severe pain, and shortly afterward, Brian exhibited the same symptoms, both times while he was present. This could potentially arouse suspicion from certain departments.

but......

Brian is currently the only important person Richard can get close to.

If we keep waiting, who knows how long we'll have to wait?

"Give it a shot!" Richard glanced around; everyone's attention was on Brian.

He lowered his head and took out a minor magic potion without hesitation.

Richard unscrewed the bottle cap, and a peculiar, cool scent filled his nostrils, instantly invigorating him as if he had just had a good long sleep.

Richard drank it all in one gulp, and the medicine slid down his throat.

Cold and bitter.

A powerful force erupted.

Richard felt something filling his body, and the system immediately prompted:

"Magic Power +1".

He finally realized that it was magic.

One minute later, another notification appeared:

"Magic Power +1".

Before Brian finished his speech, Richard decided to conduct some tests.

"Lesser Magic Potion: After drinking, restores 1 point of magic per minute for 60 minutes."

He can gain a total of 60 magic points within 60 minutes, but his maximum magic points are only 22. Any extra magic points will be wasted if he doesn't use them.

Magic Hand!

This time, he clearly saw a translucent tentacle extending from his fingertip.

It wasn't just seeing; it was a peculiar feeling.

Richard could manipulate the tentacle at will, feeling as if he were controlling his own arm; it was truly amazing.

The tentacles easily passed through the chair, like a phantom.

The tentacles can also pass through the ground and metal.

Ten seconds passed quickly, and another bit of magic power was consumed.

Richard didn't delay and immediately tested whether he could pass through the flesh.

The tentacle passed right through Richard's own arm without any hesitation, and he felt nothing.

You can walk through it!

After testing it several times, Richard was ready and stopped.

Richard stared at Brian, who was still talking eloquently on the podium.

The congressman is indeed a tough guy; he can even take medication and tough it out during a heart attack, although his face is unusually flushed.

Richard tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, waiting quietly.

......

"Finally, I want to say to each and every one of you: You are the future of this country, your dreams are the American dream; your voices deserve to be heard..."

"God bless you! God bless America!"

Brian concluded his speech.

There was thunderous applause.

Brandon clapped enthusiastically with his classmates, his eyes filled with longing for the big hamburger.

Brian took a sip of water and let the students ask questions freely.

Several students raised their hands to ask questions.

A few well-chosen questions gave Brian another opportunity to reiterate his campaign platform.

After the Q&A session, Richard and 11 other students of various backgrounds with good looks walked to the photo area, guided by Gloria.

Doug instructed everyone:

"Find your name and stand in line!"

The students were very obedient, and Richard was no exception; he found his name and stood at attention.

Brian was positioned in the very center, with Richard only two students away from him; Ms. Gloria had indeed given herself a good spot.

He looked at the other students.

The student sample accurately covers three races: black, white, and yellow. It also caters to three genders: male, female, and Walmart shopping bag, and includes different body types of height, weight, and build, creating a distinctly American sense of ritual.

Equality, it's so incredibly equal.

After the students lined up, they waited a few more minutes before Brian walked over, looking very energetic.

He stood right in the center, placing his hands on the youngest Black girl, looking as kind as Santa Claus.

The photographer is in position.

Everyone straightened up.

Brian was already a little tired and his heart wasn't feeling well, but he still insisted on appearing at his best, flashing a six-tooth smile at the camera.

He turned his head slightly to the side at a 15-degree angle, which was the most approachable position he had asked professionals to design.

Click.

The flash went off.

"Finally over! What a stupid idea to waste an hour with a bunch of kids!" Brian thought to himself, but a bright smile played on his lips.

"What a beautiful day!"

Brian knelt down, grabbed the little Black girl's shoulder, and offered encouragement.

The little Black girl also cooperated and gave a perfect performance.

The photographer captured this moment perfectly, and this image will be included in Brian's campaign brochure.

Suddenly, Brian felt as if something was gripping his heart. He froze on the spot, unable to move, and the color drained from his face.

A few seconds later, Brian vaguely heard a chilling "thud" from his chest.

Something broke...