When Don Quixote was still alive on Earth, he once read a magazine, of course, he couldn't remember what magazine it was, but he still remembered the story told above, especially after he fell in love with soul spells, and felt that many times earthlings could not directly control the soul, and tried to get close to another person's heart through various external manifestations, although it was not as direct as the Faeron World to directly use spells to invade another person's soul world, but it had another advantage, that is, it was low-key and unguardable。

That story is about how to close the relationship between two people in conversation, and even to please each other, of course, the love here is not the love of men and women, but a kind of friendship, or the same thing as favorability, such as giving people a good feeling that you are a good person, the method is two words, listen.

No matter which world it is, everyone has their own unique way of thinking, has their own outlook on life, world view, values, beliefs, even under the same education model, as long as it is not the kind of stupid melon who has been brainwashed and does not even know how to read and think, everyone is all different, and human beings have a natural surname, and the name of me is right.

That is, a kind of self-centered subjective consciousness, in the vast majority of cases, human beings are unwilling to be changed by other people's views, and there is an idea of wanting to change others, after the scientists of the earth have proven, when the latter becomes a reality, it will give the narrator a subconscious feeling, that is, this person seems to be on the same front as me, and I will have something to talk about with him, so that the relationship between the two people will be inexplicably pulled into a lot.

And the most natural, unpretentious way to give people the impression that you are with me is to listen, even if your mouth is stupid, it doesn't matter, as long as you look into his eyes with a smile on your face and look full of interest, it is the best way.

For example, Don Quixote, in fact, has been listening since the middle of last night until the sun has risen, which inadvertently gives Safman a feeling that he is an ally, in Safman's own words, there are some things that she really seems to have forgotten, but as long as she looks at Don Quixote's sincere and serious eyes, she will remember again, from her joyful selection by the nobles who thought that she could live a relatively good life, but in the end she found that this nobleman is not good for some reasons, obviously such a person who likes women but can't have sex can easily become a pervert, so all kinds of things can be imagined, unimaginable things have happened to her.

And there are some incredible things that make Don Quixote, Safman's outpouring is unreserved, he doesn't care about his face at all, he doesn't care about his own surname as a woman, his self-esteem as a strong man, like a bamboo tube pouring beans, just like that nobleman in addition to liking to abuse his female slave with tools, he loves to watch a group of men ravage a woman, and sometimes even find tentacle monsters to help the fun, you can imagine the scene in front of him that the strong man who can control the world has been ravaged by countless men at the same time, for a realm mage, it is definitely a nightmare within a nightmare, and even anyone who knows about it, she will definitely kill them all, but at this moment she told Don Quixote.

"Squeak," Don Quixote shook his aching neck, "it's a terrible thing to look back on, how long did it take you to escape?"

"I don't know," compared to Don Quixote, who was still sitting on the sofa, telling stories for almost a night, and drinking a few cups of coffee, but Safman, who was already lying on the sofa, with his eyes staring blankly on the ceiling, from the reluctance to speak at first, to the madness in the middle, until now he finally calmed down, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "To be honest, I don't know how long it has been, and in that underground castle, I have no so-called concept of time with my sisters who are also slave girls. ”

"As for escaping, I didn't escape, and I couldn't have had that opportunity, of course, you may not believe it when you say it, but the reason why I'm here today is probably thanks to the claustrophobia you mentioned, I remember," Safman put his hands under his head to make himself comfortable. When we slave girls gradually forgot that they were still human, they didn't even bother to resist, I still remember that the nobleman scolded us for being a group of dead fish, so he lost interest in us, but he didn't let us go, nor did he kill us directly, but locked all our slave girls in an iron black room, which is the one you imitated before, of course, except for the oil lamp on the top, the others are not very similar. ”

"There is no water, there is no food, and we have been tortured for so many years and we don't even have the strength to commit suicide, compared to the way they seem to have been appointed, the more I think about it, the more unwilling I become, I have an urge to kill, and then I don't know how, I find that I seem to be able to control the iron houses around me, as if they are part of my body, let me change at will, make any shape I want to do, but unfortunately, with my current knowledge, my spiritual energy is too little, and it won't be long before the whole person will collapse, and then laterSpeaking of this, Safman seemed to be really a little speechless, not because he didn't dare to recall, but because he couldn't speak, "Do you really want to listen?"

"Jingle bell~" Don Quixote did not speak, but waved his hand to condense the dementor copper bell, accompanied by the clear sound of the bell, Safman felt that his soul had some kind of strange connection with the soul of the mage opposite, as if this man had brought himself back to what might be the most painful memory of her life

There was nothing but vents in the dark iron house, feces and urine mixed together with a disgusting smell, and a girl who looked to be about twenty years old grabbed another girl's wrist and gulped her blood, drinking and weeping, while the girl who was sucked by the blood smiled and said in words that almost only she could hear." Well-fed, Carol, promise me that if you can go out, you can't kill people except to avenge us, but live happily with us."

Although the lights in the iron house were dim, the face of the blood-sucking girl could still be seen, and it was obvious that this was a sign of excessive blood loss, and soon, not long after she finished saying this, the whole person fell down with a puff.

At this time, except for Safman, who was still frantically sucking blood, or Carol, who was still kneeling there, there was no one alive in the dark room, which was neither big nor small, of course, the last girl who was sucked by her blood was already on the verge of dying, and her body was destroyed by the long-term imprisonment, and it was impossible to live without food.

Carol, who secretly left the metal house, had already played with metal like her own body at this time, and perhaps because she suddenly gained such a powerful ability to develop her brain, improve her intelligence, and let her, who was still a girl at the time, not run around shouting, but silent slaughter, from the very beginning of controlling the metal to kill those guards from the outside, slowly and even by punching the metal into their bodies, from the inside, of course, in the end, the nobleman also died at Carol's hands, and those who played with her were chopped into a pile of meat sauce by countless spinning metal knives, a real meat sauce -

"Goddess Mithra," Carol let out a long breath and said it all, I really felt more relaxed than I had ever been, "It's incredible, this secret has been buried in my heart for almost two hundred years"

Don Quixote stretched hard, "Excuse me, I want to hold it all night." ”

"Ha," Carol stood up, and the wide robe was worn on her body, "I'll take you there, you say that, I'm a little bit of a coffee drinker"-

"No," Don Quixote, who was happily draining, couldn't help but be a little stunned as he looked at the huge bathroom that was almost impossible to look at, "It seems that your claustrophobia is really so severe that it is not hmm~hmm~" A cold shiver interrupted Don Quixote's words

"What about you?" asked Carol, who was outside the bathroom, with some curiosity, "fair deal, I also want to know about your past." ”

"My past?" Don Quixote, who had washed his hands, walked out of the bathroom, "Compared to you, I feel like I've been lucky, at least I haven't been sold at that time."

"How did you get out in the end?"

"I didn't escape," Don Quixote seemed to miss the time when he first arrived in Ferron, "though I burned the entire Slave Chamber with the alchemy that my father had given me and the alchemy I had stolen from that old man, I was killed. ”

"Killed?"

"As you can see, I am now a lich, but unlike ordinary lichs, I have a spell that can be attached to [***], and of course, there are only two people in the entire world of Feren who know this spell. ”

"Why do you want to tell me?" Carol's eyes flashed with surprise again, obviously, if Don Quixote didn't say it, I'm afraid he wouldn't have thought he was a lich, so if he had a conflict with him and killed him, that is, because he was really dead, but in fact he had made a powerful enemy, immortal, so if it was herself, it would be absolutely impossible to tell such an important secret.

"Why?" Don Quixote scratched his hair, "in order to win your trust thoroughly, there should be something to use you in the future." ”

"Hah," Carol's unpretentious laugh echoed through the hall on the first floor of the Mage Tower, "Honestly, you're a goddamn soul mage, but, I have to say, you succeeded."

"What are you going to do?" Looking at Don Quixote with his arms open, Carol couldn't help but take a few steps back, "No, don't you think, I don't want to stand here like a statue for hours."

"Believe me, for this kind of psychological problem, dare to face it is the best way to solve it, otherwise, you can only be stuck in the past for the rest of your life and can't extricate yourself"――

"Damn soul mage," Carol stood there like a statue once more, as if holding the air, and of course Don Quixote had left the mage tower by this time, "but the past will eventually pass, does that prophecy have anything to do with him?

"Congratulations, boy, you've successfully deceived a woman again. ”

Don Quixote, who looked tired, pursed his lips disdainfully, "The topic that is obviously very clean will change its taste as soon as it comes to your mouth, it is worthy of the dragon clan, this kind of woman with the surname Hum is like Rommell, there will be no more love in this life, I estimate that she will want to kill people disgustingly when she sees the male surname [***], and it is already the limit to be able to break through her psychological defense line and become her friend." ”

"What's the use of her, and it's worth your effort?"

"What's the use? I think she should be a very important role in the Six Rings organization in the future."

"But senior, what is her situation? Obviously she is just an ordinary person, but it seems that she can directly use the rules of the big world, from the longitudinal iron to the current gravity control, I estimate that her ability to become a mage of the realm also has a lot to do with this ability. ”

"Talented," Char Donghai said lightly, "It should be the power of a bloodline, any early life in the world is extremely powerful, and it is not unusual for them to integrate a part of the rules into their own bloodline and pass them on to their descendants." ”

"I see" (to be continued.) )