"What's wrong with you?" To be honest, in the world of Faerun, there is also a kiss when they are separated or when they meet, but this etiquette is different from hugging, it is a kind of etiquette that only circulates in high society.

The reason is very simple, if everyone is a civilian, if you come to a hand kiss, it is very likely that you will see a black paw that has just done the rough work, so that you have nowhere to put your mouth, and Don Quixote only casually wants to say goodbye to this woman named Safman with a kiss hand salute, the reason is that she still has no way to stand up at the moment, she is very weak, if you hug, you can imagine, one stands, one sits, then Safman's head will be in an awkward position.

So in Don Quixote's opinion, he was just a little cheap kiss, and Safman's scream almost scared him to his knees, but seeing Safman stiffened there like a statue, Don Quixote was relieved, obviously, this eighty percent is also one of her mental illnesses.

"I'm sorry," Safman said with some difficulty, "I thought that after all this time, this problem of mine should have been cured, and it seems that I still can't be touched by men, otherwise my whole body will be stiff, and it will take a long time to recover." ”

Don Quixote laughed a few times helplessly, and one hand carried a little spiritual energy directly stabbed Safman's spine, and soon the brain randomly commanded the central nervous system to send a signal that made the muscles tense was cut off, and Safman was like a puddle of mud collapsed on the sofa, as if there were no bones in his body, and then he walked to the back of the sofa, and continued to send his unique spiritual energy to the woman's body, soothing the nervous system that was beating wildly, " I'm really curious, how did you, with so many problems, get to the point of being a realm mage?"

"Hmm~~" Safman, who was lying motionless on the sofa, snorted a few times, "Can I understand that you are laughing at me?"

"Ha," Don Quixote slowly raised his hand as he felt that the nervous system in Safman's body had returned to normal, "just curious, also as a slave, I know very well what kind of situation we will be in when we have nothing, I can escape myself, and even have the status I have today, how much of this depends on luck." ”

Safman shook her arm, with the help of Don Quixote's magical biological spells, or biotechnology technology, she only needed a few minutes to regain her mobility for the first time, put it in the past a long time ago, if she was touched by a strange man, it would be stiff for at least a few hours, "It's really a magical spell and are you sure, are you interested in hearing about a bad woman's bad past?"

"Of course, learning about the past of a mage in a field is like reading a wonderful knight novel, which is also my personal hobby, of course, you can also understand it as a bad taste, for example, it is very similar to spying on other people's **, but I am more upright. ”

"Why do you think I'm going to tell you?" Safman squinted at the ceiling slightly, "That memory contains too much pain that cannot be described in words, why would I talk to you as a stranger or a man?"

"It's very simple," Don Quixote said lightly on the back of the sofa and in Safman's ear, "because you want to say to me, if I am not mistaken, there is a feeling of unhappiness in your heart at this moment, you need someone you can trust to listen to your past, if you don't say it now, it is not me who is uncomfortable, but you, after all, countless memories must be uncomfortable in your head, right?" ”

"Damn soul mage," Safman glared at Don Quixote, and his tone was also with a hint of anger, of course, more helpless, because as Don Quixote said, this guy should have successfully aroused himself through some kind of soul spell that she couldn't detect.

If you use a more elegant text to describe it, it is, for example, a man teasing a female surname, has teased her to the most ** time, and suddenly disappeared, what does that female surname feel, and now Safman feels, and if you use a more vulgar metaphor, that is, the feeling of defecation after diarrhea is not something that anyone can bear, "I think I'm starting to hate you guys who play with human souls." ”

"Even if you are a mage of the realm, you can't slander me like this, do you have proof?"

“”

"Although soul spells or soul mages are notorious for being able to spy on other people's souls, this has nothing to do with the spell itself, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, just like a fireball spell, if used well, it can make a fire to cook, and the same can burn a person, the same is true for soul spells, and mages who are proficient in it can also use this to solve many problems, for example, I cured Sauron's illness and restored him to the dignity of a male surname. ”

"What about me?" Safman showed a hint of curiosity, "through the guidance of spells and words, let me tell the secret of my heart, isn't this satisfying you who like to spy on others?

"Actually," Don Quixote sat back on the couch and lit another cigarette for himself, this time taking out the ashtray, "do you feel a lot more comfortable after being guided by me to the past that you have been suppressing and even choosing to forget?"

"Sort of. ”

"That's right, bad memories are like a flood, the more you don't want to think about it, bury them in the depths of the memory, when it erupts one day, the more it will cause great damage to people's souls, the previous thing is because you are a powerful realm mage, if you were someone else, I'm afraid you would have gone crazy at this moment, so for this kind of thing, channeling it and letting the flood flow through your soul is what you should do. ”

"Why can't you be like Sauron, you can help me revise my core consciousness and make me forget the past completely. ”

"First of all, for your trust, I would like to express my sincere gratitude, it is my honor to let a mage of a field generously hand over his soul, but maybe you are not very proficient in soul spells, I can do that to Sauron, because his past is just an episode, a momentary memory, and because he is an ordinary person, it doesn't matter if he blocks that core consciousness, but, like me, you were a slave in the past, that memory can be said to be throughout the first half of your life, probably, such a large number of modifications, the degree of precision is like replacing all the pillars in this mage tower, and I don't have that strength at present." Doing it reluctantly will only break your soul."

"That's a pity," Safman sighed, picked up the already cold coffee, and drank it down, obviously she had exerted a lot of strength before, and her stomach was a little hungry, "That was two hundred years ago, but for me, it will always be like yesterday, as if I can see that past when I look back, even if those people should have been killed by me, it still seems to stay in my soul." ”

"Since I was born, I have been marked as a slave, because my parents are also slaves, a serf in a family of Germanic nobles, maybe I look a little good, I was taken by that nobleman, this should be a good thing, if I can get the favor of the noble lord, at least I can eat and clothe, so even if he is older, I don't think it will be anything to do with him. ”

Speaking of this, Safman put his feet on the sofa and wrapped them in his robe, apparently, Don Quixote, who was well versed in psychology, knew that this was a posture that would instinctively appear after an insecurity, that is, the body would involuntarily curl up in a ball, "It's a pity that the aristocrat turned out to be a pervert who likes to abuse people, and when I was full of joy that I thought I could live a good life, I didn't know that the real pain had just begun"-

The endless sea of falling stars, even at night, is sparkling, because the moon, maybe it is the reason of the season, maybe it is the natural world of Ferun, in short, in the area of the sea of falling stars, the moon is extraordinarily large, like a big pie, of course, this rhetoric can only come from the thoughts of children, but it is very appropriate, there is a huge cargo ship and passenger ship sailing on the sea road, because there is no wind on the sea tonight, so the ship is running quite smoothly, the more so, the more the large number of guards on this ship must cheer up 120,000 points。

Because the weather is fair to everyone, to merchants, and to pirates, you must know that the problem of pirates in the Falling Star Sea has always been very serious, and some powerful, lucky pirates have even funnily come up with a hereditary system, such as three generations of children and grandchildren are pirate captains or something.

Of course, this kind of high-risk and high-reward profession rarely has a good end, and there are few super pirates like the son of the sea, after all, with such strength, why bother to be a pirate, unless it is the kind of existence that likes to kill people with a somewhat distorted heart, otherwise it will be more comfortable to go to any country to be a superior, and Bosdong did this only because he couldn't let go of his relatives in the sea.

So there will even be such a strange unspoken rule in the sea of falling stars, many merchant ships would rather be robbed by the son of the sea if they choose to be robbed, because not only can you enjoy a large number of beautiful krakens, but also can enjoy the beautiful singing for free, and more importantly, Persia rarely kills people, as long as you don't resist, so the merchants are also happy to spend some money as road money, of course, this kind of good thing is not always there, no matter how powerful the son of the sea is, so many merchant ships, the sea of falling stars is so big, he can't grab it.

It's just that tonight, it seems to be extraordinarily calm, and even the mages who use detection spells can't help but murmur to their companions with some curiosity, such a large merchant ship, there are no pirates to rob it, it's not like words, of course, if this kind of words are heard by the owner of the Chamber of Commerce who hired them, they will definitely vomit blood in anger.

And the reason why this sea area is so quiet tonight, I'm afraid no one can think of it, because the pirate leaders who are often active in this area are actually on this ship, this merchant ship is divided into two parts, the bottom is the cargo hold, and the top is the passenger ship, by the way, pull some people to make some extra money, after all, although the airship is safe, but it is indeed too expensive.

In one of the luxurious cabins, there was a group of people sitting around a square sofa, about six or seven, and sitting in the middle of the crowd was Leon Longmel, who had not appeared for a long time, but his appearance was a little strange, if Don Quixote saw the current appearance of Leon, maybe he would point at him and yell, did you also cross over, because maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was really a human mind with some similar surnames, Leon's face also learned that Xiu Yi buckled a mask, the difference is that his mask seems to be a whirlpool, and the center of the whirlpool is his eyes with double pupils, so it is said, the shape of his mask is somewhat similar to a villain in a comic that Don Quixote had seen in his previous life.

"This is the road map for this purge, and your task is to avoid the vanguard, ambush in the places I marked, and then wait for my notice to attack the Duke of Mahler, who will follow me personally, and cause chaos for me. ”

"Smack!" It was obviously an order to die for a lifetime, and these pirates didn't seem to care, and they gave a military salute to Li Ang in unison, which is also the so-called brainwashing. (To be continued.) )