"This is the last time."

That night, because of various things, mainly Nozaki-kun's, and because of the help of An Yilun's circle of friends, he was finally able to get out of the bitter sea of sketches. So, everyone was ready to celebrate, and as a fat sheep, it was not the party that invited the guests, Lynn took the opportunity to invite An Yilun from the Nameless Game Club to join him.

Just when the group was happily holding the barbecue, it was cold, and such a whisper came from the side.

"All along, I'm really grateful to you for taking care of you, senior."

Lynn lowered her head and looked helpless. Sure enough, what appeared in front of him was a petite girl named Kuriyama Mikura.

"For some reason, I'm going to finish a certain job soon, the kind of life that lives and dies."

The thick red-framed glasses covered Kuriyama Mikura's eyes, and I don't know if it was the angle of the light, and for a while Lynn didn't understand Kuriyama Mikura's eyes.

"After this work, I may die, I may survive, but this is something that God knows. So, I don't want to just disappear without saying a word, which would be unfair to everyone I know here. But it doesn't matter to someone like Kamihara who knows the truth of the world, but for an ordinary person like Nozaki, it should be something that can't be understood. If I tell a lie, my level of lying will be quickly exposed. ”

"So, I thought about it, and decided to say goodbye to Senior Helsing. After all, Senior Helsin, you have always been so smart, and it should be no problem to think of a seamless word to tell everyone. ”

"If it's goodbye, I won't help you." Lynn interrupted Kuriyama Mikura's increasingly muffled self-talk.

"You know, there are three things I hate the most, one is the food that doesn't put ketchup, the second is that there is no crooked topic, and the third is the person who disappears without saying goodbye."

Putting his hand on the shoulder of Kuriyama Mikura, who was starting to tremble, Lynn said in a deep voice.

"So, just goodbye, I'm definitely not going to help anyone. Future-chan, I don't know what you're going to face, but you'd rather face it alone than tell me, which already shows your determination. ”

"So, I'm not going to stop you, and I'm not going to intervene in what you're going to do when you don't ask for help."

"But, you're coming back."

Lynn raised her head and looked around, and at the other end of the table, a senior girl with long black straight hair and a rare Japanese golden double ponytail sandwiched An Yilun in the middle, exuding the smell of Shura Field, and next to them, Megumi Kato was silently rummaging her barbecue.

The most beautiful of the men here, Shiba Mikoto, is throwing flattering eyes at a group of girls who pass by but dare not approach, talking about frivolous topics, while Sakura Chiyo is sitting next to him with a wry smile, ready to comfort the proud young man who is ready to comfort the girl's heart at any time, Nozaki Metaro took out a notebook, constantly recording some things that others don't understand but can be applied to his shoujo manga.

Kamihara Akito flipped through a pure white wordless postcard, and from time to time he showed a painful expression. An uninvited boy was sitting next to the warm barbecue grill, and he was still wearing a scarf in the weather, which had returned to normal temperature, and he was approaching Mitsuki Nase, whom Lynn had a relationship with, but from the latter's disgusted look, it seemed that the former was approaching wishfully.

A cat with two tails shuttled between the feet of the crowd, but only a few people seemed to notice it, so it occasionally stole the roasted meat undetected.

A glamorous lady who lit a slender cigarette stick leaned against the table, glancing at the laughing crowd from time to time.

"Wait."

Lynn suddenly discovers a very strange situation.

"Why are you here! And your cat! ”

"Guest, boy, why can't I be here, isn't this dinner party to celebrate the tall boy's escape from the misery of painting, and to invite friends to dinner?" The demon dream of the famous Xintang Caihua slowly spit out a smoke ring.

"As you can see, I'm the sponsor of this yet-not-yet-named gaming club you invited." Finger against the door of the head, Xintang Caihua said.

“”

Lynn was speechless.

He looked at the cat and demon dream that was still selling cuteness on the ground, and he didn't know why, but he heard Kuriyama Mirai say that this demon dream called Xintang Ai can communicate with humans very easily in normal times, but in front of him, it will only become a cat.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you come." Glancing at the Shura field group, who was still playing heartlessly, and had even risen to the level of sparks and lightning in his eyes, Lynn shrugged his shoulders.

Anyway, ordinary people can't see the demon dream.

"Where's the future sauce man?"

When Lynn turned around and was about to continue preaching, she found that at some point, the petite girl had already left.

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"Master, this is your letter."

Until the end, Lynn was unable to find Kuriyama Future.

The girl seemed to have disappeared, and neither the magic probe nor the summoned demon found any sign of her leaving.

Even Kuriyama Mirai's rented house, Lynn went through it - unfortunately except for a small amount of household garbage that was not disposed of, there was no trace of it, and Lynn inquired from her landlord that Kuriyama Mirai had already checked out this morning.

So, Lynn could only go home with a depressed and tangled mood.

After returning home, what was ushered in was a kitchen knife with a silver flash, the sharp blade easily pierced the [human] magic dress bandage under the effect of inhuman strange forces, and the symbiote mimicry clothes that were used as protection on the outside did not look defensive at all, and it was torn like a real school uniform.

"By the way, this is sent by a long-haired boy who has never seen it, he seems to know the 'real address' of this place accurately, and there is some kind of means of compressing the space, until he knocked on the door, the maid found out that she was derelict in her duties, and did not receive visitors at the first time, I am very sorry."

As he said this, he pulled out the sharp kitchen knife, Balugo lowered his head and put his hands on the apron: "To tune. Teach a maid? ”

"Then go and kneel the durian shell yourself."

Lynn took the letter and said.

Who gave me the letter? There are very few people I know who can use old-fashioned things like letters to communicate, and who happen to be able to find their home hidden under the heavy formation.

A poor road chief? No, it hasn't been long since the [Great Sword Day] in Shushan has passed, and he should be suppressing those Taoist priests who failed to refine their swords or didn't refine the swords they wanted. Also, Shushan is in Sichuan, where 'gathering fire and not practicing swords' basin, not only tanned their faces, but also their hearts were full of fire.

Old man of the jewel man? No way, for a magician who can put his hand into the tightest safe, sending someone to deliver a letter is the least efficient way, and he can't do such a brainless thing for fear of trouble.

Well, take a closer look, this envelope is still the wax seal method used in the Shao He period, and the people who still seal the letter in this way are already called antique-like characters.

However, the first two characters can be directly excluded.

When I opened the envelope, the letter paper was not like the juan paper used to write calligraphy as Lynn thought, but a very narrow piece of paper, from the smooth to the slightest trace of the edge of the paper, it should be made by a thrifty person who is good at living.

- Although a narrow note looked suspicious, Lynn couldn't help but throw a magic test on it, until it showed a stable blue light before opening it with confidence.

[See the purple on a moonlit night, in the season of cherry blossom martyrdom, it is starlight. 】

Five-seven-five, the orthodox format of the scarlet sentence, plus the sentence with unclear meaning, Lynn already knew that it was that guy.

"It's really a death, you dare to predict us."

All prophecies are distorted to variables, don't you know? The more accurate it is, the more distorted it is.

After thinking about it, Lynn still didn't tear up this useless scarlet sentence, but just put it in his pocket casually.

"Sanyan, you know that the prophecy will be invalid, why are you still doing this?"

The letter was sent by a friend of Lynn who had several faces, in this era of high technology, the strong people who are still living in seclusion in the countryside are already rare, and coming out and social contact is the king.

Whether it is the descendant of the first magician, or the remaining magicians, in Lynn's impression, they are all in close contact with modern society, and the fifth magician makes Qingzi even run around the world.

Three words, a superpower, ability is a prophecy - Lynn has not known much about the superpower phenomenon caused by the Dresden Slate.

Suddenly, Lynn seemed to smell something, and he walked into the house in confusion, and was then stunned by what was happening inside.

"Ah, I'm slow! Ahh liquid をください ahzi. Palace にだしてええええ~~、中に出してえええ~~"

Accompanied by such a strange female voice, it seems to be the sound of flesh colliding.

"Ahh

“いっちゃった！！！”

"I say, Ballougo, what are you doing now?"

The ground was stained with a white unidentified liquid, and it was emitting a smell that irritated the mucous membranes of the human nose, at least Lynn certainly wouldn't like it.

Ballugo was kneeling in the middle of the white unidentified liquid, looking blankly at Lynn.

"Ah, master." After half a ring, the maid lady seemed to react and said this.

"This is a punishment for not completing the maid's due task, master."

Lifting the apron slightly, revealing the durian under the white and tender knees, the maid lady explained.

"It's not a new tune you came up with. Teach the way. ”

So is the durian juice on the ground unprocessed? Anyway, why is there a water melon like durian at home! No one likes to eat it!

Also, casually say that you can do it directly, forget it, what's the matter with putting A.V in the living room?

"Because I always feel that my role is not enough."

The maid lady explained: "Look, just like the novels of the fantasy fairy will attract attention as advertisements, I can also attract attention when I watch A.V. ”

"Where are the eyeballs! Balluge, your character is completely broken! ”

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PS: We're really working hard, QAQ, to pull the plot of less than four episodes of the anime to such a long time, and the second half of the third episode has not been launched, and the only reason why we find that our plot is chaotic is that more than 75% of my plot is original, ah QAQ, and I didn't start thinking about the plot until I wrote it

PS2: So, the acceleration is over...... By the way, the troublesome devil classmate, K can only be released like this for the time being, QAQ, the plot in April has not passed, and the plot in December cannot be developed, only to let Sanyan die early......

PS3: The last spit is because of ...... Recently received the fantasy ah,Xianxia's,There are too many advertisements.,It's all @my...... It's really annoying...... So I used it subconsciously