Chapter 212 You are a good person
"what??"
Cedric looked at Carl with confusion on his face.
Carl just smiled.
"Why, are you starting to suspect me of doing something bad again?"
“No.” Cedric quickly waved his hands to deny it, looking at Carl with firm eyes and said seriously.
"The problems I am facing now are beyond my ability to judge, and I cannot make effective judgments."
"Whether what I am doing now is right or wrong, it doesn't matter because I believe in you."
"I believe you are a good person and you have genuine kindness in your heart."
"What bullshit!" Carl muttered in dissatisfaction. In his past life, no one had ever met him.
He was evaluated as a good person as a teenager growing up in the neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York.
He still has a very good understanding of what he did in the past, such as when he was in state primary school.
There were several tall, precocious Mexican teenagers who relied on their fathers to be in gangs.
There are handsome white kids like Carl who have always been the bullies in school.
Naturally, he is also the target of their bullying. Facing the huge physical gap, Carl's coping strategy is.
During the semester, you have to honestly pay $20 in protection fees every week.
At the same time, I didn't go to lunch during the entire semester, endured the hunger in my stomach, and used the remaining money to buy parts on the black market.
Finally, on the last night of the semester, he told the other party that he wanted to join their gang.
He was willing to pay a one-time protection fee of $300, but only asked them to find him in an alley two blocks away from the school after class.
On that night, when those tall gangsters came to the place where no cameras could capture them.
When they were in a completely hidden alley, they saw Carl with a cigarette in his mouth and a school bag on his back.
The other party habitually wanted to bully him, but before he could get close, Carl directly opened his schoolbag and took out an assembled MP5 submachine gun from it.
He emptied the magazine directly at them, and shot through their knees with a few long bursts, and the guy in the lead.
He kicked him to the ground, pointed the cold muzzle of the gun at his crotch, and fired all the remaining 10 bullets.
The shot was accurate and fierce, completely shattering the opponent's testicles without injuring his femoral artery.
After completing the "surgery" for the other party, he even thoughtfully left them a phone purchased on the black market.
Let them call emergency services themselves, and from then on, across the Brooklyn neighborhood.
In other people's mouths, I have always been described as vindictive and cruel, and it's a pity to hear the word "good person" from others.
I don’t know how much time has passed when I think back on it.
Carl couldn't help but slowly walked to Cedric, raised his right hand and placed it on the other's head.
The guy seemed to enjoy it too. He closed his eyes and waited for the touch, but what greeted him was a loud slap.
Carl slapped his silly pumpkin face aside and pointed to the stairs.
"Stop saying such disgusting things. It makes me uncomfortable. Let's go now. We have important things to do."
Cedric, who was slapped in the face, glanced at Karl aggrievedly, lowered his head and left.
It looked like a golden retriever that successfully picked up a baseball thrown by its owner, but was slapped in the face for no apparent reason, with an expression of grievance all over its body.
Until Cedric's figure completely disappeared, Carl's tense face was like a cooked crab.
It began to turn red visibly, he was breathing heavily, and slapping his face desperately with his hands.
After taking several deep breaths, he finally calmed down.
"Shit, why do I have this strange feeling?" Carl stood back on the edge of the air defense tower.
Below him was the newly awakened city of Berlin, and the morning breeze blew across his face, so gentle and cool.
But he could not calm down. His heart was beating wildly and his congested face became red and hot.
He gazed at the city below him, knowing full well what kind of evil and turmoil were hidden beneath this prosperous and peaceful appearance.
Just like what he felt in his heart now, he needed to calm down, starting from choosing to enter the magical world.
He has embarked on a path of no return, and what he needs in this process is calmness and ruthlessness.
But now he became nervous because of a name given by someone, which was absolutely unacceptable.
[Congratulations host, your charm has finally yielded its first result, and you must be rewarded handsomely.]
The annoying voice rang in his mind, making the already irritable Karl even more irritable.
He roared directly and bluntly.
"I'd rather take out my pistol and blow my own head off than listen to another word you say."
"You should know me better than others, and you should understand that I can really do it."
Carl's threat directly silenced the dog system after a full five minutes.
In his mind, Carl spoke first.
"Don't give me that boring reward. I don't need it at all. I just want to take what I deserve, regarding the task I posted earlier."
"I think I should have been able to get some of the rewards I wanted."
[Of course there is no problem. The special mission "The Queen Who Rules the European Magic World" has been completed by 15%. ]
[Your charm is indeed huge. You don't even need a speech. Just a dance can conquer 15% of the wizards present at the time.]
[Rewards are now being distributed, one optional god-level skill, please choose it yourself. 】
“Do you still need to choose?” Carl, who was in the memory palace in his mind, smiled disdainfully.
"Today is my official debut, so of course I need a skill that can prove that I am the undisputed successor to Grindelwald."
"Give me god-level control over the spell 'Fire Shield'."
[The "Fire Shield" spell controlled by the god level has been issued, and at the same time, in order to reward the host to use his own charm. 】
[The first result has been obtained. This skill will now be automatically upgraded. The "Fire Shield Body Protection" you are controlling now will be slightly different. ]
"What's the difference?" Carl asked with a dark face.
[That is of course a good thing. Fiendfyre is a very terrifying black magic. It is powerful but difficult to operate.]
[Only Grindelwald can fully master this power, so in order to ensure that the host's performance is exciting enough. ]
[Directly helped you improve your control to Grindelwald level. Now your Fiendfyre can follow your will. 】
[Selectively burning the target is very detailed and considerate. This way you can take good care of the feelings of your loved one. ]
[This group of Europeans who have never seen the world feel the terror of the new Dark Lord’s coming, hehe...]
Carl returned to reality from the memory palace in his mind and blocked out the dog system's mean voice again.
He pulled out an applewood wand, aimed it at himself and whispered.
“Charming!!”
A dazzling white light enveloped Carl's entire body, and when the light faded, a queen in a black robe appeared.
Theodora Grindelwald makes another stunning appearance!
