Lucie pulled out a total of five fish balls from the pipes, most of which were clogged up in the slender pipes, mixed with the greasy dirt that had been deposited for a long time. She didn't hesitate at all, she stuffed it all into her mouth, and it was full.

In the next second, the black-haired elf was dumbfounded. Grazter tore out her tongue and severed her neck, her muscles breaking so she couldn't make swallowing motions.

"I'm so miserable!" She thought, fumbling around, hoping to find something slender and poke food straight from her mouth into her stomach. She was lucky enough to find half a plastic hose, probably the kind used to water flowers in the garden.

Lucieu gestured in the darkness and nodded, thinking it should work. She spit out the fish ball in her mouth and put it next to her, then inserted the hose straight out of her mouth and into her stomach.

It was unspeakable pain, and the girl was leaning against the wall and rolling her eyes and kicking her feet.

Normally, such pain was enough to make the delicate elf princess cry, but now, there was not a single tear in her eyes, and her gaze was cold, as if she was indifferent to the inhuman pain inflicted on her.

After completing the intubation without a teacher, Lucie picked up the fish balls, carefully crushed them into the palm of her hand to the right size, and rolled them through the tube into her stomach.

"I guess the taste of the fish balls must be top-notch." The elf thought to himself, "What a waste it would be for you not to eat." If I still have tongues, I'll definitely let them stay in my mouth for a little longer and taste something different. ”

She forced herself to think like this, imagining the deliciousness of the fish balls. The Aya elves are completely vegetarian spirits, and even a little bit of meat will make them nauseous and vomit.

If Lucie hadn't hypnotized herself like this, her stomach would have been turned upside down.

At this time, there was a sound of running water coming from the drain next to it, perhaps a housewife was cleaning cups and plates. The elf crawled over with difficulty, bowed his hand and sniffed.

"Well, it's fresh water, and it's not rotten yet." The girl felt very lucky and was busy sending this domestic sewage into the "esophagus".

"I shouldn't be dead today"

After figuring out the diet a little, the girl thought to herself. She lay on the concrete walkway on the side of the sewer, which was dry, at least warmer than the sewage and silt. She placed the pot next to her head and scooped up an empty jar to use as a pillow.

"I don't have a pillow to sleep on, I need to rest and regain my strength now," thought the elf, "I hope that tomorrow I don't die, and I can see the rose, it must be the most beautiful flower in the world"

"But, even here, it's still too bright." She hugged herself, shrunk into a corner as much as she could, and fell into a deep sleep.

When the elf woke up during the day, he was pleasantly surprised to find that a few rays of sunlight were leaking through the cracks in the manhole cover. The elf's dim vision allows it to see its surroundings with just a little light.

She took the pot to the light and took a closer look, and the wilting petite plant had withered and yellowed because it had lived in an obviously uncomfortable environment and had not seen sunlight for several days.

"You're dying, let me think about how to save you." The elf placed the pot firmly under the light, so that the tiny plants could be exposed to the sunlight as much as possible, after all, there was only such a small amount of light leaking from it, only the size of a coin. When the light flecks crossed the girl's palm, the warmth made her frown in pain as if she had touched a soldering iron.

"There it is!"

Lucieux lay on the ground, carefully gathering the dirt scattered on the walkway into a heap. It was the dirt she held in the palm of her hand, and when Lindbergh threw her down, it spilled all over the ground. Now that she had collected them in her hands again, Lucieux leaned in and sniffed them closer.

"Angelis." The black-haired elf's disgusted flattened mouth sprinkled the dirt of Lindao into the flower pot, "This will make you better." ”

Angelis's anger burned out the evil, and the powerful divine power remained in the dirt, and after following the girl through the infinite plane, there was still a little natural divine power. "Angles...... I owe you once. The girl looked at the fluffy plant that was obviously a little more energetic, and thought secretly.

Lucieux ended up in the sewers.

Without caring about the dirt of the environment, the sewers of modern cities can be called a treasure trove of dragons. Elves are a race known for their ingenuity, and many of the sundries they pick up, even if they don't understand their use, don't prevent them from using them to improve their lives. She carefully explores the strange world along a labyrinth of pipes, taking with her everything that seems useful. Glass bottles, discarded food, scrap newspapers, dolls that turned around, shabby clothes, strange tools, half a computer motherboard...... There is always no shortage of such strange debris in the sewers.

The biggest bonus was that on the third day, Lucieu found a leaking water pipe. The rusted flange joints cracked open due to the pressure inside, and Lucieu gulped down the clean water, feeling as happy as if all the dirt in her stomach had been washed away.

"I can finally cry when I want to."

Lucieu has been keeping a minimum amount of water in order for the past few days, and even though the elves are physically stronger than humans, drinking too much sewage will kill her. She didn't dare to cry because she was afraid that tears would take away precious water from her body.

No matter how far she explored, when the sun was about to set, she would return to the place where she had placed the pot, the same place where Lindbergh had dropped her. Elven eyes can see in low light, but the absence of light is no different from that of humans. She lays down the day's harvest near a narrow shaft and transforms her abode with her dexterous hands.

She made herself a small nest out of cardboard, covered with cotton and a lid. The cardboard on both sides keeps out the winds that pass through the sewer from time to time, and the lids on top keep out the dripping droplets. The clever elf made the lid slightly tilted, like an eaves. In this way, the droplets do not collect on it, but instead pulley into the adjacent waterway.

This humble kennel is so cramped that it's not much bigger than a kennel. Every time the elf burrowed in and curled up, she felt the darkness envelop her. This closed darkness actually allowed her to find the warmth and peace of mind that she had not seen for a long time. She touched this growing and spreading darkness, felt the surge in the darkness, and really felt that something was growing in the depths of her soul, and kept singing:

~~~~~~~~ came from a dark corner: "Hey~"

Just from there came a voice: "Hey"

Who the hell are you, my eyes can't see you

But you seem to be in that place all along

This makes me very concerned

So let out a voice: "Hey~"

He happily replied to me, "This—"

Who the hell are you?

It's tricky

Always by my side or something...

Look, it's behind you

Look, it's still on my head

There's a chilling guy

Let out a leisurely sound: "Hey~"

The teacher was stumped: "White? ”

The soothsayer was also helpless: "I'm sorry"

You're really making them tricky

When will I find it?

Look, in the corner of the room

Look, it's still in the gap of the closet

There's a vague dark guy

Let out a voice of indifference: "Hey~"

Where the hell is it?

I don't feel sleepy at all

Where the hell is it?

Tonight

Where the hell is it?

It's unsettling

Where the hell is it?

I don't know exactly where or what

"I don't know..."

Look, behind you

Look, it's still on my head

There is such a cold guy all in there

Let out an irritable sound: "See you next time"

A voice came from a dark corner: "Hey~"

Now there is no reply: "Hey"

Where the hell is it?

Ahh

You're not around or something...~~~~~~~~

(Yakushimaru Etsuko, "Pitch Black")

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"Tears, listen attentively!"

In the living room, a few meters away, Lindbergh smacked his lips over coffee, expressing his disappointment at the distracted disciple.

"Mentor." Saten listened to the tears suspiciously, "I seem to hear the song in the original sea." ”

"That's your hallucination! Well, in the exploration of the dark side of the Force, there are often these disturbing noises. The bad middle-aged man made an irresponsible excuse, completely ignoring the possibility that his disciple might go astray because of this, "Tears, your will is too fragile!" ”

"Understood!"

The energetic black-haired girl mustered up her courage and tried to drive away the noise in her head. She was doomed to futility, for her unscrupulous mentor had likewise heard the resonance of Luciere's soul in the primordial sea.

"! What kind of monster did you send me? His heart was filled with bloody and tearful accusations against His Excellency Commander Hardwin, and even to Madame, "How can there be such an outrageous dark talent. ”

"Is it really an unsuccessful summoning, isn't the Dark Serpent not born, but actually still in the body?" Lindbergh frowned.

It's not uncommon for souls to fall into the dark, and there will always be a few of them who can handle it with composure, which is a prerequisite for being an explorer of the dark side of the Force - but in the endless cold darkness, singing happily, what the hell is this!

"Mentor?"

Tears saw that the mentor was uneasy, and thought that he had made a mistake somewhere.

Lindbergh felt the unfamiliar configuration that spontaneously formed in the original sea, he raised his hand and motioned for Tears to stop meditating, and after thinking for a long time, he asked carefully: "Tears, how much do you know about the magic side?" ”

"Particularly powerful, particularly evil?" Tear withdrew from the dark side of the Force and let out a long breath. The question of the mentor, she is not very sure. She is only a level0, and she has no access to the struggle between the two camps, and at most she uses the rudimentary force to teach the bad boys on the streets.

"Magic is a way of using the Force. The Force is unique, but there are different methods and names for the use of the Force, whether it is magic, superpowers, vindictiveness, or whatever, it is the primitive use of the Force. ”

"Just like our primitive ancestors, who used fire very early. They use fire to heat food, drive away wild beasts, gain warmth, and even kill their own kind. They used fire to create different and glorious civilizations. ”

"Note, however, that these uses of fire are intuitively based on experience, and the fact that no amount of subtlety can change the fact that they have not raised the temperature of the flame above a thousand degrees for tens of thousands of years. Temperature is the most basic attribute of fire. ”

"When reason replaces intuition, systems analysis replaces experience, when the relationship between combustion and oxygen is discovered...... When the temperature in human control increased to 1,500 degrees, the industrial revolution of steel began. When the temperature exceeds fifteen million degrees, nuclear-powered spacecraft fly out of Earth with humans. When the temperature reaches 150 billion degrees, the collapse of space-time allows us to travel between planes. ”

"The same is true of magic, vindictiveness, and superpowers, in the hands of certain geniuses in some planes, they can exert the ability to destroy the world, even exceeding the maximum output of the Plantagenet, but this does not change the fact that they are backward and primitive. The rational cognition of the primordial sea involves hundreds of key theories such as the self-closure of entropy and the diffusion of exponential martingale, and the huge branches of theory that cover the sky and the sun, which cannot be changed by one or two top geniuses or one or two special adventures. ”

"For example, in the last dimensional encirclement and suppression of the second operation class, three powerful evil gods blew themselves up and destroyed four Doomsday-class expeditionary ships. But what can this change, as long as the bureaucrats of the Treasury raise their hands to pass the budget, New Eden can produce 10,000 Doomsday class ships in ten days. ”

"Teacher, then we just need to learn to fly a battleship, why do we still need to practice Sith?"

"Strength is the unity of the inner and the outer, and a powerful weapon must match a strong mind and body. The Sith legacy has been perfected step by step with the development of technology, and it has abandoned the cumbersome rituals and mystical associations, and is the easiest and most efficient way to use the original sea. Besides," Lindbergh quipped his hot-blooded disciple, "you can't drive a starship to teach the delinquent boys on the streets." ”

"Haha, that's it."

"Alright...... Remember this configuration first...... Force Chains are very practical tricks......"