Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

Burning, at the moment when the space was frozen, a raging fire broke out within ten meters. There was no combustible body, and the flame just burned in the air. The black knights avoided the flames, but they At this time, the expensive armor turned into a deadly instrument of torture. They took off their masks in pain, and under the mask was a face that was still cold even though it was extremely painful.

"Oh? Really well-trained." Caville sneered.

Their faces were already flushed, and their burnt and rotting skin looked strangely disgusting, so, except for slightly frowning, they still kept silent, like machines.

"on!"

The body regained its freedom, and the leader among the group of people gave another order, so the assassins rushed up with strange steps, his long sword glowed with a cold light, which was intimidating. Seeing this, Caville's fingers trembled slightly , Then there was a scene that made such useless assassins stop suddenly.

Their leader is dead.

The part below the neck completely disappeared, leaving only a festered head that rushed forward with inertia, and then fell to the ground with a "plop", and the ground was instantly stained red with blood.

Cavel's smile faded away.

"Tsk, it's really bloody." He frowned and commented, in addition to the weird smell of roasted meat, there was a pungent smell of blood in his nose. The combination of these two smells made people feel inexplicably excited , was pressed in the bottom of my heart by Cavel.

The assassins stopped, and they didn't know whether they were confused because they lost the leader who gave the order or they were afraid of this weird scene. In short, they stopped, and then began to retreat slowly.

But Cavell is still so sad and angry.

"Don't go, my head is still growing on my neck. If I didn't complete the task, wouldn't I have failed your sage-sama's expectations?"

No one paid attention to him. From the beginning, he was just singing a one-man show, using such a scene of trampling on the lives of those who trampled on life to make himself forget the sadness brought about by his dream last night.

The space is blocked, and once again, this piece of space that was made a little noisy by the sound of footsteps returns to a desperate silence.

"You know? You are dying."

Since the last time he ran desperately out of the big ball condensed with the blood of synthetic beasts, Cavel's mental strength seemed to have increased a lot, and he would no longer feel tired doing such things. It was like this when he was in the Scarlet Devil Mansion, and now the same.

"If you think about it this way, I'm still cheating, but it's just in exchange for my life. It's not too much."

His mental strength far exceeds that of Mei Lin and Patchouli, and he can probably guess the reason for this, because he is an observer. Although he is a half-baked guy, he is still an observer. He also has physical fitness that others can't match.

He should have known this a long time ago, from the moment he came into this world, from that hellish month.

"How do you want to die?" he asked, and then walked up to a rather hideous assassin.

"Seven scars." He boredly counted the number of scars on the assassin's face, "This should be something like a meritorious service to you, it's really amazing."

Injuries like this should be healed by healing techniques, but the assassin in front of him didn't do so. It was like showing off in the air, showing off to others the life trampled by him.

"Let me guess, how many guys were killed by you? Five, ten, or twenty?" A green light appeared on Caville's hand, "How many of these guys are the most vicious villains , how many are purely righteous 'idiots'?"

In a wicked way, he used a healing technique on this assassin with scars on his face. The scars on his face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared.

"You bastard!" Perhaps it was because Cavel's abnormal behavior made him feel humiliated, the assassin finally spoke, "Are you humiliating me?"

"Oh? So you can talk. I thought your master had already cut off your tongues to keep it secret. It seems that he still hasn't learned the necessary rules for those in power."

"..."

Seeing that Cavill mentioned the subject of his master, the assassin became silent again, but his eyes were already full of killing intent that was about to overflow.

"Unnecessary emotions are not what assassins need. It will only make the sharpness of your knife be influenced by emotions. Although I have no experience as an assassin, I still understand the truth." Caville narrowed his eyes, "However, anyway, your assassin career is over, and your life will be with you!"

In the next second, blood sprayed everywhere, and this time only the assassin's arm was left, holding the long black sword in his arm, and it stopped in mid-air strangely like this.

"Even a guy who can easily take someone's life is just as fragile. In a sense, life is really a fair thing."

Shaking his head, Caville set his sights on the other assassins.

"So are you ready?" He took the black long sword out of those arms and walked towards the assassins step by step.

"It's time to go to hell! Reapers!"

……

Ten minutes later, the open space adjacent to the small river was finally cleared out, if there were no stumps and blood that stained the ground red.

"It's really great, the feeling of controlling power." Standing in this hell-like scene, Cavell couldn't see any emotion on his face. Watching the sun slowly rise to a higher place, he smiled and shook his head. Shaking his head, "It's time to go back and cook for Lily and Lucy, those two girls must be starving."

He stood up, but saw a black energy body floating from his neckline.

"dad."

It's Nana.

"Well, Nana, have you rested enough?" Calculating the time, Nana has been in a deep sleep for a while. Facing the bewildered girl who just woke up, Caville doesn't know how to describe his current mood, so He could only smile slightly, though his face was stiff.

"Father, what happened to you just now?" Nana stepped forward and pulled Rakavel's clothes, "I can feel that you were in a bad mood just now, and you are sadder than ever before."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just that I encountered some unhappy things, and it's much better now."

Cavel did not lie, he is indeed in a much better mood now, other people's misfortune will dilute his own pain, this is the truth that has not changed since ancient times, the evil root of the fleshy heart.

"That's good, Dad can't be so unhappy all the time, otherwise I will be unhappy too." Hearing Cavel's answer, Nana finally smiled, and then she saw the blood-strewn full ground.

"Dad, did you kill someone?"

She asked, no fear, just doubts, she has long been used to such scenes, in the previous life, the last life, the last life, the battles that the girls participated in in the past will only be more cruel than this.

"Well, if we don't kill them, they will come to kill us, to kill the danger in the bud... No, maybe it's not the reason."

Halfway through the speech, Caville closed his eyes and shook his head: "In the end, it's just selfishness to kill them. Selfishness wants to take their lives, and selfishness wants to see their unfortunate faces. Then come to make yourself happy, huh... Maybe I am a complete villain in my bones."

Suddenly looking back at what he had done just now, Cavel felt that there had been a bad change in himself, whether it was strength or mood.

"Did they do something too much? In my memory, only the kind of very vicious host would do things like cutting people up."

Nana's words made Cavel stunned.

"Yeah, why am I so irritable?" He looked at his bloody palm.

"It doesn't look like me at all, is it because of that inexplicable dream?"

As if he was thinking about something, he was dazed for a while, then he shook his head: "How could that be, if I were to be like Shi Lezhi for this reason, then I'd have gone crazy long ago."

The reason for his outburst is definitely not just such a sad dream, but it is indeed one of the reasons, so he has to pay more attention to it.

"Who is that girl?" Why did she appear in my dreams, why did she make me laugh so happily, and why did she disappear without leaving a trace.

With such doubts, he faced up to the dream that he once regarded as a coincidence. This was the second time that the deserted city named Britain appeared in his dream. The first time she was dead, The second time I witnessed her death with my own eyes, she was like a child begging for help, like an old man who wanted to tell himself something.

"It's definitely not as simple as a dream."

Of course he knew, but that was all.

Yes, he knows nothing.

Seeing Cavel whose face became more and more gloomy, Nana held his big hand uneasily: "Dad, your expression is so scary."

After being told by Nana, Cavel realized that he was in the same state as when he was murdering again. He reached out and patted his cheek, trying to make himself feel better.

"I'm sorry, Dad's not in the right shape today, but as long as Nana is here, I'll be fine, you will cheer me up, right?"

"En." Nodding firmly, Nana tried her best to stretch out her small hand upwards. Seeing this, Caville squatted down slightly.

"I will always stand by your side, not just me, sister Lily and sister Lucy will not leave you, so don't worry, dad has a lot to rely on."

She gently stroked the head of her titular father, Cavel was taken aback, and the corners of her mouth curled into a slight arc.

"Yeah, although I seem to have lost something, don't I gain more." He hugged the serious Nana, and the little girl giggled "hehe".

"Then go home, your sister Lily must be so hungry, I'll make you a meal of sweet and sour fish that you've never eaten before!"

"Oh! Long live Papa."