It was getting late, and there were noticeably fewer pedestrians on the streets.

It's still the same hurried look, and his face is full of numbness.

Alan walked over to his small building.

An old lady with gray hair was holding a large roll, sucking it incessantly.

Her face was full of relaxation and pleasure, and she looked several years younger.

It was the old lady who lived next door to Ellen.

Her small, cloudy eyes looked at Allen, whose body was covered by a black cloak, and looked her up and down.

Alan didn't say anything, silently passed the old lady and walked up the wooden staircase.

When he reached his door, he stopped.

The original doorknob is now only a hollow.

The copper lock that had been locked before was completely gone at this moment.

Alan subconsciously opened his heart.

There is no trace of magic on the old wooden door.

It looks more like it was forcibly opened with brute force.

Frowning, Alan gently pushed the door open.

The door scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

"Little brute, what did I tell you!"

The old lady's angry cry came from downstairs.

Alan didn't care, he looked into the room.

A candle was lit in the room, barely illuminating the small room.

Looking at the figure standing by the window, Allen's eyes froze.

The figure was wearing a long black classical dress with short hair, and although there was no bulge on her chest, the tight long skirt showed off her slender figure.

Just looking at the back, Alan can give her a ninety points.

"Who are you?"

Even if you look at the back, she should be a good woman, but Alan didn't walk in rashly.

His right hand was already in the sacrificial bag in his bosom, and at the slightest movement of the woman he would pull out the broken sword from it.

Alan cherishes his little life very much.

"What's the matter? I only met people yesterday, and today I turned my face and didn't recognize them?"

The voice is very familiar, but with a kind of charm and melancholy, coupled with her mysterious and graceful back, people can't help but think about it.

"I haven't seen you. ”

Alan stood in front of the door and watched as the woman turned around.

Suddenly, his body froze.

Pupils dilated suddenly.

No way!

This woman is actually Noah?

No, maybe it's Noah's sister, or maybe it's just a product of magic?

Eren was just in a trance, and the woman who looked like Noah appeared in front of Eren in the blink of an eye.

Allen's right hand, which was clenching the broken sword, was grabbed by the woman, unable to move the slightest.

Looking down at the woman's right hand, the color was blood red, the red on it kept tumbling, and most importantly, there were three stars in the middle.

Three Star Magician?!

"Just kidding you, as for magic?"

This woman's pretty face showed a bright smile, and in a trance, there was a feeling of captivating the country and the city.

"There is also a three-star sacrifice, it seems that you are not simple. ”

She let go of her hand, still with that touching smile on her face.

No, it shouldn't be her, it should be him.

"You...... Are you Noah?"

Twisting his somewhat sore hand, Allen's face was full of surprise.

"Don't you recognize it?"

Noah lifted his long skirt and spun around in place.

The skirt flutters, set off by the dim candlelight, is both a little mysterious, but also fascinating.

"But you ...... it"

Alan was about to speak, but was interrupted by Noah.

"I'm a man, am I?"

Noah said as he walked in front of Alan.

The two are no more than a finger's length apart.

For a moment, Alan only felt a fragrant wind hit his face.

It's not a milky body scent, but a pungent perfume smell, so deliberate that people can't help but want to sneeze.

But with Noah's face that is more beautiful than a woman, even if it is such a stimulating perfume, it doesn't make people hate it in her.

Noah reached out and grabbed Alan's right hand.

"You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Alan only felt Noah grab his hand and reach for his chest.

Very flat.

It's even a little hard.

Probably the runway of the airfield.

"I am indeed a man. ”

Noah let go of Alan's hand, straightened his dress, turned around, and sat down on Alan's bed.

"But a woman lives in my right arm. ”

At this moment, Noah's face lost a smile.

He looked at Alan with a calm expression.

Eren suddenly remembered Noah's previous abnormality.

So, Noah sacrificed a woman, and under that woman's memories and emotions, he became what he is now?

Allen's gaze began to look at Noah again.

Snow-white skin and short black hair are draped down, revealing a face that makes big stars jealous.

No matter how you look at it, she looks like a big beauty.

But if it's a normal outfit, it's a gentle and elegant beautiful man.

"Don't talk about that, I'll have to stay with you for a few days. ”

The smile returned to Noah's face, and she lifted her legs up and leaned against the bed.

"Huh?"

"That woman is so annoying, she knows about my three residences in Boulder City, and sends people to watch them all day long, so that I don't even dare to go home. ”

Noah looked at the moonlight shining in through the window and whispered.

"The woman I met?"

Alan remembered the woman in aristocratic attire.

Noah nodded slightly.

"She is the daughter of Count Isaac. ”

"Count Isaac?"

Alan was completely confused at this point.

"Huh?"

Noah turned his head and looked at Eren with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if he was a little puzzled as to why Eren was acting so strangely.

"Aren't there only three counts in Boulder City?"

"Yes. ”

"And where did this Count Isaac come from?"

"He's one of the three counts. ”

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Alan felt as if he was missing something.

"Wait, the three counts of Boulder City that I know, they are Baker, Scott, and Elliott. ”

He looked at Noah's pretty face, waiting for an answer.

"Count Elliot has been missing for a month and a half, and before his disappearance, there were four counts in Boulder City. ”

Looking at Alan's incredulous appearance, Noah laughed.

While smiling, he also covered his mouth with his hands, and looked like a little woman, which made people's hearts move.

"Is that so?"

Alan sat down in a chair next to him and exhaled.

Remembering the obvious unnaturalness on Lady Tina's face after she mentioned the basement, and the fact that Count Elliot was missing......

Alan felt that it must not be simple.

He didn't plan to get involved too much, as long as the people of Boulder City didn't bother him when he was carrying out his commission, he would be fine.

As for Potter, maybe he could try to cultivate power here.

While Alan was thinking about the complicated relationships between the powerful in Boulder City, Noah blew out the candle next to his bed.

The room went dark.

In the darkness, Noah's charming voice was heard.

"Go to bed. ”

Alan's face changed, and he slammed the door open and walked out.

"Fuck, this ghost world, everybody's not normal. ”

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, Alan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

His original fantasy of traveling to the Middle Ages, and then relying on his modern knowledge and mind to dominate has long been shattered, and not only that, but he also has to deal with these people who are not ghosts or ghosts.

Compared to this Noah, Mia and Frante are simply too normal people.

But the thought of Front's terrifying appearance in the forest that day dispelled his thoughts again.

Among the magicians he knew, only Mia should be the most normal person.

Thinking of Mia, Alan couldn't help but be a little curious.

What is Mia doing now?

He descended the stairs, and the old lady next door, who had been smoking a cigarette, was long gone, leaving only an empty dark alley with some garbage in the corner.

Alan walked out of the alley and into the street.

Since it was close to night, the crowd on the street was not as large as during the day, and only a few people remained.

Their faces were expressionless and numb, just like the people in the southern city.

Alan found that the city dwellers, who were supposed to enjoy a better quality of life, were not as energetic as the villagers in Buckman's original village.

There was a dead smell throughout the city.

Even the spiritual youth from outside, as long as they stay in this gloomy city for a long time, it seems that they will be infected by this inexplicable lifeless atmosphere, and thus slowly assimilated into one of these people on the street.

Every day, I do what I have to do, eat what I should eat, and go home when it's time, and the whole life seems to be prescribed by a fixed calendar.

There is no entertainment, no novelty, day by day, no wonder it has become like this.

As Alan walked, he suddenly found himself slamming into the door of the Afaron chapter.

Towering buildings and staircases distinguish Afaryn's chapter from the rest of the houses.

Alan walked up the steps.

It's been a few days since he last came here, and he wants to see if there are any new commissions, in addition to observing them again.

It's best to have already found a monster and can kill it directly as long as you go over.

Walking up step by step, a cold wind hit Allen's face, his body had already been baptized by strong magic, even if he was swimming in boiling water, there should be no problem.

But if you're swimming in magma, not necessarily.

The hall was brightly lit and filled with the dignity of a magician with a special status.

There was hardly any sound in the club except for the cry of a cold wind blowing.

Only the candle flame flickered once or twice from time to time because of the cold wind blowing.

The sound of Alan's footsteps was extremely abrupt in this quiet hall.

He didn't care, if there was anyone else at this late hour, it had to be that Tiffany.

As Eren got deeper, he began to see the same furnace he had seen earlier.

And the old lady named Tiffany was standing at the table, not knowing what she was thinking.

Just as Alan wanted to say hello, he suddenly saw a man sitting in the corner.

The man, dressed in a plain black suit, was leaning back on the sofa with his feet cocked on the coffee table in front of him.

He looked to be forty or thirty years old, with an ordinary face, and if you glanced at it from the street, you could see similar people everywhere.

But the only difference is that Alan knows this man.

Since becoming a magician, Allen's memory has improved significantly, even if it is just a face, he can still recognize the faces of many people.

This man was the one with wings who saved himself from the three-headed dog.

President of the Boulder Branch, Sholes.

Just as Alan noticed President Shores, President Sholes seemed to notice him as well.

President Shores's gaze shifted from Tiffany's to Allen's.

Afaryn's cloak obscured most of Alan's face, preventing Sules from seeing Alan's face, but he seemed to recognize who the dark shadow who walked into the Afalong chapter late at night.

"You're Alan, aren't you?"

He opened his mouth.

Alan nodded and took off his hood, "I've seen the Elder." ”

"No need to be polite, as magicians, our duty is to get rid of monsters, since the mission is the same, then we are comrades-in-arms, and we don't need these bullshit etiquette. ”

The corners of President Sholes' mouth lifted for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, but did not get up.

Alan looked at his ordinary, but somewhat alternative face, and the thoughts that had been hidden before gradually began to come alive.

He had always thought that as the president of the Boulder City chapter, President Shursi must know many secrets about the interior of Avalon, and even magic.

As long as you can get his help, wouldn't it be easy to sacrifice some high-level monsters and let your strength fly like a rocket?

What's more, as a five-star magician and a respected president, maybe he knows about the existence of space magic?

Assuming that Alan can find the clues of space magic earlier, it will also improve the strength of a bullshit.

Wouldn't it be good to return to Earth early and be a waste obediently?

In an instant, Alan had the urge to open his mouth.

But he suppressed his excitement, as long as there was a flaw, his identity as a traverser was likely to be exposed.

Faced with strangers from another world, Alan was not sure that this kind-looking President Sorse, a five-star magician, would treat him as kindly as a colleague and comrade-in-arms.

President Shulls seemed to sense that the young man seemed to have something to say to him, but he didn't say anything, but gestured to the chair next to him, motioning for Alan to sit down and think slowly.

Alan sat in that chair, which was a little cold, but it cleared Allen's mind a little.

President Sholes must have seen many gifted young men, and there was simply no way he could have done so to help himself without a significant reason.

Alan thought about it, and it seemed that there was only one way.

Clenching his fists, Eren took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"President Shut Res. ”

"Huh?"

"I want to ...... I think there might be something special about my right arm?"

Allen's heart was pounding, and he reluctantly forced himself to keep his eyes on President Sholes' seemingly cloudy, but in fact extremely shrewd eyes, just for fear that President Sholes would find out that his heart was weak.

"The right arm is special, this is normal, every magician's right arm can't be exactly the same, as long as this special doesn't affect your daily life, it doesn't affect your normal use of magic, there is no big problem. ”

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