Chapter XXI Invitation

Moron took a breath and pressed the envelope to Akali to push herself in, and Ophelia stepped up and closed the door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Long raised his head at this time, glanced at the crowd, and directly opened the envelope and took out the only piece of letterhead inside.

There is no doubt that this is a letter.

The content of the letter is quite simple, and it can even be said that there is only one paragraph.

"On behalf of Warrensal, I extend an invitation to you, Lord Sparky Field, to come to our city in the near future to take part in the sacraments. ”

Mo Long looked down, and at the end he saw a name that he vaguely felt familiar, but couldn't remember - Ekar?

And just after the man finished reading the final payment, this piece of paper, along with the envelope, burned instantly, if it weren't for Mo Long's quick reaction and timely shaking of his hand, I was afraid that even he would be ordered.

Mo Long looked at the letter that was burned to ashes in mid-air, and looked up, only to find that everyone was looking at him.

Mo Long smiled a little awkwardly, although he felt that this letter was a little inexplicable, but he didn't plan to tell anyone the contents for the time being, so he went straight between several people, intending to look at the pitch-black sword.

However, as soon as he walked out of the crowd, there was a sudden pause, and at that moment, it was as if some time bomb had exploded in the depths of his brain, and what rushed into his mind in an instant was pieces of vague and distorted information.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling and discomfort, paused for only a moment, and then continued to walk forward without changing his steps, all the way upstairs, back to his already empty bedroom, where he saw the black sword on the only table.

No one touched it.

But Mo Long had a faint feeling that it was like a living thing, or rather, it seemed to have some kind of invisible connection with him, and the moment before, a powerful magic appeared in front of Mo Long's eyes, and it screamed and wanted to jump out, but it was just a dead thing after all.

Mo Long glanced at the sword, shook his head, and prepared to go downstairs again.

However, at this moment, the feeling just now came to his mind again, and it was like a needle piercing deep into his brain.

Mo Long's eyes were even dark, his feet were soft, and he fell directly to the ground.

It was like a bomb exploding in the head at first, followed by a sharp pinprick-like pain.

Mo Long's cold sweat trickled down in an instant, and with the sharp pain, there were fragmented pieces of information.

"The 25th of every month...... Billy...... Sixty...... Eighth Street ......"

I don't know how long it took, that feeling finally faded, Mo Long slowly stood up, he was slightly in a trance, and finally fixed at the end only the three messy information.

Mo Long slowed down for more than two minutes before he came to his senses, he sat on the edge of the bed, squinted his eyes and watched the blood-like sunset outside the window for a while, and finally sighed, finally having to admit something.

The so-called soul piercing, it seems, is not as simple as he imagined.

The influence of the original owner of this body on him, or rather on this body, is still there.

Mo Long's subjective consciousness is still his own, but the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and deaths of the original owner of this body still exist and will affect him.

Just like Mo Long's swordsmanship, which was a gift from the original owner of this body, in the same way, Mo Long, who accepted this body and these "gifts", will also bear the dilemma and outright hatred faced by the original owner of this body - just like the three memories he only inherited from the original owner of this body.

He is both a young man from the 21st century, Moron, and the second son of the Sacred Continent Field family, Spark Field.

But the moment Mo Long's soul pierced, the two souls were intertwined, and the boy named Sparker also became a part of Mo Long's former life, and what was clearer than the memory was the emotions that carried them.

If Mo Long wanted to truly master this body, he had to formalize this heavy hatred.

His previous thinking was wrong.

Mo Long slowly stood up and looked at the sword he pressed on the table.

At this moment, he had already made a decision.

The rays of the setting sun shone from behind him.

Today is May 21, 367 A.D.

He will take up the sword of vengeance.

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Sparky Field, the only remaining waste second son of the Field family, and the most useless Imperial Duke, entered the Imperial Royal Academy of Ashton The news spread through the streets of the Imperial Capital overnight.

Akali pushed Moron's wheelchair down the street, and he was pointed out all the way as to why he didn't take the carriage - ask our Lord Duke how much money he had left in his pocket.

However, Mo Long only regarded these people as air and NPCs, and Akali has always been nervous, and the two of them were calm and calm all the way, and when they came to the door of the Ashton Royal Academy, these two guys who had been calm all the way were still blocked by people after all.

It's not very appropriate to say that it is blocked, it is just a person, leaning against the wall on one side, and he didn't even stop Mo Long in the way of his progress, but Mo Long is keenly aware that the other party is coming at him.

It was a handsome blond guy with all the words that Mo Long could think of to describe a handsome guy, sunny and handsome......

The handsome blonde man glanced at Mo Long and slowly walked towards him, Mo Long thought for a moment, motioned to Akali to slow down slightly, and quietly watched the man come to him.

The handsome blond guy noticed this detail, and showed a smile that was enough to charm thousands of girls.

In the morning, there are definitely a lot of people at the gate of the Royal Academy of the Ashton Empire, and the waste duke of the Field family is a celebrity, which has already attracted the attention of many people, and this handsome guy with blonde hair seems to be a public figure, many people know what this guy looks like, and when he came to Mo Long, it directly aroused the hearts of many people to watch the excitement.

Soon, there was a small half-circle of people around these two people.

Mo Long squinted his eyes and realized that this handsome blonde guy with a smile on his face would never be kind.

The Mr. Sparker worn by Mo Long's soul is also a handsome guy, but his temperament is a bit morbid, and the body occupied by Mo Long can't quickly change this state, so he is facing this blonde sunny handsome guy head-on, and it can be said that he is on par with the other party in terms of appearance, and his temperament is simply the opposite of the other party.

"Lord Lord Sparky Fidel. ”

The handsome blond man took the lead in saluting Mo Long, looking polite.

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