It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 521 Because It's Fun

Although Karasuma Renya was moved by this, his reason suppressed his desire at this moment.

Bertranci looked at the card in his hand, waved it, and looked up at Asti, "So curses can only be cast by witches?"

Asti shook his head upon hearing this, "Ordinary people can use it, but they need to pay a huge price, which is not something that people can afford."

"Even as a magician, I don't dare to try it easily."

Asti stuffed the heavy book back into his cloak and spread his hands to express his helplessness.

"Oh..." Bertrand glanced at the card, looking thoughtful.

"So aren't we talking about cards?" Under the hood, Asti raised his eyebrows slightly and brought the subject back.

"Oh, right." Bertranci responded, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Asti meaningfully, "Is it difficult for you to add magic to the card?"

Asti was silent for a moment, then answered confidently: "I can't do it!"

Karasuma Renya: “…”

Bertrand spread his hands and said, "Okay, then there's nothing for you to do next. You can go back~"

"Oh." Asti shrugged and turned away coolly.

Sitting back on the sofa, Bertrand, Gin and Vermouth "customized" a detailed plan for cooperation with the church.

Bertrand stretched himself and slumped back on the sofa. "Okay, that's about it. Let's leave it like this for now. Sometimes plans can't keep up with changes anyway."

Vermouth couldn't help but laugh, "So what we need to do next is to ask M out?"

"No, not yet. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Bertrand yawned and said with his eyes closed.

Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly, then nodded.

……

On an isolated island.

Inside the church.

Murataya gathered Yuna and others together and talked about the same thing called "cooperation".

"The Black Organization? Are they the ones fighting with us for the fragments of the Jie Wenti model?"

In the conference room, several men and women dressed in nun's and monk's uniforms sat around the conference table.

Because she was not wearing a hood, Liz's dazzling golden hair fell in the air. A trace of interest flashed across her emerald eyes. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her tone seemed to contain a hint of disdain, the disdain of the Black Organization. "That organization is so weak, why did the witch choose to cooperate with them?"

Murataya, who was sitting in the first seat, smiled slightly, and raised her eyes slightly, "Why? Because it looks very interesting."

Liz's eyes paused, and then the corners of her mouth raised a hint of understanding, "I see, since the witch wants to play, then Liz will definitely support it."

Yuna, who was standing by, had a gentle smile on her face that had not changed for a hundred years. She nodded slightly when she heard the words, indicating that she was the same.

The other people in the meeting room naturally agreed.

Although they came to the meeting room in the name of discussion, in fact it was just a unilateral notice from Murataya.

After all, they have reached the level of self-brainwashing, so even if Murataya said a more bizarre decision, they would have no choice but to follow this one.

Seeing this, Murataya curled her lips slightly in satisfaction.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the conference room, and the next second, a respectful female voice came in.

"My Lord Witch, Jennifer, our Lord's follower, has something to report to you."