In the year 1016 of the Elzer Continental Calendar, heavy snow fell silently in the sky of the Osian Empire. Thor Arnold looked up at the sky of Len City, which was covered with lead clouds, and his pale gray eyes were numb and unforgiving. He poked out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked the snow that fell from the corner of his mouth, deeply feeling the bitterness and unwillingness in his heart.

Five years of hard work in the Befei Academy,After all, I only got a badge of apprentice black magician.。

Failure in the academy was destined to affect him for the rest of his life.

There was no exact graduation date for the students who had been promoted based on their magical achievements, and as long as the students had enough patience, money, and time, they could stay in the academy for the rest of their lives.

Thor was not short of money, and his family was fairly well-off. The paranoid father inherited from his ancestors the title of baron, which was slightly more noble than the knights, and a small territory governed the territory of only 872 people, which is recorded in the books.

Although they are nominally nobles, in this vast and vast Ottous Empire, where the territory is as vast as the sea, there are always new nouveau riches, and perhaps walking on the main axis of the imperial capital map to grab a random person is much more noble than Thor's father.

Of course, there will always be some stupid nobles who don't understand the rules from time to time to be swept away, but the Arnold family is like the most weak little fish in the sea, thrown at the end of the era, and if you are not careful, you will be swallowed by the ups and downs of the sea and the trickle of dormant beasts.

And that's exactly what happened.

The stubborn Duke Haider proposed to Her Majesty the Empress the day before yesterday that some of the mediocre and inactive lower nobles should be abolished, and the vacated territories should be rewarded to the warriors who fought bloodily for the country on the battlefield and made meritorious achievements. Although this proposal was strongly opposed by many nobles, Her Majesty Queen Atrix was fond of listening to public opinion, and the commoners would be pleasantly surprised to find that the abolition order had been suddenly issued. And by that time, I don't know how many generations have not done some merit, and the Arnold family, which is more like a merchant house than a nobleman, is destined to be deprived of the title.

Thor disliked merchants, not only with their scheming and philistine faces, but above all with their treachery.

This mentality originated from the 40 silver coins that he had worked hard to save for two years when he was a child, and after being in a high mood to buy a low-level nuclear wooden staff, he ran home excitedly, only to be reprimanded by his angry father for his family law, and later told by his mother that it was just a magic forgery made from ordinary branches.

Of course, this is only a prelude, and there is a series of defeats between the heroic little Thor and the cunning merchant until Thor is left with a great shadow on his psyche.

Therefore, Thor's psychology towards merchants is extreme, and if there is a world created by him instead of gods, there must be no such profession as a merchant in that world.

Under the influence of this abnormal view of merchants, Thorl did not think that he would be able to do it in the future, so he begged his father to let him learn magic.

Baron Arnold was not an arbitrarian man, and he somewhat understood his child's dreams. Just like he thought when he was younger.

Thor's father agreed to send him to study at the Peter Academy, but only for five years, and if he didn't achieve anything within five years, he had to return to him to learn how to manage the realm and run a business.

Under the rule of Empress Atrix, the taxes that commoners need to pay are really not high, and if Viscount Arnold does not take advantage of the advantages of the nobles to do business, it is basically impossible to get the current privileged life with the small territory of the Thor family, let alone send Thor to the expensive magic academy that even the nobles smack.

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The cold wind howling back and forth at the entrance of Pife College was dreary, and Thor tightened the collar of his black cloak, shaking off the snow from his body, and his long, dull gray hair fell from the brim of his hat, falling on the cloak and undulating in the wind.

He had already packed his belongings and hailed a carriage to return to the town of Canlente, where his father was.

The contents of the long suitcase were only a few sets of clothes and a nuclear wooden magic pole, and it was very easy to carry.

Thor would love to keep his wand in his hand all the time if he could, but apprentice magicians are not allowed to walk around with their wand in their hands, as is a rule established by the Wizards' Guild.

The coachman was a stubble man of about 30 years old, dressed in sturdy linen, with knotted muscles in his grip on the reins, and a hearty and kind smile on his hard face.

Thur waved his hand to the coachman in the distance, walked past the shuttled students at the entrance of the college, and walked to the carriage with his suitcase.

The coachman took off his hat from his head, put it on his chest and bowed slightly, and said, "Noble Mr. Magician, where are you going?"

Thorre also took off his hat, revealing his pale face and indifferent gray eyes. After a slight salute, he said, "Canlente Town." ”

"Sir, that will require thirteen silver coins. ”

"Thirteen? Okay, I'm sorry to wait for me here for a while, and I suddenly remembered that I forgot to take something. ”

The coachman bowed slightly, counting as a response.

After a brief conversation, Thor ran back to the Buffy Academy in the thin snow, and found that he still couldn't give up studying magic completely, although he could no longer study in this academy, it would be an expedient measure to borrow some books on magic in the library and go back to study it himself.

The marble path is as soft as white jade, and it is now the beginning of winter, and the white flowers on the yellowed alder heather have withered away, but the branches are already full of red fruit.

Thankfully, the library never seems to close, and every time Thor comes here, he always finds a few people quietly reading a book. He also likes the "occasional melodiousness and long silence" when the students read quietly together.

The library is a massive Gothic-style building with sharp minarets, carved biblical legends on the hard granite façade, and stained glass depicting the Virgin Mary holding a baby in her arms on the large windows of the building. Whenever Thorl looks up at the library, he can always feel its holy and majestic momentum, as well as the faint silence and tranquility hidden in it.

Thorl slowed his pace and slowly pushed open the pointed door of the library, which was full of high spaciousness, and the library was very quiet, with a few students and an old scholar with old-fashioned glasses hanging their heads and studying carefully, and Erin, the administrator, was looking intently at the counter with a copy of "Anderson and Betty's Rose Covenant".

Sail was most afraid of seeing this kind of love to death rose novel, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Thinking of the carriage waiting for him at the gate of the academy, he felt that he could not afford to delay any longer.

He went to the bookshelf where books on the dark arts were kept, pulled out three books with relatively basic contents, and carefully placed them in front of the desk of the caretaker Irene.

Erin didn't know how many books she had read in the library, and a pair of thick glasses obscured half of her face, making it almost impossible to make out her face. Her hair was tangled and boring, and she didn't know how many days she hadn't taken care of it.

Thorre was in a hurry, and took the lead in speaking: "Miss Irene, please help me register these three books, I'm in a hurry!"

However, Erin was clearly so obsessed with the books in her hand that she didn't even glance at Thor.

Thur is not usually willing to disturb others, he is a person who is used to waiting with peace of mind.

But when his eyes inadvertently swept to the hourglass on the bookshelf labeled "Time is the Sea", the corners of his mouth showed a crying and laughing expression, raised his voice slightly, and said:

"Ma'am!"

The tone of the normally unsound sound was like thunder in the empty library, and almost everyone who was reading a book raised their heads and glared at him.

Thorre gave them an apologetic look with an embarrassed expression.

Soon the others were back into the sea of books, but the old pedant was holding his glasses and looking at him with interest.

Erin didn't ignore him any longer, she put a dead leaf in her book as a bookmark, and glared at Thor viciously.

Erin's hand reached under the counter, and Thor thought she was finally going to help him register, but Erin took out a yellowed wooden board and placed it on the counter, and used her slender index finger to click a few bright words written on it in white paint: "The semester is over, no borrowing books!"

Thorle slapped his forehead violently, deeply feeling his stupidity. He had forgotten that it was impossible to borrow books from the library after the semester ended, and even on weekdays, he could only borrow books to read in the academy. At that time, I thought I had thought of a good solution, so I forgot about all the regulations.

After apologizing to Erin, Thorl reluctantly put the three books back on the shelves. At this moment, he felt deeply that from now on he might really have to be cut off from the path of magic.

The Ottoid Empire forbade the public sale of magic books, and except for those who could read them in state-designated locations, they were found to be hiding magic books, but they were all punishable by crime.

His mind seemed to be hollowed out for a moment, and Thor hung his head and walked out the door. Irene, who was reading the goosebump-giving book again, glanced at him with the rest of her eyes, and through the thick lenses, she could feel a faint compassion in her eyes.

After exiting the library's pointed door, the frustration still did not dissipate, and the whole world seemed to have lost most of its color, leaving only a dusk.

Someone gently patted Thor's shoulder.

Thor looked up and saw that it was the old bespectacled pedant he had seen in the library. His gray beard and white robes made him look old, but his face didn't look very old.

At some point, the old scholar came out of the library and waited for him outside the door.

Sail said listlessly: "Sir, I'm in a bad mood right now, if there's nothing important, please don't bother me!"

The old pedant closed his eyes and smiled, "Do you want to borrow books on black magic? ”

Thir's nerves tightened, and the instinct for profiteers, which he had trained since childhood, made him more alert.

"But I don't have any money, and besides, it's against Imperial law to take magic books out of the academy at will. Thr's eyes widened.

The old pedant opened his eyes, and said with a kind look in his eyes: "Do you think I look like a man who is short of money?"

Thor's eyes turned around the old man, the pure linen clothes, the expensive pale gemstone ring on his finger, hidden but not graceful, no matter how he looked like a person who was worried about money.

Thor's heart relaxed slightly, and he asked, "So, what do you have to give me, and is there anything you need my help with? ”

The old pedant closed his eyes and smiled: "Naturally, pies will not fall from the sky, but maybe someone will give you pies." ”

The old man took out a worn-out book from his arms, his eyes that slowly opened were sharp, and he stared at Thor at an unusually slow pace and said: "I just want to say that this is a magic book that can allow you to cultivate to a high-level black magician, if you want it, take it, and don't ask other questions, of course, even if you ask, I won't answer you." ”

"You can cultivate to a high-level black mage...", this paragraph hit Thor hard.

"Sir... Why are you—" Thal's voice trembled.

"Little one, this pie is indeed not for you, and I will naturally charge you a high price in the future, but that is also after you become a great magician. After a pause, the old pedant jokingly said:

"I don't have to give you this book, after all, I have a lot of choices, because everyone in this world has desires, and if you want to let desires derive ambitions, what is missing is just a temptation. ”

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flashed, his voice increased, and he said, "So, what is your choice?"

Thorre was silent.

The magic lamp on the side of the road was quietly lit, but Thor didn't notice. The soft light elongated his shadow and reflected it on the ground, perhaps not expanding, but it was out of shape.

"Then ......" said Thor, bowing slightly respectfully to the old pedant, and stretched out his hands, and said in a trembling voice:

"Please give it to me!"

The old scholar stroked his gray beard with one hand and said with a strange smile:

"Aren't you afraid of breaking the law?"

"It's worth dying!" Thor didn't even look up.

Luckily, everyone in the academy was busy packing up and leaving, and no one in the library came out, otherwise they would have found the two talking with strange mannerisms.

"Good! Yes! Motivation is only possible when there is desire!" the old man laughed wildly, not caring for his surroundings in the slightest.

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When Thor looked up when he felt something more in his hand, the old man was gone.

A bleak arc moon hung in the sky at some point, slowly moving among the lead-gray clouds.

Thur calmly put the books into his suitcase, and after locking the box, he raised his head and looked up at the half-moon night sky.

The next morning, on an official road outside the town of Dorham, the sturdy coachman shouted loudly, flicked the reins, and steered the carriage smoothly.

In the carriage, Thor sat languidly on the cushion, leaning his weight against the left window, his pale hand lifted the curtain, he planted his head on the edge of the window, and looked listlessly at the world outside the car.

Behind the vast wheat fields are the magnificent endless mountains, and the mountains that should be verdant in the distance have been covered with a very thick layer of frost and snow.

The frost-covered wheat fields are filled with a large number of wheat straw piles, which are fermented by the wind and snow, and will be turned into effective fertilizer in the coming year.

Thor's eyes followed the blades of a windmill beside the road, and when he had made a full turn, the windmill was gone, and he turned his gaze to another windmill.

"Ah...... It's boring. The journey home wasn't a trip, and he was tired of the kind of scenery nearby.

Thor thought lazily to himself, "What an exciting thing it would be if a dark dragon and a powerful magician suddenly popped up along the way, and the two began a duel, and then fought to the death......

As he continued to travel for a long distance, Thor was already drooling from the corners of his mouth, and the carriage suddenly jerked violently, and then came to an abrupt halt.

Thorr stepped out of the carriage with his red chin in his hand, and looked in the direction of the front of the carriage with a worried look in his eyes.

The coachman had also dismounted from the driver's seat and was standing still with the reins of his horse. The maroon horses were digging quickly with their hooves.

Thor was in a bad spirit, and he walked to the coachman with the corners of his mouth crooked and his chin rubbed. The coachman was looking up at the sky in the distance with a solemn expression.

With his right hand, the coachman pointed to the sky, and the horse neighed and turned to run, but the other hand of the coachman, holding the reins, was equally steady.

Thorr looked up, and the first thing he felt was the glare of the morning sun. But his eyes opened wider instead.

In the firmament, where the lead cloud had not yet dispersed, a seemingly light, but in fact terrifying fireball burning with blazing flames was slowly passing through the dim sky with a brilliant trail.

The coachman took out a pipe out of nowhere, lit it, took a deep breath, and frowned: "Sir, maybe we are witnessing the fall of a giant star now." ”

Slowly watching the fireball fall little by little, Sail felt aggrieved and inexplicable, and he said a little melancholy: "This is indeed a strange scene, if this is a meteor, maybe it belongs to the category that can realize dreams." ”

"Sir, don't you make a wish?" the smoke clouds were heavy, and the coachman's addiction to smoking was unexpectedly great.

"It's been promised a long time ago!" replied Thur hippie, and then asked rhetorically:

"Mr. Coachman, how are you going?"

Seeing the fireball disappear over the horizon, the coachman shook off the ashes of his cigarette and said to Ser, "Sir, you can go." ”

Thor answered, got into the carriage, and continued his journey home.

After nearly three days of running in the carriage, Thor returned to his hometown of Canlente.

The snow had completely stopped, and the warm sun was comfortable for the first time in the carriage.

After saying goodbye to the coachman, Thorl looked at everything familiar with his hometown, and his heart was filled with a faint feeling.

Actually, he could have let the carriage drive directly to the front of the mansion, but after all, he hadn't been back for a year, and Thor wanted to take a short stroll around the town first.

Canlente was famous for its special oat wine, and the slurry tumbling in his throat urged him to hurry for a drink.

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Inside the bar, a large glass of ale poured into the esophagus and into the stomach, and Thor put down the glass and let out a hearty sigh of contentment.

The unique smell of oats after fermentation, and the taste of deep and heavy aroma in the bitterness, this taste is indeed worth remembering for a lifetime for those who have drunk this wine. Thor was glad that he had made this trip in vain.

With the ale down, Thor felt himself more open, he stretched out his pale index finger and hooked the bartender, a bartender with short brown hair and black and white overalls slowly walked to his place, bowed slightly, and the two talked across the counter.

Strull, trying to get rid of the noisy chatter of the various professionals around him, Thor, staring at the bartender with a pair of eyes, asked:

"Hey, man, what's the funny thing in town lately?"

The bartender straightened the bow on his chest and said softly, "Young Master Thur, you also know that the people in our town are used to this kind of peaceful life, how can anything big happen?"

"Is that so......" Thor slammed his head on the table in disappointment, and rubbed his forehead around on it.

The bartender tapped his shoulder with his finger and motioned for him to look up.

Thor's eyes were misty, and he glanced at the bartender, then sat up and looked at the bartender with a puzzled look.

The bartender smiled slightly, and said peacefully: "Young Master Sear, it's not just some trivial matters, a very interesting and surprising thing happened the day before yesterday. ”

"The day before yesterday... What's going on?" Thal's sloppy gaze gradually gathered and brightened.

The bartender cleared his throat and said in an unusually clear voice: "The day before yesterday, a meteorite fell into the nearby Ossia Forest, and the huge impact smashed a huge crater with a radius of nearly 100 meters. ”

After a pause, the bartender continued: "I followed a group of strong men from the town to the forest this morning, and the scene was really terrifying. The pit was surrounded by the stench of charcoal, and the surface of the pit was burned black, with numerous and huge cracks extending deep into the ground. ”

"If this meteorite falls in an inhabited town or mountain village, I don't know how many people will die!" the bartender explained to Thir with a surprised expression.

"Oh, and what?," he said, but Thor had already in mind the huge fireball that he had encountered on his way home.

"Man, what a pleasure to talk to you!" Thor tossed the bartender a few copper coins.

The bartender put the copper coin away in understanding, returned to his counter and wiped his glass, ending the conversation.

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Out of the tavern, thinking that it was time to go home, he walked home with his suitcase, and walked on a road that was not comparable to the big city, but with the same snow, and walked home.

The Sayll family lived in a quiet alley to the south of the town of Canlent. Along the way, many people who knew Thor well greeted him one after another. His heart was a little excited, thinking of his father's exaggerated beard and his mother's gentle smile, and the corners of his mouth showed a little smile.

It is rare to see birds jumping on the roof and chirping on the roof in the cold winter. Thor was in a relaxed mood, and he screamed, and ran home with all his might.

The wind whistling in his ears swept quickly, and his long gray hair was blown into the air, which really did not match the image of a magician.

Wizards are never in good health, and Thorre is no exception. After a quick run down a street, Thor was out of breath, and although he would be home after turning another alley, he was completely unable to run, so he stopped and decided to walk slowly.

After he stopped running, he noticed a faint scent wafting through the air.

Sweet, hot and fluffy wheat. He recognized the aroma of toasted bread, and his stomach suddenly muttered twice.

He looked around and sniffed the incense, until at last he came to a hut made of old wood with a brown roof, and through the small open window he could see a large loaf of bread being turned and baked on the fire, the thick, enticing aroma that made his throat secrete a slurry.

"When did you get a bread hut here?" muttered.

"Excuse me, is the master here? I need a piece of bread. He shouted at the window.

There was no reaction in the room, the skewered bread was turning, and the golden skin was dripping with tempting grease.

The owner of the bakery may have gone out to buy the materials needed to make bread.

Looking inside the window, he touched the back of his head like a fool, and hesitated in his heart.

The gentleman's etiquette told him to go back at once, and to have bread at home as well. And the hot gastric juices reminded him that he needed food now, now!

After taking two steps back and forth, Thur finally realized that he was not a proper gentleman after noticing a small crack in the small wooden door to the left of the window.

Cautiously pushing the door open, Thor was ready to be scolded.

"I hope I won't be taken for a thief......," he thought.

The hut was dimly lit, with little sunlight refracting through the windows, half-blocked by toast and fires, before spilling onto the ground, but only a small area was sprinkled with light.

Does the owner of the cottage like the darkness?

"Take the liberty of interrupting... Is the master there?" asked in a low voice.

Still no one responded.

He raised his hands and walked towards the light. The dimly lit environment made him feel like he was walking in the dark.

After taking about three steps, his left wrist was suddenly grabbed by something, and then there was a tingling pain in his index finger, as if he had been bitten by something.

Shocked from the bottom of his heart, his instinctive reaction caused him to scream "Ahhh

He turned his head to look in the direction of his left arm, where pain was coming from him.

In the dimness, a silhouette resembling a skinny human could be seen, with a pair of scarlet eyes fluttering in the air—driven by his waving arms.

At the same time as I was frightened, I suddenly thought, could it be a monkey?

The red-eyed monster climbed on his arm, and the two were so firmly and tightly bonded that they couldn't shake it off for a while.

The tingling pain on the fingertips gradually turned into numbness, and there was a very strange sensation, as if some substance inside the body was lost with this strange feeling.

His mind suddenly began to faint, and his legs were weak and weak, which made him feel bad, and he was likely to faint if he continued like this, and then... Will you die?!

The fear of death aroused his ferocity, and he threw his left hand in an unknown direction like a man who could not find his way, regardless of his surroundings.

There was a sudden "bang!" sound in the darkness, as if something had been knocked over. There was an unimaginable pain in his left arm, and Thor felt his entire left arm twist in an abnormal direction.

It is estimated that he hit an extremely strong object, and the force of the impact caused the hand to be broken.

Fortunately, the gravitational feeling of being clinging to his hand disappeared because of this, and the monster must have been forced to separate from his left arm by the force of the huge impact.

Staggering to the door desperately, Thor regretted that he should not have entered the hut recklessly.

Until he pushed open the wooden door and ran out of the bakery, the monster did not chase him. Thor paused in front of the hut for a moment, remembering the appearance of the whole hut in his mind, and then held back the severe pain, and ran in the direction of home in embarrassment.

This time he didn't stop for a moment, and ran to the door in one go.

Old Hard, who was lazily repairing calendula in front of the fence at the entrance of the mansion, suddenly heard someone calling his name, and he turned around with white gloves and scissors, and was surprised to find that his young master Searle was running from the corner of the alley.

Thor ran to Hader with great difficulty, panting and unable to utter a word.

Old Harder looked at his young master, his expression turning from surprise to anger.

Thor's face was pale as a drowned ghost, his left arm was covered with a large cluster of red blood, a strange folded elbow was dripping blood, and the lower half of his left arm was horribly twisted completely, forming a strange angle, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment.

Old Harder anxiously threw away the scissors and asked angrily:

"Young Master, you are... What the hell is going on?"

After a cursory inspection of the wound on Thor's left arm, old Harder shouted into the mansion: "Sir, come out quickly, young master, he is injured!"

The clenched right hand relaxed, and the suitcase that he had been carrying fell to the ground, and Thor finally relieved himself, and he said intermittently to his old servant Hader:

"Hard, hurry... Get a doctor to bandage my arm, and call two more people... I... Attacked, right in... That bread hut in front, the attackers... Be... A red-eyed monster..."

Thor wanted to say something more, but he couldn't support it anymore due to the excessive blood loss, and fainted to the ground.

Just then Baron Arnold came out of the mansion with two other servants, and he happened to hear Sayr's words.

Old Harder stepped forward with a worried look on his face and said to Baron Arnold, "Master, I'll call a doctor first." ”

Baron Arnold nodded slightly, signaling permission.

After old Harder left, Baron Arnold beckoned to the two servants and ordered: "You carry the young master to the room first, and pay attention!

Snorted coldly, the exaggerated eight-character Hu on his face was difficult to hide the anger of the baron.

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The dim world is swaying, he only feels that he is floating in the shaking waves, time has not passed, everything has returned to nothingness, even he himself is just a shadow.

As if he had spent a long time, he woke up slowly.

Looking around and at himself: his entire left arm was covered in white bandages, and he was lying in his room, weak and weak.

On the table to the right of the bed, there is a pot of flowers, in which is planted a budding pure black tulip.

In a trance, the door was quietly pushed open, and old Harder walked in with a small white bag, and when he saw that Thor had woken up, he jogged over in surprise and opened his mouth to ask something, but then he saw Thal's godless eyes, and his expression became very worried.

"Young Master, how do you feel about your body?"

Because of the bandage, there is a feeling of tightness all over the body. However, at this time, Sayr noticed that there was no sense of heat around his body unexpectedly, and he felt a little cold and very comfortable.

The movement of his eyes was not very flexible, but Thor finally remembered everything. He looked at the white bag in the old butler's hand a little puzzled, and asked:

"Old Hard, what is this?"

"Young master, this is filled with ice, you have been lying in bed for more than two days, since the doctor gave you a broken bone, you have a high fever, you have tried everything to lower your body temperature, the doctor said that it was caused by a large amount of blood loss and wound infection. At that time, the lady was crying urgently, and the lord was furious and proclaimed that if you left like this, you would have to dismantle the murderer. ”

"It's been more than two days?!, and I'm almost dead?!" Thorr asked in shock.

"Yes, young master. Old Hadvino replied.

"And how did you get my body temperature down? Also, did you catch the monster? As soon as I got back, I wanted to grab my wand and call two of them to catch it myself. I didn't expect to faint suddenly. Thorre smiled helplessly.

"Later, Madame was so anxious that she ran to the church to pray, and it was amazing to say, as soon as Madame came back from the church prayer, your fever began to subside, and the speed was very fast, and it was reduced to the standard of a normal person in just a short time. ”

"Huh, am I protected by the gods? It seems that I will have to pray a few more times and thank the gods. ”

"That's nature. Old Harder replied with a kind look.

"And what about the monster?" Thor looked a little anxious, eager to know if the monster had been caught.

Old Harder coughed, glanced at Thur with deep meaning, and said, "Don't be afraid, young master, old servant. ”

Thorle smiled a little mischievously: "Old Hader, is your young master a cowardly person?"

Old Harder nodded, with a dignified expression: "The young master has indeed been a brave man since he was a child. ”

"Say it quickly, then. ”

Old Harder adjusted his thinking for a while, and then slowly spoke:

"Young master, here's the thing, about last month, a middle-aged fat man who had moved from the distant town of Dero asked the lord to let him open a shop on that very deserted street, and you know that the lord would definitely agree to this kind of thing, so after paying the rent to the lord, the next day he built that small cabin on that cold street, which was specially used to sell the various breads he made. ”

"Then why didn't I see the fat man when I went. He was also attacked, where did he go?" Thor looked indignant.

Old Harder brewed his emotions, and then spat out two words:

"Dead. ”

"Dead!?How did you die?" Thor was shocked, he didn't expect that there was someone more unlucky than him, thinking about this, he couldn't help but be glad that he was still a fortune teller.

"Just after the young master, you fainted, the old man immediately gathered people, and rushed to the bread hut with great momentum, before the people arrived, there was a smell of paste in the distance, and the subordinates kicked the door to see, and screamed in fright, it turned out that there was a dried corpse lying on the floor of the house, leaning on a round table where the utensils were placed. ”

"Ah!?When I went in, there was a dead man inside, I knew that I should have pushed the door open completely, and if there was a lot of sunlight entering through the door, maybe I would have turned around and ran wildly at the beginning, and I would have been injured. ”

"How did you know this was going to happen, young master?" comforted old Hard.

"What's next?" Thor was a little more excited, intrigued by the incident, and seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the victim.

Then the men with axes looked around the house, but they didn't find any monsters. ”

Then a young man who used to buy bread here identified the dried corpse by the golden ring on the hand of the dried corpse, and the dried corpse was the owner of the bakery. ”

"So the prisoner wasn't caught?" asked Thur unwillingly.

"Yes, young master. The incident is now terminated, and there is no new information for the time being, but the patrol has reported the incident to the relevant departments, and the old man is also assigning people to investigate, and ......" Speaking of this, Old Harder was stunned, and then whispered with a mysterious face:

"It is said that the Holy See of Tillich has also intervened in the investigation!"

"Huh, it's so serious, what is the reason for the people of the Holy See?" said Thor.

"There's no specific information on this, but many people suspect it's because of vampires!" said Old Harder mysteriously.

"Vampire...... It's quite possible. Thor muttered to himself.

After a conversation with Old Hard, Thor's curiosity was greatly satisfied, but at this moment he was a little regretful, if the murderer was really a vampire, with his own strength, it was completely impossible to get involved in this incident, it was really very helpless. But he also understands that being able to be so safe and sound is already an excellent ending for him.

But when he is young and enthusiastic, he will inevitably have some thoughts.

Having basically calmed down, Sail said to the old butler:

"Old Hard, where are my father and mother now?"

The old butler showed a rare wry smile and said, "The master is taking care of the business in the trading house, and the lady has not returned since she went to the church in the morning." ”

"Yes. Thor replied softly.

"Old Hard, I'm completely free of fever now, so I don't think I need these ice cubes, so let's take them and throw them away, now I want to think about it myself, sort out the information in my head, you go out first." ”

"Okay, young master, you pay more attention to your body. By the way, the old man said that if you wake up, the old servant should warn you that you are absolutely not allowed to get out of bed and walk until you are completely well, otherwise the family law will deal with it. ”

"Got it, I'm not going to run around. Thor pouted.

"Well, then, please rest well, and call the old servant if you need it. With that, Old Harder left the room with a worried look in his eyes.

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"Vampires... It's been a few days like something weird has bumped into ......," Thor got up slightly, leaning back on the head of the bed and muttering to himself.

Speaking of strange things, he suddenly remembered the magic book he had received when he returned from the Befe Academy.

Scanning the room, I saw the suitcase quietly sitting under the table with tulips.

Half of his body tilted out of the bed, Sayr tried to get the suitcase from under the table to the bed, but because he didn't dare to move his left arm casually, his movement was very restricted, and after several efforts, his right hand could not reach the suitcase, he sighed heavily at the pure black tulip in front of him, and decisively chose to give up.

The days in bed were very boring, and Thor wanted to ask Old Harder to help him bring him some knightly novels, but in the end Old Harder walked in after Baron Arnold with an apologetic face.

The baron shook his brown beard, glared at Ser with a majestic expression, threw a book called "The Forbidden Book of Hani Valley" on the bed, and immediately rebuked him with a solemn face: "As long as you study this book thoroughly, whatever books you want to read in the future are your business, and I won't ask!"

Looking at the old Hard, who was trembling and worried about him behind his domineering father, Thor suddenly thought that he should be more sensible and try not to embarrass others, so he nodded to his father. Old Harder was visibly relieved at this moment, and Thor smiled at him.

After asking his son how he was doing, Baron Arnold quickly nodded and left the room.

He always seemed so busy.

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It was the third day of his recuperation in bed, during which old Harder had been taking care of his life, and Baron Arnold had come to see him a few times in a hurry, and after a brief conversation, he was soon gone. His mother was still very concerned about him, and often brought him some nutritious supplements to nourish his body, but to Sser's surprise, his mother always liked to talk to him about the past deeds of the Tillich Holy See, and continued to preach the teachings of the Holy See to him with a reverent face.

Searle had a bad premonition, could it be that his mother was obsessed with religion because of his fever, but when he thought about it, it was normal for him to believe in the Tillich Holy See in the Ottoid Empire, so he didn't care too much.

Another very strange thing, perhaps because the doctor has good bandaging skills, Thor once knocked his left arm on the edge of the bed, and he didn't feel the slightest pain, just like a normal arm reaction, which made him sigh, he really met a famous doctor with excellent medical skills.

Time passes quickly, it has reached the seventh day of recuperation, the days are really very lonely, every day in addition to meditation is to look at the inspirational book that his father threw him to teach people how to start a business, business and success, the content seems simple, but obviously a simple sentence structure, you just want to think for a long time and don't know what it wants to express. Therefore, every time he reads a few pages, he has a feeling of a splitting headache.

On the eighth day, Baron Arnold allowed him to walk freely in the mansion, and Searco felt a sense of utter liberation.

The injury on his arm didn't affect his walking at all, and in fact Thor felt that his left hand couldn't be better, and if he could, he would really like to remove the bandage to see if the inner arm was fully recovered.

Walking around the mansion, planting flowers and weeding until the tenth day of recuperation.

It was a brilliant day, with vibrant sunshine shining everywhere it could reach. The doctor with long gray hair, a pair of strange glasses, and a furrow-like wrinkle came to change his dressing, and Thor wanted to thank him and praise him for his excellent medical skills, but the doctor with deep brows and a faint gloomy expression did not seem to be a talkative person, so he was a little stupid.

Because his father had received a large order and was too busy in the trading house, and his mother was learning to sing hymns in the church, Searl was the only one with him to take care of him today.

The doctor picked up the truncated head of the bandage, carefully twisted around his arm and removed it little by little, Thor's expression was relaxed and leisurely, there was no pain, and he still had time to blow a fancy whistle. Old Harder watched nervously at every step of the demolition.

When the bandage was removed to the joint, the old doctor suddenly let out a startled sigh, which attracted the attention of Thal, who was looking up at the ceiling, and he turned his head to stare at his arm, but he didn't know what was strange.

The speed of removing the bandage was rapidly accelerated, and the doctor seemed to no longer care about Thor's injury, and his movements and expression gave people a sense of urgency. This made a bad impression on Searle. Old Harder exclaimed beside him, "Hey, slow down! Don't hurt the young master!"

But the attentive doctor turned a deaf ear.

All the bandages were removed, and Cer looked at his left arm, which was completely unscarred and had healed, and didn't know what to say. It occurred to him that this doctor was a miracle doctor?"

This time he decided to thank the doctor no matter what.

The doctor who had removed the bandage hung his head down, and the strange spectacle lenses on his face reflected the sunlight, which gave people a very strange appearance. Old Hard, who was shouting just now, suddenly stopped talking, just stared at Thor's arm with a pair of stunned eyes.

Glancing at the old butler's reaction, Sail couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Old Harder was stupefied by the doctor's superb medical skills. But he also had a little doubt in his heart, didn't he say that he still had to take medicine? Why is it all right now? But then he thought, this is a good thing anyway, whatever!

The aging doctor retrieved a few bottles of red potion back into the medical kit, which had been intended to be applied to Thor's arm. Thor's head shook and he felt very happy, it seemed that he would be able to run to the Osia Forest in the afternoon to see the large crater left by the meteorite's fall, which he had been hiding since he returned.

The doctor turned around, turned his back to Old Hard, and said respectfully to Thor in an extremely hoarse voice: "Young Master Thear, you are doing so fast, you don't need to take medicine anymore, you can rest at home for a while, if there are any problems, Marco will treat Young Master Thear." With that, the doctor closed his eyes and smiled kindly at Sear.

The Doctor's bad impression on Thor was swept away, and Thor was very happy to praise the doctor's medical skill, which made his arm heal so quickly.

The doctor replied very modestly, and after finishing these kind words, the doctor took the medical kit on his back and left the mansion of Baron Arnold's family.

Seeing the doctor leave, Sayll noticed that the old butler beside him had a very strange expression, and when he looked closely, the old butler's face was mixed with deep anxiety, hesitation, and fear.

Thorle got up from the bed and patted Old Harder on the shoulder: "My good butler, what's wrong with you, aren't you happy that the young master is injured?"

When the hand that patted the butler's shoulder was withdrawn, Sayr noticed that the old butler's body was trembling slightly.

Thor was anxious in his heart, and was about to ask what happened to Old Hard, but then Old Harder spoke, his tone was a little trembling, and his tone was unusually urgent:

"Young Master, you... Hurry up and pack your bags... No need to pack your luggage, go now and get out of town!"

"Huh, why am I packing?" Thor couldn't understand old Harder's words, let alone why he had acted like this suddenly.

"My young master, that doctor just now is a doctor assigned by the Holy See!

Thor felt inexplicable, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he asked indifferently: "What's the matter? Didn't you and your father know this and let him treat me? I also said how did it get so fast, it turned out to be a doctor within the Holy See, no wonder the medical skills are superb!"

"Young Master..."

Old Harder raised his hands anxiously, and he almost pushed ForceThor out of the room.

Butler Hader is the one who watched Thor grow up, and Thor actually relies on this old man very much in his heart. The other party gave him a very cordial feeling, just like his own grandfather. But in any case, it is too unreasonable to suddenly let him leave his homeland.

Thor's expression flickered with displeasure, and his tone shifted sternly, stubbornly, and with a bit of annoyance.

"Old Harder, I'm sure you won't harm me, but you didn't even tell me the reason carefully, and told me to leave, to leave the hometown where I was born and raised! How can I agree casually! Besides, this matter is too abrupt, what is the matter? You must explain it to your young master Thor!"

Old Hard's outstretched hands trembled, evidently uneasy, and he looked at Sayre with excitement, and his tone was vicissitudes and sadness, and said:

"Young master, I'm afraid that no matter how late the young master, your life will not be saved!"

Frightened by Old Hard's horrific words, Thor couldn't help but be shocked.

"Then you hurry up and pick up the important ones, and I'll run as soon as possible!" Seeing that the old butler's words were so cautious and sincere, it really didn't seem like a joke, and he gradually felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

"Young Master, you know that the Holy See's methods have always left no consequences, as long as there is the slightest possible threat, the butchers who are dormant in the shadows of the Holy See will go out and kill them in a single bit!" Old Hard's mouth trembled, and he said this almost in a shouting tone.

"So what, what's my business?" said Thor, angry.

Old Hard's expression was painful, and his body had unconsciously become rickety, and his expression had aged a lot in an instant. He sighed, and said weakly and sadly:

"Young Master, there's a good chance you were attacked by a vampire, right?"

"yes, what's wrong?" asked Thor, puzzled.

"So, young master, you should know a few characteristics of vampires, right?"

"The characteristics of a vampire? Knight novels have seen ,... Shapeshifting, blood-sucking, fanged, and... I think that with great resilience, I can turn the attacker into a vampire......"

Speaking of the back, Thorr suddenly fell silent, and Old Harder closed his eyes in pain.

His face turned white at a visible rate, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his cheeks and dripped to the ground.

His whole back became cold, and Thor turned his head a little like a puppet, and his lips trembled as he looked at Old Hard, a look of fear on his face.

"Old Hard, you mean to say that I ......"

The old butler nodded with a bitter face: "Of course Old Harder believes that the young master has not become a vampire, because the young master has not had bloodthirsty impulses until now. But Old Harder never thought that the young master's injuries would heal so quickly, and if it was placed in normal times, this would naturally be a good thing. But this time it was the doctor specially appointed by the Holy See who treated the young master, the origin of this Mar doctor, in fact, Old Harder had inquired about the mercenaries in the tavern, but in order not to worry about you, young master, I never dared to tell the young master. The mercenaries told Old Harder that if someone was attacked by werewolves, vampires, or unknown monsters in Canlente or nearby towns, the Holy See would send him down to treat the survivors, and it was said that if the slightest abnormality was discovered during the medical treatment, the patient would soon disappear mysteriously. ”

The old butler paused for a moment and continued: "When Dr. Mar gave you medicine just now, I obviously didn't expect that your injuries were complete... This is not normal!"

After listening to the old butler's narration, Thor was like falling into the abyss, he looked at old Harder blankly, opened his mouth, but did not know what to say. "Bang!" the door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who opened the door was obviously quite rude, which startled both Thorle and the old butler, whose hearts were still hanging in the air.

A chill rises from the coccygeal spine and spreads rapidly throughout the body. Thor's expression was horrified when he looked at the door, and found that it was Baron Arnold, who was supposed to work for the firm.

Old Harder breathed a sigh of relief. Thorre looked at his father, and suddenly felt hesitant and aggrieved.

Baron Arnold's steps were full of momentum, and he stepped in front of his son, and asked in a steady tone and in a loud voice, "What did the doctor who just left say?"

"Father's ......"

Thor's lips were slightly open, but Old Harder was already eager to answer for him.

"Master, the doctor didn't say anything just now, but the fact that the young master's arm was completely healed surprised him very much. "When Baron Arnold arrived, old Harder gradually became calm.

The baron's gaze was deep, and he stood for a moment, and then his eyes flashed as he looked at Thr's unscarred left arm, and his body gradually revealed a solemn aura.

Sail lowered his head slightly, avoiding the baron's gaze a little.

The baron suddenly shouted, "Raise your head!

The reaction was unexpectedly fast, and Thor puffed up his chest and raised his head high, a wildness gradually spreading from the depths of his eyes.

Baron Arnold bowed slightly, his eyes turning to another part of the room.

On the carved wooden table, the pure black tulips are in full bloom.

The baron walked over to the table, bent down and picked up the straight trunk, and threw it in front of Thyr, then took a worn-out book from the collar of his robe, and threw it to Thyr.

"Take it, go through the back door immediately!Go to Agil in the Hikirk district of the capital, if it is safe here, I will send someone to contact you, don't worry about your mother, I will explain it carefully to her." ”

When the baron said this, he found Sayre with his head held high in tears.

He came to Thor with a look on his face that softened in the slightest, and with one right hand raised in the air, old Hard, thinking that the Baron was going to slap Thrør, became panicked, and quickly turned into a pleading.

Unexpectedly, the baron gently stroked his son's head.

......

Cer picked up the suitcase from the ground, put the old book in his arms, stood up, straightened his body, he looked at his majestic father, his bright eyes did not retreat at all, and said, "Father, I will be back!"

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Running away was scary, but a conversation with his father filled his heart.

Rushing out of the Arnold family's mansion, the glare of the sun made him lose his mind.

The Arnold family mansion didn't need to be looked back, he would always remember it.

To Thor's surprise, the last book his father threw at him was the one given to him by the old pedant he had met at the Peter Academy.

"If I hadn't had to flee from here, my father wouldn't have given me that book. He thought to himself.

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No amount of sunlight can completely dispel the emptiness of this alley, after all, it is too deserted, and there are no people nearby. Although Thor likes this environment, he inevitably feels a little lonely.

When Thor ran to the bread hut again, he found that the cabin had been completely burned down, leaving only a charred black stain in its place.

Thor suddenly stopped running, and he noticed a man standing on the charred black marks left behind by the burned wooden house!

Curiosity prompted Thor to look at the other man: he was a strange fellow, unusually short, like a child of six or seven years old, and dressed oddly - the black blanket covered most of his body was encased, leaving only the lower half of his feet exposed.

Thorre felt a faint fear, but more of an irrepressible sense of surprise.

The blazing sun in the sky gave him a strong confidence, and he thought: even vampires need not be afraid.

Eventually, he took a stride and walked towards the other party.

As I got closer, I could see more clearly that the man was not a child, but a child.

The tiny feet are delicate and delicate, the tiny red nails are cute, like the breeze that makes it easily damaged, and the snow-white skin reflects a dazzling glow that is almost transparent in the strong sunlight.

"This must be a pretty little girl. The thought came to Thr's.

In times when time is scarce, people always have so much to do.

After a moment of hesitation, Thor decided to move closer to the little girl, feeling that if he could not see the other person's true face, he would be left with great regret.

It was already close at hand, and Sayr observed that the black blanket had a lot of filthy material attached to it, and it had not been cleaned for days. Some areas of the blanket are stained with colorful colors, giving it a scruffy feel.

When Thor finally stood directly across from the little girl, he was greeted by a rather wordless disappointment!

"Hey, hey, there's something wrong with this little guy!" he roared in his heart when his attempt was completely thwarted.

Feeling the ridiculousness of the girl and the wordless urging of the passing time on him, he lost most of his interest in the little guy in an instant, and immediately he turned around, turned around and left!

The moment he turned around, the blazing sunlight stimulated his eyeballs. At this time, something unfortunate happened, and after taking about half a step, Ser suddenly fell on the ground and ate a heavy!

The black figure stands in place, like a lifeless sculpture.

** Getting up, his anger did not shine on the blazing sun in the firmament, and he stared wordlessly at a small snow-white hand hanging from his left wrist - it was sticking out from the corner of the black carpet.

It's like a volcano being ignited, and the rage is rising. He felt that he had been unlucky enough recently, and now he was inexplicably teasing a little guy he had never met, did the world think that he had no temper!

The grinning hand jerked suddenly, and he didn't want to delay a moment here. Not only because his life is like hanging on a suspended tightrope that can break at any moment, but also because he is disgusted by this guy's actions.

But it has been an unfortunate day for Sayre lately.

He was soon dumbfounded, the finely carved, powdered and jade-made hand, which seemed to be hurt by a gentle blow of the wind, was still clinging to his wrist after he shook it hard.

The other hand let go of the suitcase and grabbed the snow-white hand tightly, and he opened his mouth to let out a "ah-ah" cry when he exerted force, and the other hand gave him a soft and smooth touch, like the finest gorgeous satin, and most importantly, he could not move at all.

Thorre feels like he's met with a fateful scourge. It would have been a great injustice to wait for two papal seekers to burn him at the stake, who should have run far away—the life that would have survived was lost for a trivial matter.

His eyes were like brass bells, and he glared at the guy in the black blanket, his eyes reflecting the dark image of the other party.

The many constraints of etiquette and age are completely abandoned at this moment. He grimaced, and his right hand grabbed at the other's head.

He decided to get the obstructive blanket off the other party first.

Unexpectedly, his actions were not hindered in any way, and the other party allowed his rude behavior.

Grabbing the corner of the blanket and lifting a large part of it upward, most of the other party's body was exposed.

Thor's pupils constricted, and the brutal actions he was carrying out came to an abrupt halt, with a look of confusion and surprise on his face.

The parts that he saw from his eyes were all red.

The other party was like a lifeless sculpture, without the slightest reaction.

He was stunned for a moment, the only shame left made him feel as if he was being violent against a little girl of several years.

He quickly put the blanket back in his hand, and then turned around nervously, and after finding that there was no one else in the alley, he was very glad that this embarrassing scene was finally not seen.

But by this time he didn't know what to do.

He really couldn't figure out how he could run into such an inexplicable guy and suddenly grab his hand and not let him go.

Life in the academy was still rewarding, and he suddenly remembered what Gilles, a dark arts teacher, used to say: everything has a reason.

"yes... There's a reason for everything... So what's the reason for this guy?!"

"She grabbed her hand and didn't let herself go... Wait!" A strange thought popped into Thal's mind:

"Could it be..."

"Does she want to go with her...?"

"But if that's the case... Why?" Thalr thought wildly, and many images flashed through his mind, but in the end he still didn't come to a conclusion.

Time was pressing, and he couldn't think of any other way for a while, so he waved his only remaining right arm, and in a fierce tone, he shouted:

"You guy, do you want to go with me, if you are, don't stand still!"

After yelling at these words, Thor forced his steps, dragging the other party to move with difficulty.

Although the other man's body was small, his strength was strange, and soon Thor fell to the ground from exhaustion, and he screamed as he was burned by the scorching rocks of the sun.

Grinding his teeth and getting up from the ground, he glared angrily at the stubborn guy in front of him.

With a hard sigh, he decided that he had to get out of here even if he dragged this guy along.

Then the little one in the blanket suddenly took a small step forward, a small step, and the delicate toenails painted bright red were adorable in the scorching sun.

Thor's expression of surprise was revealed, and his feet moved again, and the other party was no longer planted motionless like an ancient tree, but also lifted his snow-white and immature little feet, barely keeping up with his footsteps.

Completely relieved, Thorl took the strange little creature and ran towards the path leading to the entrance of the town.

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After leading the guy through the road, Sayr found that the little guy's walking speed was really a bit slow, he didn't have so much time to delay, and the other party's treacherous outfit that didn't even show his head would definitely attract attention when he walked to the bustling street.

He suddenly thought of a suitable solution.

Stopping, he squatted down and said to the little guy, "I'll carry you!"

The other party didn't react at all, and Thor thought about it, from the fact that he was talking alone in the previous exchange, he had already expected this result.

But he won't give up easily this time, he already vaguely knows how to communicate with this guy, and he already knows that the role of words is very insignificant to her.

No longer talking nonsense, he directly turned his right hand and grabbed the black blanket on the other party's body, carrying her whole body on his back.

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The town of Canlente is not a very prosperous town, and it is also a very peaceful age, so there are only two soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the town on weekdays.

As long as you can pass the inspection at the entrance of the town and leave, you should be considered safe. Carrying the little girl on his back, Thor's anxious prayer:

Let's hope it's just a false alarm.

Once you enter the main axis of Canlente, nothing seems to have changed, and people bustle through the streets, occasionally seeing two or three middle-aged men chatting with a glass of frothy ale shaken in their hands.

Several straight ladies dressed in gorgeous costumes and with their waists bound walked out of a luxurious mansion with their delicate figures and heads held high, with arrogant expressions.

They may have just finished a feast.

As the carriages carrying passengers came and went in the streets, Sayr beckoned to one of them, and soon the coachman swung the reins in the driver's seat, and with a cry of applause, he steered the carriage towards him.

There was a loud neigh, and the carriage stopped in front of Thr.

The coachman in a brown leather vest was a middle-aged man with a thin middle-aged man, short red hair with rough hair that looked a little knotted, a face with high cheekbones, a pair of blue eyes slightly sunken in the eye sockets, and a formulaic indifference on his ordinary face.

"Sir, where are you going?" said the coachman's tone with a faint indifference.

The carriage was probably not local, Searle guessed. The residents of Canlente were generally enthusiastic when they conversed.

Gently shook her body to make the little girl's position on her back more comfortable. Thorl said to the coachman, "The capital, the city of Lunl." ”

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Inside the carriage, Thor opened the magic book that had not yet been studied.

A little girl wrapped in a black blanket clasped her hands on her knees and squatted on a cushion.

The title of the spellbook has been deliberately erased and rendered unrecognizable. Thur looked at it at a cursory glance, and the content of the book was not obscure, on the contrary, surprisingly orthodox.

The style of the book is very simple, divided into two parts, the first three pages are marked as meditations: the first page depicts a complex combination of magic circles, the second page describes how to use this magic circle for meditation, and the third page records a series of mantras that need to be chanted before meditation.

The remaining dozen or so pages are records of more than thirty black magic spells and magic array drawings from the first to the sixth order.

Thir, who is now only a first-order apprentice black mage, can only try to learn the meditation method above.

After reading the whole book roughly, Thorl couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, didn't that old scholar say that people can cultivate to a high-level black magician? In that case, why is the book only given a sixth-order magic spell at the highest? You must know that only a seventh-order can be regarded as a high-level magician.

However, even so, this book is a treasure for Thall now. With his current magical achievements, according to common sense, he is not even qualified to see a second-order magic book.

Overall, Thor was quite satisfied with the book, after all, for him with mediocre qualifications, becoming a high-level dark mage was always a dream that had never been realized in his dreams.

As for the price, everyone said that it was after becoming a high-level magician, and considering that he was still studying for five years, Thor felt that it was really out of reach.

Lifting the curtains, Thor found that he was almost at the entrance of the town, and his heart flashed a little excited, as long as he could get out of the town, there must not be too much danger, right?

It was already afternoon, and the sun's rays were beginning to wane, and in two or three hours it would be close to dusk, and it would be too dangerous to be at night.

The reason why Thorre was in such a hurry to leave was that he was afraid that after entering the night, he would never be able to leave again. After all, if he is really considered by the Holy See to be a hidden danger that should be eliminated, the best time to do so must be tonight. If you do it in broad daylight, and finally suddenly find out that he is not a vampire, as soon as the news spreads, it is easy for the common people to panic and misinterpret the Holy See, whose reputation is very important.

Thorle looked at the strange little girl beside him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this little guy didn't know why he followed him, no matter how he looked like an ordinary child. Not to mention the dress, it's weird, and how can a normal child of her age have more strength than an adult.

The carriage came to a halt suddenly, and Thor knew that the soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the town had come to inspect it.

Hurriedly stuffed the magic book into his arms, when a rhythmic three knocks sounded on the door. Thor pulled the bolt aside, the door opened, and a young soldier with a spear appeared in front of Thyr.

The soldier looked at everything inside the carriage, and did not see anything particularly suspicious in terms of items, in fact, there is generally no major problem in this regard, after all, Canlente's so-called out-of-town inspection itself is not strict. But a little guy next to the boy caught the attention of the soldiers. As if afraid to see anyone, the little creature curled up on the cushion with his hands and knees, hiding all but his hands and feet in a black blanket that looked a little dirty. But just the exposed snow-soft limbs inexplicably caused the soldier's mouth to dry for a while.

The soldier swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face turned a little red, and said, "Lift this guy's blanket." ”

Hearing the soldier's request, Thor suddenly reached out and opened the suitcase, as if to remove something from it.

The soldier took a step back vigilantly, his eyes wary, and the spear in his hand pointed at the other party who made a move.

Thor let out a kind laugh and said, "Honorable soldier, don't be so nervous. He fastened a badge in his hand to the little girl's blanket. Then he said softly to the soldier: "Sir, this is her identity proof, please understand." ”

The soldier's eyes flickered, and he put away his spear, and when he looked closer, he saw that it was actually a magician's badge. The soldier was still young and didn't know much, and he could only distinguish the most important representation on the badge, but that alone was enough to dispel all his thoughts. In his eyes, the magician was absolutely noble, and the worst person in the group was also a nobleman, not comparable to him as an infantry standing guard.

"Clear!" he greeted his companion, who was asking the coachman.

Passing an apologetic look to Thor, the soldier took two steps back and gently closed the door.

Serla leashed the door and exhaled deeply, he took off the badge from the blanket, carefully put it in the suitcase, looked at the little girl who did not react from beginning to end, there was a faint emotion in his eyes, and he said softly: "I think you always have some reason not to let people see your face." Although we are not familiar with each other, since I took you with me at that time, I will take this responsibility and try to take care of you before you leave. ”

The girl didn't react in the slightest, like a dead piece of wood.

Pulling back the curtains, Thorre looked out the window at the world, his eyes not fluctuating.

The carriage soon began to run, and the rest of the road was as calm as a glass of boiled water.

Thir's heart that had been hanging on for a long time also let go of more than half of it.

......

Three days later, the carriage drove into the capital city of Lun'er.

Because of the coachman, the carriage I rented this time was not as bold as the last time in terms of driving style, so it took a lot of time. When I arrived, it was already late at night.

In front of the carriage door, Thor, who had already gotten out of the carriage, stretched out his hand to the little girl for advice in advance, but the other party did not respond as always.

Thor sighed, paid the money to the lanky driver who looked at him with inexplicable meaning, and then gently lifted the little girl out of the car and gently placed it on his back.

Watching the carriage drift away, Thor's eyes flashed with confusion, but he quickly turned his head, gently shook the little girl on his back, and walked into the vast night.

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After five years in the city, he knew about the Hickok district that his father had told him to go, but only the scarce information he learned from his conversations.

The blazing sun is still strong during the day, but after all, it is winter, and at night the cold air is crazy to overflow, and the cold is really unbearable. At this time, a little benefit of carrying the girl on his back was manifested, and Thor felt a little warmer.

Stars are scarce in the dark sky, the few remaining Miaomiu emit a faint and cold light, the moon is completely obscured by clouds, and the whole sky gives people a deep sense of coldness.

It was already too dark, and the first priority was to find a safe inn to rest in the cold night, and wait until the next day when it was dark before going to the Hirkok district.

The bustling metropolis has always been stingy with the light of the night, on the contrary, it is more important to make people feel the prosperity of a big city, it is the vast dark night that is not welcomed in the poor town.

On either side of the granite-paved pathway, at intervals of a dozen paces, a slightly dim glow of magic lamps hangs high on intricately carved stone pillars, on which you can occasionally see billboards of shops and inns with different names.

Even though it was late at night, there were still people walking on the same path as him

Walking along the magic lamps side by side, Thorl slowly walked more than 1,000 meters with the girl on his back to a huge public hotel with brilliant lights. These hostels tend to be expensive, but they are absolutely safe and secure. Thor wanted to find a normal inn, but considering that he had a child with him, he couldn't allow the slightest chance of accidents.

Outside the inn was an extraordinarily luxurious and noble carriage, drawn by a sturdy horse, and its pure black coat color looked noble. The solemn gentleman with a cane carefully supported a beautifully dressed woman and slowly stepped out of the car.

The guests who came and went to the hotel were often picked up by a special car, and in comparison, Sear, who was wrapped in a trench coat and carried a strange girl on his back and walked slowly from a distance, looked strange and cold.

The two beautiful receptionists in front of the glass door looked at him with surprised eyes at first, but soon their faces were replaced by faint smiles, and good training made them know that as long as they stood in this position, it was best to bury any disrespectful thoughts towards the guests deep in their hearts, and most of the strange behaviors of the guests were always things that could be ignored at a glance.

The girl's head was pressed against his back, making it impossible for others to know that her face was also wrapped in a black blanket.

Thorle carried the girl through the gate, and a small group of patrolling soldiers happened to pass him. The team stopped, the patrol leader looked at him with scrutinizing eyes, and Thor stopped, calmly letting him observe.

Soon the patrol leader waved his hand and led the team to continue patrolling the interior of the huge hotel.

Thor thought about letting go of the girl and leading her to walk, but that only caused him to attract more strange looks than he did now.

In the entire hall, almost everyone who saw him had strange eyes, and they didn't point a finger because of gentlemanly etiquette, but just covered their faces with their hands and snickered with their friends next to them. The celibate silently watched him with the eyes of appreciating the odd objects.

Unexpectedly calm, he came to the check-in counter, deliberately ignoring the strange look of the man opposite, and applied for the cheapest single room, but even this cost him two gold coins and forty silver coins. That's pretty much a month's worth of living expenses while he was at the academy. This staggering price is dozens of times more expensive than ordinary hotels outside.

As soon as he chose the room, the gaze of the man in charge of registration quickly turned to vague disdain. With a calm expression, Thur picked up an old iron key that the other party casually threw in front of him, and after seeing the room number on it, he carried the girl on his back and walked to his room.

Depending on the grade, the rooms were built on different floors, and his room was on the ground floor of the hotel, which saved the hard climb process.

After a short walk on the ground floor with a complex walking path, I finally found my room in a remote corner, where the iron key was inserted into the keyhole and the door opened with a click.

Entering the dark room, Thorl found the switch of the magic lamp on the wall, and with a flick of it, the whole room suddenly brightened.

There are about seven or eight square meters of rooms, which are simply and straightforwardly arranged, with ventilation windows open above the door, and a small area on the right side that serves as a toilet. A comfortable magic lamp hangs from the pink ceiling, and a simple wooden bed with a neat quilt folded beneath the slope of the magic lamp. That's all there is to it.

Searle also preferred this style, and he had always found such modest rooms more pleasant than those that were more luxurious. Of course, he also understood that it was only because he had never stayed in a really expensive and high-grade top hotel room.

Yawning tiredly, Thor wanted to fall asleep on the soft bed. He felt so tired. Gently put the girl who had been carrying her on the bed, and the girl who didn't react in the slightest was still that lifeless and treacherous look.

Fortunately, after being placed on the bed this time, the girl finally made two movements, that is, curled up, and then hugged her snow-white hands at her knees. And then there was silence as always.

Sayre smiled a little bitterly.

His stomach suddenly muttered, it wasn't a feeling of hunger, he had already eaten dinner in the towns he passed along the way. It seems that he has been bumping in the carriage recently, which eventually led to some minor gastrointestinal problems.

Thor's face was helpless and he ran to the toilet, in fact, he really wanted to turn off the lights immediately to rest, just because there was a faint feeling of drowsiness in his head.

After about a quarter of an hour, after solving his physiological problems and washing his face by the way, he walked out of the toilet, and was surprised to find that the little girl had disappeared from the bed at some point, and squatted down in the dark corner of the room where the magic lamp could not shine.

As before, she hugged her knees with her hands and knees, lifeless, and the rendering of the shadow environment in the corners strengthened the sense of darkness revealed by her.

Is she going to sleep there at night?" thought to Thor, a little annoyed.

Letting a little girl of a few years old sit on a cold floor all night was something he couldn't tolerate at all.

Swinging his arms menacingly, he walked up to the girl, first extending his hand to her, but because of some strange inertia that had formed between him and the girl, he was habitually ignored again.

He instead wrapped his arms around the girl, intending to carry her to the bed. However, the result shocked him, the other party was as heavy as a thousand pounds of iron, he tried his whole strength, tired and panting, and the girl finally moved a subtle distance that could only be measured in millimeters.

He couldn't think of another way or strategy to deal with this new ability that the girl was showing.

As he was thinking, his ears suddenly buzzed, and he felt a strong sense of heaviness in his head, as if it was about to push his whole body to the ground.

He understood that it was a strong sense of sleepiness.

This particular sleepiness often comes suddenly, and once a person encounters such a situation, he usually falls into a deep sleep after holding on for less than 30 seconds.

Things began to blur in front of him, and Thor shook his head, let go of his arms that held the girl, and staggered towards the bed.

Walking to the edge of the bed, unexpectedly he did not lie directly on the bed of temptation, but picked up the quilt in a daze, and returned to the girl with an unsteady and worrying pace, his eyes narrowed so that he could only see a gap, he put the quilt on the girl with the touch of his hand, and after laying the quilt with great difficulty, the only ray of light that could be seen in his eyes was quickly annihilated by a large area of darkness, his head fell sharply, and his tired body pressed against the warm quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

The glow of the magic lamp suddenly went out, and the room was plunged into a long darkness.

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As the night wore on, the sky began to brighten, a hazy light shone through the ventilation windows, and the magic lamps on the ceiling lit up silently.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened them, his light gray eyes soaked with languid emotion, as if he was resisting waking up from a dream.

Standing up sluggishly, he found that there were traces of his saliva on the quilt in front of him, his face changed, and he suddenly remembered that he actually fell asleep like that last night, which was really embarrassing. Two black lines hung silently in the corners of his eyes, and he made a very wordless expression.

The messy quilt was irregularly shaped and raised high, and there was no sign of the girl in the room.

Thor's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he suddenly raised the quilt high above his head with his arms, and sure enough, he found a little girl squatting on her knees under the quilt.

Seeing that the girl hadn't moved at all night, she squatted in the corner of the room all night. He imagined himself sleeping soundly all night on top of the girl, the expression on his face mixed with all kinds of mixed emotions.

The black blanket in which the girl was wrapped had been tidied up in the carriage, and most of the filth had been removed, but the black blanket covered with numerous wrinkles still looked messy and dirty. Thorl had long wanted to change the girl into a women's outfit, after all, this black blanket, which was not even a dress, had caused him too much inconvenience. As for the clothes to change the girl, he had already purchased them in the small town on his way to Lun Er City. Unfortunately, whenever he wanted to change the girl's clothes, as soon as his fingers touched the girl's body, the embarrassing scene of his first encounter with the girl would suddenly pop up in his mind, and he could only give up with a hesitant and tormented face, so to this day, the girl is still wrapped in the black blanket that should have been discarded a long time ago.

He himself couldn't understand why he was so suspicious of a little girl who looked like she was only a few years old.

"Sure enough, it's because of the shadow when we met?" he explained to himself.

The problem of changing clothes was put aside for the time being, and now that he had arrived safely in the capital city of Lun'er, he believed that no matter what problems there were in the future, as long as he took some time, he could find a way to solve them. Whether it's your own problem, or the girl's problem.

After the quilt was put back on the bed and folded, he gently picked up the little girl and gently placed it on his back.

When he left the room, he carelessly forgot to turn off the light, probably because the light has been on since he woke up, and he is used to this level of light. However, the strange thing is that after he left the room and entered the hallway with the girl on his back, the magic lamp that did not have automatic function suddenly went out, and the timing was just right.

Not noticing this detail, he carried the girl to the reception hall and exited the room under the undisguised disdain of the registrar.

College life had accustomed him to waking up early, so he didn't sleep very long. Walking out of the hotel in the soft morning light, looking at the large clusters of beautiful red glow at the zenith, he felt like a trance.

In the middle of the empty square in front of us, there is a statue of a great man engraved with a hand-turned stone book and a lifelike appearance. All kinds of hurried people on the side, including horse-drawn carriages that were anxious to attract passengers, repeated their journeys.

It's breakfast time, and the bread shops lining the streets are in full swing. In the morning, the fresh air fills the air with the aroma of freshly baked bread and milk.

Taking a deep breath greedily, Thor carried the girl on his back to the nearest bakery.

Across the counter was a beautiful girl in a long gray dress, young and energetic. She looked at Thor with a curious but not unreasonable gaze, but more often than not, her eyes on the little guy with his head tightly bowed on his back.

After buying a few loaves of bread with a complacent look, he asked the clerk for the exact location and information of the Hickok district. The clerk was surprised that he was going to that area, and in her mind the Hickok district was synonymous with danger. With good intentions, she told Thor about some of the horrors she had heard about in that area, trying to persuade him not to set foot in the chaotic area easily, but Thor shook her head lightly and refused, and the girl finally told him the correct location with a helpless expression, and waved her hand to warn Thor to always be vigilant against the dangerous inhabitants of the area.

Leaving the bakery, in order to save a little money, Thur called a carriage with a narrow carriage, and told the coachman that he was going to the Hickok district, but he did not expect the tall and mighty coachman's face to change, and after he looked at the Thirr cautiously and carefully, he finally declared with a serious face that he could only send him to a nearby location in the Hickok district, otherwise he would not accept the business. Thor's face was calm and his head agreed.

Putting down the girl in the carriage, Sail took out a bitter bitter wheat bread with an astringent taste from the paper bag with the name of the store printed on it, stretched out his hand, handed it to the little girl, and did not wait long, the little girl who was originally holding her knees slowly moved a snow-white arm and took the bread from his hand.

Thur was a little proud, the boy was willing to eat bitterwheat bread, but he had spent countless hours of mealtime studying the conclusion of the experiment, and if the girl did not even eat food, he really did not know how to feed this strange little creature.

"Next time I have a chance, try to see if she eats pineapple bread. The corners of his mouth drew a subtle arc of a light smile, and he thought happily.

Located in the western part of the city of Len, Hickok is a mixed area of dragons and snakes, and most of its inhabitants are dangerous people with criminal records and complex backgrounds.

Although he had heard a little about the dangers of this area, it was only after hearing the bakery's account that Searle had a clear idea of how terrible Hickok really was, and if it was more appropriate to describe it, it was "a chaotic hell, a dwelling place for demons." ”

Thorl likes a light atmosphere, which calms his mind. His personality is definitely not of the dark category, and seems to be a little more clear than ordinary people, but to this day he has very few friends in the city, and can even be counted on three fingers, and the reason for this is that Thor always unconsciously avoids all people, things, and things that he is not interested in. The only topic he clearly shared with others was the practice of magic, but because he was so untalented that he was almost at the bottom of the school, he really didn't have anything to talk about, and that would only embarrass him.

So, he's actually very unheard-of, at least in this city. Most of the outstanding events that were familiar to him in Lun City had only a very thin memory in his mind, and they had been overheard.

When the clerk tells him about the bloody incident in which Jack J. Bradno, an executioner with a penchant for cutting corpses, brutally slaughtered more than 70 lives in one night, the Earl of Roaldland's mansion, or the demonic magician Longman who used the fusion of human bodies and monsters to conduct biological experiments. When the prisoners of a series of horrific cases such as Hachoro were from the Hikirk district, he was actually quite shocked in his heart, but he clearly knew that it was impossible to escape the fact that he would go to the Hisickian district, and his heart was very transparent, so he could refuse the kind advice of the female clerk with a calm face.

The girl squatted on the cushion, her hands retracted into the black blanket, and then the surface of the black carpet occasionally trembled slightly.

Thorle looked at the girl's careful appearance of eating bread, and began to feel the wonderful relationship between himself and the girl.

Looking at the trembling black carpet for a while, Thor suddenly felt very tragic, he can now be said to be the guardian of this little guy, but he has never even seen her face until now, although he has always taken into account the feelings of the other party, but sure enough, it is not good to continue like this.

"Why don't you unveil her mystery right here?" the thought popped into his mind.

After hesitating for a while, he considered that it was also a matter of time, so he no longer hesitated, and immediately raised his right hand and slowly stretched out to the girl, and his fingers were halfway through, and he unconsciously trembled a little.

Soon, the palm of his hand was placed smoothly on the black carpet, feeling the rough lines, but his somewhat apprehensive heart calmed down.

Gently stroking the black blanket, the touch of his fingertips told him that the girl had stopped eating the bread because the black carpet no longer trembled.

"I guess she knows what I'm going to do, right?" Thor speculated.

The black carpet was completely silent, and it seemed that the girl had fallen into complete silence. He moved his knuckles, then grabbed a corner of the black blanket and lifted it to the side.

His pupils narrowed.

Between the gaps in the black blanket, a blood-colored eye stared at him with a cold and cold light in the darkness, faintly revealing a terrifying aura. He was horrified in his heart, and in an instant, countless images of the attack on the bread hut flashed through his mind one after another, accompanied by doubts and deep fear, and the images were finally fixed on a pair of blood-red eyes.

Could this be a coincidence?

As his father said, the Arnold family will not run away, not only because it will not solve the problem, but a cowardice may lead to the collapse of the personality, beliefs, and sense of achievement that have been so hard to build, and it will become a ruin from then on. Even if it can be repaired again later, the lost part of the soul can never be replaced.

Therefore, what seems simple is now a critical moment to reflect his belief in life.

His right hand grabbed the corner of the black carpet tightly, he lowered his head, and whispered: "You can't retreat... Can't escape... Can't!"

Suddenly looking up, his eyes bright and full of fighting spirit, he slammed his hand, and the girl's entire blanket was lifted, passed in front of him, and fell heavily under the upholstered wooden bench.

His pupils shrank, and then his eyes fluttered unsteadily, and the expression on his face was shocked and sluggish.

Half ringing, the eyeballs return to their normal state, and the eyes calm down. He looked up and sighed deeply into the roof.

He no longer looked at the little girl, but silently took the suitcase, took out a set of dark black dresses with an extremely simple and simple style from inside, rubbed his complicated emotions in his tone, and said apologetically: "Although I am confused about your true identity, it is indeed me who is wrong today... I'm sorry... I promise that this will never happen again. ”

The snow-white ** girl with her hands on her knees, and on her beautiful face, a pair of black eyes stared indifferently ahead, as if she hadn't seen Thor.

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When the carriage gradually stopped, the coachman looked at Thor, who was walking slowly from the carriage with a magic wand and wearing a black magician's robe, and he held a beautiful little girl with clotted skin in his left hand.

Paying the money to the coachman, Sail said softly to the girl holding the snow-white hand, "Then, let's go!"

After following the street where it is currently located, it has gone some distance and then turns into another avenue that is very wide.

He led the girl forward without hurrying. And looked around:

Although it was a very remote area close to the city of Os, it was unbelievable that there were still large tracts of unused wasteland on both sides of the road, which was the most prosperous capital of the entire empire.

Gradually, the road surface began to deteriorate, and a large amount of waste was thrown away. The red traces of the dried up pool of blood can be seen at intervals, and the dilapidated buildings loom at the end of the line of sight.

Thorr quietly clenched the nuclear staff in his hand.

The girl was dressed in a simple, unadorned black dress, walking slowly on snow-white barefoot, following Thor step by step, carrying a long suitcase in her slender left hand.

The suitcase was handed to her by Thor because he had to lead the girl and take the magic wand to guard against possible dangers, and there was no third hand for him to use. Luckily, the girl didn't throw away the suitcase with all the supplies, otherwise Thor would have had a real headache. The girl was barefoot because the careless Sayr found that he had forgotten to buy her shoes, and it was inconvenient to carry her on his back when he arrived here, so this was the kind of scene that eventually took place.

When he arrived at the location of the complex, Searle's eyes were full of rubbish, ruined walls, collapsed abandoned houses, and badly damaged roads.

Thor, feeling the sensation of walking in a junkyard, carefully dragged the girl as he walked to a house with its entire roof gone, long cracks glaring on the adobe walls.

He crouched down, picked up a small sign from the miscellaneous items on the ground, blew off the dust, and identified it as a door number that read: Hikirk 601.

After confirming that he had indeed come to the wrong place, he led the girl into the only remaining path in front of him, and presumably, at the end of this path, was the real Hickok district.

"Huh, that's really interesting," a rough and hoarse man's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Thor rolled his eyes, quickly turned around and took a step forward, vigilantly protecting the girl behind him.

On the road, a tall man in a brown felt hat and coarse linen clothing was leaning against a wall to greet him, striking by the tattoo of a poisonous snake spitting snake on his stout left arm.

The snake-like yellow eyes stared at the girl behind Cell, and the man poked out a forked tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, with an obscene expression, and said:

"Boy, which organization are you?"

Noticing the man's disgusting tongue, Sell's brows furrowed, but his face did not show obvious disgust, and after considering his words, he said lightly: "Sir, I am here to find Agil. ”

"It turned out to be a little white face raised by that woman. The man muttered quietly, a sign of envy on his face, and his tone became vicious, "Boy, Hickok is not something like you that an unweaned fellow can come in. ”

After a pause, the man stared at the black mage robe on Thor's body, stretched out his right index finger and swayed it gently, "Even if you are a mage, you can't do it." ”

Listening to the other party's ridicule language, Sayr deeply felt that he was looked down upon by the other party. Although he clearly knows that he is indeed a fledgling stunned young man, he can't show weakness at this moment, otherwise this kind of person will often kick his nose in the face.

With his eyes converging, he stared at the tall man's every move, and said coldly:

"So what is this gentleman going to do? Is he going to be a good man to take me to my destination, or is he going to be a robber who kills people and steals goods?"

The man was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward and clear about the situation.

Thinking faster in his mind, the man's eyes shifted from Sayre, observing the little girl behind him with snowy skin and a pair of dark eyes looking indifferently at the unknown distance, and the smile on his face was obvious.

Soon, the man looked at Cell, his attitude changed suddenly, his face was as kind as if he were an honest man who was easy to communicate, and with a gentle smile, he said loudly and casually:

"Well, since you are the female robber of Agil, I dare not touch you, as long as you give me some favor, I will bring you safely to her place. ”

"Well, boy, this should be a good deal. After saying this, the man's face unconsciously brought a little hideous, it seems that he is still used to communicating with others with this attitude on weekdays.

"That's right..."

"Then you come and lead the way, don't worry if you want money, I have a lot of boxes. With a soft smile on his face, Thor took the girl's hand and took the box instead, looking very happy.

A meaningful smile tugged at the corner of the man's lips, and with a happy expression on his face, he walked towards Thor at a steady pace without hurrying, and at the same time carefully calculating the distance in his heart.

"Five steps..."

"Four steps..."

Thor's eyes were steady and powerful, and the eyes that looked at the man were full of friendliness.

"Three steps..."This is a crucial step, and the man carefully observes all of Sear's external manifestations, including emotions, actions, and many other details. Serle had a sincere smile on his face, and he looked unguarded.

The man maintained a false kind expression, and felt a deep joy in his heart.

"Two steps!" The skilful and experienced man quickly reached into his right hand into his arms, and the man pulled out a dull steel alloy knife, clenched his right hand, and stabbed it at the heart of Thor!

The pupils were dilated, and the strength of the steel alloy knife was advancing steadily, and the man had already seen the stupid guy's red blood bloom in front of him. However, at this moment, the man suddenly noticed a strange and dark dangerous smile on the corner of Thur's mouth.

"Not good!" the man growled, but the momentum was unstoppable.

Seeing the right moment, Thor's index finger tapped lightly on the nuclear wooden staff, and then the staff trembled slightly, and a cloud of black mist shot out from the top of the staff, hitting the face of the man with a hideous and extremely uneasy expression.

The man suddenly noticed that the bright world in front of him had lost its color, and that the opponent who was close to him had become a phantom, and soon, although he tried to keep his eyes open, he could only see darkness in a faint tingling.

Years of fighting experience have prevented the man from being completely panicked, but he still has a few points of crosshairs in his hands.

As soon as the magic was successfully cast, Thor immediately turned sideways and dodged to the side, and the entire dodge action reached a critical moment, and the black robe on his shoulder was easily cut by the opponent's sharp blade, and the skin was pierced immediately. But that's all, he was finally able to avoid the fatal stab.

The touch from the blade told the man that the assassination had failed, and that his eyes had not yet regained their light, and he knew that it was a symptom of "blindness". Suppressing the panic that gradually spread in his heart, the man listened intently, and as soon as the chanting of the spell sounded in any direction, he immediately rushed forward with a knife to interrupt the other party's magic, and then waited patiently for more than twenty seconds, and the effect of the magic would be eliminated, and then this stinky boy who used this crude magic would die without a place to be buried.

A few seconds passed without a breath, and there was no sound of chanting similar incantations in his ears, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that this kid took the opportunity to escape? At this moment, he suddenly felt a vicious wind in front of him, and then a sharp pain hit him hard, and then there was a faint "click" sound on his face, which was the sound of the broken nose bone.

The man was knocked to the ground by this blow, and the other party's unexpected attack made him really frightened, and his expression began to reveal a desperate sense of cruelty and extreme panic, and he fell to the ground and waved his knife indiscriminately.

Now that the other side is beginning to crumble, Thor understands that he has won most of the battle, but the battle is not over, because the enemy still retains the strength to fight.

Calmly picking a rock of the right size from the rubble, his pale face was covered with sweat, he held the stone in both hands and aimed it at the enemy who was about to rise from the ground.

The tall man was hit again by a rock, which slammed into his arm, and the powerful blow penetrated through his forearm to his hip bone. The man let out a wail, and the weapon in his hand fell from his hand.

Mentally calculating the remaining time of the blindness operation, he finally came up with a result of five seconds left. Thor began to run steadily, and when he reached the position a second later, he picked up the steel alloy knife from the ground that glowed with a cold blade, held it in his hand, and turned to the place where the man had fallen, his eyes cold and deserted.

The man in pain didn't even notice that Thor was extremely close to him. He only had to move his body slightly, then stretch out his arms to touch Thor, but now he could only struggle, scream, and howl on the garbage-filled ground.

Thorr raised his head to look at the blue sky above him, then lowered his head to look at the man in pain at his feet, his lips slightly open, and said softly, "Farewell." ”

A blood flower blooms brightly.

With a bellows sound in his chest, Thor found a rag from the garbage heap to cover most of the man's body, and then he returned to the little girl, crouching on the dirty ground beside her.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the girl's dark and indifferent eyes seemed to glance at Thor.

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I kept breathing heavily, and my mood gradually recovered, although it was still a little heavy, but it was no longer a big problem.

Thor removed the cap from his head, and in the long gray hair lacking gloss, a small tuft of specially trimmed hair stood up like a hedgehog's thorns, and Thor raised his hand to gently press the tuft of hair down, and muttered, "Thank you for saving my life." ”

With that, Thor held out his blood-soaked right hand to the girl.

Thorr was ready for a policy of coercion. Unexpectedly, the girl quietly raised her delicate snow hand like a dark night, and gently held his blood-stained, cold and pale right hand like a lotus.