"Now, nice to meet you."

The clown brushed the curls on his head and bowed slightly, "I'm sorry to meet you in this way." ”

Wayne looked at him and felt his hair tingle.

You are a taboo, calamity exists, so polite makes people more stressful.

"I don't know if you have anything to tell me?"

"Ah, this, I'm just here to talk to you."

Wayne: "......"

"It's hard to accept that I say that?"

"No, not really."

The clown clown pinched the thumb and forefinger of both hands, swung his arms outward, his head swayed, and his mouth smacked: "What a dishonest child......"

Roar!

Before he could finish speaking, the clown opened his mouth wide and shouted.

I saw him lean over suddenly, the blood-red spherical nose on the mask against his nose, and his eyes turned red, as if he was staring at him with madness and viciousness.

"Isn't that more acceptable?"

A drop of sweat actually appeared on the door of Wayne's head, and he stepped back slightly, "Yes, it should be." ”

If you can, it's better to look like a gentleman before......

Syllable!

The clown smiled contemptuously and snapped his fingers.

The dim room became brighter, the rustling and whimpering outside the house disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

"Sit."

Wayne glanced around and saw that he was already in a very elaborate living room, with a square red table in front of him and a red sofa behind him.

He hesitated and sat back.

"Have a drink?"

Without waiting for him to reply, the clown expertly opened the wine and poured two shallow glasses, pushing one of the silver goblets over.

“……”

It's in a dream, right?

What does it taste like to drink alcohol?

However, Wayne still stubbornly picked up the wine glass and took a sip, the situation is stronger than people, he is better to be low-key and cautious.

The clown touched a cup with him and laughed: "Drink, drink, whenever I am sober, I will come here to have a drink, it tastes very good." ”

Awake?

Here it is...... This is not a dream?

Wayne thought about it and thought it was unlikely, how could this not be a dream?

Thinking like this, he looked up, and the little Assi were all there?

It's just that they looked at him curiously as if they hadn't seen the clown, and at the same time opened their mouths wide to swallow and meditate.

No, no, it can't be the real world!

Then he looked at the panel, and saw that the information of the panel appeared in his mind, basic attributes, skills, contracts, and specializations...... Also there??

Wayne muttered, "So here, isn't it a dream?" ”

"Isn't that weird?"

The clown took a sip of wine and said with a smirk, "I'm sure where I am is real, but how can you be sure that where you are is real?" ”

No way, it's definitely not true!

Still not convinced, Wayne finally tried to remove the material of a mechanical golem from the spatial ring.

I saw that there was an extra gear in his hand, and there was a gap in it that he had accidentally made......

"There really is, it's exactly the same......"

"Hee-hee-ha......"

When the clown saw him do this, he laughed maniacally, and lay down on the sofa with his stomach in his arms, laughing without any image.

The feet were happily pushing up and down, as if they had seen something ridiculous.

Wayne clenched the gears, the hard metal and the cold touch that brought him back to his senses from the shock.

Then he retracted his gears and looked at the maniac-laughing clown with a complicated look in his eyes.

Uncle, you have such strength to say it earlier......

I didn't act too rude, did I?

Or should we learn from him to bow down?

Well, wait a minute and try it out!

After a while, the clown stopped, his face was gone, and his eyes suddenly became dead, "I haven't laughed so happily in a long time......

Wayne barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "yes, yes?" ”

You look like this, but you don't mean to be happy at all, ugly man!

"yes, since I left Lilith, there hasn't been."

Lilith?

This name, is the Empress of the Turing Empire of the Third Age?

Leonard?

Wayne's expression moved, and he asked cautiously, "The Lilith you are talking about, is that Lilith Horacio Leonard?" ”

Lilith...... Yes, that's the name......"

Hearing this name, the clown seemed to have his body hollowed out, and lay on the red sofa in collapse, gasping for breath, "Oh hoo, oh hoo......"

It took him a long time before he struggled and roared, "In this world, there is no second Lilith, no!!" ”

"Of course, of course, absolutely not." Wayne looked at the clown's hideous expression, and had to follow him: "What you said must be right!" ”

What kind of neuropathy is this invading reality, it's too elusive, right?

"I'm not insane!"

Wayne was stunned for a moment, "Eh, you ......"

Can he hear me? Mind Reading??

"It's not a mind reading either,"

The clown's face regained his composure, and he said in a flat tone: "When you are like me, living in hypocrisy and falsehood all day long, you will also have this ability." I'm just, well, seen a lot. ”

You know what I'm thinking, and I say it's not mind reading?

"I'm not here to discuss with you whether or not it's mind reading."

The Joker's eyes turned red again, "Or, do you want to see if you're going to die here?" ”

Wayne hurriedly said, "No, of course I don't want to. ”

He didn't think about anything anymore, and his eyes stared at the Joker's face without blinking...... The place that stands out on that mask is focused and determined.

"Please tell me what I need to do, as long as I can do it, I will help you."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the year 3383 of the Fifth Age, the Forbidden Era?"

“3383？” Wayne was stunned, "I only know that it's 1578 in the new calendar." ”

"New calendar......" The clown bit his finger and thought for a moment: "The old calendar and the new calendar, maybe there has been a turning point in time in this era. ”

Wayne was also thoughtful, the turning point?

However, it can be seen from the name of the annual calendar that there is an old calendar.

It's just that neither the predecessor nor he himself has studied history, so he can't give the clown an accurate answer.

"Anyway, it's supposed to be countless years that have passed," the Joker looked up after thinking for a long time, "I want you to help me find Lilith." ”

"You also said that countless years have passed, and I don't know where to find her?"

"You will," the clown stared at him, squeezing a sentence from between his teeth, "fate will let you find her as if you knew her name." ”

Well?

Sound familiar?

Wayne suddenly remembered what Euan had said before, 'Forbidden objects are like bystanders of fate, never pronounce their names, or you will encounter them......

"So, the queen named Lilith has also become a taboo?"

"I don't know."

The clown had a lonely expression on his face, and God knows how the torn mask managed to make such an expressive expression.

"But I know you'll find her."

“…… Okay, what about when I find her? ”

Wayne was so disgusted, how could I not know I could find her?

"You don't have to do anything, just tell me."

"Sue, tell you?"

Does it mean to keep in touch all the time, or to follow along all the time?

The corners of the clown's mouth turned up, and he danced like a crazy hand: "Of course you have to tell me, Lilith, Lilith, my lovely Lilith, I miss you, I miss ......"

"I really want to slash you one after another, so that people can see your hypocritical face, dirty body, and ugly heart!!"

"If you find her, you must find her, hee-hee-haha...... I'm going to shave her!! ”

Hiss!

Wayne gasped, it turned out that it wasn't the drama he wanted to recognize each other, but the blood of the enemy on the spot?

"Well, Mr. Leonard, how can I contact you?"

"Hip Hop...... Well? ”

The clown's movements froze, and he touched his chin and thought: "This is a problem, that little girl is too cold, I can't stand her, let alone your ......"

"Why don't you go and kill her?"

"Who, who killed?"

The clown looked at him dissatisfied, "Of course it's that white hair, you still want to be so weak...... Well, you're too weak, and you'll die with a glance from the little white hair......"

"I thought about it, yes, that's it. You, as long as you keep following her, then I can always come to play with you, heehaha......"

Always follow ......

Wayne wanted to cry without tears, and if it was only Tina, she would follow.

But now there's the clown, and he's really not ...... How do you know if you can't do it without trying?

The clown's gloomy expression dissipated, and he said with a grin: "That's it, she follows you, I follow her, and I can find you, it's perfect, isn't it?" ”

Wayne wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Ah, yes, yes, you're right. ”

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, and I almost forgot about this guy...... Well, it's Mr. Leonard's ability.

"So so that you can tell what is real, and so that you can live a long time, try this."

As he spoke, the clown snapped his fingers.

syllable

The lights went out, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, and it became pitch black.

"What's real?"

Wayne secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly issued a spell command through the origin, "Fireball Technique!" ”

"Lake, S, Ba!"

A light flashed from the rune on the Secret Master's forehead, and a fireball appeared in front of Wayne, illuminating the surrounding scene.

By the light of the fireball, Wayne couldn't help but shudder when he saw what was in front of him.

He saw a monster as large as a hill, shaped like a wolf, with wings on its back, covered with gray scales, and four paws burning with pale flames, standing in front of him.

From time to time, the mouth full of fangs is opened and swaying from side to side, as if looking for a convenient position to lower the mouth......

"Oh? Is it what you are afraid of? Evil dogs. ”

The clown sat cross-legged on the head of the Grey Dog, his red eyes full of sarcasm, "You're so weak." ”

Even the eyes of the dark vicious dog under him were mocking, as if to say, it turned out that he asked me to come for a snack, I like it.

Wayne gritted his teeth and allowed himself to stand in front of them, his eyes already blood-red from fear, like the Joker's eyes.

"You, what the hell do you want to do?"

"Lets you know what's in the real world, that's all."

The corners of the clown's mouth twitched, and he smiled exaggeratedly at the darkness above his head, and opened his hands as if he was enjoying: "It turns out that this is the truth!" ”

"Roar!!"

The Evil Dog didn't wait for his command, and poked his head towards Wayne, his huge mouth wide open......

"Niko, Rook."

[You successfully dodged the attack of the Forbidden Item 1-83 Demon Joker.] Evaluation: I have to say that Leonard he ...... Reward: +5 Survival Points. 】

What a ghostly vicious dog?

!

A look of astonishment flashed across Wayne's face, and he quickly flashed out again, dodging the claws of the ghostly dog.

"Left point, right right right, damn stupid dog, you only have that strength? Kill him! The clown sat on the head of the ghostly dog, directing as he watched the play.

"Mens, Dee."

The phantom clone's allure had no effect on the Grey Dog, and Wayne had to rely on the constant use of the flickering flicker to evade its attacks.

Bang, bang......

Wayne gritted his teeth and dodged, and directly took out his musket and used [Ballistic Control] to let those bullets fall on the ghostly vicious dog.

You use your musket to hit the Greyhound, leaving only a pile of bullet powder on its scales. Evaluation: It's too weak, it's too weak, you can't even punch a single scale. Reward: +1 Survival Point. 】

【……】

Damn, Wayne put away his musket and dodged the Greyhound again.

Sweat soaked his hair, sweat drenched his eyes.

He looked at the rapidly depleting spiritual power, no, no, if he continues like this, he will definitely die here!

"Yes, that's it, you can only run, run, run, and eventually there will be no scum left."

"Damn, I'm dead, and no one will take you to Lilith!"

"Hmm," the clown laughed, "if you're dead, I can have someone turn you into an undead creature, the same, hee-hee......"

"Damn, your uncle!"

Wayne couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, what the hell is this idea?

But it's not a way to go on like this, that one and that...... Try that!

The two phalanges of the King of Bones, this attack should be able to cause damage to the Greyhound, right?

"Bray, Franço, Ava!" (Claws of the Dead!) ）

As the ghost chanted the summoning spell, a rune circle large enough to envelop the ghostly vicious dog appeared, and a gray mist-like vortex rose in the center of the circle, and a cold and terrifying aura instantly spread from it.

"Oh?" The demon clown looked at the center of the circle with interest, "King of Bones? ”

The ghostly vicious dog was stunned for a moment, its attack stopped, and it looked at the whirlpool and the breath of the dead in confusion...... Unpalatable batch.

Seeing this, Wayne rarely had a chance to breathe, took out two bottles of perfect-grade enlightenment potions and poured them into his mouth.

Damn clown, and that dog, sooner or later......

Under the playful eyes of the clown and the vigilant gaze of the ghostly vicious dog, a giant claw of white bones like a mountain stretched out from the whirlpool.

and slowly left two phalanges to poke at the head of the ghostly vicious dog......

I saw that the two finger bones poked the stunned two, no, they were an ugly and a dog, and after leaving a scar on the head of the vicious dog, they disappeared......

Demon Joker: "? ”

The Evil Dog: "?? ”

That's it?

"Roar!!"

The ghostly vicious dog looked at the blood stains flowing from his head, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he stared at Wayne not far away.

"Hey, hey, your spell is very interesting," the clown laughed when he saw the excitement, and laughed, "But the puppy is angry, be careful." ”

Wayne looked at the gloomy vicious dog with the white flames surging under his feet, and cursed secretly, do you still need to say it?

However, the Claws of the Undead can deal damage.

This means that the strength of the ghostly vicious dog is only one level higher than the captain level, and it can fight!

But—

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, the Hellish Dog appeared in front of him, its two front paws waving wildly.

"Niko, Rook." (Flashing.) ）

Wayne looked at the claw-cut wound on his chest, his heart beating so fast that he almost died......

Damn it!

Annoyed, he pulled out his musket again, and even if he died, he would make your dog break his teeth.

Bang, bang......

Under the effect of [Ballistic Control], bullets were fired at the place on the forehead of the ghostly vicious dog that was stabbed by the claws of the undead.

I can't penetrate the places with scales, and I don't believe you can block them if they're all injured!

[You use a musket to hit the Phantom Dog, triggering the death trait - Calamity, that is, the death progress is 1/50.] Comments: Interesting, good strategy. Special Rewards: +5 Survival Points, +2 Marksmanship. 】

【……】

[You use a musket to hit the Phantom Dog, triggering the Death Trait - Aging, that is, the death progress is 9/50.] Appraise...... Special Rewards: +5 Survival Points, +2 Marksmanship. 】

[You use a musket to hit a ghostly dog, triggering the death trait - Blight, which means that the death progress is 10/50.] Appraise...... Special Rewards: +5 Survival Points, +2 Marksmanship. 】

"Roar!!"

At first, the Grey Dog didn't care, but as more and more bullets hit, a force far more ominous than the abyss was transmitted into its body.

The trigger of the epidemic caused the flesh and blood of its wound to decay in an instant, emitting a foul smell.

Aging makes it feel even more powerless, as if something important is missing from its body.

And calamity......

"Damn, how many days have you not showered, so stinky?"

The clown was smoky by the stench of the wound, and in annoyance, he slammed his fist into the eyelid of the ghostly vicious dog.

Bang!

With this muffled sound, the eye of the ghostly vicious dog instantly shattered, and flesh and flesh scales flew sideways, "Roar, roar!" ”

But that wasn't the end of it, Wayne reloaded the bullets even harder, his hands almost disappearing, and one bullet after another shot out, hitting the place where the ghost dog was wounded.

"Death pollution...... Oranell's power? ”

The clown looked at the bullets with a thoughtful expression on his face, no wonder he could inflict such damage on the puppy......

However, you can't kill the puppy like that.

I borrowed something, but I have to pay it back......

Bang.

"Huh?"

Wayne looked at the disappearing ghostly vicious dog, stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Damn, it's almost there!" ”

[You use a musket to hit a ghostly dog, triggering the death trait - Blight, which means that the death progress is 45/50.] Appraise...... Special Rewards: +5 Survival Points, +2 Marksmanship. 】

Damn, it's just five clicks, and five more clicks can trigger it!

Almost, as long as the ghostly vicious dog died, it could bring him a huge ...... Jerk ...... little *&*

"What trigger, what huge?"

The clown pinched a bullet and carefully looked at the faint black glow on it, confirming that it was Oranel's strength......

Tsk, it's getting more and more interesting.

"It's nothing, it shouldn't be anything next, right?" Wayne put away the musket unhappily, took a deep breath and said, "Can I go back?" ”

"Of course,"

The clown held the bullet and took off his hat with a grin, "I was very happy to see your performance, but you don't think that is the full strength of the puppy just now, right?" ”

"If I hadn't restricted it, maybe you'd have died the first time."

"I know,"

Wayne was very unhappy, but he knew that this was the truth, otherwise with the speed of the dark vicious dog behind him, he wouldn't be able to bear it at the beginning.

And from beginning to end, the abyssal creature has never used extraordinary abilities, so I think it should have been set up by the clown in advance.

"That's good, I look forward to seeing you next time, and I'll definitely prepare another big gift for you at that time......"

Still coming?

Say goodbye, it's better not to see you again in this life!

But before he could say anything, he saw that the scene around him seemed to come to an end, turning into nothingness......

After an unknown amount of time, Wayne sat up sharply, sweating profusely as he surveyed everything in the attic bedroom.

Bookshelves, beds, snacks, parchment, Tina, chairs......

Well? Tina?

Wayne looked at the white-haired girl who was sleeping soundly on the side of the bed and the clown doll in her hand, and vaguely understood something.

It turns out that Tina is not the only one who can control the demon Joker, and the Joker can also use some means to borrow Tina's body to do something......

In this way, is it out of control?

If the Joker can borrow Tina's body at any time, then he will have to help the Joker find that Lilith.

"Hey, damn it, what's this called......"

At this moment, a blue prompt floated across the panel.

[You are in indirect contact with the Forbidden Item 1-83 Demon Clown, and the trajectory of your fate has changed to a certain extent, and the current encounter progress is 66/100.] Comments: Well, hallucinations, it's all hallucinations, don't worry...... Special Rewards: Survival Points +5, Origin +1, Resilience Level +1. 】

Encounter progress 66?

It was 65 before......

It's, the demon clown, that big nose is about to poke into my nostrils, and it summoned a ghostly vicious dog that almost killed Lao Tzu.

Now you're telling me that the progress has only increased by 1 point??

But apparently, this answer panel won't give him an answer......

After a long time, Wayne calmed down, looked at the white-haired girl on the side, sighed, got up and carried her to the bed and lay down.

Either way, none of this has anything to do with Tina......

"It's all Claire's fault!"

That's right, that's why she's it.

If it weren't for some broken treasure, some relic of the Third Age, there would be a woman Lilith who could give birth to three children a year......

How could he be targeted by a demon clown?

Wayne suddenly found a way to vent, and felt much more comfortable, only to feel that the depression that fled under the ghostly vicious dog had been released.

With that in mind, he walked to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

At this time, the red moon was still hanging high in the night sky, but under the protection of the street lamps outside, he did not feel any signs of pollution.

"I'll write it down for you in a small notebook, let's take our time ...... in the future."

I forgot to write the chapter name, so I have to wait until the editor comes to work next week.

There is still only one chapter left today, and it will be added the day after tomorrow.

Well, now owe three chapters!

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