[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Seeing that Zenin Xinlang was in trouble, the two of them hurriedly left the house and chased in the direction of the "boss".

Fushiguro Shiji looked around and used his senses but did not notice anything unusual.

But the biggest anomaly was what happened to Zenin Nobuaki!

Who on earth could have thrown him out of the courtyard out of thin air? There was no fluctuation of magical power, and there was not even any entity that seemed invisible but actually existed.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands in the air grabbed Zenin Nobuaki and threw him out.

Could it be related to the 'person' who entered the dining hall and stole food last night as those two minions said?

Fushiguro Shiori didn't know that the real culprit was watching her every move through the screen.

"No, is this game that realistic?"

After the dinner, Huai Liang rejected Mu Qing's invitation to ride on the aircraft back to the dormitory in the White Tower, and returned alone on the sky hub train.

“All NPC responses are so natural?”

Huailiang had already activated his mental barrier, so he did not feel uncomfortable in the noisy train, and was not affected by the already smooth running speed of the train.

There was still about 30 minutes before she arrived at the platform where the White Tower was located. Noticing that there were no "familiar people" around, she found a seat in the corner of the rear compartment and opened the game again.

Waking up the NPC in the dining hall can be considered as a part of the game process design. After all, the "protagonist" is hungry, and she cannot get food from the mall, and the only newly lit map in the scroll is the courtyard where the dining hall is located.

But just now, she just couldn't stand the behavior of those ugly NPCs bullying her beautiful protagonist, and for a moment she couldn't find the role and combat mode played by her own "master controller" -

I can only try to see if I can get rid of those annoying bullying NPCs in the same way I treated the protagonist.

The result is surprising until you try it. Not only are the operations successful, but the NPCs also respond to her actions very intelligently... Such realistic and intelligent NPCs are comparable to large-scale games with immersive brainwave connections.

Huailiang suddenly became more interested in this little game which was originally used to kill fragmented time.

【Who are you? Are you still here? 】

Another message popped up above the protagonist's head in the picture, and it was the protagonist who asked the question.

Huailiang nodded with satisfaction. Not bad. The interaction with the main control was also very realistic.

She looked around but couldn't find any interface where she could input text to have a conversation with him, and the protagonist was really poor.

Even though the place he was in looked like an ancient house, it was normal that there were no operable communication equipment.

But there isn’t even paper and pen... Does this Zen family only consider training combat effectiveness and not pay attention to cultural cultivation?

There were two more roars from the stomach. Huai Liang saw the protagonist covering his stomach and was suddenly shocked to realize that it was already the next day in the game.

The protagonist was hungry the night before. Although the red and green bars had recovered a little after waking up, she was in a hurry to leave and didn't want Mu Qing to see what game she was playing.

So up to now, about 2 hours have passed here, but it’s already noon in the game?

So, assuming she doesn't open the game, the time flows about five times faster than in her real world?

Thinking of this, Huai Liang immediately opened his game backpack, directed his gaze towards the only low table in the room that was still lame, and placed a plate of egg pancakes and a plate of traditional Hagi pancakes on it.

"Ding Dong - We have arrived at the Huanghun Avenue Station. Passengers arriving at the station please get off the bus."

[Really? ]

【Why do you want to help me? What do you want? 】

When Huai Liang heard the station announcement, she didn't see it, so she closed the game and got off the bus in a hurry.

Her personality is not that of a loner, but she doesn't have a good impression of Mu Qing, and can even be said to dislike him.

As for the guides and sentinels who had a better relationship with them, since it was the New Year holiday, all the guides and sentinels had three days off to play outside and did not want to return to the White Tower.

She didn't want to attend those carnival parties. Her usual hobbies were eating delicious food and playing games to relax.

Now that we have had enough delicious food in the palace, the only leisure option left is to go back and play games.

Therefore, this led to her returning to the White Tower alone.

It was a chilly spring day, and Huailiang was walking on the suburban path leading back to the White Pagoda.

The cold wind blowing in her face made her tighten her windbreaker.

By the way, thinking back, tonight in the banquet garden, Mu Qing broke the safe distance and deliberately looked for her. What was his intention?

Mu Qing was born into a family of earl. He seems gentle and polite, but how gentle can he be when his spiritual body is the guide of a giant python?

As she got older, the other party's frequent displays of kindness caused her a lot of trouble.

You know, normally sentinels and guides are considered adults when they are fifteen years old.

In other words, under the secretion of guide hormones, they will automatically enter the "period" of looking for a partner to pair with.

This sounds more like livestock breeding.

Huailiang checked in the huge library of the White Tower and found that thousands of years ago, the two types of "new humans" such as "guides" and "sentinels" did not emerge among ancient humans.

They relied on hard work and wisdom to open up their homes, climb the technology tree, and also developed many human civilizations.

But since the invasion of pollutants, humans have evolved the ability to fight against and eliminate pollutants in order to adapt to the changing and harsh living environment - guides and sentinels.

Sentinels are generally people with super-strong five senses, and their spiritual bodies are mostly carnivorous animals.

They are naturally more susceptible to the pressure of excessive information from the outside world, and before they reach adulthood, they mostly live in white towers isolated from the outside world.

White towers, which are buildings surrounded by white noise such as flowing water, wind, and rain, can protect the sentinels' delicate senses.

A Guide, on the other hand, is someone who possesses stronger mental power and the ability to resonate with others than a Sentinel.

It can repair the damaged emotions and spirits of the Sentinels after combat.

Hundreds of years ago, there were a very small number of extremely powerful guides who could manipulate their spirit bodies to fight alone and strangle pollutants.

It is also possible to use so-called 'emotional resonance' as a weapon to attack or manipulate other Sentinels.

But...such a powerful guide is almost disappearing.

The spirit bodies of today's guides are mostly gentle herbivorous creatures.

He has poor physical strength and low endurance, and almost only exists in the safe rear, providing spiritual counseling to the sentinels after they have fought.

Once the sentinels are defeated and pollutants invade, the guide will have almost no chance of survival.

As pollutants have continued to advance in recent years, encroaching on the empire's territory, more and more guides are inclined to find ways to stay in safe and prosperous cities.

The royal capital is undoubtedly the best choice.

Obviously, marrying an ordinary resident living in the capital would be of no avail, and ordinary minor nobles were also unable to resist the transfer order from the empire.

The best choices are the sentinels whose family backgrounds are those of great nobles.

Combining with it can avoid external adjustments and death from mental exhaustion due to insatiable combination fever.

Then again, this makes Huailiang's situation become delicate.

As Mu Qing showed attention and kindness to her, she had already vaguely sensed the dark and obscure gazes directed at her around her.

Although she had tried her best to distance herself from Mu Qing, in many cases, possessing something that others desired was also a sin.

Even though she shrugged it off.

And Fushiguro Shijiro in the 'game' stayed quietly in the empty room. After about a few minutes, he still didn't get a response.

He chuckled, and the doubt in his emerald eyes was gone, instead it turned into interest.

Yes, it seems that what he felt last night was not an illusion. There was a "person" who applied medicine to his wounds while he was unconscious, and went to the cafeteria to get him hot water and a lot of food.

I just don't know why I didn't give him the food right away last night.

Because he woke up in the middle of the night?

No, that's not right.

If you don't want him to discover his existence, there is no need to teach Zenin Nobuaki a lesson in front of him today.

Fushiguro Shigeu picked up a piece of red bean hagi cake, the delicate and rich aroma lingered in his mouth, quickly filling his empty stomach.

He wondered, was it that she didn't want to talk to him, or that she couldn't talk to him?

What if it is text?

Would you be willing to communicate with him through letters?