As Punk expected, the magic crow vector succumbed, although this alchemy creature without much backbone has its own wisdom, but it still can't resist the impact of fear, Punk just put the two "speed kinetic energy cones" close to the vector's eyes a little, and this crow that eats hard and does not eat soft immediately obediently opens all the virtual soul core permissions.

There is no superfluous nonsense to say, almost as soon as Vector opens the core permissions, Punk, who has been prepared for a long time, immediately imprints his soul mark perfectly on the Vector's soul core control area.

So far, the legendary mage's practice work, the magic crow vector that originally belonged to Thorsend, has completely become one of the trophies of punk! After the virtual soul core is branded, the life and death of the vector, and the action are all firmly grasped by the punk, unless there is a legendary spell to remove this soul mark for this magic crow, otherwise this magic crow will never be able to betray the punk.

After checking the soul mark released by himself, the relieved punk casually dispersed the ready-to-go "Extreme Kinetic Energy Cone" and the magical confinement of the binding vector, and after having the control of the virtual soul core of the vector, the cautious punk was finally relieved.

As the days passed, the cold of the night had receded, and the dawn of Mira and Chikasa had once again outlined the horizon.

Before he knew it, another full night had passed, but Punk had only just reached the edge of the Wild Desert, and he was going to make his way around the Howth Mountains to return to the Truth Thoughts branch in the Grey Rain Country, and if he wanted to save time, he had to act quickly.

Casually slung the somewhat wizened vector on his shoulder, Punk unleashed himself "Super Quick" again and set out on the journey - he's not a time-wasting person, and stopping to convince Vector has upset Punk a bit.

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Traveling for the purpose of rushing is destined to be a long and boring thing, even if it is speeding at supersonic speed, but after a long time, anyone will no longer feel the pleasure of this acceleration, and the route chosen by Punk is a deserted area far from the town, and all you can see all day is a bunch of vague and fleeting bushes and rocks - these unaesthetic scenery undoubtedly greatly aggravates the boredom of the trip.

For such a boring journey with only silent companionship, the lonely punk didn't feel anything, but the magic crow standing on his shoulder who couldn't stand the loneliness was obviously starting to feel bored and even panicked.

Soon, the vector of reality, who had already accepted the reality of the "new boss", simply ended the three-hour silent "cold war" and said loudly to the punk:

"Quack, I said boss, don't you want to know my story and Southend's story, it's a legendary magical experience, even if it is given to the bard to sing, it will not be inferior to those unknown legends~quack."

Maybe it's because he feels that punk doesn't pay enough attention to himself, and just now he secretly made up his mind to ignore himself for the rest of his life, and the vector of the cold-faced "new boss" has begun to worry a little about his future situation in a blink of an eye.

Speaking of which, the magic crow, who has just quickly accepted reality, actually wants to put forward a little "small" demand and welfare treatment in a "non-violent and non-cooperative" way, but now the punk is silently burying his head in such a silent hurry, as if he doesn't care about its "non-cooperation" at all...... So how can vectors fight for their "deserved" welfare?

So, out of boredom and taking the opportunity to make a request, the vector who thought he was smart began to take the initiative to find something to say.

After hearing that Vector finally couldn't help but speak in a childish child's voice, the corners of the punk who were running couldn't help but smile.

Of course, he was interested in Vector's past and Southend's experience, as these ancient secrets would involve a lot of information and knowledge that would be difficult to obtain.

But Punk also knew that if he asked the mage who had pointed at the other person's head with a spell a few hours ago to ask questions, and was still making an awkward fuss in his heart, he would take the opportunity to make some requests even if he didn't intend to hide it, but if he put on a completely uninterested expression like he was now...... The magic crow vector will definitely worry that what little chip he has left will become worthless waste, and sooner or later this stupid bird will take the initiative to say everything the punk wants to know.

As expected, after discovering that Punk didn't have much interest in his "intelligence", the vector with the idea of "hard can't be soft, and buying and selling can't be successful, gift-gratifying" immediately began to speak on his own.

I have to say that the magic crow still understands the things that are frank and lenient and resists strictness, and now he already knows that punk root does not eat the set of "one crying, two troubles, and three hangings", so it is much more useful to show loyalty to the new boss as soon as possible than a dead duck's hard mouth.

"Ahem".

After clearing his throat in a childish child's voice, Vector pretended to speak slowly and slowly:

"It was a long~long time ago, so old that time could hardly even be remembered by anyone, and I, a legendary magic crow" Vector, had just been born as a newborn virtual soul in a pale blue ocean......"

While telling his own story in a heavy aria tone, Vector tilted his head cautiously to look at the punk.

In the absence of any response, the magic crow who really can't see through himself as the "new boss" is still a little worried.

Because of the high-speed movement of the punk, the vector at this time can only hear the continuous meaningless hum of the air being torn, as for the punk's feelings about his story............

The magic crow can only helplessly say: it can't even be sure if the punk is listening to him!

Tilting his head slightly, a vector of blue goofy fur erected on his head squinted cautiously at the beneath of the punk's hood......

But it didn't see the punk's face - the shadow of the hood hid the punk's expression too tightly, and the vector could only notice the blue pupils that exuded a cold, bone-deep magical glow - even though the rays of the two suns were still pouring sunshine and warmth for the whole world unscrupulously, the punk eyes could still make any creature feel a biting cold chill from the depths of their soul!

Almost reflexively, he looked away from the punk's extremely cold eyes, couldn't help but shake the vector of feathers, and finally decided to tell his story seriously......

"I was born on a cramped makeshift bench and made my caster...... It's a mage who has just been promoted to a legend for only two or three hundred years............"