Loud noises filled 86's mind, and those voices seemed to be a combination of different characters and scenes that were compressed together in an instant, constantly tearing at his eardrums. Everything around him fell into an inexplicable darkness, and he kept falling downward, and the weightlessness of falling from a high altitude made him feel that his heart was going to explode in the next second.

Suddenly, all the sounds slammed into Eight-Six's ear, and the buzzing tinnitus made his mouth grow and he wanted to scream. At the same time, the darkness that enveloped itself pulled to both sides like a curtain, followed by a dim light and a blur of human figures.

"Ah!!h

"Sir, are you alright?...... sir" Number 86 shook his head vigorously and looked in the direction of the voice from the other side, a little dazed. What caught his eye was a young man with short blond hair, about eleven or twelve years old, but at this time he was looking at it with an embarrassed expression and a slight bow, and he kept glancing over to this side, "Cloth, Mr. Black...... Are you alright?......"

Number 86 blinked, his current situation left him a little stunned, and he hadn't even come to his senses yet. But another voice next to him gave him a rough idea of what to do next. "Sir, if the mere act of asking what drink you need will make you howl like a pig, then I don't think you should come to the 'Corner Lane Tavern.' A waitress was pinching her waist and looking at Number 86 impatiently, "Maybe the place where you can really have a good time is the madhouse, not here." ”

Although No. 86's heart was full of questions, in the countless glances and the voice of the waitress, he immediately understood the most appropriate thing to do at this time. "I'm really sorry," he cleared his throat apologetically, "bring me a glass of rye wine, as for his ......," Eighty-Six said instinctively, and then looked at the "partner" opposite, if the boy was his partner.

"Bee, mead......" the boy exhaled and said immediately. However, the expression of Number 86 is a little strange. "Is it really nice to let a child drink...... he thought to himself

"Right away, gentlemen. The waitress turned and walked away.

"The first question is correct, he's my partner......" No. 86 thought with a wry smile in his heart. It was only then that he had time to take a closer look at his surroundings, trying to figure out where he had been thrown to. The tavern, which the waitress called "Corner Alley", is not very large, and its position close to the corner and the dim light from the chandelier overhead make it almost visible at a glance.

The old, unrecognizable floor, creaked underfoot, and most of the round tables scattered in the hall were empty, except for a dozen or so drinkers sitting around a few tables near him. Judging from their attire, they should be mercenaries and civilians living here.

Near the door, the bartender stands behind a waist-high counter, leisurely wiping his glass. Maybe it's neglect, or maybe the tavern owner is so lazy that you can't even tell what time it is by the dusty stained glass.

Somewhat reluctantly, 86 retracted his gaze and accepted the absurdity of the fact that he was sitting in a tavern with a boy he didn't know was anything but comfortable. As for who I am and why I am here, I'm sorry, I don't know at all.

At this moment, a relatively "familiar", but extremely terrifying voice emerged from No. 86's head. "How's it going, boss, how does it feel?" "Quack ......" An unnatural twist suddenly erupted from the top of the boy's head, and a skull with purple flames burning in its eye socket popped out.

"Hell!" Eighty-six instinctively startled, and his body hit the backrest with a loud noise. Soon, several dissatisfied eyes were cast at him again, and in the midst of a few complaining scoldings, Number 86 hurriedly bowed his head apologetically.

"Hell, Boss, you're not wrong at all!" Mott was pleased with the overly frightened expression on Number 86.

"How did you get here?" said 86, looking around in a panic, opening his mouth and whispering.

The boy sitting opposite him was stunned for a moment, and looked around in confusion with the gaze of No. 86. "Sir, are you sure it's okay, who are you talking to?......" The boy's face was a little pale, as if he was frightened by the strange behavior of the other man.

"No, it's okay!" 86 immediately shook his head, but asked Mott in his heart, "Others can't see you, right?!Damn, you're scared me to death......"

"Of course you can't see it!, or how do you think the Witnesses will help you?, do you have to put it in a bag and carry it behind your back, or tie it to your belt?!" Mott flew off the boy's head, still muttering, "If you keep running around carrying a grapefruit-sized skull, I'm sure you'll die of grass or be burned alive before the mission is completed!"

"Well, you're not wrong...... 86 admitted.

"By the way, don't look at me talking, then people will think you're crazy!" Mott reminded dryly, "Alright, now tell me, who is your identity, and what is the goal of our mission?" Skull looked around the tavern with interest.

No. 86 was stunned, his heart full of doubts. "Are you asking me? How do I know who I've taken possession of my body, let alone the goal of our mission!" he clenched his fists together hidden under the table, and there was no more frustrating situation for him, even more frustrating than when he first woke up.

"For the sake of your master, haven't you taken a look at the 'Balance Beacon' in your hand for so long?" the purple flame in Mott's eyes pulsed and roared, "I mean, even a glance!"

"I read it, but I can't understand it at all!"

Mott leaned back in the air, a little stunned. "I've finally discovered what a desperate thing it is to be confronted with a culturally barren head! The next time I see my master, I'll strongly demand that the bar for entry be raised for the Clearer!" the skull protested, "Then ask this little creature in front of you who you are!

Number 86 sighed and looked up at the boy opposite, he really didn't have a better choice. But as Mott said, the little guy with a few freckles on his face had turned pale with fright by his strange behavior.

But the question should still be asked, and No. 86 cleared his throat. "Ahem...... Just now, well, you called me Mr. Brian, right?" he tried to appear amiable, but he didn't even know what he looked like now. "Actually, you're right, I seem to have something wrong with my body lately, and I often forget who I am for a moment...... Now, my name is Brian, right? If you could say a little more, I'm sure it would help me a lot!"

The boy raised his eyebrows and leaned over mysteriously. "See, I'll just say that the events of that day have an effect on your health!" he whispered, "you should report it to the butler, Mr. Black!, oh, Mr. El Black, your full name!......" the boy sighed.

"Well, your name is Al Black! Good start, keep asking him, boss!" Mott said next to him.

"Very well, I think I've remembered something!" 86 continued, patting his forehead, "and then tell me about the events of that day!Okay, I think I should have found the reason, didn't I? You ......" he said, spreading his hands a little embarrassed, as if he didn't know what to call the boy.

"I'm Tik, you shouldn't even forget about me!I'm your most faithful apprentice!" The boy pounded the table, very dissatisfied with the performance of the "teacher", "For the sake of the Lord God, I was the only one who went up to help you in that day's conflict! Look, my sir, the bruise on my shoulder is still not healed!" Tik said, pressing his left shoulder.

"Well, Tik! I promise I won't forget your name. And what about after that?" asked 86, "What do you mean by that?"

"Of course it's the conflict between Galil, the chief of the miscellaneous servants, and you! I told you a long time ago, stay away from those guys! It's a pity that you always don't listen to me," Tik seemed to be greatly aggrieved, "and it wasn't until that day that he took his henchmen to teach you a lesson, that you completely believed me!"

"Well, it seems that the lesson is not easy......," Eighty-six pointed to his head, "and what about my position, groom, guard, or whatever? It is impossible to have a conflict with the chief of the miscellaneous servants for no reason, right?" he speculated in his mind that there should be no general manager or butler in the homes of the commoners.

"Gardener, my sir!—you are the number one gardener on the estate!—have you forgotten your profession?!," Tik asked, somewhat surprised, with a hint of suspicion on his face.

Mott on the table flew to the ear of 86. "That's enough, don't ask anymore, even a kid will think you're very weird. "These clues are enough for us to deal with for a while, and as for the rest of the information, it will gradually become clear." ”

No. 86 nodded, looking at Tik's eyes, he would feel that his husband was slowly remembering, but in fact, he didn't know that the other party's body was no longer the same person.

"Of course I won't forget, but there are always some inexplicable thoughts in my head!" No. 86 said to Tik, "Don't worry about me, I'll get better slowly, since I'm in the 'Corner Alley', let's have a few drinks, it's not easy to get out for a trip, always be happy." He was quietly probing.

Tik's eyes lit up, and his attention shifted to another topic. "Yes, my sir, it's great to have a trip!" he shook his fist excitedly.

Number 86 breathed a sigh of relief, if he could trick Tik into it, then the boy would be a great help to himself, at least when he met others, and he would not easily wonder why he suddenly lost his memory. "What's next?Mott, what are we going to do?" he asked mentally to the skull.

"We know your name, your profession, and a manor waiting to be discovered! that's enough for now, and if the manor is the target of the mission, I'll go and find out. I have to say, you should be glad we met a gullible boy!" Mott flew into the air, surveying the tavern's surroundings as if planning something, "Now, you need a weapon." ”

"Weapons?" said 86.

"That's right, weapons!" Mott said as a matter of course, "even if the task assigned to you as a newbie won't be too difficult, don't expect us to win everything with our mouths!" Skull suddenly turned his gaze to the counter at the door, and his voice instantly became excited, "Praise the master! Look what I found! Ha, even in such a shabby bar, there will still be the most beautiful light to dispel the darkness around you!"

No. 86 followed the skull's gaze and saw the waitress just now dragging two wine glasses towards this side. "You ......" momentary speechlessness made him slam his head on the table. "An incredibly innocent child, a memorabic cleaner, with only the skull of a female creature in one eye. Well, the master who sent me here, you might as well kill me now......" he thought in despair in his heart. (To be continued.) )