"Sit." Sissel greeted with a smile.

Azik sat in a chair beside him, but his eyes were constantly looking at Sissel.

I don't know why...... He wanted to come to him, a colleague he didn't know very well.

For there was a voice in the darkness that kept roaring in his heart, telling him: He knows! He knows!

"Hmm...... Do you want coffee? Or black tea? ”

Sissel interrupted Azik's memories as he stood up, walked to the cabinet behind him, and pulled out two delicate teacups.

"Coffee, thank you."

Whoa-

The rich aroma soon filled the room, and Azik couldn't help but close his eyes and savor it.

He slowly opened his eyes and made up his mind:

"So ......"

Sissel took a sip of his coffee and waited for Azik's next step.

Azik was silent for a moment before chuckling:

"Hehe, although for someone of our age...... It's, but ......"

He looked directly at Sissel, his deep eyes like a whirlpool that could suck people in.

“…… Some people are always special and born with some strange abilities, and you and I should be such people...... Right? Mr. Nietin? ”

Sissel smiled and did not deny it. Azk secretly rejoiced and continued:

"Before entering the history department of Beckland University, I lost most of my memory, I only remember my name and basic knowledge, fortunately, fortunately I have identification, otherwise I can only become a homeless, for so many years, I have searched for my parents according to identification, but nothing has been gained, even if I can see a corner of destiny."

"And in the years I was in college, I gradually discovered that I had some strange abilities, abilities beyond the realm of common sense......"

Sissel said suddenly: "So you want to know your identity?" ”

As he stirred the coffee, he looked at Azik and asked:

"What if...... You used to be a heinous and notorious villain...... Or, a wretched worm? ”

Azik was silent, the sadness in his eyes darkening his eyes.

"I don't know, but I wish I could remember. And ......"

Azke paused and said with a wry smile:

"I don't know anyone else with extraordinary abilities other than you...... You can never imagine what emotions a person without a past can have, it is like a ship adrift on the sea, the most terrible thing is not to encounter a storm, but to find a port, not to find a route to land, only to meet the disaster again and again, never to end, never to feel calm and safe. ”

When Sissel heard this, the bottom of his heart, which was originally undisturbed, was suddenly triggered, and a burst of sorrow came.

What's going on......

Sissel did not hesitate when he was about to plunge himself into the "unknown", leaving a projection of time to deal with Azik.

He began to examine his body, but found nothing.

"What's going on......"

Spirituality didn't give him a warning either, and Sissel thought about it, let go of it, and returned to reality.

Sissel narrowed his eyes, ignoring the warning from the "directing" authority, and spoke:

"Hehe, I can help you recall some common sense, but more, I can't help it."

It's weird.

As the fourth pillar of the "unknown", how could he not even have the ability to help a "Death Archon" whose soul had been separated?

But what obligation does he have to help Him?

Azk was stunned for a moment, and then did not shirk it, and thanked:

"Thank you."

Sissel organized the following language, saying:

"People like us who have extraordinary powers are called 'extraordinary'. The way most people become extraordinaries is to take the potion of the next path. ”

Instead of asking the few how they could become extraordinary, Azik nodded thoughtfully.

"At present, there are a total of 22 pathways known, and each pathway has a sequence 9, sequence 8, sequence 7, sequence 6, sequence 5, sequence 4, sequence 3, sequence 2, sequence 1, sequence 0, these ten progressive improvement systems."

"Currently known?" Azik grasped the strange word.

"Hehe, it's up to you to think about it yourself."

"That sequence 0 refers to ......"

"God."

Azik was silent again, his suppressed expression making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.

After Sissel told Azik some more occult knowledge, Azik almost understood.

If only those students were like Azik Eggers, who could draw inferences from a little bit...... Sissel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

……

In the evening, when the twilight rises to the sky, many tired birds lie down on the high towers to rest.

When Sissel returned home, he opened the door and smelled a smell of the room, and saw the clean room.

Well, well done.

He walked into the smoky kitchen and saw Foxie busy in the boiler.

Foxie also noticed Sissel's return, and greeted with a bright smile on her face:

"Good evening! Mr! ”

Sissel nodded at her, sniffled again, and asked:

"Are you cooking something?"

"Yes sir!"

Foxie lowered her head a little embarrassedly, and said hesitantly:

"I read it in the newspaper before, and I think it's quite simple, so I want to try it for you and the young master......"

"It's a good thing to read more newspapers."

Sissel mentioned it casually, then closed his eyes and sniffed the food in the pot, and said hesitantly:

"Hmm...... It's lamb and tomato...... Tomato mutton soup? ”

"Yes sir, the newspaper said that you could pour the soup over the rice, but the rice was a bit expensive, so I didn't buy it."

"Hehe, the rice is wanted, don't worry about not having enough money, come to me for reimbursement if it's not enough."

Sissel looked at the rest of the ingredients, a handful of emerald green coriander with a strange aroma.

"Oh? Coriander? ”

"Uh, here's a giveaway......"

At the sight of coriander, Foxie's face distorted slightly, and it was clear that she didn't like the taste of cilantro.

"For me, coriander is a good thing."

Sissel just said casually, but she didn't expect Fusie to panic, and she asked uncertainly:

"That'...... Do you put the cilantro in there? ”

"No, no. I'll just put it on my plate when the time comes. ”

Foxie breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Sissel without saying a word. This made Sissel wipe his face, and when he saw that there was nothing, he looked at Foxie again, and asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong?"

Foxie muttered something quietly, and then said:

"Sir...... The staple of today's dinner was bread ......"

Sissel smiled dumbly, it seems that he recruited a maid (apprentice?) I don't have a good understanding ability.

"How is that possible, I mean wait for me to put it in my soup."

"Huh?"