Overhead, there is a ceiling covered in cobwebs, and in the corner of the wall to the left hand, you can see bringers emerging from the dampness, and the smell of charcoal burns permeates the whole space.

There was a click, an explosion from the pile of charcoal, and the spark flew lightly overhead and flew forward, fluttering in the air like fireflies that had never been touched when we had been playing together in that home.

If this is a meadow, it will be even more beautiful with the fragrance in the nose.

But in fact, the gentle movement brought with it a sharp pain and tearing skin, and his eyes tried to follow Mars, and Zuihou stopped on the steel left shoulder of a Knightmare outside the window sill, which had been completely shattered.

The pure black light seemed to absorb the moonlight, and the dark iron armor turned into a colorless 'sun' in the night.

Natsume knew whose it was, and since it was here, it must have been there.

Just as he was about to get up from the musty-smelling couch, a cheerful conversation came through.

Natsume endured the pain and immediately rolled over, but lost his balance on the way and fell to the ground again, his right shoulder emitting a hot stinging sensation, like ten thousand ants biting.

Sweat slid down her forehead, and after making sure there was no attack, Natsume focused her gaze on the light coming from next door.

A female voice came from inside, sounding very relaxed, telling some news.

"Ah, you're up."

As Natsume guessed, the owner of the black body, the one-eyed young Hinata quasi-human is standing there.

"Wow,What a persevering young man.,If you fall, stand up for me.,Don't worry about that voice.,It's an abandoned TV picked up on the other side.,I didn't expect to try to repair it.,You can use it after pressing the antenna.。

"Yes, right?"

Moving forward in a semi-crawling position, Natsume propped himself up with his left hand and lay down on the couch.

Even if he smelled a pungent smell, it was rare for Natsume to relax and enjoy it now.

The right hand is almost unconscious, and at most it can only move the index finger and thumb, and bending is already the limit.

What a ridiculous self.

Although he destroyed the opponent's strategic weapons at the moment of Zuihou, it would be too stupid to achieve it at the expense of himself, and there should be a more Haode method.

Well, in terms of results, if you are rescued, it will be a different matter.

It's just that Natsume was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand that Weishenme was going to risk saving himself, and at that time, at the moment of the explosion, his wheelhouse was forcibly destroyed and extracted by another Knightmare, and he lost consciousness at that time.

But Hinata is too risky to help him, so Natsume wants to ask, no, it's just a question, this person is definitely not because of 'you are my subordinate' or something like that to help him.

"Reason?"

The topic was snatched away by the other party, and it was obvious that the quasi-person had read such a meaning from Natsume's face.

He walked back and turned off the old TV, then immediately walked back with an extra bottle of wine.

"I don't want to watch the adult * person show, so I don't want to watch it, but drinking at night is a kind of enjoyment, I like the moon more than the sun, don't you think the sun is too dazzling but disgusting? The moon, which absorbs the sun's rays, emits light from the sun, but because of this, it is so desirable that it is a good choice to turn other people's things into one's own belongings, and to turn anger and pain into happiness or sorrow. ”

"The moon is also bright."

Especially when the moon is full.

Isn't there a saying? The moon is like day.

Seeing the quasi-person walk past him, Natsume got up and leaned back on the couch, the back of the chair creaking, and at the same time hearing the screeching sound of the spring twisting.

It didn't matter, Natsume smiled inwardly, and realized that the quasi-person had already walked over the shoulder of the black body.

Touching its dark steel armor with his hand, the quasi-man bit the cap of the bottle directly with his teeth, and at that time he was still talking muttered words.

"I'm sorry (compared to that), this, hey bite open! By the way, it is more appropriate to understand it as a mission than a reason. ”

"Mission, is it? What does that mean, hey! ”

As soon as Natsume finished asking, Zhunto threw the open bottle over.

The bottle made an arc in the air, and instead of spinning, it flew head-on, so Natsume reflexively stretched out his left hand.

The moment he held the bottle with his hand, he stepped back and removed the inertia of the bottle at a time, and finally caught it safely after spilling some wine.

Just such a simple movement made Natsume feel short of breath, and the temporary loss of strength caused by the loss of too much made it impossible for him to move smoothly.

"Really, what a mess."

"What a mess! Drink, take a sip, rest assured, this time it's a low-alcohol drink. ”

"Let the wounded drink?"

"That doesn't hurt, does it?"

Facing the quasi-person's words, Natsume nodded helplessly, of course, he also wanted to drink a little.

"The topic just now, the mission. It's like this Knightmare, it has become my liliang, it has become my possession, it has become my tool, it is what I need to fight, but my liliang is not all from me, but this guy gave it to me, what is the mission of Knightmare? Fight? Slaughter? Destruction? It's impossible to define, but it's certain that it has many uses. ”

So, the quasi-man patted the iron armor and said

"I'm just letting it do its job, saving a dead idiot."

"Stupid or something, you're the one, come on."

Natsume threw the wine back, and the quasi-person made a deliberate snort, and then Knightmare's outer armor jumped, and he bit the bottle with his mouth.

"It's very good wine, those girls on the Japanese Liberation Front make it, it's really virtuous, but it will change after getting married."

"Maybe, because women become 'demon kings' after marriage......

Although Natsume doesn't know much, his mother can be said to be a typical example of the 'Married Demon King'.

Memories of the past end here, and instead of throwing the wine to Natsume, Prospective drank it all in one go.

It may have been summer cicadas flying from the side of the man-made forest, and they were making some noisy music in the ruins.

The moonlight deflected slightly, and the silvery-white moonlight shone through the thin clouds.

The prospect leaned against Knightmare and looked up at the sky.

Those rays of light come from the distant past, and they are things that only people of the present can see.

With a sigh, the prospect pointed to the east.

"The battle line and the Knights are heading east, and we are currently on the west, and this is an action to prevent Her Highness the Witch from tracking along the road."

"I understand that if you deliberately chase after you, you will only lead the wolf into the house."

"Yes, but my subordinates are really cold, and they haven't sent me a single communication until now!"

"I guess it's blocked, look at the sky, if there's something flickering."

"Are you referring to the stars?"

"Not really! Ah, it hurts, I'm talking about the analyzer of information interception. ”

"Yes."

But ah, the quasi-man suddenly laughed.

"I didn't expect that the person who called himself Arthur turned out to be a little ghost."

“…………”

Natsume knew that he had been discovered from the moment he was rescued, but suddenly saying it still made Natsume a little unable to let go.

"Mention this now, do you want to use it as a threat?"

"No, no, no."

Waving his hands, he said as he placed the bottle lightly on the ground

"I have more important things to do than that."

What is it?

Although he wanted to ask, Natsume closed his mouth for that moment, and instead slowly stretched out his left hand towards the nearby stone.

I felt the murderous aura.

Even if his chances of winning are almost equal to zero now, Natsume doesn't intend to give up.

Perhaps sensing Natsume's actions, the quasi-person narrowed his eyes slightly and placed his hand on the handle of the Taidao hanging from his waist.

Then, here it begins.

Instead of fighting, he threw the sword to Natsume.

"Huh?!"

"I won't do it yet, but maybe it's a joke."

The prospective person spreads out his hands.

"As I said, there are more important things, so I'll tell you something."

Sit cross-legged on the ground and pretend to be thinking.

Thinking of it, the Buddha can put a light bulb on his head, and the quasi-person raised the corners of his mouth, no, and then he denied it, showing a puzzled expression.

Natsume had already placed his hand on the stone next to him, and the sharp part was just right to use as a weapon, so if he could hit the head, he would have an advantage.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, while the quasi-person was thinking, Natsume also looked at the sword that was less than two meters in front of him, if he got that, his attack and chances of victory could be improved, but unfortunately, Natsume had no intention of picking it up.

One is afraid of the other party's trap, but the quasi-person has already taken advantage of it, and it takes too much effort to arrange the trap, and the second is that Natsume only has one left hand to use now, and it takes two hands to pull out the knife, and if you use your feet, you can indeed pull it out, but at that time, I don't know if it has been solved by the other party.

But no matter how he chooses, Natsume thinks that his chances of victory are not very good, and this desperate action is just a death throes.

Have to think of a way, like chatting or something?

Yes, let's talk about what girl he likes, and I'll introduce one to her when I have time, although it's a joke.

Natsume began to move his body, and at that moment, the quasi-person in front of him moved.

"That's right!"

"Wow!"

Taken aback, Natsume directly smashed the stone in his hand.

Bang.

The tip of the stone was torn from the tip of the forehead, red blood flowed out, covering the wound, and the quasi-man waved his hand

"Really, why are you so flustered?"

Wipe the blood directly with his sleeve, and the quasi-person looked at Natsume and said

"Give you a chance, you don't have to die, kill that girl."

"That, girl?"

"Don't you understand? It seems that it must be made clear. ”

Therefore, the quasi-person supports his waist with both hands

"Kill the girl named Lu!"