Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

"how do you know?"

"For various reasons."

Caville frowned, and the man in front of him clearly had no intention of telling him the truth about how he knew he didn't have the power of other observers.

"Khal told you?"

He only told Kayo and Bella about this matter, and the possibility of betraying a friend based on the character of the sage is very small. After excluding her, Cavel can only think of Kayo.

"No, I don't know him."

Caville frowned: "Bella?"

"Sorry, I still don't know." The man shook his head quite frankly, "It's better to say that I have never seen any other observers except myself and you, and no one has come to me. I guess they know my identity. Not many people exist."

Cavel was silent for a while. From the observer's point of view, the guy in front of him had a really small social network. After all, even the fake himself could know one or two observers. If they didn't know that Gaia and the others chose to observe With the author's rigor, he almost wondered if this guy had autism.

"That's a pity, there are quite a few interesting guys among our colleagues." Caville pretended to laugh lightly, but secretly became vigilant, "It's not a good thing not to make friends, do you want me to help you?" Can you introduce me?"

"No need, I already know an interesting observer." The observer in front of him tilted his head, his golden pupils were as hot as flames, "I don't need anything else, as long as I have you alone."

Mom!What does it mean?Sure enough, did I get it wrong?I must have misunderstood it!I don't even look like I would attract gay guys!
"Hehe, it's... is it... that's really an honor."

How terrible it is to be stared at by a guy who suffers from the second disease and is so withdrawn, Cavel now fully feels it, and takes a step back unconsciously, and he meets those sun-like eyes.

"Since we are about to meet each other now, then we have known each other. By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"I don't have a name yet."

"...Huh?" The man in front of him gave an unexpected answer for Cavel, "No name?"

"Yes, I don't have a name." The man reached into his bosom and took out a sphere wrapped in a clean handkerchief, "I don't have a name, that's what can be used for identification."

Lifting off the handkerchief, a bitten apple appeared in the man's hand. Under Cavel's painful gaze, he picked up the apple and ate it: "But don't worry, it's really inconvenient without a name." I have already figured out what I should be called in the future, so I came here to find you."

"What does it have to do with me that you name yourself?" Cavel frowned, with a vague premonition in his heart.

"Because two people have the same name, no matter how you think about it, it's a little strange." The strange observer turned his head dully, "It's like a continent of human beings has two observers, don't you feel uncomfortable? I am quite confused."

……

Cavel fell silent, and after a while he sighed: "... Sure enough, you are the observer on the Saxon side."

My biggest enemy at this stage, and also the guy who robbed my observer of everything, was right in front of me, but Cavel didn't have any strong emotions, no anxiety, no anger, no fear, and he was so calm that he felt Somewhat strange.

"It doesn't look like you are too surprised." The man in front of Cavel, the Saxon observer, said.

"I'm also very strange, I should have run away now, but..." Cavel looked at the other party suspiciously, "I didn't feel the murderous aura from you, no, there should still be a murderous aura, it's just too weak gone."

Just like the insignificant murderous intent of a cat with fried hair, Caville can't feel the slightest danger. If this is just an illusion given to him by the other party, then the data given by the system makes Caville deeply frown .

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Yes, a first-level observer is not even comparable to an ordinary human soldier.

"You're weak." Cavill said the faux pas, "weaker than me, right?"

"...That's right, I'm weak, even weaker than you." Jin Tong's observer admitted frankly, "Such a weak observer should be only me, who will be scratched by knives and flames." Burned to death, will fall down from disease, I have to beware of everything around me that can pose a threat to me."

"..."

So I'm not the worst! !Is it true that all human observers are like this! !

Soon, the apple was eaten by the Saxon observer, and only one core remained, which he wrapped back in the handkerchief.

"So I'm here to kill you."

Cavel was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know how the guy in front of him came to the conclusion of killing himself because of his own weakness, but the current situation is very clear, he is the enemy.

"But with his strength, isn't it a bit reluctant to kill me?"

It's not just that simple, Caville is now a 62-level magician, anywhere, any country is a force that cannot be ignored, coupled with the increasingly proficient space magic, now he can already rank among the strongest. ranks of those.

"Then how do you want to kill me?" This is the only question that bothers him now, and he concentrated completely, carefully observing every move of the guy in front of him, while reaching into the pocket of his robe to fiddle with something, Although it has been ensured that he has no power, he is an observer. As a human being, he is an extraordinary person who shoulders the duties of a god.

The Saxon observer didn't speak, he took a step back without any superfluous expression on his face.

Then, he said flatly——

"Please kill yourself."

"What are you talking about..."

"puff!"

The sound of the knife breaking the skin, and then stabbing deeper, piercing through the ribs, piercing the heart, before Caville could react, his hands had already sent the dagger used to deal with the prey into the body. Into the heart, without hesitation, pierced the organ where the life was lodged in one go, just like giving up his own life.

"Your family..."

"not enough."

Then the hand holding the dagger twisted, the sharp iron smashed the heart completely, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from Cavel's mouth, staining the snow under him red.

"not enough."

The dagger was pulled out roughly, and pierced into his heart again in an even more rude way. Cavel's eyes had become numb, which was a sign that life was about to dissipate.

"not enough."

This time the dagger pierced into the brain, piercing both temples, and when the dagger was drawn out, there was white brain matter mixed with blood.

"not enough."

The dagger cut his throat, and a coquettish flower of blood bloomed on his body immediately.

"not enough."

The eye was stabbed with a dagger.

"not enough."

The nose was cut off with a dagger.

"not enough."

All tendons in the arms and legs were severed.

……

"enough."

I don't know how long it took, but the weak observer finally nodded with satisfaction, only at the first level. He has golden eyes, and the scarlet hell is reflected in the eyes.

"Are you still alive?"

Caville died, and his vital signs had completely disappeared shortly after the dagger pierced his heart, and everything after that was just his body acting on its own. These weak observers knew it, but he was very scared.

"Sorry, I'm afraid of dying."

Because he is afraid of death, he will abuse the enemy calmly, erase his soul, smash his heart, pierce his brain, and cripple his limbs, without leaving any hidden dangers. This is the Saxon observer. Careful way of survival.

"I know you're curious."

No one will be curious, of course, if he can also regard a pile of minced meat as a human being, there is no big problem with his words.

"Do you know Spirit Words?" He walked carefully to the organ that could still be called the head of Cavell, without getting a little blood or anything on his clothes.

"This is my power, the law called 'language'." As if remembering something, he stretched his hands into his arms and groped, "I don't want to kill you either, because you are one of the few people from my same class." A friend of the world, and after killing you, you may cause all kinds of troubles, that young girl's methods are much more cruel than mine."

A handkerchief appeared in his hand, and inside the handkerchief was the apple core that he had carefully wrapped up just now.

"But I'm very scared. Standing in different camps means that one day we will fight head-on. At that time, can I still win you?" Shaking his head with a sigh, he buried the apple core in the ground that was captured by Cavel. beneath the blood-stained earth.

"Of course I won." He said something that made himself laugh, "No matter when, where, or how powerful you are, you will eventually be killed by me, as long as your body receives my message , the brain starts to process the language I conveyed, then your ending is already doomed."

After the death of the enemy, this weak observer who is afraid of death seems to have more words, too many words will make mistakes, as the person who manages this power, he can't understand this truth, but this truth does not apply to the dead .

"Then goodbye, colleague." His feet tightened tightly on the apple core he had planted, and he stood up wiping the sweat from his brow, "I will come and destroy this place when it grows up, I hope you can dissolve it." For the nourishment of this little life, this can be regarded as living in another identity, an identity that will not make me feel dangerous."

After speaking, he jumped onto the clean ground in one step, wiped the blood and minced meat off the soles of his shoes, and walked in the direction he came from without saying a word.

"That's right." Suddenly, he turned around.

"From now on, the name Cavell will be used by me."