This guy is really handsome, she looked at the tall young man from the mirror, the sage who was far away from the extraordinary realm actually liked to smoke, drink and play cards, oh yes, he was also obsessed with helping her review manuscripts recently, Ms. D and Mr. Y only came over occasionally now, maybe Kersma began to doubt their abilities?

The man waited patiently for the girl to freshen up and change her clothes, although he knew that this person did not look back, and there was also a curtain barrier, but Elle's face was still a little red, she wore a long sky blue dress, with a veil and gloves, at this time Kersma slightly bent her right arm, motioning for her to hold it.

Damn, this shameless one takes advantage of me! Elle was a little resentful, but pretended to be well-behaved and pulled it up.

"Dear Miss Alista, where do you want to go today?" His low and dark voice had a slight hint of tenderness, this wave, if I didn't hold your right arm, I would have suspected that you were a hormonal explosion and wanted to pursue me!

"Hmm~ I want to buy some new clothes, and then, how about we eat out today?" She looked up at the handsome knight, well, the number one terrorist of the Aurora Society went to the women's clothing store, tsk, this is no more exciting than the lace news of Beckland.

Apparently unaware of the consequences of agreeing to go shopping with her, Kersma readily agreed, but after nearly two hours of choosing, he looked helplessly at the various bags that hung up on him.

Hehe, deserve it, who made you dare not reveal your residence and not let those stores send it, Elle looked at this nondescript guy on the street with some schadenfreude, almost writing in her eyes that this is a fool, the middle class will not buy so many clothes at once, the richer rich will not take so many clothes themselves, and as for the poor, they will not have the money to buy clothes.

There were some beads of sweat dripping from his sideburns, and he looked at the girl who was still in high spirits, and showed a rare human wry smile.

……

On Friday morning, Crane, Lega Theon, and Frye sat around the round table in the Nightwatch's Entertainment room, but they didn't play cards, one read the newspaper and flipped through the magazine, the other stared out the convex belly window in a daze, and the other held a pen and wanted to write something, but it couldn't get off the paper. The room was so quiet, no one talked, no one joked, and the atmosphere was almost calm. He exhaled and put down the newspaper, intending to concentrate his attention on the reading of various materials.

It was at this time that Dunn. Smith knocked on the door and came in, looked around and said, "Crane, you come out for a moment." ”

Crane probably vaguely guessed something, and followed Dunn out of the recreation room, Dunn stood at the entrance of the staircase leading to the ground, and turned to look at him:

"The people of the Templars are here." Dunn Smith straightened the collar of his shirt and said to Klein in a low voice, "The one in charge of this inspection is Crestai Cecima, one of the nine High Deacons of the Nightwatch, and the Templar takes you very seriously. ”

……

Hézel Macht gently stroked the little snake that was coiled around his wrist and barely felt the temperature, it was almost always asleep, but it neither went back to the spirit world, nor did it go to the owner with whom it had signed a contract, but fortunately this little guy was very easy to raise, although it hurt every time he bit his skin.

Her long dark green hair fell to her neck and shoulders, and the tips of her hair touched the faint groove of her clavicle, and Hazel raised her hand to play with it, and Jörmungandr, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her red eyes, and she realized that she had moved too much to startle the little one. Jörmungård crawled from under the fabric to his shoulders along his smooth arms, and quickly slipped through the furrow formed by the bulge of his collarbone and the skin above him.

It seemed to be a pleasant new nest, but Hazel gently pinched it with her slender white fingers, and her little tail writhed weakly in the air, as if trying to break free from the claws of the evil lord.

"Little one, you've slept long enough today." With dark brown eyes and red vertical pupils, she watched the little snake struggle mischievously, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a beautiful arc.

The slender and bifurcated red letter swept across her cheeks, expressing her displeasure, but it still couldn't escape Hazel's fingers, and Jörmunga bowed her head in resignation, her eyes revealing a hint of grievance.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing that the little guy finally stopped pretending to be stupid, Hazel smiled and said, "I feel the feeling you said, maybe you can consider asking her for a potion of 'cheaters'." ”

"Why do you think she has a 'trickster' potion? She's just a girl younger than you. Jörmungard whispered the slender red letter back and forth in the serpent's kiss, speaking the stiff words of Rune. Its voice was as crisp and tender as that of a child, but its words were as old and stiff as those of the giants and elves who survived the Second Age after learning Rune.

"Wait for your teacher to provide it to you, little Elle isn't very suitable to help you find these things right now." Its tail cupped the little finger of Hazard, "By the way, when you go to those extraordinary gatherings, keep an eye out for a copy of the Sequence 9 'Apothecary' potion recipe, and little Elle promised to give someone a copy, although he doesn't remember it now." ”

"I don't remember, what do you mean?" Hazel looked at the little creature with some surprise, and sure enough, there was a human disdain in its pair of vertical pupils.

"For some high-level powerhouses, it is not easy to erase a person's existence in the real world or even in people's minds, but it can also be done." Its narrow pupils stared at the dark brown dark eyes, "The extraordinary world is far more terrifying than you think, you think it is only the extraordinary power beyond ordinary creatures, but all the gifts of fate have already been secretly priced, and they are constantly fighting against the dangers posed by potions, the environment, spirits, and other extraordinary beings. ”

"All the gifts of fate have been secretly priced...... "Hazel chewed on the sentence, "what about me, what do you want me to give?" ”

"Guess?" It spat out elongated, forked red letters, and Hazel subconsciously felt that if it had a hand, it must be grimacing now.

"It's annoying that you talk half-talking." Hazel turned her face away in a huff, and in this short moment, a trace of pity flashed in her cold red vertical pupils.

"Everyone's script is decided before they are written, and no amount of polishing can change the outline." It thought to itself, but it was a pity that neither it nor she was the writer.

"Hazel, would you like to come with us if we were to leave Beckland?" Jörmungård said suddenly, and Hazel turned back and expressed her doubts.

"When are you leaving Beckland?"

"Soon, or for a long time, we're waiting for a suitable opportunity." It asked Haychord again, "Would you like to come with us?" ”

"No, of course not!" The girl replied with some excitement, "My home is here, my father and mother are here, why should I leave?" Even if I leave, I won't leave with you. ”。

"Remember your choice." It didn't say anything more, although the world of the Extraordinary also has a family connection by kinship, but for most of the lone wolf-like Extraordinary, as they gradually step into this world, their separation from the original world will become greater and greater.

"If it's okay, let's continue to inquire about the news of Ziringus, little Elle is in a hurry." The little snake crawled lazily on top of Hézel, trying to find a comfortable place to continue to sleep. Hazel was startled at first when she heard the abrupt change in the content of its conversation, and then she grabbed the pillow beside the bed and threw it out.