When Don Quixote was still alive on Earth, he once read a magazine. Of course, he could not remember what magazine it was, but he still remembered a story he told, especially if he liked it.
After getting the soul-type spell, I felt that many times, because people on earth could not directly control their souls, they tried to get close to another person's inner self through various external manifestations. Although there was no Feilun world who directly used spells to invade another.
The human soul world comes directly, but it has another advantage, that is, it is low-key and unpredictable.
The story tells how to bring the relationship between two people closer in conversation, or even get the other person's like. Of course, the like here is not a love between men and women, but a kind of friendship, or favorability.
The same thing, for example, gives people a good feeling like you are, is to listen to two words.
No matter which world it is, everyone has their own unique way of thinking, their own outlook on life, world outlook, values, and beliefs. Even under the same educational model, as long as they are not brainwashed, they don’t even know how to be independent.
Thinking, everyone is different, and humans have a nature that the name is right.
That is, a self-centered subjective consciousness. In most cases, humans are unwilling to change themselves by other people's opinions, and have a desire to change others' ideas. It has been proved by scientists on the earth that the latter is
When it becomes reality, the teller will feel subconsciously, that is, this person seems to be on the same front as me, and I will have something to talk to him. In this way, the relationship between the two people will be inexplicably
Pull in a lot.
And the most natural and unpretentious way to give people the same way as you and me is to listen. Even if your mouth is stupid, it doesn't matter, just look at his eyes with a smile and look full of interest
, is the best way.
For example, Don Quixote, in fact, from midnight yesterday to the sun had risen, he had been listening, which inadvertently gave Saffman a feeling that he was an alliance, in Saffman's own words. Some things,
She really seemed to be about to forget, but as long as she looked at Don Quixote's sincere and serious look, she would remember it again as she said that she thought she could live a relatively good life because she was chosen by the nobles with joy.
In the end, I found that for some reason, this nobleman was no longer useful. Obviously, such people who like women but cannot have sex easily become a pervert, so all kinds of things can be imagined.
.Imaginable things happened to her.
Moreover, something incredible to Don Quixote, Saffman's confession was unreserved. He did not care about his own face at all, did not care about his own self-esteem as a woman, as a strong man, as if he was pouring beans on a bamboo tube, just like that nobleman
In addition to using tools to abuse their female slaves, she likes to see a group of men who ravage a woman. Sometimes she even finds tentacle monsters to cheer up. It can be imagined that the strong man in front of her who can control the world was once been brought to life by countless men.
The scene of ravage, for a mage of the realm, was definitely a nightmare in a nightmare. Even anyone who knew about this would definitely kill him, but at this moment she told Don Quixote
.
"Crack," Don Quixote shook his neck, "It's really a painful past. How long did this day last before you escape?"
"I don't know," Saffman, who was still sitting on the sofa, told stories for almost a night, and had a few cups of coffee, was already lying on the sofa, his eyes were blankly on the ceiling.
From the beginning of unwillingness to the madness in the middle, I finally calmed down, as if I was talking about something that had nothing to do with me, "To be honest, I don't know how long it took to be in that underground castle
, I and those sisters who are female slaves have no so-called concept of time at all."
"As for escaping, I didn't escape, and I couldn't have the chance. Of course, you may not believe it even if you say it. Maybe I have the same kind of claustrophobia as you mentioned.
I remember, "Safman put his hands under his head to make himself more comfortable. "When we female slaves gradually forget that we are still human beings, we are too lazy to resist, I still remember that nobleman scolding us
It was a group of dead fish, so he lost interest in us, but he did not let us go, nor did he kill us directly, but locked all our female slaves in an iron black room, that is,
Of course, the one you imitated before is not very similar except for the oil lamp on the top."
"No water, no food, and we have been tortured for so many years, but we don't even have the strength to commit suicide. Compared to the way they seem to have appointed, I feel more and more unwilling to accept it. I have the urge to kill people,
Then for some reason, I found that I seemed to be able to control the iron houses around me, as if they were part of my body, allowing me to change at will, and make any shape I wanted to do, but unfortunately, with the present
My knowledge explains that I have too little spiritual energy, and it won’t take long to get exhausted. Later... Later..." Speaking of this, Saffman seemed to be unable to continue talking.
, not because he dared not recall, but because he could not say it, "Do you really want to listen?"
"Ding bell~" Don Quixote did not speak, but waved his hand to condense the soul-catching copper bell. With the clear sound of the bell, Saffman felt that his soul had some strangeness with the soul of the mage opposite.
The connection is like this man bringing herself back to the most painful memory in her life...
There was nothing but the vent in the dark iron house, feces and urine, mixed together, exuding a disgusting smell, while a girl who looked about twenty years old was holding onto another girl's wrist
, sucking her blood in big mouthfuls, drinking and crying, while the girl who was sucked in blood smiled, saying in words that she could almost hear clearly, "I'm full, Carlo
Son, promise me. If you can go out, you cannot kill people casually except for avenging us. You must live happily with our part..."
Although the lights in the iron house were dim, you could still see the girl who was sucked with blood pale. Obviously, this was a sign of excessive blood loss. Soon, not long after she finished saying this, she was completely alone.
It fell down thump.
At this time, except for Saffman, who was kneeling and still sucking blood madly, or Carol, there was no one living in the dark room that was neither big nor small. Of course, the last one was her
The girl who sucked blood was on the verge of death. Her long-term imprisonment had destroyed her body and had not eaten for many days. It was impossible for her to survive.
Carlo's secretly left the metal house was playing with the metal as her body, and perhaps because he suddenly gained such powerful ability to develop her brain and enhance her wisdom.
She was still a girl at that time, instead of running around yelling, she slaughtered silently. From the beginning, she controlled the metal to kill the guards from the outside, and slowly even could penetrate the metal into their bodies.
Destroy from the inside, of course, the nobleman died in Carol's hands. He and those who played with her were chopped into a pile of meat sauce by countless rotating metal knives. The real meat sauce
....
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"The goddess of Mithra is on," Carol breathed a long sigh and said it all. I really felt relaxed like I had never felt before. "Incredible, this secret has been buried in my heart for almost two.
It's been a hundred years..."
Don Quixote stretched hard, "I want to... I've been holding it in for a night."
"Ha," Carol stood up, and her wide robe was also unique. "I'll take you there. After you said that, I'm a little drunk with so much coffee..."
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"No," Don Quixote, who was draining happily, was stunned when he looked at the huge bathroom that was simply invisible. "It seems that your claustrophobia is really serious.
Arrive... um~ um~" A shivering interrupted Don Quixote's words...
"Where are you?" Carol, who was outside the bathroom, asked curiously, "A fair deal, I want to know your past."
"Is my past?" Don Quixote, who had washed his hands, walked out of the bathroom. "Compared with you, I feel that I am already very lucky. At least at that time, I have not been sold to the Chamber of Commerce...
”
"How did you escape in the end?"
"Didn't escape," Don Quixote seemed to miss the day when he first came to Faren, "although I used the alchemy my father gave me and the alchemy I secretly learned from the old man.
The chamber of commerce burned all of them, but they were killed in the end."
"Kill?"
"As you can see, I am a lich now, but unlike ordinary lichs, I have a spell that can be attached to **. Of course, only two people in the entire Feren world know this spell."
"Why tell me?" A trace of surprise flashed in Carol's eyes again. Obviously, if Don Quixote didn't say it, I'm afraid he wouldn't think he was a lich. Then assume that he had a conflict with him.
He was because he was really dead, but in fact he had formed a powerful enemy, immortality, so if it were her, it would be impossible for her to tell such an important secret.
"Why?" Don Quixote grabbed his hair, "In order to completely win your trust, there should be some things to use for you in the future."
"Ha," Carol's laughter echoed in the lobby on the first floor of the Mage Tower, "To be honest, you are such a damn soul wizard, but I have to say that you succeeded."
"What are you going to do?" Looking at Don Quixote who opened his arms, Carol couldn't help but take a few steps back. "No, don't even think about it, I don't want to stand here like a statue for a few hours."
"Believe me, daring to face up to this psychological problem is the best solution, otherwise you will be trapped in the past for the rest of your life and can't extricate yourself."
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"Damn the soul mage," Carol, who seemed to be hugging the air, stood there again like a statue. Of course, Don Quixote had left the mage tower at this time, "but... the past will eventually pass.
..Is that prophecy related to him? The strange guy... "
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"Boy, congratulations, I successfully deceived another woman."
Don Quixote, with a tired face, curled his lips disdainfully, "It is obvious that the topic of cleanness changes when it comes to your mouth. It is worthy of being a dragon clan, and his nature... Hum... This kind of woman is like Lomel
Likewise, there will never be love in this life. I guess she will feel disgusted when she sees a male sex, and it is already the limit to be able to break through her psychological defense and become her friend."
"What's the point of her? It's worth your effort?"
"What's the use? I think she should be a very important role in the Sixth Ring Road Organization in the future..."
"But senior, what is her situation? She is obviously just an ordinary person, but she seems to be able to use the rules of the big world directly. From manipulating iron to controlling gravity now, I guess she can become a wizard of the realm and have this ability.
It's a big deal."
"Excellent talent," Xia Ya Donghai said lightly, "It should be a bloodline power. Any early creature in the world is extremely powerful. They incorporate some of the rules into their own bloodlines and pass them on to their descendants.
There is nothing strange to be strange about."
"So that's it..." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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