When he said this, his eyes became feverish: "Think about it, Mr. Holmes, how challenging is it to deceive a real god?"

The Shadow of Avalon is a blind spot for it, and it doesn't know what happens here. If you are willing to cooperate with me, then we will win! I will win freedom, and you will gain power!

Win-win, isn't it?"

"You're already crazy...... "In the fog, the young man sighed: "I'm sorry, although I agree with your pride and motives, please forgive me for refusing." ”

This time, instead of using the illusion, he answered in person.

Perhaps, this is some level of respect.

"No need to apologize. ”

Naberis's eyes lowered: "I'm sorry, I'm going to kill you with your respect." ”

The aether around him was agitated, waiting to muster the strength to strangle the enemy once and for all. But the drop of blood in his hand that guided him suddenly became hot.

There was a cold, dead glow in it.

In an instant, the drop of blood seemed to turn into scorching lava, and the moonlight scorched his palm, sneering. Pierced through his palm and fell to the ground.

And in his palm, a hole suddenly appeared.

Naberis instinctively tried to continue the severed connection with music theory, only to find that all his senses were cut off by the light!

He looked down in astonishment, looking at his palm, and next to the hole, the flesh sprouts wriggled rapidly, but could not heal the scars. He lifted his palm and brought it to his eyes, studying the scar that pierced through.

He actually pulled back a game?

Through the hole in the back of his hand, you can vaguely see a surprise smile on the corner of his mouth: it seems that this hunt is starting to become more and more interesting!

The last mission. It's great to have such an enemy!――

The silent fog is like a dark jungle, three steps away, and it is difficult to tell the difference.

Everything is blurry, cold, and murderous. It's like the best hunting ground in the world.

Hunters and prey seem to be back on an equal starting line, sharpening their teeth in the dark. Look for the enemy's flaws, and then ...... Defeat the enemy in one hit!

"Sheran once said that there is bitter fruit waiting in a long asceticism. I especially like this quote. Suddenly Naberis raised his voice and asked, "Mr. Holmes, do you read poetry?"

"Never. ”

The response in the fog was brief and ethereal.

So, Naberis nodded abruptly, "It seems that you are not a person who likes literature. And what about life? What do you think about life?"

"Sincerity is valuable. ”

"That's a good point, life is precious! For the sake of life, everything is not wronged. ”

Naberis smiled. As if to exclaim: "Well, Mr. Holmes, I am willing to take a step back: and you, will you leave the Shadow of Avalon and never come again?"

"Sorry, no. ”

"Nothing to be sorry about, nothing. I knew you would answer that. ”

Naberis stooped down and took the iron box from his waist. Pick out the accessories one by one and place them in your hands. After carefully sifting through it, he said as if he were chattering, "You know what, you're famous. A lot of black musicians know about you. ”

"Oh?"

"Normal people think you look like a black musician, and black musicians don't think you are a normal person. But there's no doubt that you're the sane kind. There are too few sane people, and I like such people very much. Because everything can be discussed. ”

He was silent for a moment, and then asked abruptly, "To tell you the truth, you are very much to my liking, are you interested in being my student?" Thirty years later, I promise. Your strength can at least be on the top 10 wanted list......"

In the fog, the young man seemed to be stunned, and after a long time, he laughed softly:

"I have teachers. ”

"Yes? That's a shame. ”

Naberis sighed and looked at the assembled accessories in his hand: "Your teacher must not have taught you - what is the best thing for the guy on the wanted list?" ”

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and his blood was on his head, and he almost stumbled to the ground.

Boom!

There was another low muffled sound, Ye Qingxuan's face turned red, he was gasping hard, and he could barely make a sound. Because his heart was beating wildly, as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

And in the distance, in Naberis's hand, there is a metal heart!

The heart, made of soft and tough metal flaps, has seven orifices, like the holes of a flute. Held in Naberis's hand, it was blown like a musical instrument.

The voice was low and subtle, with a melodious melody, as if playing a song of life. But this song is desperate, it is a song of life that is about to wither.

Just a few snaps of his fingers had already caused Ye Qingxuan's qi and blood to be chaotic, and his heart was beating wildly.

"You must not have experienced the battle of a resonant musician firsthand, right?"

Naberis sighed softly, "If at the resonance level, the battle between musicians is a game of chess against factions.

Then above the resonance level, there is the confrontation and collision of the musician's heart. Once your mental rate is captured and defeated by your opponent, there is no room for you to fight back. ”

Ye Qingxuan leaned on the ground suddenly, the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, he was stunned when he heard the words, and asked hoarsely: "You...... Just by listening to people, you can listen to your heart?"

"No, no, that's too much to take for granted. It takes careful calculations and a series of derivations, and a lot of experience. That's probably my unique skill, and that's why I'm called the 'Heart Hunter' by the Holy City.

So, give up, Mr. Holmes. ”

He looked down at the metal heart in his hand and stared at the beating atrium in it: "Thank you for chatting with me for so long and allowing me to prepare calmly.

Now, your heart is in my hands. ”

"Hey......

In the mist, the young man's weak voice came: "Do you think about me?"

"To be honest, I don't exclude intimacy between men and men. ”

Naberis pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "How about I wait until I see your appearance before making a decision?" ”

"Hehe, you're still thinking beautifully. ”

Ye Qingxuan coughed violently: "That's okay." Come here, I'll show you something good. ”

"Okay. ”

Naberis said, but his footsteps stopped thirty meters away. Thirty meters, thirty meters...... A critical distance.

"You want to show me your alchemy equipment that can release the effect of thunder and lightning, right?"

His expression was cautious, "Please forgive me for being cowardly, based on the information I have gathered. That kind of extremely powerful alchemy equipment should be a relic of the saints, ......right? With that level of power, if you shoot it at close range, although I have been transformed, I am still a little unbearable. ”

“......”

Ye Qingxuan cursed in a low voice, and the raised cane paused weakly on the ground: Sure enough, the same trick will not work if you use it too much. This time, the enemy has already prepared, and I am afraid that the House has already begun to guard against its own Indra's Eye.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that you tried your best to knock me down and didn't dare to come over?"

"Safety first. It's just a few words of ridicule, and it's not worth caring about. ”

Naberis looked down at the metal heart in his hand and whispered, "In my opinion, it's not enough right now. You need to be a little more cautious when dealing with opponents like you. ”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't cry and laughed: "How cautious do you want to be?"

"At least...... I'll get you until you don't have the strength to speak. ”

Naberis's palm clenched suddenly, and boom, Ye Qingxuan's face turned blue and red, and he felt nauseous and nauseous. Squirting out a mouthful of sticky blood, even messy.

"Look. It's so miserable that the heart is controlled by people. ”

Naberis's voice came: "The sound of the heart represents the life of the self. Once it is in the hands of the enemy, it means that life is held in the hands of others. ”

"Yes, it's like your relationship with the evil god of your family......"

Before Ye Qingxuan's words were finished, he felt a darkness in front of his eyes: the intraocular pressure was too strong, and his eyeballs were about to explode. Guided by the frantic beating of the heart. The internal organs began to rebel, and even the blood, venous arteries, and lymphatic spinal cord all over the body were affected......

It would have been easy for Naberis to kill him, just hold on to that heart and play a few tritones. Within a few beats, he was too dead to die anymore.

But now that bastard faggot clearly wants to catch it alive...... Because Ye Qingxuan found that if he continued like this, he would really lose his voice.

He lowered his head and pulled the hidden button in his sleeve with difficulty, injecting a heart booster, injecting local anesthesia, and injecting stimulants...... The needle sticks into the blood vessel with a dull pain.

Convulsively agitated, he made a hoarse voice:

"You know...... Why don't I want to be a black musician?"

"I don't know, but who wants to be a black musician in a normal person, right?"

Naberis couldn't help but whistle, "Let me guess, probably because of prejudice?"

“...... Wrong. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head with difficulty, but his body couldn't help but crawl to the ground, unable to hold on.

Naberis pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Is it because of ideas? You don't want to overthrow all rule like those revolutionary armies, do you?"

"Hey, hey. The boy sneered hoarsely, weakly and hoarsely.

"Well, is it because of a lack of profit? So you should be a core disciple of a certain school, indeed, you must have taken refuge in natural disasters, and the contract with the Holy Spirit is more lenient......"

This time, the boy in the fog didn't even bother to answer him.

Naberis smiled softly, and after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's not because of interests, it's not because of prejudice, it's not because of ideas...... Hey, you guy, are you keeping the musician's oath?"

No one responded, and in the fog, the boy was speechless.

Even the sound of breathing was choppy.

A few seconds at a time.

Wait, a few seconds at a time?

Naberis was stunned for a moment, and counted silently in his heart: five, four, three, two, one, phew, five, four, three, two, one, suck...... Soon, his complexion changed drastically, and he broke through the fog and rushed to the place where the boy was.

There, empty.

Only one of the illusionary coins glowed, releasing the sound of a breath every five seconds. And on the ground, you can vaguely see the blood spit out by the teenager.

And the traces of him crawling with difficulty, little by little, towards the distance......

And right next to the coin, there was a teenager with his fingers dipped in blood, writing down the answer.

Why don't you want to be a black musician? The reason is simple......

- Because you're stupid.

Naberis's face changed for a moment, and at last he couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he had heard a wonderful joke.

Instead of being angry or dazed, I was filled with appreciation from the bottom of my heart.

"You ran away, Mr. Holmes, you are an enemy worthy of my admiration in every sense of the word!" he gazed in the direction in which the boy was crawling, and rubbed his hands excitedly:

"Let me see how far you can escape!" (To be continued.) )