"You can get rid of '2-049' on your own, are you a mid-sequencer? Sequence Six or Sequence Five? ”

The indifferent man with Scarface reacted faster than the other two and asked in a deep voice.

In his opinion, even El Hasen's Sequence 7 can't resist the effects of '2-049'.

The one who can get rid of the influence of '2-049' should be at least Sequence 6!

"Neither."

Ember shook his head slightly, some impression of the sequence in his mind, knowing what the other party was talking about.

But he had never drunk potions, not even a sequencer, let alone a mid-sequencer.

"That's right."

The scar-faced man nodded silently, believing Ember's claim.

Because if he was really Sequence Six, how could he come to their squad?

He should have added the Red Glove.

So is it something else?

For example-

"The effects of the other seals?"

Al Hasson also thought of this possibility at the same time, and his gaze at Ember became more and more complicated.

I thought that the other party was a noble boy who came to eat and drink, but now it seems that he is not an ordinary son-in-law brother-

Seals that can reach the effects of '2-049' are at least of the same level or even higher.

And since it can be carried for a longer time than the other party, it means that its side effects should not be too high.

People with seals of this level must have a high status.

"Reacquaint yourself."

The dark-haired lady with a nice face smiled in a friendly manner and held out her hand towards Ember, "Lorota, Sequence 8's gravedigger. ”

Ember was silent for a moment, but still reached out to hold her hand.

Although she is a lady with a good figure and appearance, her dress is no different from that of a man.

Black jacket, white shirt, black tight trousers, and leather boots of the same color.

If you put on a hat and hide your long black hair in the hat, you may be mistaken for a little white face.

"Al Hasson."

Al Hassan, who was wearing a gray cardigan trench coat, still had a stinky face, and said a little unpleasantly, "Sequence 7, Nightmare." ”

"Borgia."

The voice of the scar-faced, indifferent man who was driving came from outside the car, "Sequence 8, Midnight Poet. ”

"Ember."

Ember glanced at a few people and said succinctly.

"Tsk."

Al Hasson glanced at him unhappily.

Everyone is open and honest, and even the sequence is reported to you, and as a result, you report a pseudonym that doesn't match the file?

Do you think they haven't seen your file or something?

Your name is Ash Black, okay?!

Ember glanced at Al Hasson, who knew that the other party was hostile to him, and he knew where that hostility came from.

It's just that although he doesn't care, it's better to do something to ease the relationship.

This made Ember ponder.

What would he do if he was in the world of Dark Souls?

Well.

In Black Souls, his approach to bringing the two sides closer is usually to help each other cut people-

For example, helping Ciris kill his grandfather, and then helping Yuer Shika kill her brother.

But even if Ember had a broken memory, he knew he couldn't do the same now.

So.

The easiest and most straightforward way to do this is to give.

For souls, for weapons, for rings.

None of this is appropriate.

"For information?"

Ember hesitated, his memories of Master of Mysteries were extremely limited.

But the memory of some of them is quite deep.

Perhaps, this information can also be exchanged.

"Do you know how to play it?"

In the silent carriage, Ember suddenly asked.

"How to play?"

Al Hasson glanced at each other, a look of confusion in their eyes.

"Yes."

Ember bowed slightly, and in his impression that playing the law should be a more important thing, he began to think about the memories in his mind.

"The key to potions is not mastery, it's digestion."

"It's not excavation, it's acting."

"And the name of the potion is not only a symbol, but also an image, but also the key to digestion."

Ember spoke, pausing, and began to silently observe the expressions of the others.

"Digest, play ......"

The three of them were like lightning strikes, and they whispered over and over again.

And even in the process.

The puppet in the black iron box, which had been bounced back by the embers, resumed its impact again, and they couldn't come back to their senses.

Ember also watched as Al Hasson's body suddenly became stiff and jerky, and his speech was infinitely slowed down.

"Smack!"

Ember nudged Al Hasson hard, finally bringing the other man back to his senses.

And the moment he came back to his senses, Al Hasson couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

If no one pushed him in that situation just now, he was afraid that he would have been assimilated into a puppet at this moment!

"Thank you."

Al Hasson's expression as he looked at Ember became extremely complicated, and he spoke a little dryly.

They were too careless just now.

First, because Ember was free from the shackles alone, they forgot to succeed Borgia for a while.

And because of the news of the playing law, they even forgot about the existence of '2-049'.

If Ember hadn't just pushed him, I'd have become a puppet of '2-049' by now.

And his gratitude is not only because the other party saved his life.

It's even more because he told himself that precious way to play!

No matter what the other party's identity is, and how they know how to play.

But for Al Hassan, he can imagine that without Ember, he probably wouldn't have known how to play for the rest of his life!

If there is no play.

He can only be like everyone else-

Practice controlling spirituality and power through meditation every day to truly grasp the power of potions, digging out its symbolism and more mysteries.

But now he was suddenly woken up and realized that he had done the wrong way before!

Before he knew how to act, he might not be able to get out of Sequence 7 for the rest of his life.

Either die in a mission, or die out of control.

But now with the help of the cosplay, he may be able to advance to Sequence Six in half a year or even less!

Suddenly, he was given such a big favor by a rich child who came to experience life that he didn't like, and Al Hassan's complicated feelings can be imagined.

"No, you don't."

Ember shook his head and said slowly, "As long as you don't leak this matter." ”

Although in his impression, the acting method should be rotten on the street.

But looking at the appearance of the three people in front of him, I'm afraid not many people know about this thing.

"Don't worry."

Lorota immediately said, "I won't say anything if I kill me!" ”

Borgia, who was still driving, also nodded solemnly, and secretly noted this favor in his heart.

"It's a shame."

Al Hasson smiled wryly and was a little embarrassed as he stepped out of the carriage to take Borgia's place.

Ember a newcomer told them how to play so generously, but he, an old man, looked small-bellied.

This time it's really embarrassing to lose face to grandma's house!

"Where are we going?"

Ember saw that the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird, so he changed the subject and asked.

"Go to the station."

Al Hasson turned back to the carriage and explained, then added, "Our mission is to escort '2-049' to Tingen by train and assist the night watchman team there. ”

Obviously, with the revelation of the acting, Ember and the team quickly became closer.

All the way, as before, several people took each other's hands to drive the carriage to the station.

By the time they arrived at the station, the platform was empty, and the train had been waiting for a long time.

It wasn't until the four of them got into one of the empty cars that the train finally left again after stopping for nearly half an hour.