It was already late at night, he was the only one on the road, and darkness and thick fog always accompanied him, giving him a sense of crisis out of thin air.
"Is anyone there?" Mistongo asked again.
The burly figure gradually approached and stopped four or five meters in front of Mistonge.
There was a man wearing a black cloak, his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood and could not be seen clearly, but judging from the heavy breathing and footsteps, he should be a living person.
Mistonge, a medical student, is still holding his breath.
In fact, judging from his experience, neither the living nor the dead will cause him much reaction. However, in this huge city, there are countless weird rumors, and the protagonists in them are not all human beings.
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"Are you lost?" Mistonge asked, controlling the distance between him and the other party.
The cloaked figure did not speak, but took a step forward.
This sudden move made Mistongo tremble uncontrollably, and then he took a step back, keeping his distance from the other party.
Seemingly seeing Mistongo's reaction, the man in the cloak stopped, turned down his hood, and leaned under the gas lamp nearby.
A face that had been exposed to wind and sun was revealed, but it didn't have any impressive features. The only thing that made people care about it might be the black eyepatch that blocked the right eye.
After Mistongo discovered that the other party was a human, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you need help?"
The man wearing an eye patch looked around and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Do you know where the Hunter Bar is?"
Mistongo shook his head, thought about it, and said, "I don't know, but you can go to the Central District or East Second District to look for it. I heard that there are more bars there."
The man with the eyepatch nodded and took a step forward, "Then do you know where Golmlin Palace is?"
"Sir, are you from out of town?" Mistongo asked.
"Of course, but how did you tell?"
"Everyone in Faerûn knows the location of the Gormlin Palace. It is the largest palace of the royal Palestine family. I heard that the diplomatic banquet to be held recently will be held there."
"That's right," the man with the eyepatch quietly took another step forward, "then can you tell me how to get there?"
"It's easy to find on the north side of the central area."
Mistongo pointed in a direction in the darkness, turned around, and suddenly found that the other person was only an arm's length away from him.
A suffocating sense of oppression came from the opponent's burly figure, and Mistongo found himself starting to tremble uncontrollably.
Just when his spirit was stretched to the limit, he suddenly heard a scream coming from behind him.
It was a scalp-numbing scream, and Mistongo had to cover his ears with both hands to reduce the damage to his eardrums.
The scene in front of me started to beat, my ears were under great pressure, and my teeth seemed to be biting sand.
The scream quickly disappeared, and the abnormalities that appeared on him also receded. When Mistongo opened his eyes again, he found a familiar figure slowly walking towards him.
"Ms. Mayolu? Why are you here?" Mistonge was surprised.
The scream just now was made by Ms. Mayolu? Impossible, how could a human throat make such a sound?
Meolo was wearing a pure white waist-length dress with lace decorations on the cuffs and skirt. A pearl necklace hung around her neck, shining brightly under the light.
I don't know whether he was frightened by this outfit or surprised by Mayolu's momentum. The man wearing the eyepatch subconsciously took a few steps back and kept a sufficient distance from Mistongo.
Mayolu ignored Mistongo, walked straight past him, came to the position between Mistongo and the man, raised his head slightly, and looked at the man wearing an eyepatch, his face seemed to be covered with frost.
"I just want to ask for directions," the man wearing the eyepatch obviously felt the pressure, and his voice began to sound unnatural, "Aren't the people in Faerûn very friendly?"
"Over there." There was no warmth in Mayolu's voice.
The man nodded, thanked him, put on his hood, followed the direction indicated by Mayo Road, and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.
There was silence all around, except for the occasional sound of water flowing.
"Um...Ms. Mayolu, how do you..."
"Xiao Mi Si, go back first," Mayolu turned around, "Don't go home tonight. There is a room behind the guard room where you can rest, remember? Go there and wait for me."
"I can live in the dormitory..."
"I have something important to say to you."
Mistonge scratched his head and stopped worrying, "Okay, then I'll go back first. Ms. Mayolu, please pay attention to your safety."
After Mistongo left, Mayolu turned around and looked in the direction in which the man wearing the eyepatch left, his eyes flashing an imperceptible crimson.
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Royal College of Physicians of Faerûn, guard room.
Mistongo opened the book by the light of the gas lamp, but found that he could not read a word no matter what. After dilly-dallying for a while, he closed the book.
"Oh, I don't know where Ms. Meolo has gone. I should have brought her back with me just now..."
Before he finished speaking, the door on the side opened in response, and Mayolu walked in slowly and dignifiedly, as if nothing had happened.
"Thank you for your relationship, Xiaomi, you know? Your greatest advantage is that you are obedient, which will save you a lot of trouble."
"But I'm worried." Mistongo felt relieved when he saw that Mayolu was fine, "But fortunately, you're fine."
Mayolu nodded and led Mistongo to the lounge at the back. After checking the doors and windows, he sat down face to face with Mistongo.
"Xiaomisi..." Meiolo considered the words, "Did you know that there is a being in this world who is beyond the abilities of ordinary people?"
"Do you mean extraordinary?" Mistongo asked calmly.
"Um," Mayolu choked, "how did you know, from your father?"
"Part of it, and the rest, I learned from my friends there when I went to York some time ago."
"Friends?" Mayolu asked in surprise, "Do you have friends? What kind of people are they? Male or female? How is your family situation?"
Mistonge scratched his head, "Just a very ordinary person..."
Mistonge told Meolo about the process of meeting and getting acquainted with Su Ge. As he was talking, a smile gradually appeared on his face.
"...The honey water I gave you before was made from the honey he gave me. Do you still remember?"
Mayolu was so surprised by Mistonge's eloquence that he didn't even listen carefully to the content behind it. His mind was filled with the figure of "Suge".
Xiaomi has made a new friend? This is really amazing, but why is this feeling of loss in my heart? If Xiaomi has made a new friend, will he stop coming to my place?
No, I have to take a look for him. Xiaomi Si is a very good boy and cannot be deceived. Su Ge, right? If I have a chance, I would like to see what kind of person he is... Meiolo thought
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"Ms. Mayolu?"
"Ms. Mayolu?" Mistonge waved her hand in front of Mayolu, finding that she was a little lost in thought.
"Ah, Xiaomis," Mayolu came back to his senses, "Where did you just say?"
"Extraordinary, we are talking about extraordinary."
"Yes, that's the case," Mayolu calmed down and said, "I heard you say before that you hope to have something that can instantly become a doctor..."
"I just said it casually." Miston Green waved his hand repeatedly.
Mayolu didn't refute, he just pulled out a box from under the bed beside him, opened it in front of Mistonge, and took out a box inside.
Mistongo didn't ask questions. He had enough tacit understanding with Mayolu to know that the other party had a reason for doing this and would definitely give him an explanation.
"100 ml of pure water, two petals of each of the four pure colors, you can go to the garden outside to get these, um, 3 drops of your own healthy blood, the tools are all ready, you can draw them at any time, the rest..."
Mayolu asked Xiang Mistonge, "You still need a certain amount of medical knowledge. In my opinion, your notes are good. Give me two. Finally, 10 ml of honey from Sifang Beehive. Your previous honey is still with it."
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Mistongo couldn't figure out Mayolu's intention, but he followed the other party's instructions honestly.
After all the materials were collected, Mayolu sat in front of Mistongo and said with great solemnity:
"Xiaomi Si, what I'm going to say next is very important. It's the kind of thing that only the people you trust the most can know. Do you understand?"
Mistongo nodded.
Facing relief, Mayolu asked: "Do you want to become a transcendent?"
"ah?"
"Do you want to be a super?"
Mistongo stared blankly at Mayolu with his big eyes, unable to keep up with his thinking for a while.
"Are you a transcendent?"
Mayolu nodded.
"So, you are the kind of extraordinary person that dad said, who did not take the initiative to reveal his identity? The extraordinary person who hides in the medical school?"
Mayolu nodded.
"This is so surprising. What kind of extraordinary person are you?" Mistongo asked excitedly.
"Am I here to ask you a question?" Mayolu pouted slightly, but he answered tirelessly, "Moon Domain. Judging from your question, you should only know a little about extraordinary beings, and
There is no professional study.”
“Among extraordinary people, they don’t use ‘what they look like’ to describe, but use areas to distinguish them.”
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm just a little excited." Mistonge bowed his head honestly.
"So, answer my question..."
Mayolu looked into Mistongo's eyes and asked seriously: