Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One The Second Delusion
Whether it is Don Quixote or Lonmel, the strength of the body has reached a level, so even if the night wind blows on the deck of this airship that is more than 10,000 meters high, you won't feel any discomfort. Don Quixo
De held a bottle of highly distilled liquor in his hand and drank a few sips from time to time. "What a pity, people like you can never feel the feeling of drinking to relieve their sorrows."
"I'm sick like this?" Lomel, who was leaning on the railing, took a sip with a grievance. Although she could feel the intensity of the wine, when she swallowed it, the energy in her body was in danger.
It will instinctively purify this unknown fluid that can paralyze nerves and numb the brain.
"That's right, using the special language of our soul mages to describe it is "middle-second paranoia"," Of course, this word is just a random fabrication by Don Quixote, whether it is the system of the Oman language or the British language
There is no word "middle-second" in the system...
Of course, after hearing this transliterated word for the first time, Lomel also looked suspicious, "I can understand paranoia, what does "middle school" mean?"
"Second second," Don Quixote naturally could not tell her the true meaning of Second second. Even if he said it, Lomel would not understand it. Thinking of this, he coughed twice seriously, "It means that it means that
When you have experienced something, such as today when I flew from the airship to the ground with my arms, this thing coincides with what happened in your memory, that is, many, many years ago, mine
The teacher has done this to you, and used the professional terms of our soul-based spells to explain it as "forced memories of stress surnames."
"And because in fact, whether you love or hate for so many years, from the bottom of your heart, you can't forget my teacher, Alsace, this mentality is like... The most important one in the Erman Empire
The famous Rhine River next to the Sea of Moon is wide and turbulent. Such a big river was cut into pieces by a wall falling from the sky. Then the final result will be that the upstream river will continue to rise. Normally
I will say that your mentality will sooner or later be like that river. When the wall cannot hold on, a shocking flood will break out."
"But you have to be glad that you have a wife who truly loves you, Ms. Angela. I guess maybe it's her love that makes you keep wandering between collapse and normality, and when you meet me, this is no matter
When people who are very similar to my teacher in terms of identity or style, they will naturally and unnaturally think of many scenes. Some of them will vent and beat me, and some will be some...
Ahem...thing is, although you think the person you fantasize is me, but in fact I am just the shadow of my teacher. What you really fantasize about is my teacher. Together, it is "second-second paranoia"."
"Unheard of, gulp, gulp," Lomel drank the white wine in the bottle without any hesitation, "but it seems to make sense. This uncontrolled imagination often appears. What will it affect me?
?”
"Maybe for others, but for you, it's like constantly digging holes in that wall, allowing the water upstream to flow slowly, as long as you don't vent your delusions in reality.
There are only benefits and no harm for me. Of course, the most important thing is that you must remember that not forgetting the past does not mean missing back to the past. The person who loves you the most is now by your pillow.
What kind of choice can prevent myself from regretting it? I don’t think I need to teach you.”
"Um~~Huh~" Lomel, who had been sleepy with the fantasy these days, seemed to have a sudden realization, and even felt that she was much more relaxed. She had been changed by her own mind, or
It was troubled by the evil side of my surname that awakened again, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Don Quixote raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Go to find Ms. Angela, she has been worried about you recently."
"Okay," after a big hug, Lomel strided away from the deck, leaving only Don Quixote, who was still sitting on the railing.
"Boy, I've found out. When you lie, it's exactly the same as when you tell the truth." Sure enough, Xia Ya Donghai, the man who would die without complaining, jumped out again, "But this time, I can do it.
You must be lying, because her disease is because the good relationship between Hongmeng purple qi affects her soul, and her favorability for you breaks through the limits of ordinary friends, but due to face and her wife, she can only be
It’s just a fantasy in the sea of consciousness. What kind of paranoia in the middle of the second, this woman really believes in it...haha."
"Sometimes, a lie of kindness is true," Don Quixote, sighing, carefully put away several empty bottles on the deck. If this thing falls, it will definitely smash a person into a meat pie.
The power of the fragment is comparable to a bomb. He doesn't want to create such meaningless killing. "And senior, I have discovered a problem over the years. It seems that the higher the level of soul, the power of my so-called good fate.
The bigger they are, the more likely they will ignore my threat. Just like you, now you are brothers to me, I am afraid that you will not believe this by yourself after more than a thousand years ago."
"Forehead...."
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"Good look," In the early morning, Ronmel, wearing a large pajamas and some kind of furry slippers, squatting on the deck without any hesitation, brushing his teeth, and toothpaste foam mixed with water along the deck
The edges were dripping toward the airship. Obviously, not everyone could enjoy the things like brushing their teeth at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters.
"It's OK," said Lomel, who was shouting bubbles, with some difficulty speaking, "You're getting up very early, too."
Don Quixote, who was sitting at a small table drinking coffee and eating bread, shrugged, "I also like the scenery here. It's very good. It's much better than living on a ground full of people."
"Thank you," Lomel, who had no morals, spitted the water from his mouth directly under the airship, regardless of whether anyone would be dripping from her saliva early in the morning, "I have told my wife that I have already told her that she has been in the airship.
She asked me to thank you."
"You're welcome," Don Quixote stood up and stretched out his hand to Lonmer, who was squatting there, "Go back, even if you are the King of Eternal Knights, there is no need to blow the cold wind here early in the morning.
Change your clothes, go to the conference room, talk about Sky City and Sky Armor. I have never asked about it before because of my trust in you, but now it is time for me to understand this
It's big guy."
"Ha," Lomel wiped his wet hands sticking to toothpaste and then grabbed Don Quixote's hands and stood up, "Then you have to wait a moment, I haven't washed my face yet."
“….”
Originally, Don Quixote thought he might have waited for a long time. After all, it would take a long time for a woman to dress herself up even if she didn't like men. As a result, in just a few minutes, Lomel was still wearing that pajama and stepped on it.
She came to the conference room with those furry slippers, and the water on her sideburns proved that she obviously didn't want Don Quixote to wait for too long.
After sitting opposite Don Quixote, Lomel did not throw his feet directly on the coffee table without any scruples as before, but instead covered his legs with his nightgown with a reserved nightgown.
Yesterday, Do Quixote said it intentionally or unintentionally, and after seeing that he often fantasizes about certain things in his mind, Lomel found that he could no longer be casual in front of him.
He would have an inexplicable embarrassment, and Don Quixote was very welcome. After all, a woman who could watch but could not eat always teases you intentionally or unintentionally, as a man, he endured it very hard.
After all, Don Quixote is still a guy whose emotions are more than reason. If this woman had nothing to do with his teacher, he wouldn't want to cuckold his teacher, maybe he would have had extramarital affairs with her several times occasionally.
A man who married a woman and a woman who married a woman was indeed an extramarital affair...
"Hu~~" After taking a sip of the coffee that Don Quixote prepared for her, Lomel said lightly, "The City of Sky was built before I unified the Three Kingdoms in the North, and the information about it outside is limited to this huge
The mage tower floating in the air not only has strong defense, but also gives even ordinary people the power to compete head-on with the Knight King."
"Can you compete head-on with the Knight King, that is, the power system of that guy called the Sky Knight does not belong to the Knight lineage?"
"Well," Lomel nodded, "You can understand it as a small sky city with defensive attack power comparable to the Knight King, but the disadvantage is that the power of the Sky Knight will be used continuously
Reduce. Although the level of power will not decrease, the total power contained is constant. Even if you don’t fight, the power of the Sky Knight will gradually decrease with the passage of time."
"Where did you find such a strong mage to create such a mage tower for you, and even the final right to use is left to you?"
"Ha, it can't be designed by me myself? Bang!" Lomel gently placed the coffee cup on the table, and his light blue eyes glared at Don Quixote fiercely, "What are you that
Eyes?"
"Okay~ OK," finally Lommel was defeated under Don Quixote's gaze full of jokes and contempt. "It would be good luck for me to build this sky city, or because of me
I was in a good mood at that time.”
"I remember that at that time, I seemed to have known your teacher and had the intention to unify the northern part. After all, compared with the other two countries, our Erman Empire has a magic patterned chariot and me, a high-level knight
Wang, it occupies a huge stake in any aspect."
"Pick the key points."
"......, you are so annoying," Lomel used to the surname raised his legs, which is commonly known as cross-legged on the earth. "Anyway, a strange guy found me, and it looked like there were a few.
When I was ten years old, I just issued an order to recruit folk alchemists, otherwise I might not have the chance to see him.”
"He told me that as long as I provide him with enough money and alchemy materials, he could build an unprecedented and strongest mage tower in the world for me, and he could also mass-create the Knight King."
"Did you believe it?"
Lomel gave Don Quixote a blank look, "Will you believe it?"
Don Quixote shook his head, "I would think he was crazy."
"Yes, I am the same. I am the Knight King myself, so I naturally know how difficult it is to reach this state. Even if I value alchemy, I would not believe such a ridiculous word, so I had already planned to do it at that time.
He asked the guard to blow him out, but he actually took out a knife, cut off one of his fingers, and then shouted at me, giving him a chance."
"He is also a man of O'erman, he is cruel to others and even more cruel to himself!"
"Well," Lomel nodded, "I remember his name is Trass, I can't remember what his surname is. After all, that guy has died long ago and there is no dust left, so I gave him one
After the opportunity, I realized that I had really found a treasure. If he was discovered by the kings of two other countries, then there would be no today's Imperial Empire, and I could even live.
Today is all a problem.”
"Well~ Pay attention to your quality, let Ms. Angela hear it, I guess you will be scolded again."