The strange grinding sound of "rustling ......" was particularly harsh in the silence of the night, but it was not enough to alarm Brunei. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because he was used to it. For the last four days, he has been surrounded by the sound every night.

The system is reading. It is the Sun King of the ancient times, and it has unparalleled strength and wisdom, but even it has to understand the changes in the world through books and cultivate Brunei in a targeted manner. At least, that's what it says.

[What, can't you sleep again?]

The rustling sound had quietly stopped for some time, and the system returned to Brunei's body, asking as if concerned.

“...... Again?" Brunei was silent for a long time, and finally only spit out a word in reply, perhaps because he had not spoken for a while, and because a word suddenly came out, his voice was a little hoarse and dry.

[yes, didn't you roll around for a long time last night?, yesterday you were exhausted from playing with your little girlfriend during the day-hehe...... But you still can't sleep at night, what are you thinking?]

Brunei recalled carefully, and did not remember what he was thinking last night, only the "rustling" noise, and his irritable mood, and left him a vague impression: "...... I don't know. Maybe it's because you're annoying. ”

[Hey, hey, hey—I thought we'd be good friends, little Bruneith.] Anyway, since you don't like me talking about these friendly topics that will enhance our friendship, let's talk about something of value to you. Have you thought about what you can use to increase your skill points?

Brunei sighed softly: "Sure enough, ......"

Your INT is 90, which means you have 180 points of interest to add to any skill you want, since yesterday you spent 40 points on the "stealth" skill, and now you have 140 points of interest to allocate freely. 】

[Your Profession: The professional skill points of the mage apprentice are related to the two attributes of intelligence value and will value, the formula is INT×1+POW×3, and the calculated result is that your professional skill points are 210 points. You can only allocate these points to skills related to learning magic, casting spells, and crafting and researching magic emblems, which are called professional skills. 】

Brunei opened his mouth impatiently and continued: "Skill skills can be increased to a maximum of 80 points, and non-class skills can only be increased to 60 points. Although the skill points represent my own mastery of the skill, the skill that consumes these points can only be used by the system, that is, with your help, using random numbers, and there is a possibility of failure. ”

If there were other people around, he might have been startled by Brunei's sudden and violent self-talk as if he were talking, but there was no one around, so Brunei, who had no idea, continued: "You've said it many times. ”

[But there's something wrong with your understanding.] It's true that if you get a random number that is greater than your skill points, it will cause you to fail to use that skill, but even if you master a skill entirely on your own, you can fail for a variety of reasons, right? 】

Brunei pursed his lips, and his eyebrows were a little irritated: "Enough, I know." Let me be quiet for a moment. ”

[Seriously, is it necessary to think about it for so long?] You are a genius with a near-full intelligence value. It feels like you're not interested in the golden finger that I've worked so hard to come up with, it's really sad. Are you so reluctant to accept my help?]

"I ......" Brunei wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered something and shut his mouth again.

As if he understood something, the system not only kept talking, but also talked about topics that Brunei didn't want to hear.

[Oh, I see. You really don't want to accept my help, or, more accurately, you don't want to accept my help "again", don't you? You're regretting it, aren't you? You deceived yourself into becoming a mage - oh no, no, no, you made people think you were a mage. You yourself understand it very well. You're just a liar—]

Brunei sat up abruptly and shouted, "Shut up!"

Unfortunately, his roar had no effect on the system.

[Little Brunei, are you making some kind of bad joke? I didn't even open my mouth. This kind of joke is like making a blind man read a book, it will make people feel very uncomfortable, right? Of course, with our relationship, I won't blame you. But the next time you talk to others, pay attention......?

Brunei gasped, cold sweat gushing from his head.

The system was still chattering, but Brunei had completely taken his attention away from it, barely hearing it. But that doesn't help Brunei get a good night's sleep.

Because what kept him awake in the past two days was indeed not just the system's never-ending words.

He himself understands that what the system says is right. He looked down on himself in his heart and hated himself for cheating. He tossed and turned every night and feared not even the consequences of being exposed, but the person who made the decision.

At this time, he even began to suspect that the system that was still a drop of blood that night had cast a psychic influence spell on him.

“...... Let me see, you have a little girlfriend who drew her magic emblem at the age of 14, and she's a good girl. However, in the Empire, the gap between mages and civilians is difficult to bridge. It's a shame......"

The voice ringing in his ears made Brunei Darussalam startled: "What are you suddenly saying again!"

I'm saying, "Garbage like you, who didn't know how to make good use of the golden finger, had long been abandoned by the trend of the times, and I was really blind to you at that time. ”。 Are you stimulated by this statement?]

Brunei sorted out the background sound that had been blurred before, and found that the system did seem to say such a sentence. Who, then, was that sentence that suddenly ringed in his ears? The timbre and tone clearly belonged to the system.

Brunei recalled that this sentence was indeed what the system said, but it was not what he said just now, but a sentence that changed his fate in the middle of the night four days ago, the night that changed his fate.

He suddenly felt that everything had suddenly brightened, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

【...... Damn, what's wrong? I'm going crazy with too much psychological pressure? Not really. Lao Tzu passed 90% of the exams from childhood to adulthood by cheating, and he didn't bounce around all day long. You garbage natives, you know it's a waste of my time...... Let's check again. Hey, Bruneith, what are you laughing at?]

Brunei subconsciously ignored the system's crazy words that were close to talking to himself: "You're right, I'm a liar." ”

[It's over, it's really crazy.] It's too fast this time, isn't it? Hello Lai, really go crazy when something happens? For example, being betrayed by a friend, being killed by someone, being crippled by someone, and now that there is no, you are crazy. What's going on now......]

Brunei listened to the chaotic sentences of the system, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook slightly: "Calm down, system, I'm not crazy." I'm a liar, I'm not a mage - but I don't want to be a mage, I never have. ”

【...... Even if you say tell me to calm down...... You pretended to be calm when you failed, but the air of despair was about to turn into solid black smoke and envelop the entire village. So, you're really still crazy!]

Brunei lay back on the bed, with a shallow smile on his face, quiet and peaceful: "Indeed, I was desperate at that time, because I thought I had completely failed. However, it is not a failure to become a mage. ”

【...... I seem to have understood. Ha, boy, you're really funny. 】

"I'm just trying to make people think I'm a mage. Brunei closed his eyes slowly, almost dreaming, "It makes people feel that I am worthy of Sue, and it makes people feel that I have lived up to everyone's expectations." That's all. ”

"Please help me, system. Make me look like a real mage......"

Without waiting for the system to reply, a slight snoring sounded on the bed. The experience of not closing his eyes for two days and two nights was indeed a considerable load for Brunei, who lived an extremely regular life, and he did feel quite tired.

[Hmm...... Since you say so, of course you can. But, you're going to pick up all the skills for me, right?]

On Brunei's chest, butterflies with red and blue wings shimmer slightly.

[Heh, finally ...... Good night, little Brunei. Have a good dream. 】

............

While Brunei was getting its first truly restful sleep in two days, another event that had also begun two days earlier was now on track.

Lance was only forty years old yesterday, and he was theoretically at the best of his career as he entered middle age, but he was already the head of the Imperial Department of Special Events Management. If you want to rise further, you will either have to design and find a way to remove his mentor, the current Imperial Governor of the Ministry of Security, His Excellency Milan, or you will transfer to the military system, hoping that in a big battle, he can survive and accumulate military achievements to become a general.

But he was reluctant to take either path.

He and His Excellency Milan rarely saw each other now, but they were as close as ever, and he respected the old prefect who taught him all the tricks of spell-casting, how he behaved in the world, and everything else, as he respected his father.

As for the transfer to the military system - although he is a skilled mage, and has a lot of combat experience and management experience, he is a very life-saving man. This is also the reason why he joined the Special Events Management Department out of fanatical loyalty to the Empire, starting as a low-level agent, not only alive, but also living intact until the age of forty, becoming a legend of the Special Management Department.

As a special department that belongs to the Ministry of Public Security on the surface, but is directly under the jurisdiction of the emperor in operation, the special management department has a rather transcendent position in the administrative system of the empire, and most of the members have a unique arrogance and self-esteem, so the ministers in the past have often been promoted by the members of the ministry.

Perhaps for this reason, the Secret Service Ministers were almost all in their thirties, and most of them were full of injuries, and at least one hand was missing, which became almost a tradition in the Secret Service, until Lance changed all that.

As I said before, he is forty years old and in perfect condition. Therefore, he has a very high reputation in the special management department, "The Great Lance" and "Lucky Soul" are his nicknames in the ministry, and he likes these titles very much.

In short, Lance, who is just middle-aged but has lost the direction to climb further, in addition to doing his job honestly and honestly and finding a way to find some benefits for his brothers in the department, the main thing is to enjoy life.

As a healthy, middle-aged man in the prime of life, his way of enjoying life is also obvious.

The people in the ministry are very clear about this hobby of Minister Reims. So, for Lance, this was the first time he had been pulled out of bed in the middle of the night since he became a minister.

However, he was not annoyed by this, on the contrary, he felt a little nostalgic because he recalled the life when he was fighting on the front line in the past, and the slight joy that came with it. So, he asked his reckless men with a pleasant face, "Terry, what's wrong? Agents must stay calm at all times, what is this in the manual?"

Terry suddenly barged in when the minister was happy, feeling a little flustered by embarrassment and panic, so although he subconsciously assumed an upright posture due to years of training, his mind did not react: "First-one?"

"It's the third one. The first is that 'the agent must always be loyal to the empire and to His Majesty the Emperor.' ’。 Can't you remember that?" Seeing Terry shaking like chaff, Lance smiled and shook his head, "Originally, if someone from the Special Management Department got the first article of the manual wrong, it would be fatal. But you've always been very timid, and everyone knows that, that's why you've never been able to go out on duty. Say, what's wrong?"

Terry, who had narrowly escaped, didn't breathe as much as Lance thought, on the contrary, his expression became even more nervous when Lance asked him again why he was here: "Minister, there is an urgent letter. ”

Lance frowned in displeasure: "Urgent letter? I know, put it on the table-"

"Minister, it's a triple special expedited letter. ”

Terry interrupted Lance, which was also very unruly, but Lance didn't care about that kind of thing anymore.

"What the hell?!, you idiot, why didn't you say it sooner!"