I'm really not an old sword

Fufa's smile shattered into several pieces like a mirror.

‘Wow! ’

The mirror shattered completely and the world fell into darkness.

......

I could hear the crackling sound of a fire in the fireplace, and it seemed like someone was holding down my legs.

Lin Qingsu raised her head.

It was still in Misaya's villa in London. The white-haired maid stood by with a respectful look on her face, and the black tea was still steaming.

"How long have I slept?"

"Three hours and thirty-two minutes, Master," the white-haired maid said respectfully.

"I see."

There is actually no question as to whether it was a dream or a reality.

For example, he can now feel the presence of Mordred and Brunhilde. Obviously, they have also come to this world after being baptized by the black mud.

For example, he can now feel the gift of Ffa in his mind, the law that can control the "emotions" of living things.

In fact, it is similar to magic, and it is more like the relationship between magic and sorcery. This law is a higher level existence above magic and sorcery, and the way of using it is actually no different from them.

By controlling the emotions of ordinary people, you can make them love or hate someone.

Of course, everything requires "cause and effect". The best effect is between two people who already have feelings for each other. Lin Qingsu can easily make them love each other so much that they would die for each other. If they hate each other very much, it would take a lot of magic power and energy.

As the opponent becomes stronger, the effect becomes weaker.

Under the same existence, the most effect is to affect the other party's emotions. As Fufa said, it requires a long period of accumulation to achieve it, but that time is very long. But at the same time, it is entirely possible to accelerate this process through reasonable contact.

The heavy object on her leg suddenly moved, and Lin Qingsu lowered her head.

Linglongguan Misaya was lying on his legs.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, her rosy lips parted slightly, she let out an alluring sound, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Misaya."

Looking at those deep red eyes, Lin Qingsu greeted with a smile.

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion looked confused at first, then gradually came back to her senses and greeted with an inexplicable smile.

"Good morning."

She sat up with her hair gathered together, her plump body looking particularly attractive against her pajamas.

And just when Lin Qingsu was admiring him unscrupulously, she suddenly grabbed Lin Qingsu's collar without any warning, dragged him in front of her, and said with a smile.

"Dear, is there something you forgot to tell me?"

"About you and my mother."

Chapter 33: Stay away from women, starting with me

"What happened between me and your mother?"

Lin Qingsu felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and her smile became awkward.

If Misaya asked him about his own affairs, he would tell her.

But what he asked about was about her mother, something her mother asked him to keep secret. Although he had promised Misaya that he would not lie to her again, Lin Qingsu still couldn't make Misaya happy at the cost of betraying another person.

"what's up?"

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked down at him condescendingly.

The neckline was wide open, revealing her deep, snowy skin. Lin Qingsu looked at them and subconsciously compared herself with her mother.

Qingyue's is bigger and softer, and she is very open and obedient. She is willing to learn anything she doesn't know, and she is like a maid when they are together in private.

However, Misaya's "disdain" from beginning to end is also very interesting.

To put it simply, every mouth is very hard.

"Is it big?"

"Average, a little worse than Altria."

Actually, Misaye was already quite large, and at a glance it looked like the fourth letter, but the size of Altria was completely inhuman.

Now, even if all the women he has, each of them can give birth to triplets, Altria’s milk is enough.

Linglong Pavilion Misaya narrowed her red eyes slightly, and the hand that was grabbing Lin Qingsu's collar clenched slightly, while Lin Qingsu reached out and hugged her fearlessly. In this situation, he actually hoped that Misaya would be angry, at least it would be better than torturing him and her mother.

"How does it compare to my mother's?" Linglongguan Misaya suddenly said with a smile.

"Or your mother..."

Lin Qingsu immediately shut up, and seeing Misaya's beautiful eyes gradually flashing with a cold light, he said calmly: "It seems that your mother's is still bigger, but I think that with my efforts, Misaya will definitely be bigger than your mother's in a few years."

"Do you think I am...?!"

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion grabbed Lin Qingsu's collar forcefully.

Before he could finish his words, Misaya's phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Miss, they have called thirteen times before." The white-haired maid suddenly said.

Lin Qingsu looked at her gratefully and gave her a thumbs up.

Linglong Pavilion Misaya was silent for a long time before she sneered and said, "I'll spare your life this time."

......

Half an hour later, Lin Qingsu stood on the side of the road and sighed as she watched the black car slowly driving away.

"How stingy."

In the end, thanks to the maid and the people from Linglongguan Company who rescued him in time.

However, Linglongguan Misaya was obviously angry.

When he just came out of the house, he smiled and said that he would take him home first, but he kicked him out of the car not long after he left the house.

"Call Qingyue first."

He certainly couldn't keep it a secret from her for long, and Lin Qingsu really didn't want to be stuck here.

Just as he took out his cell phone and wanted to call Qingyue at Linglong Pavilion to discuss something, a pair of women's hands hugged him from behind.

Feeling the size of the mass pressed against her back, Lin Qingsu asked tentatively, "Brunhildr?"

"That's great." Brunhilde murmured.

Lin Qingsu looked around.

Sure enough, Artoria's eldest daughter was seen playing with a cat next to the Christmas tree in front of the grocery store not far away. However, the way she was chasing the cat while crawling and circling around it made it look like the cat was teasing her.

This kind of psychotic behavior, coupled with the late 19th century clothing the two people were wearing, attracted the attention of passers-by.

"I'll take you clothes shopping."

"Ah."

"Brunhild, let's discuss something."

"You said."

"I can't walk with you holding me like this."

"I want to hold you."

"After buying clothes, you can hold them as you like when you get home."

After a lot of coaxing and deception, Brunhilde finally let her go. He took Brunhilde's little hand and walked to the Christmas tree. He watched the cat nimbly run over, and then within a second, a two-legged beast that had degenerated into a four-legged beast passed by like a black shadow.

Lin Qingsu reached down accurately, grabbed Modred Fate by the back of her neck and lifted her up.

"Who are you...father?"

"It seems that Altria's education of you was not successful." Lin Qingsu sighed.

He thought his own rebellious son was rebellious enough.

But after getting along with him, I found that there seemed to be nothing wrong with my own rebellious son except that he was a little silly. As long as he was strong enough, or there was someone around him who could control him, then he would not be a rebellious son but my good eldest son.

But Artoria's eldest son...

Is this stupid?

"Please put everything else aside and act like a human being first, okay?"

Although with Lin Qingsu's current strength, Mordred might not be able to defeat her even with one hand.

But this might be Daddy's trick. Mordred smiled awkwardly: "Okay, okay!"

......

Mount Vinson, Antarctica.

The snowflakes in the sky were blown by the howling wind, forming a white world.

"Dr. Hatteras once said that in order to observe the past, reverse summoning, known as pseudo-lepton transfer, can theoretically achieve time travel."

"However, in order to maintain the stability of time travel, we will need at least the full cooperation of the Atlas Academy, Clock Tower Monarch-level secret techniques, new facilities, experiments, astronomical expenses, and people with the qualifications to enable time travel."

Marisbury quietly looked up at the blue sky.

The blond young man behind him seemed to be lost in thought.

These requirements have been more or less met with the efforts of teachers and the help of some people. People with relevant qualifications are what need to be considered after completion, but what is currently in short supply is funds.

That is an astronomical figure that Animusphia cannot afford, but the time to solve the problem is approaching. On the premise that the technical means have been solved, it is entirely possible to use part of the funds for preliminary construction.

"This place is very suitable for observation, so let's build it here."

"Okay, teacher."

The snowy wind blew his white coat. After looking at the starless sky for a while, Marisbil turned around.

"Let's go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from the pocket of the man in the white coat.

Marisbury picked up the satellite phone and gave a strange look when he saw the name on it.

After taking a look, Kirshtalia couldn't help but reveal a strange look. The name on it was "Weber Velvet". Although they were both monarchs and belonged to the same faction, he and this equally young monarch had almost no connection.

After the call was connected, Marisbury's expression gradually became strange.

"Let's go to London."

"What happened, teacher?"

"The devil appeared in London."

Marisbilly calmly told Kirshtalia what El-Melloi II had just told him.

Kirshtalia's pupils shrank slightly.

Although they had long known that they would inevitably become enemies with the demons after embarking on this journey, they had never observed them taking action so early, and even in London, the headquarters of the Magic Association.

"What do they want to do?"

"Lin Qingsu."

"Him?" Kirshtalia was shocked. As Marisbilly's most proud disciple, he knew many things that Marisbilly had only told him.

For example, the white-haired woman who stays at home is the famous magician Merlin.

For example, Lin Qingsu's talent in magic is actually better than his, and she possesses the most perfect talent for time tracing.

So the teacher planned to marry his daughter to him.

After Chaldea was built, he became the leader of Group A. As the son-in-law of the Animusphia family, Lin Qingsu could naturally inherit Chaldea, inherit the position of director of his teacher and prevent him and Group A from being targeted by the demons and no one would be able to take on the responsibility if something unexpected happened.

In other words, Group A, which was still in its infancy and headed by him, and even Marisbury himself were actually targets. Lin Qingsu was their trump card, a trump card known only to him, his teacher, and the magician.

But the premise of all this is that Lin Qingsu is still that inconspicuous "waste".