He had seen a similar carriage and similar people last time, but he didn't have time to pursue it at the time, and he couldn't find it again later.
On normal days, Edward might not have noticed this ordinary carriage, but now, the slight pain in his head made him concentrate a little. No, or rather, it was the inexplicable vigilance that made him do this.
But no matter what, he narrowed his eyes and saw the shadow of the carriage, watching it slowly stop in front of a poetry book store called Song of the Spear on the corner of the street.
The young man who stepped out of the car wore a satin robe decorated with spider silk, hunting trousers, and high-waisted boots. This was a fashionable dress style for the Tuminis nobles a few years ago, but it has become somewhat outdated recently.
A small, semi-old family crest and an old servant beside him indicate that he is a descendant of a certain minor noble.
Such young people are too common in Romandy. But for Edward, he is indeed different.
The change in clothing almost completely changed his appearance. His face was even lightly covered with white powder, the favorite of noble children, and his hairstyle was meticulously combed. However, the outline of the facial features on that face - even if it was just a profile.
Edward would never mistake this friend who had been following him around since childhood.
Besides, the separation didn't last long.
"James!" He said, his voice was not loud, and the power of psychic energy gathered and transmitted it, ensuring that it sounded in his ears.
Immediately, Edward frowned deeply...
The body of the young man in the distance visibly stiffened, but he did not stop. When he wanted to stop, the housekeeper beside him slightly grabbed his arm, and then the two of them walked into the building together.
Storefront.
Weird reaction.
He threw a gold coin on the table, stood up slowly, and walked in the direction of the carriage.
This incident seems a bit surprising. After all, James should be in his hometown now, working hard for his goal of becoming the first lord of Xifengyi. How could he appear in a place like this? But things in the world are always full of twists and turns like third-rate novels.
And bizarre. He himself is an extreme example of something created by strange encounters, so even if James really appears in such a place, it doesn't feel particularly outrageous.
Anyway, it’s easy to confirm.
This store called Song of the Spear, although slightly larger, has the same layout as the surrounding bookstores. The magic lights emit a warm yellow light. The illuminated simple shelves are lined with beautifully decorated books.
The books and scrolls gave these newly made gadgets a sense of historical vicissitudes; the smell of tanned leather filled the surroundings, and it was quite indifferent to be among them.
However, in the small room, there was only a young clerk standing behind the counter. He nodded attentively to Edward.
"Where are the customers just now?" Edward frowned. He confirmed that there was only one door leading to the back of the store, and also noticed the brown robe on this young man.
"Just now? I'm sorry, Master Mage. No one came in just now. Did you...did you see the wrong store?" The man who seemed to be a mage apprentice bowed respectfully and showed off his eloquence deftly: "The book business is not very good.
Xingxing, and you are the first guest today, but this is also an arrangement of the goddess of fate. So, if you have something you like, I can give you a half discount."
However, this kid's eyes were darting around, and he obviously couldn't hide anything in front of discerning people. What's more, lying to a psychic was simply a sign of weakness.
"Don't try to deceive me. I'm talking about the young man dressed as an aristocrat and the old butler."…
"Well..." the clerk's eyes suddenly shrank: "I'm sorry. I just said you made a mistake... Mr. Master, that is the residence of our clerk. You don't need to..."
he shouted, trying to stop the stranger, but his screams were meaningless, as the latter had already jumped over the counter and raised the curtain.
Empty.
It was indeed a small room, with only some simple furniture. The narrow room was flat on all sides, and there was no passage except for a window lattice the size of a human head.
"Look, I told you, no one has come in here... Guest, in fact, our books are not inferior to any store on this street, or even better. Look at this
Rubbings of spell inscriptions found in ancient ruins. If you are interested in ancient legends, you will definitely want to buy one and study it carefully..."
A poor cover-up... Edward stared at him, the silver halo in his eyes flickering.
The manifestation in this situation made his headache worse, but now was not the time to worry about that. This guy obviously knew something, and he was mentally defenseless. It shouldn't be difficult to find out the information.
However, at this moment, a voice sounded at the door, preventing him from manifesting his powers. "Well, what a chance encounter, Mr. Edward?" The owner of the voice slowly walked into the room, and a layer of magic barrier was invisible.
: "Are you also interested in these manuscripts?"
This layer of magic protection is something used for defense in this store. It seems to be automatically deployed because it senses the arrival of some threatening existence - that person is standing at the door, raising his hand slightly, showing a kind smile.
meaning.
Edward raised his eyebrows.
He seemed to have seen this guy before... where was he?
The bridge of the nose is neither high nor low, the eyes are neither big nor small, the face is neither fat nor thin... The gray eyes are so ordinary that they cannot be more ordinary, making it difficult for people to have any deep impression... Well, it is in the magic tower
.The psychics thought of this humble but high-status person, even though he had taken off his conspicuous red robe and changed into a generous and well-fitting aristocratic costume.
"Your Excellency, Vice President." Edward bowed slightly.
"If I'm not in the academy, don't worry about those insignificant identities. In fact, I was once the apprentice of Master Albert, so we might as well talk about friendship between the former and the junior." This high-level mage
Edward smiled, but something moved in his heart. The title of vice president did not represent the name of the college.
The number two figure is just the deputy of a certain magic tower owner. But he is also a figure who has touched the door of truth, and is only one step away from being called a magician. Such a person, no matter how peaceful and indifferent, is not
It is possible to put down one's dignity and discuss friendship with an apprentice, even if it is the master's apprentice.
Everything a mage does is dedicated to magic. Learning magic, controlling magic, and creating magic. The only thing that matters is magic.
"Sir Edward, do you like poetry?" The vice-dean smiled and said: "I like it very much. It is the key to unlocking the soul. It is the fabric that wipes the soul. Magic can lead people to explore the secrets of the world, but poetry can
It gives people a haven of peace of mind.”
"Um...ah, um, I'm sorry. I just wanted to find some information about magic." Edward lowered his gaze to hide his rolling eyes - it seems that magicians are really not something that ordinary people can be.
,No, it should be said that after studying this kind of strange power and chaos for decades alone, I am afraid that even the smartest people will become more or less abnormal.
"The battle of the intersection of undercurrents?" "The coming of the gods?" "Or is it an older creation myth?"
"Well. I'm sorry. I just wanted to...well, look for something about, oh, this is about the Underdark. However, it doesn't seem to be available here, so...hehe. Well, I'm sorry. Mr. Vice-President
," The Vice-President seemed not to want to stop communicating with Edward at all. So, the psychic had no choice but to say a few perfunctory words, then walked to the door, bowed and left...
Anyway, if the monk can escape, he cannot escape from the temple, so we might as well interrogate the insider later.
With this thought in mind, as he walked out of the store, Edward was startled again - the ordinary carriage at the door had also disappeared.
I have to say that this subtle and wonderful weirdness made Edward a little curious.
Is it some deeply hidden secret, or some kind of mental allergy on my part?
Are you homesick? But speaking of it, I have only left there for two months. Everything is still vivid in my mind, and there is nothing worth missing... The so-called peace of mind is my hometown. However, in this world,
I'm afraid there is no place where his heart can settle down.
laugh!
A sharp voice.
The body of the psychic warlock suddenly tensed up! A flickering fire was reflected in the shrunken pupils!
Self-hypnosis violently slows down the time of consciousness to the limit! Then, the fire light turns into flickering traces! That is the magic protection, the activated barrier, the light fire that is being cut and bursting out, and the huge power is coming from there.
Pressing down on the broken energy shield, the metal's sharp light surged toward his neck, already cutting through his neck, pointing in the direction of the upper artery!
A critical moment.
Edward's body flew backwards, and at the same time he turned his head sharply! The metal light fire turned into a blade, fiercely cutting through the air between his neck! Before the sharp blade could slash across his neck again, Edward, the target, had already rolled over and dodged.
Pass the subsequent danger!
When he slowly raised his body, Edward's whole body felt tense. His heart felt cold, and he stretched out his hand to cover his neck, as if the cold tip of the sword was resting inside.
The surprise attack came too fast and too suddenly. If it weren't for the burst of magic that made him slightly alert, his neck might have been pierced - this is not something ordinary people can achieve.
, without the slightest arcane fluctuation, being in an empty place, yet being attacked like this...
The eyes of his mind shone brightly, allowing him to capture the fleeting figure behind him. And the next attack had already arrived, with three short arrows approaching silently, pointing directly at his neck and face...
Only when it reaches an extremely close distance does a terrifying sharp sound break through the air, which cannot be distorted by the magic barrier!
Fortunately, this was much simpler than a sneak attack. Edward's figure flickered, and the arrow passed through his body. No, it passed through the afterimage left by the time jump. At the same time, a dazzling colorful light burst out.
Open up and wrap everything around you.
This time jump with increased power only threw the manifester forward for less than a second, just appearing in a flash of light after the arrow.
But the next moment, the air seemed to be filled with a heavy and strange grease. Then something became sticky, heavy and slow.
It's not the air... It was his mind that changed, and it was his spirit that was affected! The psychic arbitrary door he had just prepared slowed down a bit because of this change, and then it disappeared from his mind.
Gone!
Edward's surprise was truly extraordinary.
But the nerves he had trained over the years and the power of self-hypnosis made his reactions extremely sharp, and he could not show his power. He had already turned over and rolled back to get rid of the long knife, and the sharp wind of the knife blew from in front of him.
Passed by, bringing with it a gleaming fire and lightning!
"It's energy suppression! Your manifestation will cost more power points. Don't manifest level four powers!"
The voice of the Spirit Crystal Servant echoed in his ears, while Edward narrowed his eyes and stared at the somewhat familiar face in front of him.
A woman's face.
"Go to hell, you must die, for Alphonse..."
The thoughts of the other person coming from his mind made his heart move slightly...
The person who killed the man in red robe was not him at all. To be precise, that battle from beginning to end was just a battle for the royal power itself. In order to select a more suitable holder, during this, it
The kid in red robe was eliminated and Edward was chosen, that's all.
But Edward knew that he could no longer expect the people in front of him to listen to his explanation.
Her appearance seemed to be very different from what he remembered - no, in fact, Edward didn't have a deep memory about her face. The only illusion was her eyes.
Thin bloodshot eyes rendered the place a little scarlet, and the pupils were constricted, like flickering and burning ominous flames... It didn't look like a human being, but it reminded the psychic of his first few hunts, when he hunted down the cornered animal.
Wolf.
But the wolf just stared at him and then turned around.
The difference between attack and escape was only a few blinks of an eye. But the enemy did not hesitate at all. He ran away with the same determination as when he was chasing him. This requires not only judgment, but also decision-making.
You were already at the peak of victory, but suddenly found that you had to accept defeat. This kind of mentality is not something that ordinary people can easily accept. Generally speaking, no matter how small the possibility is, people may not be able to help but take a gamble and try it.
Let’s see if she can save her. But this woman didn’t try to save her like ordinary people. It can even be said that his chance of saving her was not very small, but he was still able to use the most rational judgment to decide his actions.
Edward chased after him! At the same time, he gathered his energy and prepared to show a painful memory!
This opponent is terrifying and annoying. If she is allowed to leave again, he will definitely fall into trouble or even be in danger of death.
In the previous battle, he had let her go because he was confused about the royal power, and now he had to bear the consequences... But it was enough for such a thing to happen once, and it would be simply stupid to let her go anymore!
He endured the severe pain in his head and completed the manifestation of his energy as quickly as possible.
But in an instant, a violent flash suddenly lit up in front of his eyes! The terrible light pierced his eyes, and the severe pain made Edward couldn't help but flash back!
"I'm the best!"
The psychic couldn't help but curse! Although this spell was not advanced, the timing was used extremely delicately. It just blocked the timing of manifesting his power. With the difference of one breath, he could only watch the slender figure flicker and disappear.
In a silver light and shadow!
…
…
It failed, but it doesn't matter. If you want to kill him, you still have a chance. His strength is not very strong.
He will die. He must die.
Only death can pay for his sins, only death can let Elphonse's soul rest in peace, only death... let his soul return to the gray realm, no, completely squeeze and crush it, so that he cannot go to the multiverse.
anywhere.
Like a whisper, the woman's figure passed through a blur of light and shadow, got into a small corner, stopped in a shadow, and lowered her breath.
Everything around her became fast again, and the subtle noises disappeared. She was still hiding, guiding the dizziness caused by strenuous exercise and being attacked by enemies to completely disappear, and the soreness and numbness in her body also dissipated.
After walking out of the wooden board where he was hiding, he stood in a small open space, surrounded by collapsed buildings. The moldy air of disrepair filled the surrounding area. It was quiet and dilapidated, but it should be considered safe.
No.
The next moment, the woman's figure bounced up like a bow, and the long knife in her hand was raised, pointing at the figure that was almost close at hand!
"Oh, it turns out to be a beautiful lady. What a surprise."….
That figure stood quietly in the deserted courtyard, as if it had been there a long time ago: "Put that thing away, a lady shouldn't wave it around with it, it's too inelegant.
What's more, how about treating the benefactor who just saved your life?"
"Who are you?" Her voice was low, hoarse and sharp.
In fact, no matter who he is, he is equally dangerous... This man dressed as an ordinary nobleman is surrounded by almost visible fluctuations of magic power, which makes the woman tense up every nerve, but she is unable to muster the slightest desire to attack.
——That is an absolute pressure. That
The figure stood quietly in the deserted courtyard, as if it had been there a long time ago: "Put that thing away, a lady shouldn't wave it around, it's too inelegant. More
What's more, how about treating the benefactor who just saved your life?"
"Who are you?" Her voice was low, hoarse and sharp.
In fact, no matter who he is, he is equally dangerous... This man dressed as an ordinary nobleman is surrounded by almost visible fluctuations of magic power, which makes the woman tense up every nerve, but she is unable to muster the slightest desire to attack.
——That is an absolute coercion.
If you attack him, you will be counterattacked...and if you withstand the counterattack, the only result will be...death!
But I can't die yet.
The woman tightened her body and gathered the last bit of spiritual energy. The attack just now consumed so much of her strength that she couldn't even gather the spiritual energy points to manifest a dimensional gate.
"It's not black clothes, and this kind of long knife is not like what people in the Black Alliance like to use. What's more, your beautiful skills are far beyond those of those rats... Okay, this lady
, No matter what you are talking about, does that guy named ** Dehua have any hatred against you?" The man smiled slightly, his face could not be ordinary, but it seemed to be full of charm in an instant: "I am interested,
That's all. But, depending on your answer, I think we might be able to become friends."
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