Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

In the cellar of a manor on the outskirts of St. Leiden, a beautiful girl didn't care that the dust in the cellar covered her skirt.

She frowned and put down a seemingly gorgeous ceramic bottle, her mouth full of dryness:

"Another fake! The antiques that my father bought for a lot of money are actually worthless garbage. If we can't get the money to be cashed next week, our Storrs family will be finished! God, we can't come. A miracle, give me an extraordinary power to get my legitimate profits back from those vampires in the Church of Fortune?"

Just as she didn't give any hope, she picked up a copper plate as bright as a mirror, and when she saw her beautiful face in it, a cloud of gray mist suddenly appeared in the mirror, covering her...

...

Amidst the glittering starlight, Daisy Storrs regained his sight, looked around in horror and confusion, and was surprised to find that she was like a snack on the white dining table, and a man with a shorter height said. On the fifth floor, like the mythical Titan giant, the mysterious giant whose whole body is composed of starlight and astral lines is staring at her.

Those eyes that were like starlight seemed to be able to see through her heart and soul.

Even though she had a faint mist covering her face, it didn't give her a sense of security.

"Sir, where is this?"

"Why bring me here?"

"What do you want to do?"

A weak young lady who has never been threatened with death is suddenly caught by an extraordinary existence, and the fear and anxiety cannot be concealed.

After subconsciously asking three times in a row, she found that this was too unfavorable for negotiation, and she forced herself to remain silent.

The atmosphere became eerie.

In the field of vision, the star giant who outlined his body with star rays crossed his fingers and supported his chin with his fingers.

His voice was not as rumbling, majestic and chilling as Daisy imagined, but instead had an ethereal sense of mystery.

A voice that sounded a little too young with a strong indifference: "I heard your prayers, and I answered you. That's all."

Suddenly hearing Mark's remarks, Daisy's reaction was wonderful.

First panic and panic, followed by vigilance and awe.

Anyone who has enough common sense about the power of gods will know that not only gods, but also demons and devils will answer the prayers of believers.

As she was passively pulled into this strange sea of ​​stars, she was completely shocked on the spot.

She tried hard to drive her brain, trying to find a way to find a more appropriate way to deal with it, at least let her understand the situation.

Before she could open the chat box, the star giant opposite asked.

"You long for extraordinary power. Then... do you really know what [abnormal] is? How did the extraordinary power of humans come from?"

The star giant seemed to ask Daisy a question like a teacher and a student, but Daisy instead made up her mind: At least, this is not like the way of the devil and the devil.

She is like a good student who works hard to answer questions. She dares not hide anything, and says in a series of words:

"[Anomalies] are often caused by a failed extraordinary experiment, or the existence of an out-of-control extraordinary order."

"It is said that in the chaotic era when the gods fought fiercely a thousand years ago, the gods descended without warning. In order to encourage more people to believe in themselves, and to make more outstanding mortals their assistants, the gods appeared one after another and descended a lot. [Divine Power Slate] In various human settlements, it is convenient for mortals to study."

"In the wild, there will also be lucky people who find the divine power slate with the vacancy of the gods. After a lot of hard work and hard work, they are successfully conferred gods with human bodies, just like the current twin goddesses of light and night."

"Regardless of right and wrong, all the gods have begun to allow outstanding believers to study their own divine power to rub the [Divine Power Slate] in order to attract more believers."

Having said that, even if there is a mist covering it, you can clearly hear the anger of the merchant lady.

"The problem also lies here - since three hundred years ago, the gods have rarely issued oracles, and even the divine revelation has rarely appeared. The high-level leaders of the major sects began to add their own to the rubbings of the Divine Power Slate. spells, forcing later trainees to obey their orders."

"In order to monopolize the extraordinary power, these guys gathered together and forced all neutrals and dissidents to hand over the [Divine Power Slate] and all the rubbings. source."

The businessman so clearly and briefly stated the secrets that would never be written in this history textbook, which shocked Mark, the author of the question.

Well, the teacher can not understand, the students can understand.

This business lady is definitely a top student.

On the other hand, Mark began to understand why the Church of Light and Darkness treated the Destiny family so politely. It was obvious that his grandfather was one of the members who took the slate.

Mark, who had transformed into a star giant, was noncommittal and nodded slightly.

The merchant lady gave Mark a lady's gift: "Dear Your Excellency, our family is indeed in trouble, but our family has enough good goods. All we need is a 'clean' E-class wealth power rubbing book, no, As long as you can get some supernatural item and shut out the commercial prying eyes of those goddamn vampires, that's enough."

Mark smiled, and sure enough, the target he had screened out layer by layer was exactly the power of [Fortune].

Originally, he could summon three lucky people (big injustices) in one breath, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up. After all, they are three different forces, and Mark cannot make them form vicious bidding and profit from it.

Instead of making the situation chaotic, it is better to come one by one. He can also take the opportunity to collect information, carefully identify its authenticity, and eliminate the possibility of the other party's collusion.

"Is this what you want?"

When a clean rubbing copy of [Fortune] Transcendent Divine Powers appeared in front of Daisy, she was short of breath.

The merchant's voice almost murmured: "There is no inscription of a priest, not even the name of the goddess of wealth. God! This is the most original rubbing book!"

Is it?

Mark himself was stunned. Fate Dice asked him if he wanted to purify these things. He agreed.

Who would have thought that after a simple purification and the redundant inscriptions were removed, these things would become more valuable?

The merchant's voice trembled: "What price do I need to pay for this?"

The star giant in her eyes smiled and spread out her hands, and the next moment, a golden scale appeared in front of her.

"All the gifts of fate have already been marked with prices secretly. And I just marked them clearly."

The merchant's reaction was quite fierce. Since the top leaders of the major churches monopolized the extraordinary power, all the mortal regimes must succumb to the extraordinary power. If you want to gain extraordinary power, you must bow your head to the church, or pray to meet the one-of-a-kind opportunity.

But the so-called opportunity is often an out-of-control [abnormal], and the consequence of using this power is that he will become the next abnormal existence.

How can there be such a reasonable exchange?

A businessman is never afraid that the goods are too expensive, but only that the goods are fake.

As long as this thing really works, then today is undoubtedly her lucky day.

She also keenly noticed that since the other party took out the original [Fortune] power rubbing copy, instead of handing it over to the Fortune Church, it sold it, which meant that this mysterious existence did not care that it would offend the three major churches.

This discovery made her tremble with excitement.

Looking at the rubbings on the tray at the other end of the scale, there was an illusory [12] in the sky, and she added the chips very cautiously until the rubbings were slightly heavier.

She changed a few chips in a row, and the only one was [11], but adding it would make her suffer again.

Unwilling, she tentatively asked: "Dear Sir, is this ok? Not enough for me to add more. But I still hope to leave more chips to deal with the crisis at home."

As soon as she finished speaking, Daisy realized that she had made a serious mistake. Businessmen instinctively hope that every transaction object is a big grievance, but the other party is too mysterious, and if they overdo it, they will cause fire.

None of the possible consequences of flipping the table could be borne by her little mortal woman.

Daisy decided to buy insurance: "I can put another extraordinary item here as collateral, or as a bargaining chip for the next transaction, okay? I really don't mean to offend the great you."

Mark narrowed his eyes and nodded finally: "Yes, but next time if there is a transaction, I will ask for a higher price."

"Follow your will." Daisy's heart was beating wildly, and she was able to take advantage of the first transaction, which made Daisy's evaluation of the other party a little subtle.

Forgiving, but definitely not stupid.

She has to be careful! Be careful! Be careful!

After carefully judging the character of the other party, the merchant lady shrank her neck slightly, and finally she dared to tentatively ask: "Excuse me, if I get something more valuable in the future, can I use it to replace the one I put on it today? What about the chips?"

"As long as the balance of fate accepts it."

It sounded like an innocuous answer, but it made the merchant lady feel more at ease.

It can be exchanged for chips, which means that the star giants are mostly not from hell or abyss, not the kind of evil existence that eats people and does not spit bones.

At least now she is safe.

Once the deal is done, it's time to end.

She suppressed her inner excitement: "Great existence, if I still want to find you, how can I contact you?"

"I'll contact you in about a month. If I'm happy..."

That's the art of language, not saying it to death, but giving her a moody, inscrutable feeling.

In the final analysis, the two sides are not a subordinate relationship. Even if Mark has Miss Doll as his trump card at this time, how can the dice not show him the appearance of the other party. He is pretending to be a god, and the other party is also in a fog!

That being said, the dice probably won't give him trouble to cross the space to find each other.

If that's the case, there's no point in casually speaking harshly.

Well, the seeds were planted.

"Last question. Can you tell me your name?" Daisy asked in a low voice.

The star giant in front of her clenched his fists with his fingers crossed and pressed his lower lip. He smiled: "You can call me [Mr. Galaxy]! However, keep my name a secret."

Galaxy?

What is a galaxy?

This unfamiliar term made Daisy a little confused.

The short answer, along with the stars in the sky, began to quickly disappear in her vision, and the final sound of the last word became like the sunset bell from a distant church, ethereal and illusory.

The name was like an echo, reverberating in her ears, causing a circle of spiritual ripples in her chest.

right!

Such a strange, powerful, and omnipotent existence deserves such an unheard of mysterious title.

Daisy instinctively lifted her skirt, bent her knees, and gave a ladylike salute to the vanishing giant projection.

After regaining her senses, Daisy found that she had returned to the storage basement.

Two seconds later, there was a moving exclamation from the businessman.

"My God! If this is a rubbing copy that exists in the material world. I can even use it to become a regional chief priest in the Church of Fortune and protect the entire Storrs family."

But the merchant lady immediately became worried.

"What Mr. Galaxy is trying to do must not be so small."

With the vigilance unique to successful businessmen, she began to carefully calculate her own gains and losses...