The sun and moon are gone, but the temple's quaint bell can punctually reverberate the heavy sound of "bells" in every corner of the city, waking the underground subjects from their slumber and returning to their busy lives like orderly worker ants.

Opening his eyes for the day and closing his eyes for the night, the black-haired man said goodbye to the people and things he had once known in his dreams, and looked blankly at the ceiling with a strong sense of getting up - only the stories in the dream kept repeating themselves and reminded them of their true identity, and buried in their bodies a soul that was out of place for a moment.

Sleeping naked has always been a "good habit" he developed in his previous life, and it is better to maintain this good habit that is conducive to physical health. But considering the safety issues, only last night was able to relax - nakedness also depends on the timing.

Char subconsciously cast her eyes on the door of the dormitory, and the bolt still faithfully submerged the top into the metal frame. He pulled back the velvet quilt that was on his body and walked naked to the other side of the room, where a quartz mirror was placed, and he had never had a chance to see what he was like since he came into this world.

The nature that greeted his eyes was the shoulder-length long shiny black hair, faintly with a little purple floating light, and when he looked down, his relatively fair complexion was more like a synthetic complexion, which made Char, who was accustomed to yellow skin, feel a little unnatural.

The body is not strong, it is closer to the body of the original world, but the sharp lines portray Char's edges and corners very clearly, and a sense of power looms out, agile and full of explosiveness...... This is completely different from the impression of those spellcasters that you have encountered in the Demon Web, and it is relatively close to the existence of a battle priest - relying on the power of faith given by the main god and his own excellent fighting skills, such characters are usually not physically weak.

It's just that the owner of the magic net is the goddess of magic - if you insist on having something to do with the main god, Char's power of faith is origin magic.

He had always had considerable doubts about the existence of this body, but the deeper he went into the magic web, the more amazed Char was at the truth of the truth - the body was shaped out of thin air.

In a sense, borrowing the words of the leader in the previous life, the main god can be called a "god", and there must be something special about him......

"What's so strange about that. ”

A beautiful female voice came from Leng Buding's ear, which made Char start, and he turned around slightly to the right, looking like he had seen a ghost.

Not far away, the shape of the large bed began to blur, and the air appeared illusory distorted as if it had been steamed at high temperatures. Immediately after, a hole broke in the distorted center from top to bottom, and large golden waves poured out appeared in front of Char.

"Why are you here?" the black-haired man looked at the bolt on the door—there was no sign of passing, he took a few steps back and leaned his back against the wall, his eyes staring directly at Thrandis, "Didn't I explain it last night, and we all went out?"

"Shh~" The blonde beauty didn't answer his question directly, but looked at the other party whistling with a flirtatious look, "It's pretty strong." ”

The questions in his head had not had time to be solved, and at this time he had already been left behind, and the black-haired man screamed, ran to the edge of the bed in a panic, and pulled the sheet over to wrap his naked body.

Although the other party's Manli's angry figure is not small, the negative impression of eating and not knowing the depth of age has always been involved in Char's thinking.

"You answer my question first, why are you here, didn't you turn around and leave after I finished talking last night?" Char really couldn't figure out how a dignified legion-like figure actually preferred the way of assassins and his whereabouts were secretive - wasn't all seen when he slept last night?

Well, it's still naked......

"You only said you left, you didn't say you couldn't come back. Thrandis's face was full of innocence, and the pitiful expression of the plump royal sister was enough to make ordinary people unable to control it, "Besides, you will be hungry at night, and the feeling of an empty stomach will always make people feel bad." ”

"Okay, okay, but there's a catch. Char didn't plan to dwell more on the topic of "eating" with the other party, "How do you know what I think?"

"You forgot? Because of the magic web, you can communicate directly from your consciousness. Thrandis replied with a helpless expression, "It is not very difficult to create a body without a soul, for the main gods with great divine powers. ”

"There's only one thing that binds them – rules. ”

"However, your state is relatively unexpected, because ......"

Just as Char was listening with relish, Thrandis suddenly braked the valve, "There are some things that you shouldn't know too much about right now. ”

"And how did you know that?" Char grumbled angrily, throwing the wrapped sheets on the bed like a broken jar, and walking naked again to the place where the clothes were placed.

"Me?" Thrandis seemed to be immersed in old memories, and for a long time she laughed as she looked at her manly puffing appearance, "Little brother, don't be angry. ”

Hao Angel was dumbfounded and found that his personality was a little different from before...... She shook off the confusion in her mind and listened to the man's words.

"Don't call me little brother!" Char was already wearing a close-fitting lining and lightweight armor, and he fumbled for a pair of metal shoulder armor in his hands, but he couldn't put them on.

Thrandis stepped forward, ignoring the other man's annoyed expression, and snatched the shoulder armor from the shoulders, expertly threading the leather rope straps under the shoulder armor through the clasp and holding them tightly.

The armor unexpectedly fit Char's body shape, as if it was tailor-made for him, not only did it basically cover his whole body, but the special magic power blessed on it directly reduced the weight of the armor to a minimum.

The armor that hung naturally down her shoulders admired the piece of equipment she had chosen with approval, for the dark-haired man in front of her did not know the true origin of the weapon, the special attire of the Captain of the Hand of Tyr, whose original owner was Thrandis himself.

As was customary for black-haired men, Angel Hao then strapped the winged sword behind his left waist, and when he was ready, Thrandis stroked the heraldic engraving in the middle of the wings of the hilt, and looked at the appearance of the blade with some wistfulness—the fist holding the blade.

Char didn't pay attention to the other party's small movements, he closed his eyes tightly, and held the spell book with the bat wing pattern in his hand, his mouth opened and closed silently, and his pupils flashed with a faint silver light in the dark, like a navigation light in the dark night, and turned into a data signal.

He closed the book and threw his right hand into the void, and the spell book vanished.

"Leomon's Vault?" Thrandis asked curiously.

Char nodded, stretching her body with a relaxed face, "I think there's something missing." ”

The smile on Hao Angel's face looked a little mischievous.