Se Shi Ran walked out from behind the tree, gave the other party a smile, and tried to show his kindness. But now he is naked, with a giant sword, and although his face is not hideous, it is much worse than his original handsome appearance, and Arthur himself is quite satisfied, and thinks it is very manly, a bit like Arnold : Schwarzenegger. But in the eyes of the other party, it has completely become a fierce and savage taste, coupled with the stone gray skin, it is completely a thug with bad intentions.

"Hello, my name is Arnold, and it's beautiful music! It's even a stone that makes you cry when you hear it!" said Arthur, now "Arnold," smiling.

As if he couldn't feel the malice in Arthur, the other party also replied with a smile: "But Your Excellency doesn't seem to shed tears?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then looked at himself and smiled bitterly: "Because I have a human heart, that thing is much harder than stone!"

The man was also stunned: "Are you human?"

"Do I look like an ogre?" laughed Arthur.

"Hehe, ogres don't have a sense of humor! Hello Mr. Stoneman, my name is Gira . Gila smiled and held out her hand.

This time it was Arthur's turn to be surprised, "Are you a man?" The woman should not take the initiative to shake hands with a man, and it is such a beautiful "woman".

"Of course!" said Kira with a smile, unimpressed by Arthur's faux pas, her hand still raised. The slender and white hand looks like a work of art, with a slight cyan vein on it, but it looks even more beautiful.

"Sorry sir, please forgive my faux pas. Still, I didn't dare shake hands with a psychic mancer. Arthur said, looking at Gilla. And watched with satisfaction as his face changed color. But before Gura could withdraw his hand, Arthur reached out and took his slender white hand and said, "But to meet a friend like you in such a forest, I will still summon up my meager courage!"

Kira's expression regained its steadiness as Arthur took his hand, and after a moment's wait, withdrew the hand that Arthur had held.

Before he could speak, Arthur said, "You must have sensed my kindness, and now we may sit down and talk, and you better let these poor creatures go, they probably haven't eaten dinner yet!" The control of a psychic warlock often only requires a look at each other to succeed, but it is easier to make contact through the body, so Arthur simply handed his hand to Guila, but Arthur certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to trust a stranger, whether it's half-elf blood or a soul mask, he has a high resistance to this. If the other party tries to control him, he naturally has a way to get out.

But fortunately, Gila did not try to control Arthur, but only sensed Arthur's mind. Otherwise, they would have been smashed into flesh by the mud pills summoned by Arthur, and the elemental creatures are not afraid of mind control.

The young man named Gila showed an embarrassed smile, and the handshake just now made him understand that Arthur really didn't have any malicious intentions, and his mind could be hidden but could not be deceived. With a wave of his hand, he let the beasts disperse and invited Arthur to sit down on the other side of the broken log. Hesitantly asked, "How do you know?"

"Hehe, no music can move animals, because everyone is not the same race, and the things they appreciate are naturally different. It is not a lie to play the harp to the cow, for the cow probably prefers to hear the cow moo more than the elegant music. So those animals are naturally under some kind of mind control, and the only ones who can use this mind control by playing music instead of chanting spells are probably born psychic warlocks. Your surname is probably Mullan!" Arthur said dryly.

Although there is a natural awakening of warlocks, such an age and this degree of control are only possible through professional training, and the family with the bloodline of psychic warlocks is probably only the Mu Lan family.

"What a sharp insight!" I am indeed surnamed Moulin, but may I get to know you a little more? ”

"Of course, I was cursed to be like this, and I'm now traveling around in search of a way out! It's great to have met someone who can talk after so much time in the forest. Arthur said calmly. While his words are not false, they are potentially misleading and conceal the existence of Mud Pills.

"That's great, I want to travel everywhere now, too! And it's fate to meet in such a big forest, can we be together?" said Gila happily, taking off his mask of caution, he was just a rookie going out for the first time. And the other party has no malicious intent, does it?

"Hehe, the same spellcaster, the mage always likes to stay in the house, but the warlock likes to travel around, and I'm glad to have a companion like you!" Arthur smiled and stretched out his hand again to express his sincerity, he really wanted a companion now, because he was actually penniless now, and it didn't matter in the forest, but in the human world, it was really difficult to move without money.

To Arthur's surprise, the other party actually smiled and rejected Arthur's outstretched hand. "I believe you, Arnold!" with a smile, which made Arthur a little embarrassed, after all, he told him a pseudonym. But to tell each other their real name but also to look at each other's character, although there is no conflict of interest between each other, but if Guila is a person who can't control his tongue, it will also give Arthur a headache.

Maybe the two of them have been lonely for too long, but chatting is unexpectedly happy, especially Arthur's insight, which makes Gila very impressed. Late at night, the bonfire was lit, Arthur picked up his bags that had been left in the woods, took out a piece of wild boar and roasted it finely, and kept sprinkling the plants taken along the way as spices. The aroma spread quickly, and with the presence of Kira, a psychic manor, there was naturally no need to worry about attracting any beasts.

Gura sniffled and said, "It's been a long time since I've eaten such delicious food, and to be honest, I never thought that traveling would require good cooking." I'm tired of eating bread for a long time! I'm so lucky to have a companion like you. ”

Arthur sensitively heard the word dough and said excitedly, "You have bread, can you give me one?" He hadn't eaten noodles for a long time.

After a while, Arthur and Gila ate the barbecue and the dough, and they both felt that life was so happy.

After eating, under the astonished gaze of Guila, Arthur took out a stone flute from his package, which he had made with his own power when he was bored on the road. Gently put it to the mouth, the elegant sound of the flute fluttered out, and in the dark night, the sound of the stone flute carried a unique low whimper, as if admiring the sentimental past, but it also made Gila distracted. In the countless ups and downs, the tone of the flute is constantly decreasing, and when it reaches the low extreme, the sound of the flute has become sluggish and unsustainable, as if Arthur has sunk deep into the bottom of the river, and walked up to the river bank step by step in pain, but still fell by the river.

However, it seems that the peaks and loops in the desperate situation turn, and the sound of the flute rises violently, if it seems to be sentimental about the past just now, then the present is hoping for the future, suddenly but not abruptly, it is so naturally light, as if it is a dream about the future. It wasn't until the sound of the flute fell silent that Kira came to her senses and clapped her hands gently. His face was already full of excitement, this companion named Arnold simply gave him too much magic. is obviously a rude man, but his conversation is not vulgar. Not only is he a master of cooking, but he also has such skills in art, which is really his appetite.

This made Gila admire her decision to leave home, otherwise how could she meet such a friend. In that old family, there is only an omnipresent interest.

Looking at Gila full of joy and appreciation, Arthur couldn't help but smile, and they chatted late that night. When Arthur told Gila to sleep first and keep vigil himself, Gila smiled and said, "No need, if other creatures are near, even in my sleep, I can sense it, otherwise I wouldn't dare to cross the forest alone." ”

Arthur couldn't help but sigh, "What a magical power!"

Gila sighed, "If I had a choice, I'd rather not have this kind of power." When my spellcasting ability was just awakened, I couldn't control it at all, and I could sense the mood changes of the people around me as long as I was close to me, and I could read their hearts when I touched me. Can you understand? A loved one touches your head lovingly, but in his heart he longs for you to die. That's a terrifying thing. ”

Arthur said: "I think I can understand that in such a big family, there are always a lot of masks, and the things behind the masks do seem a little heavy for a child!" Then Arthur changed his words and said: "But I think that any power has a price, and you are lucky enough compared to many people!"

Guira agreed, "You're right, I've been lucky enough, but for some reason, I can't feel your mood change at all!"

Arthur looked at the sky and said, "Probably I'm wearing a thicker mask!" But believe me, the mask is not only for deception, but also for self-protection, and sometimes deception is a kind of self-protection. If you can really sense everything about me, even if I don't mind, can you walk with me?"

Gila also looked at the sky, there was no moon tonight, only a few stars shining. After a long time, he said softly, "Friends should respect each other! Maybe one day, we can all take off our masks. ”

Arthur smiled, "We're already friends, Guira, but you can call me Arthur when no one is around." ”

Exegesis:

Warlock: A "person" who is born with the ability to cast spells. They don't rely on spell books, they don't have a mentor, they rely only on pure willpower. Some warlocks believe that they have dragon blood in their veins. This may be true, as everyone knows, dragons with powerful mana can become humans, or even fall in love with humans. Warlocks are often outstanding, with a touch of exoticism, perhaps due to their unique bloodline. However, it is really difficult to prove the truth of the claim of the so-called dragon blood, so it is either the warlock himself or used by the jealous to satirize.

Warlock's awakening has a lot of randomness, and it is possible for a Warlock to appear in any common race. But there are some recognized warlock bloodlines that circulate in the family that is at its core.

For warlocks, magic is an art.