[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Godric looked carefully.

The egg in front of him was the size of an adult man's palm, and it was much larger than any poultry eggs he had ever seen. It was black as a whole, and there were two silver borders in the middle, outlining an area that was darker. of black.Very strange, is black still divided into shades?

The young preparatory wizard frowned in confusion, and tentatively spoke to the egg: "Hello?"

The egg lay quietly on the velvet, like a finely crafted work of art, motionless.

Godric couldn't help but start to wonder: Could it be that the reason the egg rolled was because he just opened the box and didn't hold it firmly?

Just thinking about it, the egg rolled again.

"..."

In order to rule out the possibility of trembling hands, Godric carefully placed the wooden box on the ground—there was no other furniture in the hotel except the bed, and he greeted again: "Nice meeting, my name is Godric Gran Fendor is a cavalry... a wizard who doesn't know magic yet, what about you?"

The egg didn't move at all.

Godric stared at it suspiciously for a while, finally picked up his uncle's letter again, and looked at the second half.

Well, I can be sure now that this large paragraph of text is indeed teaching him to hatch eggs.

There are requirements for temperature and humidity, and it must be carried by the human body. It is completely impossible to find a hen and the like, and... "When you really know who you want to be, the egg will hatch"?

It has to be said that this is a simple era.

After a thousand years, when you see this sentence full of idealism, you will probably subconsciously complain and doubt it?But at this time, Godric believed everything and thought hard about it. ——Of course, the achievement of this effect is inseparable from the atmosphere created by Owen and Godric's disposition.

Is it a knight?

The God of Darkness was once on a journey, and had the honor to meet Artoria Pendragon, the knight king of Great Britain in a certain world, and Diarmuid Odina, the chief warrior of the Knights of Fiona in Ireland, although both of them are worthy of the title The tragedy is gone, but because the beauty is torn apart for others to see, the noble brilliance can be immortal, isn't it?

The contradiction of human beings is that they all yearn for happy endings, but they will remember those sad endings more. The shining pearls that touch people's hearts and shine in human history often have deep and visible scars.

Humility, Honesty, Compassion, Valor, Justice, Sacrifice, Honor, Spirituality.

The eight virtues of knighthood.

It is precisely because of adhering to this virtue that King Arthur fell in the battle of Camlann; it is precisely because of adhering to this virtue that Diarmuid died at the mercy of the monarch Finn; it is precisely because of adhering to this virtue that Godric is well known Owen pushed the way of the wizard and danced in the palm of the dark god.

But don't worry-

"I am a good person."

Elan murmured, and sent himself a good person card without blushing.

"Bah bah."

The little mare Jasmine snorted disdainfully, turned her head away, and pointed the back of her head at the boy.

The level of productivity in the Middle Ages was low, and people who worked and rested almost all day had little time to entertain or leave their homeland. No one passed by for a long time around the hotel, and naturally no one saw this godlike horse who seemed to be acting on its own. Horses.

You said Elan?

Of course it's hidden.

After meeting Godric and having the idea of ​​hooking up, Elan first started with the little mare Jasmine, and learned that the other party had an uncle, and then found the messenger who occasionally contacted, and got some news and information from the other party. Based on the pieced together portrait, the target character Owen was found—to the Dark God's surprise, Owen turned out to be a wizard.

interesting.

At that moment, Elan had the idea of ​​giving up: If fate was allowed to follow the original trajectory, would the uncle and nephew meet on the battlefield?On the one hand, there are Templars who are proud of the Holy See, and on the other hand, one of the backbone of the wizards. Godric's expression when he sees his uncle will definitely be very delicious.

How about letting them go one-on-one?

Elan eventually dismissed the idea.

If that's the case, he doesn't know how long it will take before he can participate in the wizard's actions, and his current progress is already much behind Phil.

So, what reason is better to strike up a conversation with Owen?

After thinking for a while, the Dark God made up his mind.Elan easily hypnotized the wizard, and got the deepest obsession in his heart: revive the Gryffindor family, which once stood at the top of the White Wizard, but is now declining.

Owen's full name is Owen Gryffindor.

Yes, in Owen's impression, the first meeting with Elan was actually the second time.

This is a very tricky operation, a god-specific attack skill - the specific steps are as follows:

First of all, hypnotize the target, pull out all the basic information of the other party, including hobbies, ideal interpersonal relationships, etc.; Have targeted conversations.

The target of the conversation may have the following ideas: he can read minds; he has a deep relationship with my ancestors/some relatives; he and I have a special affinity...

To put it simply, it is to restart the RPG halfway through, and the known information can help you avoid many detours.

——Elam style to apply what you have learned.

By the way, regarding the black egg, there should have been red hearts in the center separated by silver lines, but the god who made it felt wrong and painted it out with black.The shape and characteristics of this egg are also the result of applying what you have learned, combining the technical book "Scientific Chicken Raising Encyclopedia" and the comic "Guardian Sweetheart".

Oops.

The painting style is clear and strange.

Let's focus our attention on the small hotel room again.

Godric read Uncle Owen's letter over and over again, and his eyes stayed on the egg again.

According to his uncle, his current situation is a "squib"—that is, he was born in a wizarding family, and at least one of his parents is a wizard, but he can't learn magic. If he wants to wake up Gryffindor's castle, he must first become a A wizard, even if he doesn't know any magic, must be able to release magic power.

And the key to breaking the game lies in this egg.

As long as it can hatch, the problem will be solved.

Although he didn't know where his uncle's confidence came from, Godric didn't doubt that even though the Holy See was vigorously cracking down on wizards, it also implanted the magic of wizards deeply into the hearts of the clergy—with Godric's half-knowledge From the young man's point of view, wizards seem to be omnipotent, with all sorts of unimaginable means.

Even if hatching eggs is included in this method, it's not difficult to understand... right?

Godric looked at the egg quietly lying on the velvet with a complicated expression. He always felt that its position had changed slightly from before, and he was not sure if it was his own illusion. Finally, he sighed and put the egg on the velvet. Wrap it up and carefully place it close to your chest.

Maybe he should walk with the shield in his hands, otherwise he would be hit head-on, and the consequences would be disastrous—well, it was just a joke.

Godric was confident that he could dodge in time, not to mention that he was riding on a horse most of the time during the journey.Now he is struggling with another problem: what to do with his uncle's body?

Maybe it was negligence, or maybe it was all the energy and thoughts that were spent waiting for Goldek's arrival, but Owen didn't explain it.Owen may not care, but Godric is unwilling to deal with it hastily. Before dark, he found the carpenter in the town. The knight's sword kindly given by his companions obviously made the carpenter mistake him for a big man, and he expressed with trepidation that he would use it. The fastest speed and the best workmanship to build the wagon he needs.

Even so, it will have to wait until tomorrow.

That night, Godric stayed in the small room where his uncle Owen lived. Although it was chilling to be in the same room with the corpse, Godric felt warm just thinking that this was his uncle who loved him.

Moreover, with me is this egg that I don't know what will hatch, isn't it?

"Let me give you a name first."

Godric thought for a while, then smiled and said, "If it's a boy, I'll call it Lucky, if it's a girl, I'll call it Blanca, how about it?"

The egg popped out of his chest and gave him a hard hit.

Godric, hit the street.

The next day.

The carpenter cautiously delivered the carriage made by his neighbors to a strange young and distinguished guest, his gaze involuntarily slipped to the guest's right eye and then quickly withdrew.There, there was a huge, very unnatural...faux dark circle.

"Thanks a lot."

Lovingly stroking the neck of his beloved horse, Godric placed his uncle's body on the carriage and said worriedly, "Are you still used to it, Jasmine?"

The black horse took two steps forward, pulled the carriage, and nodded to its owner in a very humane way.

Godric stepped on the back of his beloved horse, his face was handsome and full of vigor under the rising sun, the blond boy pressed his chest with one hand very predictably, and then said: "Let's go, Jasmine, lucky." ——Yes, Godric thinks it must be a boy who will be slapped in the face.

The little mare circled twice in place, almost messing up the rope around her body, and then she took a step forward in doubt, and walked forward.

Strange, where is the guy who always bullies it?

Jasmine naturally didn't know that the black-haired boy had shrunk down and slept in the egg.