Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 1037 Three Decorations
Angel used to have two things that Balalaika took a fancy to.

One, is his right hand.The second is Toby.

However, Angor did not choose to exchange with Balalaika at the beginning, but the Grave Knight remembered very clearly that Balalaika once said that if Angor had an idea of ​​a deal in the future, he could come to the resting place to find her.

Seeing him appear here again now, the Grave Knight naturally thought that Angel was planning to make a deal with Balalaika.

In this case, he is the guest.

"I want to go in and make a deal. Is it possible?" Angel asked, his Abyss language was very vague, like a baby learning to speak.

As soon as this question was asked, before the Grave Knight could answer, Stian, who was standing on the other side of the bar door, suddenly laughed out loud: "My kid, this is not a bar in Castlevania. If you want to drink milk, you'd better change to another place."

Angel naturally heard Stian's ridicule.However, his Abyssal language was not very good. Even if he heard it, he didn't understand what he said specifically, so Angel didn't give Stian a single bit of attention.

Angor's attitude made Stian snort coldly from his nostrils.But in order to maintain a perfect and elegant expression on his face, Stian didn't say anything.Moreover, while the imprint on Angel's ear made him feel a little familiar, it also carried a faint sense of threat. He always felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.

However, the perfect expression on Stian's face suddenly froze in the next second.

The Grave Knight didn't stop the young man with the weird voice like he did before, but nodded, took the initiative to step aside, and even stretched out his hand to signal: "This way, please."

The action of the grave knight made Stian finally put away his long-standing expression. He said coldly: "Your Excellency, what do you mean? Why can this young boy go in? Make a deal? Just rely on him ?!"

The change of Stian's face caught Angel's eyes.

Angel didn't understand Stian's ridicule before, but only heard a few words "milk" vaguely, and this time he heard "milk smell", which made Angel think to himself, Could this guy be able to read minds and see what he likes?However, his expression looked very angry, was it because he went in by himself and he was stopped?
While Angel was thinking, the Grave Knight sneered: "Stian, you'd better keep your mouth shut. Besides, do you think it's up to my will to choose which guest to choose?"

Before Stian could reply, a seductive voice that seemed to be able to stir the soul suddenly came from the cloth enclosure of the bar, making everyone present stunned for a moment.

When Stian came back to his senses, he realized that Balalaika, who had never spoken in the bar, actually took the initiative to speak just now?

And, she seems to be saying.

--"come in."

The subject of this sentence is naturally not him. After thinking about it for a while, Stian frowned and looked at Angel.

This low-strength kid can actually make Balalaika trade with him. How can he do it?Stian looked Angor up and down, with jealousy burning in his sinister eyes.

Angel could feel the thorny gaze behind him, but soon he ignored it because he had already stepped into the bar.

After Angel entered the bar, Stian's expression was so gloomy that water dripped out.

He felt like a joke standing in front of the bar.

He didn't believe that Angor could come up with something that made Balalaika willing to trade with him.Even if he can't do it, why should a person whose strength is almost the same as that of an ant?
When Stian was jealous and complicated, there was a "light hey" sound in the cemetery.

Stian and the Grave Knight turned their heads to look at the same time, only to see that at some point, there was a tall woman with short hair on the side of the cemetery.

Dressed extremely sexy, with dark skin and two plump long legs, she just sat on the tombstone not far away.

who is she?Why did she come in, but there was no life?
Grave Knight's hands slowly covered the long sword pinned to his waist. For this unknown visitor, he needed to be ready to fight.

"I didn't expect that humble human being to actually go in." Fafnir was naturally the one who came, but her mood was very complicated at this time.She had also heard about the Witch of Resuscitation, and she was no stranger to the rules of the resting place.Balalaika hates humans very much, and it is impossible for her to see through Angel's disguise. In this case, Balalaika still let Angel into the bar, which is too puzzling.

Just like Odeklaas handed over that task to Angor before, there was no reason.

Fafnir recalled the situation when he was quietly stared at by a pair of eyes that crossed the boundaries of time and space when he was in the trough of wind whispers.She suddenly raised the corners of her lips. It seems that there are indeed many secrets in this human being...

On the other side, the moment Angor lifted the cloth and walked in, all the sounds from the outside world froze at this moment.

It seems to have a soundproof enchantment, which separates the inside and outside of the bar into two worlds.

The interior of the bar is as cramped as it looks from the outside, except for the bar counter, there are only a few tables leaning against the wooden wall alone.

"As expected, you are here." An extremely beautiful voice, accompanied by a chuckle, reached Angel's ears.

——This is the lingua franca of mankind.

Angel turned his attention to the bar.

A woman with a bright red skirt and wavy curly hair was lying on her palm with a long-handled pipe that was curling up with smoke, leaning against the back of the bar with her legs crossed.

She didn't wear shoes, her fair feet were small and exquisite, and her round toes were also painted with Kodan like her nails.

She is not beautiful, with slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small red mole on her lips.

But the more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

Angel saluted respectfully, and said softly, "Good evening, charming Miss Balalaika."

……

Angel sat on the round stool in front of the bar, with a goblet in front of him.The red wine in the glass exudes a sweet and greasy fruity aroma.

Sitting across the bar is Balalaika.

She gracefully supported her cheeks with the back of her hands, and her messy hair fell on her lips, looking very alluring.

"Are you going to use these ornaments to trade with me?" Balalaika lowered her head and looked at the three strange ornaments on the bar in front of her.

A standing crystal harp, a lozenge with strange rings engraved inside, and a ring with a snake biting its tail.

"Why do you think that I will be willing to trade?" Balalaika raised her eyebrows, smoking a long-stemmed pipe, the smoke was lingering, and she couldn't see her happiness or anger.

To be honest, Balalaika did not see how special the three ornaments in front of him were.

As a trader, her eyesight is naturally not bad.At the beginning, she saw clearly that there were two precious items on Sinafar's body at a glance, which was evident.

And these three decorations, in terms of appearance, do have their merits, especially the strange ring in the rhomboid stele, which seems to have a wonderful charm, but when it comes to special places, there is at most a little strange energy around them node.But these are not enough to make her look differently, and she doesn't think these three ornaments have the magic power to impress her.

So, don't look at the faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but she is actually a little impatient in her heart.

Angel: "Miss Balalaika, why don't you try it first?"

"Try it?" Balalaika casually picked up the leftmost crystal harp ornament, rubbing it with her slender fingers: "Well, I'll give you a chance, and I hope you won't let me down."

She turned on the first crystal harp, and in an instant, her world changed, and a piece of beautiful music that she had never heard before echoed in her ears...

When trying the balalaika, Angel also focused on the three ornaments.

These three decorations, or two decorations and one decoration, are actually a collection of works that Angel used to practice alchemy and fantasy. They are not the most outstanding, but they are the most distinctive in comparison.

The first crystal harp was actually a music box in disguise, incorporating alchemy illusions.

However, in this music box, unlike before, he only kept one piece of music stingyly, but incorporated several nocturnes with similar flavors but different styles.

Lyrical, lingering, sad, melancholy.

Balalaika held the crystal harp for nearly two hours, and did not exit the illusion in the middle.

It was only when the vision was almost over that the balalaika set aside the crystal harp.There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say much.

This crystal harp music box is really good, the music in it is very interesting, and it fits this frozen old world night very well.

In addition, Balalaika herself likes music very much, as she can tell from the fact that she was humming a song last time. ——This is why Angel chose to take out the music box.

She likes this music box very much, but since she has finished listening to the music in it, she naturally remembers it in her heart.

Therefore, this crystal harp was less attractive to her.

Balalaika consciously took advantage of it, and the original impatience in her heart disappeared at this time.

The music in the music box, though she remembered it.But I have to say that the fantasy world matched with the music is very worth seeing.Therefore, when her eyes wandered to the second stele-shaped ornament, she couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

When she picked up the second ornament, Angel added at the right time: "This is the Monument of Strange Rings, I hope Miss Balalaika likes it."

Balalaika opened the second decoration, and when there was a change in front of her eyes, there was a bit of interest in her eyes.

The Monument of the Strange Ring is naturally a small game that makes people like Sanders and Kanter obsessed - Monument Valley.

The protagonist of the story of Monument Valley, like Balalaika, is a woman, and the sense of substitution is naturally stronger than that of Sanders, Kanter and others.

Balalaika was immersed in the illusion for a longer time this time, and it took almost four hours before she reluctantly withdrew.The time is too short, and playing from the first perspective of a mortal in the illusion, many of the wonderful ingenuities take a lot of time.Therefore, Balalaika felt a little regretful that she did not play the Monument of the Strange Ring to the end this time.

(End of this chapter)