The armor didn't treat him very roughly, at most it was just a little suffocating by the stiffness of his movements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info, though, is nothing compared to his still-groggy head.

The armor left after laying his body flat in the center of the hall, and instead Xiu looked at him with a smile on his face.

Lord Death blinked, only to find that his eyes were still blurry, and he could barely see anything. The non-dazzling light on the ceiling made him feel as uncomfortable as if he was looking directly at the sun. Even more uncomfortable was the groggy feeling in his head - it was even worse than he stayed up for four days in a row, as if he had been forcibly stuffed with a lump of slurry, sticky to death.

"How does it feel? Is it better? Xiu asked, bowing his head.

"You're going to try it?" Lord Death was very unkind. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have the strength to move at all now, he would definitely kick Xiu first.

It turned out that he was still too naïve. It's been a long time since Lord Death has been so badly shaded. It's rare to see that he can't resist at all. But he won't hate Lian. It's just that he's too weak. He cherished his life more than that insignificant hatred. As long as you're alive, that's a good thing.

Xiu looked at the extremely embarrassed Reaper-sama, and a burst of joy rose in his heart, so he didn't care about the Reaper-sama's tone, and took the initiative to explain: "That's soul searching, one of the most common methods used by wizards. Unfortunately, adults learned almost all the witchcraft and spells. So it's better that you don't have any thoughts. ”

"I don't need to say I'll do the same." Lord Death said angrily. He still wants to live longer, but he doesn't want to "die young" so soon. It will definitely not be a battle of magnitude, and all stratagems will become a joke in the face of absolute strength.

However, Xiu's words probably allowed him to understand his situation. Lian must have read his memories thoroughly, and seemed to have done something with his notes. Notes are as important to death as the soul.

As a result, she still didn't worry about herself. Lord Death couldn't help but smile bitterly.

To be honest, Lian said a bunch of specious things to him, and he basically didn't understand anything about it, only knew what her purpose was. And that's pretty much what he guessed. And what is certain is that Lian and Hill know each other, and the relationship is by no means as simple as colleagues. If he guessed correctly, the so-called "wanderer" should also include her. But it's not clear what the "other side" and "walking corpse" refer to. The enigmatic stuff was piled higher than the mountain, and hell became even more incredible after he saw it with his own eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until Lord Death had slept that he felt a lot better. Sitting up, Xiu had already returned to the table and was busy. Hearing the movement, he didn't stop, just said, "You can go out from the door, I won't send you." ”

After leaving from the fifth floor, Lord Death stood under the ancient building again. Although his brain is still a little groggy, it will not hinder his movements too much. Looking up at the time, it was close to twelve o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was as dark as ever. Lord Death glanced around noon without a trace, but didn't feel how much was wrong here.

Shaking his head slightly, he repeated the initial action and walked into the ancient building. When he stood on the platform, the turntable appeared in front of Lord Death again, the hands still resting on the number 1, and the number 9 still dim. Unlike before, the number 7 has been changed to a selectable bright blue. He now has two options, one is to listen to Lian's words and go to the 7th floor to find Hill first. The other option is to go straight back to Mistress Luna.

Lord Death hesitated for a moment, but still shifted the pointer to 7. Of course, he could go back to Master Luna and report it, or even tell him what happened. But then the matter is over.

Lian's words should be the following, right in Ciel's. Only by going to her can we know all the truth. Because it's all "classified". Only the "confidential" itself can know the "secret".

I was already dizzy, but after the teleportation, the dizziness made Lord Death almost vomit directly.

"Ah, here you are." Ciel, however, seemed to know that he was back, and was waiting for him at the door early. They didn't seem to like to wear the pitch-black dress, so they changed into their own clothes on their own turf. Hill's clothes are still very conservative, with a long white skirt and a white shirt, which does not show too much, and Lian is almost two extremes.

The seventh floor is completely different from the fifth floor. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the shelves occupied almost all of the Grim Reaper's field of vision, and the shelves were also filled with books. There is no writing on the spine of the book, it is wrapped in white, and I don't know what is written inside.

There are not many books here, and even when Lord Death looks at it from afar, there is no end in sight to the dark corridor. The lights are dim, and only a few dozen meters away from the ceiling will a faint chandelier hang down. Overall, it's like a repository hidden in the shadows, but the entrance is located where everyone can see it.

Hill was standing closest to the entrance, with a pile of books at his feet, neatly stacked waist-high mountains of books. Seeing that Lord Death was coming, she closed the book in her hand, stretched slightly, and asked, "Did she let you come?" ”

"Lord Lian asked me to tell you, you don't need to look for my file." Lord Death repeated it in its entirety.

"Yes." Hill casually stacked the book in his hand and turned to Lord Death: "What did she say to you?" ”

"Everything is buried in 'secrecy' and there is nothing to say." Lord Death whispered.

Ciel walked up to Lord Death and held out his hand, "Give me the note." ”

Lord Death honestly handed over the notes. There is no point in resisting, so why resist? Ever since he had chosen to accept Ciel's hints, he had already been on the thief ship of this gang, and there was no chance of coming down. And as long as there is a step in the pool, he will definitely not have a chance of survival.

Ciel and Lian, as the superior Grim Reaper, one is in charge of news and the other is in charge of finances, and it is not too easy to erase him silently, and even the excuse to explain to Lord Luna must have already been thought of. As long as he's by Luna's side for a day, there's always a time when it's impossible to escape.

The only thing he could do was believe. Believe that you will not die.

Hill flipped the first page of the notebook, his hand brushing it lightly, and his gaze did not remain on the words, but rather as if waiting for something. Only a few seconds later, a bright silver light flashed in her hand, and a shattering sound came from the note, and a little spark rose from the note, illuminating Ciel's calm face.

Ciel raised his hand, his fingertips close to the firelight, and a bright silver circle suddenly appeared on her fingertips. It wasn't a circle of lines in the traditional sense, but more like a clock walking fast.

The circle shimmered with a bright silver glow, and the clock that was rapidly spinning in the sight of Lord Death suddenly stopped. When the clock turned again, Ciel somehow closed his notes and returned them to Lord Death.

It's subtle, and Lord Death feels as if he's missing something. But in his continuous memory, there was no disconnect in Ciel's movements, just a very ordinary opening and closing of the note.

Lord Death took back his notes, just taking the strange feeling to heart. What he didn't notice was that the mountain of books on the ground had disappeared completely, and there was not a single one left.

Hill waved his hand and said, "Okay, I already know." You can go, report to Luna, or leave as you like. ”

Lord Death didn't ask anything, just bowed slightly and stepped back, "I see." ”

Hill disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no shadow behind. The Grim Reaper was left alone in front of the narrow door. Not far from him was a huge bookshelf several times taller than him. He never let his curiosity overflow when he didn't need to, and he turned away without even looking at those weird books.

He knew that it must have been more than just opening and closing, and Hill must have done something. But if she doesn't say it, it just means that there is no need to tell him. Then, there was no need for him to ask. It's not necessarily a good thing to know too much.

Lord Death left simply. Seconds after he left, the space flickered, and Hill reappeared in place, a book in his hand, turning the first page and reading. It was written about the life of Lord Death, because his life had long since ended. And the experience of being a god of death will not be written on it, because it will not be written at all. Every Grim Reaper's experience can fill a bookshelf. Moreover, it is also a secret within a secret, and even she will have things that are difficult to get involved in.

"Xie, huh?" She muttered under her breath, "She thinks you're qualified." But ......" After speaking, she opened her hand slightly, and the spark in her palm finally dissipated the last bit of residual heat. Close the book and head deeper.

"That's just her approval. It has nothing to do with me. ”