"Don't feel good?" After leaving Li Ang's secret base, Don Quixote did not take Lomel directly back to the airship, but seemed to wander around the capital of Sambiya aimlessly.
Or because Lomel's royal bloodline is too pure, with blue hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin. Such a person walking on the street, anyone with a heart can be sure that she must be the sky.
Royal people.
And according to Lomel herself, her parents are brothers and sisters, so the purity of her bloodline can be imagined, so at this moment, the two of them are still wearing the wide cloak, which looks like two people from afar
There will not be too many adventurers who come to care too much.
"Something," Don Quixote responded after walking a while.
"Not like you," Lomel curled his lips, "in my impression, you are a person who never expresses your true thoughts on your face."
"People always have many masks," Don Quixote sighed, "I'm almost forgetting what the real person I am."
"What hatred do you have with that family? It's so far away?"
"Um~~" It seemed a little tired. Don Quixote just found a corner and sat down. He looked like a beggar. Although from this bright and beautiful cloak, no one dared to treat them as beggars.
The ground was not very clean, but Lomel was not confused, and sat next to Don Quixote, and the two of them stared blankly at the people coming and going streets.
“It happened a long time ago.”
"Is that true? Tell me, you have to know, I rarely see you have this kind of expression."
Don Quixote shook his head, "It's already confirmed that Li Ang is a subordinate of "Lantes"."
"Oh?" Seeing Don Quixote not wanting to say anything, Lomel just stretched out his hand and gently stroked his back, then asked curiously, "How are you sure?"
"Soul," Don Quixote shrugged. It was obvious that he could not tell the story of the Mirror of the Sky, so he used another excuse, "I am a mage who specializes in the spirit-type magic, so I am about humans
The soul is very sensitive. His soul structure is very similar to the person I killed before. It is mixed with the soul fragments of another person who does not belong to him. When the ancestor's soul was still alive, I
I have talked to him about this issue. I guess Li Ang’s power comes from that piece of soul fragment, which is the “Lantes” I have always wanted to kill.”
"Have you detected his soul?"
"No, it's just a feeling, but the accuracy is not much different from direct detection. You see people as humans, and my eyes look at people. If I want, I can only have my soul, and I'm not even prepared for me.
When he was thinking, I could still vaguely see his thoughts, but when I did not use spell blessings, I saw intermittently and even meaninglessly, but it was already very useful
.”
"Spying into other people's thoughts?" Saffman's hand that was touching Don Quixote couldn't help but froze there, and the smile under the cloak also solidified, "How... how did you spy into it?"
"I mainly use the brain fluctuations that occur when people think. Of course, it can also be called soul fluctuations. This fluctuation is different from psionic fluctuations. It carries a certain amount of useful information, and most magical ones
, Knight, I don’t have much understanding of this, so I can succeed secretly. And the higher the soul level, the smaller the soul fluctuation when she thinks, because the strength of the soul will make
This kind of fluctuation instinct is restrained." Speaking of this, Don Quixote turned his head and looked at Lomel and smiled in a low voice, "So... although not many, I still see a little of your thoughts...
”
"Puchi!" The calm woman was so calm that she could even choose to forget the incident from more than a thousand years ago. After hearing this, she turned red, especially her skin was white, so she said that
Hong gives people the feeling that the crabs are steamed. Of course, fortunately, she is wearing a cloak at this moment, which is also a fig leaf.
"What have you seen?"
"Ha," Don Quixote shook his head, and his expression of depression and indifference gradually disappeared, "Don't worry, I won't mind, that's understandable, after all, you have such a bad past
, and, as a soul mage, I can tell you that this type of brain repair is of great help to you completely bid farewell to the shadow of the past, and it can also be attributed to a kind of self-deception, but I like to call it spiritual victory
Law."
"Just," said Don Quixote, standing up and patted the dust on his butt with his hand, "The next time you beat me, you'll be fine with a whip. I don't like candles."
“….”
"Where are we going?" After Lomel, who followed Don Quixote again, was pierced by the secret in her heart, now she has wrapped her whole body tightly. Obviously, maybe
In the future, she will become more and more imagining some things in her sea of consciousness, but she will never be discovered by Don Quixote again.
"The Lord's Mansion," Don Quixote also returned to his usual dullness at this time. Obviously, after Lomel's joke, his mood improved a lot. "I have delayed some things for seven years, and it is time to solve them.
Just a moment.”
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The lord's mansion in Sambiya is said to be a mansion, but in fact, this building in the center of the main city of Sambiya can be comparable to a small town, which has a feeling of wine, ponds and meat forests. The reason why they did this is,
Most Gordons who do not have real power also know how many inhuman things they have done. If they don’t run around the world with guards, they may be killed by someone passing by, so they will still be squatted.
Be safer at home.
And in this small town, there is a place belonging to Alvin Gordon, the eldest grandson of Duke Mahler. In fact, when this guy was bitten off by Shirley and lost his ability as a man, he became even more powerful.
He is so perverted. After all, the reason for all this is because he has never been regarded as a slave to humans.
In a huge basement, lying naked, tied up, and hung with many slaves, men, women, and Alvin, who was deeply hurt and did not die because he knew very well, he would kill him.
Then she can't torture them anymore, such as the cat man from that time. His quick and neat self-destruction made him have no place to vent his anger. No matter how much he whipped the body, she couldn't feel it, so since then,
Although Alvin was playing with the slave more and more, he was very good at grasping the right measure. Only in this way could his painful lower body be satisfied, although there was already nothing there.
Just as Alvin was ravaging these slaves with his servants, no one noticed that there were two strangers standing in this room, for some reason, as if they were transparent.
The same, naturally, this is Don Quixote and Ji Shen Lomel.
"If Alvin could put the tricks he had come up with seriousness, he would probably be a talent," Lomel, who had witnessed the whole process for a long time, couldn't help but say.
, "But it seems he doesn't have this opportunity."
Don Quixote shrugged, "I won't kill him now. I've been enduring it for so many years. It doesn't matter if I let him be happy for a while..."
Whether playing with slaves or abuse and hard work, for Alvin, although it is an indispensable entertainment activity every day. But in fact, people's energy is limited. No matter how excited he is, he still has to eat and
Rest, it is obvious that Don Quixote and Lonmel are waiting for this opportunity. Finally, the dark sky in December came late, and the sky outside was already dark. Alvin's servant also reminded himself.
Of course, Alvin, who felt a little hungry, put down the whip in his hand and left the place with his group. As for the aftermath work, someone would naturally complete it for him.
"Let's go," After watching the live version training for so long, even Don Quixote felt a little nauseous. Obviously, most normal people would not be interested in these things.
In fact, even the rest of the Gordon family were very disgusted with this eldest son and grandson who seemed a little crazy. However, after he lost his male organs and was deprived of his inheritance, no one came to care about him.
This is the reason why he gives him some money and let him die.
"No need to look," Don Quixote saw Lonmel's eyes lingering on the slaves, and naturally knew what she was thinking, "It would be useless to change the fate of several people, their souls had collapsed,
Leaving here, dying faster....”
"Crazy~" Alvin, who was bathing in the bathroom, couldn't help but touch his crotch, then roared and hit the wall with his fists. It was obvious that even after so long, the man was still full of anger.
There is nowhere to vent, only murder and abuse can make him temporarily dissipate his anger.
"Hu~~" He breathed a long sigh and wiped his body dry and walked towards the bedroom. Since Alvin lost the organs below, he could not see anything else in his daily life.
From a man's psychological point of view, he can't stand others, nor do he want others to see him not. Of course, his life habits provide Don Quixote with a very good opportunity.
"Ding bell~" Alvin, who had just been lying on the bed for a while, seemed to vaguely hear a crisp bell sound. Before he could think about it carefully, he fell asleep. At this time, Don Quixote and Lomel showed up.
Don Quixote, holding a copper bell, walked to the bedside and took out the injection from the space ring. He didn't even bother to disinfect it. He directly stabbed Alvin's artery with one injection, and then extracted a tube of saliva.
All the objects were injected into his arteries, and then the soul-catching copper bell rang again, and Alvin's core consciousness was revealed to Don Quixote like a woman.
"Hungry to kill people, long for siren, so you will secretly follow behind after Duke Mahler goes out to sea, and then be discovered by him and take the main warship."
After saying this lightly, Don Quixote shook the copper bell again, closing his core consciousness, and at the same time he carefully glanced at Alvin's neck, and after confirming that the pinhole had healed itself,
Then Lomel left his bedroom with a surprised look on his face.
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"What kind of soul spell was that just now?" Lomel, who was held by Don Quixote, soared in the sky again, but the difference was that this time it was night, and it was pitch black all around.
"I created my own detection spells specifically for other soul-type mages. Even if the other party is a domain mage, I don't expect to make any discoveries, because it is himself who modified his soul, not the psychic energy of foreign invasion.
..”
Late at night, especially in this incredible place, besides the whistling wind, it was so quiet that it made people feel uneasy. After returning to the airship, Don Quixote gently put Lomel down
Of course, this time she didn't stare blankly again. After all, she was moved by this thing, and it would be very touching to come occasionally, but when she came often, she became numb.
However, looking at Don Quixote who had already walked inside, Lomel couldn't help but ask, "That... Don Quixote, you really see everything, what's the fantasy about me?" (Unfinished
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