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It seems that there is nothing to be done except sigh.

Time is like a lonely river, whether people notice it or not, it will roll forward and never go back...... The reunion between people, parting, joys and sorrows, and a qiē will eventually be annihilated, even if the major events that shake the world are just one of the fleeting waves.

The waves fade and time passes...... The sunset was dyed red, and the night was lowered. Even if someone has the heart to reach out and hold that time, they will only watch it flow between their fingers......

Slowly lowering his palm, Edward's gaze fell on the distant sky, where there was a thin cloud, skimming the blue-black sky, and the stars twinkling among the thin clouds like a light veil.

The night was already dark.

The glow of the crescent moon dimmered on the room at the top of the Mage's Tower, outlining the lonely shadow of the Psychic Warlock, who sat in a long, comfortable chair, leaning back slightly, breathing slowly and long, as if in a state of half-sleep. That wonderful feeling makes the mind wander between half asleep and half awake,

The body is asleep, and only the mind seems to remain in an active state, and many things can be thought of...... This seems to be the strange state of the battle a few hours ago...... A continuation.

Or, not a continuation.

After all, at that time, that feeling was by no means so peaceful.

The Psychic Warlock's eyes narrowed, and the short but fierce battle that had existed before the hourglass reappeared in his mind again, every detail, every gain or loss. The swords are intertwined, the forces collide, all seem to be so clear and within reach.

A battle that was caught off guard and far from what was originally planned.

Originally, it was planned to rely on the blockade of magic, coupled with the power of the prayers of dozens of priests from the two churches of Belle Lena and Rose, to restrain the ability of a blazing god servant, and then use the spiritual energy, the king's power to increase magic, and the ability of the stone element. Slowly engage in a war of attrition, trying to capture the body attached to the Blazing Divine Servant after the positive energy gradually fades, and then deal with it.

However, I didn't expect that there were so many accidents in this short contact.

The appearance of Katzejek, the awakening of the royal power, and the sudden appearance of that Ariel all brought this battle to an end. It's even more confusing.

In the end, is it considered that you have 'won'?

Or the only little gain. All that was left to do was to hit Karel hard...... It should be impossible for the essence of the celestial creatures absorbed by the royal power to recover all of them in a short period of time, and a human being who can carry the attachment power of the Blazing Heavenly Divine Service is obviously not so easy to find.

But what about what you give?

She...... Will you come back? Will the next time you face it be in a short period of time? Will it be a more cruel and undying battle? Will you have to face the person you are familiar with, or the unfamiliar divine servant?

At that moment, I suddenly felt that feeling. Is that kind of judgment real or illusory? Is that beautiful, gentle, once one's own holy warrior really disappeared from this world, leaving no trace?

Is that a loss of control?

Or maybe not. Because he remembered every detail of that time, he could feel every thought of himself, and he was able to control every bit of his own feelings, judgments. Every decision comes from deliberation. Electricity and fire, but in retrospect, this qiē seems to be very vague - as if it were a collection of contradictions, just like at that moment, it was not you who made the decision.

Because she is dead, and there is an enemy in front of her, she must be resolutely erased.

It was the indifference and coldness that emanated from the deepest part of consciousness, like a ghostly wind blowing up from hell, slowly but steadily eroding a qiē...... Let his experiences, his love and hate, joy and pain. A little bit of fading has become a dispensable memory, many past events in front of me, scene by scene, so blurred, once so firmly believed, so persistent, always believed, in fact, nothing, nothing.

As for the rest, it's not worth considering.

The thought of swinging the blade is unstoppable, silent, but everywhere. It guides the Psychic Warlock to look down on all beings from the sky high above. Look at the problem from the most macro perspective.

For example, whether Elena has zài.

The answer is realistic.

Or, in a sense, it is correct and irrefutable.

But......

"How stupid...... "The Psychic Warlock let out a breath and muttered lowly.

Although we think from the broadest perspective, when the horizon is broad enough and the time span is often timed for thousands of years, people's original insistence and belief will often be so nonsense and ridiculous. However, there should be at least one time in your life when you forget yourself for someone's sake.

I don't ask for results, I don't want to go with my peers, I don't want to have what I once had, and I don't even ask you to love me...... Even if you suddenly realize that you are stupid, you can't be stupid. It's funny, and the tears of laughter have fallen. Laughing at myself for being so stupid, I have been looking forward to it stupidly, until I am disappointed, and I am looking forward to it again, and I am disappointed again......

But life is supposed to be like this, and people are like this......

It is precisely because of stupidity that there is intelligence, impulsiveness and evenness to be calm, since you are born as a human being, you can't stay out of things forever and be high......

Unconsciously showing a bitter smile, he shook his head, deciding not to bother with such a question that would surely not get a concrete answer.

I picked up a harp from the table. Gently tuned, he plucked a few familiar instruments that he was not very good at this kind of seven-stringed instrument, and only knew a little about how to use it, but when he began to pluck one or two strings gently, the music in his memory flowed into a simple and clear tune in that trembling.

How many dreams have I had in my heart, how many bonuses have fallen in my dreams, the spring breeze blows, blowing away the prosperity, blowing away my dreams, a drop of lovesickness, turning into a touch of blood red. My dreams revolve around the bits and pieces of your spring, summer, autumn and winter, and draw out all kinds of ...... in my heart If life is only as first seen, what is the west wind sad fan. The green mountains are still the same, and the mulberry fields have changed a few times...... Tears are shining, meditating on the dust, and the water of the east of the river will not be returned...... (The song is Scarborough Bazaar.) "Nanyang Lichen" composed the lyrics, but I changed a few sentences. ）

The soft music sounded slowly,

Quiet footsteps became soft in front of the door, and Anna Sue raised her gaze in some surprise to look at the person singing the song.

It was a song I'd never heard before. He sang in a strange way that he had never heard before, some of them gentle, some of them cold, and his voice was not very beautiful, but the melody, and the words, had something touching about them, so that the woman couldn't help but slow down and slowly approach. But I can't bear to disturb it. Stand still behind that recliner......

Music and singing echo in the ears in the moonlight. The more melodious, the more ethereal...... So the thoughts in the girl's heart seem to be a little rambling.

There seems to be a little sadness in the briskness.

Sadness?

For the daytime battle? I heard that it was the girl named Elena......

The staff lady frowned and guessed the answer in her mind.

For that heroic woman, Anna Sui had several encounters with her, but it was very strange that she did not leave any positive memories...... Or maybe it's because of the woman's great strength. People can only remember the sword in her hand, and the opportunity to face the face under the helmet is even rarer, so what can barely be remembered is only the outline of a slightly immature, but amazing face, and the rest. There are only empty words such as beauty and delicateness.

What is the source of that sadness?

Love?

It seems hard to imagine that it is the powerful, cunning and cold man. There will be a love xù.

"Is that you?"

The piece finally ends in a few melodious notes...... So the contemplative man raised his head and noticed the woman beside him, who was standing quietly, the moonlight sprinkling like a veil, outlining the dull silver outline of her black dress, the beauty of a scroll.

"It's nothing, it's just ......" suddenly woke up from the boundless fantasy, but his heart was occupied by inexplicable love...... The woman took two steps back in fright, letting the darkness hide the blush on her face, and then grabbed the corner of her clothes hard, and only squeezed out a reply in a half-loud voice: "I just think this song is good." Also, I didn't expect you to play the piano. I ......"

There was a sudden pause in her voice.

The girl's eyes widened slowly...... The clear blue-gray pupils were like a mirror, reflecting the person's face.

But the person who has been with each other for more than a month and is a little familiar now seems to be completely unfamiliar, even if the outline of his facial features has not changed at all, but the silver silk has made that face very different......

In those eyes, the two dots of silver gray rippled, although they were also as smooth as a mirror, but they did not reflect any luster. It's just that when her eyes are opposite to her, the silver that is just covering her pupils seems to suddenly become larger, as if infinitely wide, occupying her entire line of sight, infinitely deep, trying to absorb her!

And the silver color was so cold, as cold as the legendary ice wasteland in the far north of the Great 6, that the girl couldn't help but have a cold war. Subconsciously took two steps back, and the sound of clanging footsteps seemed particularly harsh and hollow in this quiet space.

But no matter how hard she tries, she can't break the intersecting gaze!

Time just passed slowly.

Is it a moment, or an hourglass, or a day?

The eyes moved, and the gravitational pull disappeared in the next moment, like a trance, an illusion...... The silver luster was replaced by the ordinary brown, and Anna Su appeared, and in front of her was the ordinary youth who seemed to be difficult to remember.

Can't think of ......?

Anna Sui couldn't help but reach out and hold the corner of her forehead, because she couldn't think of anything for a while! Her mind was blank, her memories became blurry, and it even seemed that everything had flown out of her mind...... She tried to be calm, but all she remembered in a trance was that there seemed to be countless arrogance in that indifferent gaze......

Just like behind those pupils, there is actually a god from above looking down on the world!

Thankfully, the telemancer seemed distracted. Didn't notice her love xù.

"If there's nothing to do, go and rest. The weapons on the Duke of Greenland's side have been in demand a lot lately. If you have time, supervise them a little more......"

"Yes, yes. ”

On a normal day, even if you obey it, you might be a little disgusted by such a direct order, right? Even if you don't say sarcasm, you will resist a little with your expressions...... But now, Anna Sui found that her answer was extremely natural, as if it were from the bottom of her heart......

Submit to.

"You look weird. That strange feeling made the female staff suddenly feel a little resentful. So she settled down, and she finally regained some of her mood a little, and said in a low voice.

"What?"

"I don't know, but you don't seem to be the same as before, as if ...... It changed a lot all at once. ”

"As for people, they are changing all the time, and this time is different from the past. Today, too, is different from yesterday. ”

Strange doubts, based on women's intuition. Elusive and unfounded. The Psychic Warlock smiled unconsciously and replied with a sentence that made her look sideways.

So, what has changed about you?

As he answered, the Psychic Warlock suddenly appeared and thought about this question.

Because, he did make some changes - just between this battle.

The power of the spirit seems to have become a little stronger again, and it feels as if it has become sharpened when the consciousness is concentrated. He could feel the air around him, the touch of his skin, and he could hear the friction sound that resembled the waves of water, the flow of blood under his skin, the relaxation of his muscles. Even the friction of the bones seems to be clearly recognizable...... From the top of this tower, at night, he could see the streets of the entire realm. Every grain of sand between the crevices of the slate.

If he wanted to, he could also see every thin thread on the neckline of the woman in front of him.

But in today's battle, that omnipotent power, the thing that was absorbed from the Blazing Celestial Servant, did not leave much trace now.

Even if it's just a feeling.

The Psychic Warlock knew that he would not be able to do the earth-shattering, hand-to-hand combat of a Blazing Divine Attendant as he had done in his previous battles—even with the help of stone elemental beings. Because he had lost that infinite expansion of consciousness, even if he commanded the stone elemental to assist, he could only take care of his own hands, plus three or four tentacles. That's what you can do with all your might.

Such a powerful force, just replaced by a burst of less than an hourglass scale?

Edward's smile was a little helpless...... Or, such an evil existence is so terrible, and what you do is really helping to abuse.

But change, it seems, did happen.

The spiritual power flowed slightly, and a flash of light swirled in his palm.

It was a source of power that had been stored in the ring, the Isgandar Great, and this thing itself needed the blood of the empire to be excited, so for Edward, it was somewhat of a chicken rib, and it had been kept by him. Even forgotten in the corners of power.

But now, this power seems to be becoming active, and when the spiritual power penetrates into it, Edward's body has undergone some changes.

"Huh?"

At this moment of change, even the psychic warlock himself couldn't help but let out a voice of surprise.

Because of his body, he fell from the bench.

Leaning through the wood, he fell with a wolf bèi and sat on the ground...... It's like the bench was suddenly cast by a magic spell that flashed him over!

What's going on?

The power of mind control pulled the bench up, and the psychic warlock stood up a little wolfly, looking at the female staff member staring at him in front of him, the surprise on the latter's face gradually turned into a smile, and finally he couldn't help but giggle out loud, and the more he noticed someone's expression, the more cheerful the staff lady laughed.

What happened?——

Among the spells, invisibility is only a kind of illusion, and its function is to achieve the result of deceiving vision by refracting light, distorting, and changing the route of light forward, so whether it is the flash dust that causes the light to be scattered and scattered, or the real gaze that cracks the illusion, it can have an effect on it, and even because illusion can only have the effect of deception, experienced hunters can even solve it with a handful of sand

"Edward, you...... How do you feel? Nothing, right?" Miss Lisa whispered, "Are you...... Still angry?"

"I'm not angry. ”

"Sure enough, I'm still angry......"

The eldest lady bit her lip, twisted the corners of her skirt in her hands, lowered her head and whispered.

"I know, because I was acting recklessly, and that guy ...... The angel who had taken over Elena's sister's body ran away...... Edward, you don't know how scary you looked at the time, though...... You look like you're going to split her in half with a sword, ah, I know, you're not going to do anything to her, but I don't know why, I suddenly think in my head, you're going to do that......"

In the end, the argument had turned into a kind of sobbing, and at the end there was even a little sobbing, and Miss Half-Elf lowered her head and secretly paid attention to Edward's face from her golden forehead: "I don't know what is going on, but I just think you look like ...... Woo, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm ......"

"Don't worry, you read that right. At that time, I did have that intention. After a moment's hesitation, Edward reached out and rubbed her little head, "So, I should thank you, otherwise, I might have done something terrible." ”

"You're saying you're going to kill her?"