Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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He lowered his head, looking at the strangely appearing runes that had suddenly appeared in his hand, and silently recited:

"When we were talking about blasphemy, she said this magic rune could help people remove or mark them with the sin of blasphemy, but it would only last for a week... I'll use it to remove the blasphemy marks from myself and Arte first. As for marking others, it might come in handy..."

Latis took a deep breath and walked home in the afternoon sun.

"Tsk, while reminiscing about young Ah Bin, I also have to think about how to provide psychological counseling to the little bird. Being a parent is really tough!"

Chapter 141 And you, my friend, you are my husband.

"Damn it, Kotori skipped straight to fourth grade, that just doesn't make sense!"

Latis looked at the "Out" sign at the robin's door and returned to his room indignantly.

The two-story house, built against the hill, has a gentle, rounded shape at both the front and back. Latis put his schoolbag on the table, sat down in a chair, and suddenly paused, frowning.

"Wait, based on my observations of several principals last time, Principal Fisherman of Bogu Academy seems to have a rather cheerful, no, rather abstract personality, so the probability of a conspiracy is probably not very high..."

"Maybe he wants to pass on his skills to the little bird... but that doesn't seem like a good thing! The little bird is so cute, I hope it doesn't become too abstract!"

"Being able to connect with the principal will make things easier later. Sigh, it's a pity I'm still just a nobody, not high enough to understand the bigger picture of this world... I still need to work harder! To protect my harem..."

He shook his head, putting those speculations aside for the time being.

"Anyway, after I talk to the little bird tonight, if I'm still worried, I'll start the simulation and see. After upgrading to the intermediate level, the number of simulations will be reduced, and I don't know if there will be any other changes..."

Latis stroked his chin and connected to the magic network.

[While you were away, your spell "Mage's Slip of the Hand" was used 1024 times.]

More than a thousand meager magical energies suddenly surged into his body from various entrances. Latis stared blankly for a few seconds before slowly recovering from the exhilarating sensation.

"Damn, if this happens a few more times, my pleasure threshold will be raised even higher..."

He shook his head, glanced at the chat area where people were urging him to update his posts, and suddenly his eyes widened as he saw a familiar name.

[Mobile Old Man: Hey, you short-circuit dog, update already! My magic engine is about to explode!]

Latis squinted, unable to suppress a torrent of internal monologue:

"Principal Fisherman, don't you care about anyone in this city?! Do your family members even know you're publicly pressuring writers to update their novels?!"

He clutched his head, which throbbed from the abstract nature of the world, and let out a long sigh.

"We've been letting things play out for a few days now, and there haven't been any risk warnings. It seems we can move on to the next step."

Latis roused himself, pulled out a blank scroll, and began to contemplate the second spell.

"The first time was just a trial run. To ensure at least two of the three criteria—safety, repeatability, and practicality—'Mage's Slip of the Hand' is only a first-level spell, making creation simpler..."

"However, the magic feedback from first-level spells is indeed very weak. Although I've used them many times, the quality is really not good... I'll try a more advanced spell this time."

He inscribed the basic runes of "Mage's Hand" on the scroll and pondered the spells he possessed.

"If we want to balance practicality... what else can hands do? ...I've got it!"

Latis's eyes lit up, and he began to painstakingly stuff the complex magic runes into the framework of "Mage's Hand".

"When I watched Detective Conan, I often saw the little black figure covering people's mouths. Since that's the case, I'll use 'The Mage's Hand' as a blueprint, adding the function of 'Silence Spell'... To avoid Gintoki criticizing my practicality again, I'll increase the weight of 'Silence Spell' a bit..."

After several hours of drafting and discarding, Latis finally obtained a magic rune that could function smoothly.

He stretched, glanced at the afternoon sunlight outside the window, and walked out the door with the scroll in his hand.

The shelves on the first floor were basically set up. To match the atmosphere of the forest valley, the half-elf planted many ornamental plants in the store. The vines, which were not yet long, hung down from the top of the stairs, like a girl's bangs that she had cut herself like a dog chewed.

Latis chuckled inwardly, greeted the half-elf behind the counter, and walked out of the shop, stepping on the colorful light and shadows projected onto the ground by the stained glass windows.

"This definitely can't be used on Artemis, and Yashutia is too weak with no defense, so it won't work either. Frico is a sixth-circle mage, but she's not very skilled yet... I've got it."

He glanced at the red dragon gliding between the hills and shouted:

"Selfal, come down and be the guinea pig!"

……

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"I am a great red dragon, not a guinea pig!"

The red-haired girl looked at Latis with a somewhat intelligent but not particularly bright gaze, patted her budding chest, and said with a grin:

"But since you've asked me so sincerely, I'll be merciful and help you out!"

Latis scratched his head silently and sighed.

"I always feel like I'm talking to a brick wall when I talk to Serfal..."

"In short, I'm going to test a new spell. With your magic resistance, it'll just be a tickle to you. Once it's done, a kilogram of beef will be yours immediately."

"How come it's only one kilogram!" Serfar opened his mouth in dissatisfaction and exhaled a breath of dragon fire in human form.

Latis stepped back, looked at the flames on the ground, thought for a moment, threw a piece of wood onto the flames, and then set up a stand to start brewing tea.

“We’re doing this privately, so I can’t give you too much, otherwise Arte will tie you up again to prevent you from causing trouble…”

He smelled the burning wood and suddenly felt hungry, but it wasn't dinner time yet. He could only grab the cup with his ruthless iron hand, take a sip, and then, with a look of struggle on his face, say:

"Here's what we'll do! I'll take the risk and give you two pounds of meat! But you'd better do this job well!"

Serphall's eyes widened suddenly, and just as Latis thought his deception had failed, she grasped Latis's hand with a joyful expression and said:

"You truly are my best Star Fury!"

boom!

Looking at the red dragon on the ground, its face a fleeting expression of (x_x), Latis withdrew his fist and said with a pained expression:

"You stupid dragon who doesn't uphold dragon virtue! I'll have to teach you a lesson about what a husband is, what star rage is, and what a wretched wretch who pours eggs is!"

……

"I see!" The red-haired girl said confidently, with an expression of understanding.

"I understand now. Someone like Lakemore is just a useless slave!"

“...That makes sense.” Latis put away the blackboard with a chart of reproductive relationships drawn on it, shook his head and said.

“And you, my friend,” Serfar said confidently, “are my husband!”

Snapped!

Latis suddenly covered her face, sighed painfully, and said, "Sister, it wasn't me..."

"Why not?" Serfar asked in confusion, "My dragon egg has already inherited your bloodline, and unlike the weak bloodline of mortals that is immediately devoured, your bloodline and my dragon egg have perfectly merged. You can definitely be called the father of that dragon egg!"

“That’s true… but look at the picture!” Latis picked up the blackboard again and pointed to the indescribable image, saying:

"In human society, married couples engage in this activity!"

"No problem!" Serfar laughed, stood up, yanked off his hot pants, put his hands on his hips, and said:

"Although I don't know what bloodline you have, I really like your scent, so it's not impossible if you want to!"

"..."

Latis glanced at the wrinkled hot pants draped over Serfar's knees, then at the clean, soft, mysterious dragon's lair, and couldn't help but rub his throbbing temples.

"You stupid dragon!" he muttered under his breath, sighed, and said:

"Let's discuss it again... I'll ask Jennifer to help remove the mental retardation spell from your brain after some time, and we'll talk about it again if you're still able to do it then."

"Huh?" Serfar shook his dragon tail in confusion, then put on his hot pants.

"Calm down, calm down, being a complete idiot is illegal..."

Latis calmed himself down, tossed the blackboard into the dimensional rift, clapped his hands, and said:

"Alright, let's begin experimenting with the new technique!"

"Serfar is ready!" Upon hearing this, the red-haired girl immediately struck a pose showing off her muscles and grinned.

“What the hell are you learning?!” Latis shouted weakly, shaking his head, taking a deep breath, and tearing open the scroll.

"The Mage's Black Hand!"

With the activation of magic, the remaining spell runes scattered in the air, and the brand-new spell created by Little Ra was quietly born in a sinister black mist!

Latis raised an eyebrow as he looked at the black mage's hand floating in the arena.

"It looks a bit smaller than a normal mage's hand. Let me see what you're good for..."

With a thought, the "Silence" magic runes on the black hand quietly unfolded, and then the black hand suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Huh? That's amazing?"

Latis looked toward Serfal from the location of the Black Hand in his consciousness and was immediately horrified.

"Uh, uh!"

Serfael, stunned, felt the fingers thrusting deep into his throat, still pulling and pushing, and frantically shook his head, spinning and jumping while shouting in panic:

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

"I'm amazing!" Latis murmured in shock.

"Is this some kind of legitimate spell? Who uses a silencing spell to stab someone in the throat?!"

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[Introduction: Today we bring you Chapters 3 and 4 of "Young La Mou". Thank you for your enjoyment (this story is purely fictional; any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental).]

Latis, with the lightning-fast typing speed of a seasoned office worker, quickly typed out two chapters of the novel. After repeatedly savoring the exciting plot, he grinned and uploaded "[Second Ring Folk Spell - The Mage's Black Hand]".

"I wonder if uploading this kind of trash every day will get me punished by the goddess someday..."

He muttered something to himself, scratched his head, and turned his thoughts to enchanting.

"The enchanting practices in the world of Terry are derived from various inductive laws of nature and society; in more familiar terms, they are similar to the enlightenment found in fantasy novels."

"That's a bit far-fetched! If the enchanting techniques in Atlantis are like fixed combinations of spells, then the enchanting techniques in the world of Terry are more like picking something up off the street and stuffing it into your body—it's a bit abstract..."

Latis's thoughts shifted, and he began to look into the distance.

"But speaking of which, it's only now that I've had time to think about where my lost Sundays went..."