[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Finally, the night guard of the Daily Planet was ready to hand over to the second shift, and the clock had reached 11 o'clock.

"I'm going to turn off the switch and turn on the night security system," the guard with a gun on his waist poked his head in from the door and said to Clark in the office, "If you still have work, you can't take it home do it?"

Although the Planet Daily is not a government agency or has many commercial secrets that cannot be disclosed like the Lex Group, as a newspaper with a complete classification, whether it is gossip about celebrities and politicians, serious social current affairs or various international events with wide-ranging implications, Reporters are basically following up, and if a lot of these materials are leaked before they are published in the newspapers, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble/trouble.

Therefore, the security and anti-theft system of the Planet Daily office building was also arranged at a high price. Unless a major emergency case needs to be followed up overnight, the building will be closed before midnight as usual.

Seeing that the lights downstairs and other computers in the office had been turned off, and the guard was a little impatient, Clark quickly stood up and stuffed the materials on his desk and the laptop into the rustic black messenger bag , before the guard turned off the power, take the elevator to the lobby on the first floor.

Before he went out, through the glass, Clark saw the man standing at the door of the Daily Planet building, and he froze in place.

In other words, it was not a human being, but an elf with pointed ears.

He was still wearing the white robe that he often wore, without a staff in his hand, and the wind blew up the white hem of the robe, revealing the leggings with pale golden dark patterns inside.

Obviously, just two days ago, the elf was standing here leisurely waiting for Clark to take him home, but at the same place, seeing the same person, Clark's footsteps stopped in place.

This time, it was Cyril who discovered him first.

The late autumn night was frosty and dewy, but the elf didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, and was refreshed by the night wind. Instead, he turned his head and smiled at Clark, as if he had known him for a long time.

"Why do you get off work later every day?"

Obviously thinking "Great, you're fine", but suddenly remembering that he is just a little reporter now, Clark pushed the black glasses frame, walked out along the revolving door, stood in front of Ciri, and asked Said: "Why are you here?"

Cyril's long golden hair was blown by the wind, and the strand on the front of his forehead brushed against the bridge of Clark's nose. The soft and cold touch made the big man in the suit tense up.

Cyril let her lock of hair continue to harass Clark, didn't say a word, just stared at him with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Clark was a little puzzled, "Is there anything you need to find me?"

"Yes," Cyril raised her head and thought for a while, "I've run out of milk, and I can't find the supermarket where I bought milk last time, so I came to ask you, I didn't expect you to be so busy."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, I felt a little inexplicable.

He remembered that he bought a lot of milk for this elf last time, why did he drink it up so quickly?

Also, although Cyril seems to be fine now, but after all, he just escaped from death, but instead of reporting his safety to his comrades who fought side by side with him at that time, he ran here in the middle of the night to find an unknown little reporter?

Clark lowered his head, his eyes swept across the elf's beautifully shaped lips, and then gambled around the smiling eyes of the other party.

The place on the bridge of the nose where the other person's hair brushed it became itchy, and his keen sense of smell picked up a faint smell inappropriately.

It's like the dew on the leaves in the forest in the morning, or like a small flower blooming on the edge of a green lake.

Cyril's body has a smell of nature, passing through the city's steel and iron frames and the car exhaust on the roadside, just like this, wrapping Clark's sense of smell, leaving the city in an instant, as if returning to the countryside of Kansas.

At that moment, the blessed Clark seemed to have found a reason for Cyril's abnormal behavior.

This elf, who has just arrived in the human world, may not have fallen in love with a little reporter named Clark Kent, right?

Clark shook his head, ashamed of the sudden thought.

What are you thinking!

If it is possible for Cyril to fall in love with Superman, how could he fall in love with an inconspicuous, ordinary Clark Kent?

But... Clark Kent found him a place to live, and even drank coffee with him, it seemed possible.

Cyril stood in the shadow cast by the big man, and looked at the constantly changing expressions on Clark's face with a smile, thinking it was very interesting.

He didn't know that Clark was always worried about his safety, and he didn't know that because Clark had been busy with work and couldn't find Superman, so he simply came here to wait for him, which would cause such a misunderstanding.

"What are you thinking, so interesting?"

Clark came back to his senses, and took a step back in embarrassment, "No, it's nothing, I was just thinking that my colleague just interviewed Superman this afternoon, and he talked about what happened this time... the one that Superman said The mage with him against the Beast Vandal conspiracy will be you, right? But Superman said he wasn't sure if the mage had died, so—"

"—So, I really want to drink milk, please, Mr. Kent." Cyril said.

Clark touched the back of his head and laughed: "Actually, you don't have to travel so far to find me. That brand of milk can be bought in many supermarkets in Metropolis. But we can go back together now, and take a walk by the way?"

Cyril nodded: "Okay."

The two walked one after the other, and Clark's eyes passed through Cyril's shoulders, and fell on the shadows of the two extending forward.

"Do you want to know why I didn't die." After walking for a while, Cyril suddenly said.

Clark looked at the top of the other's head and said honestly, "Yes, I really want to."

Cyril said unhurriedly: "In fact, we should all thank Superman, he saved me."

Clark was stunned: "Is it because Superman blocked the solar storm?"

Cyril deliberately kept it off: "It is, but it's not because of this."

Clark suddenly felt that the other party was a little hateful: "I can't understand you talking like this."

Cyril laughed, but didn't answer Clark's words.

The fact is that he had already turned into an energy body at that time, and since there was no resurrection point in this world, no matter whether the more than 30 billion people on the earth became undead, and whether the barrier he filled with his own energy was breached by the Lost Legion, everything There is no going back.

But when Superman absorbed the last bit of energy from the solar storm, Cyril heard the system beep.

[The perfect hero team mission chain has been completed, please check the rewards. 】

There are three rewards, the first is to teach a skill to teammates, the second is to drop a blueprint, and the third is to open the auction house.

It was the auction house that saved him.

Although the previous system could play the role of NPC, let Cyril sell some useless things for gold coins, buy some basic spell-casting materials and spend money to repair equipment, but those really rare materials and only special occupations can The props and so on that were made were not sold.At the same time, the potion produced by Cyril's full-level alchemy is only a little more expensive than the materials he used to sell to NPCs, but if it is sold from the auction house, it can make a small profit.

After checking the rewards from the system, Cyril, who was not short of money, directly bought a soul totem made by a shaman.

The soul totem contained his soul, and then borrowed the power of magical natural elements to reshape his body.

It's funny to say that this one-time totem only cost him 35 gold coins.

After all, in his original world, physical death is the most insignificant thing.In addition to being able to resurrect at the soul healer, which is the resurrection point, priests are not the only professions that can use skills or props to resurrect others. Light knights, shamans, and summoners can do it. Even dwarf engineers can create resurrection people through engineering. instrument.

Some creatures are extremely lazy. In order to save time while running, they even choose to commit suicide by jumping off the top of the mountain and then run the corpse instead of detouring dozens of kilometers from the mountain path to reach the destination.

The only thing that is rare is Superman, for him and for everyone to fight for this opportunity.

Cyril didn't tell Clark any of this.

Because he knew that Clark or Superman was hiding his secret identity from almost everyone. If he told these things to the little reporter who was still pretending, it would undoubtedly make Clark understand that his identity had been exposed.

Although they appreciate each other very much, they have only known each other for a few days.

Cyril didn't want to do such a disrespectful thing, and he didn't want Clark to feel uneasy because his identity was known by others.

But Cyril took out something from the backpack.

"This is a gift to thank you for bringing me to buy milk," Cyril threw the shrunken milk box into the trash can, and then said to Clark standing beside him, "If possible, I hope you Wear it all the time, it’s something that can save your life, don’t take it off at any time.”

Clark, who just convinced himself that the elf mage doesn't have a crush on the little reporter: "..."

Clark blushed and took the beads handed over by Cyril.

That orb is very small, no more than the size of the fingernail of an adult's little finger. It is blood-red and radiant. It feels smooth and cold to the touch. It can vaguely smell a mixture of blood and roses. From the perspective of people on Earth It should be worth a lot.

Clark felt that he should refuse. After all, even if the little reporter had helped the elf a few times, it was not worth the gift from the other party.

But his hand happily accepted it.

Watching Clark lower his head and say thank you, and then put the soul stone he bought from the auction house into his pocket, Cyril shook his head in dissatisfaction, reached out and took the soul stone out of Clark's suit pocket out.

Seeing that he was so absent-minded, he definitely didn't take what he said "you must carry it with you" to heart.

The elf took out the materials he used to practice tailoring proficiency from his backpack, threaded the soul stone with a thin silver thread, and signaled Clark to turn his head away.

Clark was still in a daze, when he felt Cyril's cool fingertips across his neck, his slender and dexterous fingers moved slightly, and tied the silver thread to a strong button at the back of his neck.

What does this mean?

Why give him a necklace?

What must be carried with you?

Clark's Adam's apple rolled, and he was at a loss for a while.

If Cyril knew what Clark was thinking, she would probably be very confused.

Because Clark is not like himself, he has a backpack that can hold a lot of things, giving a stick-shaped totem with a thick wrist and asking others to carry it with him, which is unrealistic and unsightly.

Not to mention the resurrection instrument the size of a bed built by the dwarven engineer, it's even more nonsense.