"Soul of the Spirit? What is this?"

The words of Master Claw Druid made Malone ask such a question almost immediately.

"It means that you don't need to go through cruel and dangerous spiritual training like an ordinary psychic warlock to overcome the dark fragments in your mind again and again in order to obtain a pitiful little manipulated psychic guy. Even if you do nothing, you don't want anything... The soul of a psychic warlock will also fill your mind with manipulated psychic."

Master Claw Druid, who had completely put away his attack posture, gave Ma Long an answer without any concealment, but then he said to himself in confusion: "It's so strange, why have there never been any abnormalities caused by spiritual leakage around you? Even a slight abnormality has not been shown?"

After talking to himself, Master Claw Druid looked at Ma Long up and down with great curiosity, which made Ma Long feel uncomfortable all over.

In order to divert the attention of Master Claw Druid, Malone asked a question he wanted to know for a long time: "I heard that psychic warlocks are all very evil beings?"

"Absurd remarks!" Master Claw Druid refuted Ma Long's cognition without hesitation: "The white demons who yearn for light will appear in the dark and fallen purgatory demons, and the withered people will appear in the druids who love nature. How can the psychic warlocks be very evil?"

"But I can find information about the Purgatory Demons, but I cannot find any other written information related to the new Spiritual Warlock except the original source of fear and pain, the master of other people's minds and thoughts."

Ma Long nodded and accepted the statement of Master Claw Druid, but then he raised a new question - since that time, Ma Long had been in a coma for three consecutive days, he was consciously looking for information about the psychic warlock, but unfortunately he could not find any information.

This question is very sharp. Master Claw Druid began to hesitate whether he should tell the secret of the White Sand City that happened a long time ago and related to the psychic warlock.

“That’s because—”

At this moment, a loud voice full of energy came into Ma Long's ears from the far side and back.

Malone had never heard this sound.

Turning around and looking in the direction where the sound came, Ma Long saw a strange old male and human with silver and white hair combed to the meticulous manner.

"There was an evil psychic warlock who almost destroyed this White Sand City with his psychic energy."

This elderly male human whom Ma Long didn't know completely, replaced the sharp-cut Druid master with a loud voice full of energy, and partly explained the secrets about why Ma Long couldn't find any books on psychic warlocks in White Sand City.

"Thank you for your answer, are you..."

Ma Long nodded politely and asked half a question.

This white-haired old man with excellent tailoring and high-end formal clothing came to this beach and never wanted to come to swim.

"You call me, Mr. Delft." As he spoke, the white-haired old man had already come to Ma Long. After saying his name, the white-haired old man showed a seemingly stinging smile to the little fox girl Aimi: "Little Aimi, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you, your unreliable dad?"

uh-huh?

This Delft, the cute little fox girl Amy, and Sheriff Bernard are very familiar with it?

Ma Long looked down at the little fox girl in surprise. He saw the little fox girl bared two delicate and cute canine teeth at the white-haired old man Delft, and waved her small fists angrily.

"Ha, it seems that your unreliable dad is at least living a good life now, so I'll feel at ease."

The little fox girl's reaction made the white-haired old man Delft smile slightly.

Now, Ma Long could not understand what the relationship between the little fox girl's family and this Delft was.

"What is the relationship between you and Uncle Bernard's house, Mr. Delft?"

Since I couldn't understand, I asked directly.

"What's the relationship?" The old man's eyes finally turned back to Malone: ​​"Malone-Liszt, you can go back and ask that brat Bernard, he will tell you the answer to this question."

The white-haired old man did not answer Ma Long's question, but he said Ma Long's name and surname.

Ma Long is not surprised, because the citizens who are more attentive in Baisha City can refer to the descriptions of him in the newspapers that are overwhelmingly promoted and recognize him without any effort.

The only thing that makes Malone strange is Delft's attitude towards him-

Although he maintains superficial respect, he treats us more like Aimi, and he also has a natural look of downing in his expression and attitude... This is really annoying!

No wonder, Little Aimi showed such a obviously hostile attitude towards Delft at the beginning.

"Ahnivasen--, Polcentwyn, Enosterkak."

The white-haired old man Delft said suddenly again with a very strange tone.

"Mr. Delft, what language is this?"

There is no doubt that Ma Long didn't understand at all.

"Nothing, it's just a spiritual spell that helps the soul warlock shape the spirit crystal servant."

The white-haired Delft looked at Ma Long with interest. As he spoke, he had a black crystal of palm-sized slap in his hand. The crystal looked ugly like a vicious black widow spider: "Spirit Crystal servant, the physical manifestation of the spiritual power of the soul warlock, you can use it to do many things instead of yourself."

"You can imagine the shape and color of your spiritual crystal servant while chanting a spider." The spider-shaped spiritual crystal servant spread his legs and climbed on his palms. It naturally turned into a black snake that was swallowing and spitting out the snake's letter, followed by a huge black butterfly and a huge black poisonous bee...

The white-haired Delft slowly repeated the spiritual spell he had just said: "Ahnivasen, Poulcentvin, Enostkak."

It seemed to be echoing Delft's spell. The one that had transformed into a huge black poisonous bee spiritual crystal servant, with three faint white halos appearing on his back.

"My friend, don't do what he said! Don't imagine a spiritual crystal servant as big as him!" Master Claw Druid suddenly jumped up, and he tried to stop Ma Long from chanting this spiritual spell: "He is a three-ring spiritual warlock!"

But the problem is that Master Claw Druid stopped it - it was too late.

When Malon, when he slowly repeated the spiritual spell for the second time in the white-haired Delft, he had already recited the spiritual spell in his heart.

Even silently chanting spells is not serious. The most serious thing is that while chanting the spiritual spell, Ma Long did not think about any crystal at all, but thought of a big guy who is also in a bee form but is cool and dazzling - Bumblebee.

Well, to be precise, what Malone is thinking about is that he can transform into the bright yellow Chevrolet Camaro sports car in the movie "Transformers".

So, almost as Master Claw Druid spoke loudly of stopping words, a radio sound with a ziz electric current appeared in Malone's mind.

“my-lord…bumblebee, at-you-service.”

("My master... Bumblebee, willing to serve you.")
Chapter completed!