Acting as a sword, forced to "fall in the dark".

Diablo, the name that sounds like a devil, is like an arrow that has taken root in Polnareff's heart, and will never be forgotten.When facing such a demon, he made two mistakes that should not have occurred.

First, he investigated such a black organization that had completely penetrated into Italy alone, but failed to notify his partners in time.

Second, under the premise that he already knew the true face of the boss of this organization - he did not expect that this young man's ability was far beyond his imagination!

When you get hit by a demon and fall off a cliff, time seems to be stretched.The sound of falling through the air was like the whistle of a train running, whizzing past in his mind, and in just a moment, everything dissipated, even the pain of losing his legs, right hand and right eye disappeared.Just like the large white light left by the camera when taking pictures, it makes people unable to think for a short time.

But he was still alive. When he fell on a big rock under the cliff, he heard his own subtle, strong heartbeat, like drumming, ringing in his ears.Intense pain swept over the whole body, and every nerve seemed to be burned by a raging fire.He could feel that his blood was flowing out unscrupulously, and in a short while, he might shed the last drop of blood in his body and disappear into this world without a sound.

"Is there no hope of... defeating him..." The voice was so soft that even Polnareff himself couldn't hear it.Before his death was approaching, he was still thinking about ways to defeat the other party. In this despair, he wanted to pass his news to his partner.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff, he was a true knight, and his life was full of suffering.In the first half of his life, he set foot in Egypt to find the murderer who killed his sister, so as to meet the most important partner who is as precious as his own life.Even now, he fights to prevent the "arrow" from falling into the wrong hands and defeats evil.

At the end of his life, Polnareff seemed to return to the ups and downs and crises encountered in the yellow sand a few years ago, and he was a trusted partner who delivered life by his side.

But now, Polnareff, there is only one person.Could it be... is there really no way?Polnareff's empty gaze was fixed on the cliff to his evil incarnation.Only this time, he inadvertently noticed the silver-haired young man standing beside the demon at some point.

Polnareff's eyes were already blurred, but he felt as if he had seen such a child somewhere... Where was it...?

【Haha—I see, you guys are the kind of warriors who defeat big bosses in games, right? 】

【You ask me what is my name?Well, just call me Catfish Tail!Are some of you Japanese?Do you think my name is very familiar! ...Forget about the French and Indians over there, but you two high school students... I understand!Your history must be terrible! 】

【That's why I'm bored too. They basically think I don't exist. I really miss my brother—if he's here... No, I don't want it anymore, it's too dangerous here. 】

【I'm sorry, but I'm your enemy too.Please, you must work hard to defeat my immediate boss, so that I can be regarded as a trophy, and surrender to the enemy becomes yours! 】

[Of course, the premise of this sentence is to defeat me first.I won't show mercy, okay? 】

[Congratulations, you successfully defeated the big boss, do you need me to squat in the treasure chest as a prize... It hurts!What did you hit me for! 】

[...You ask my brother?That guy, how should I put it, is a very gentle child. 】

【Well, although I don't know where he is, I know that he is somewhere in this world. Sooner or later, I will find him. 】

The smile of the black-haired boy with high ponytail seems to be still in front of his eyes, but the blurred perspective can no longer become clear. Polnareff just smiled wryly in his heart... I seem to have found your brother, Cattail... …

When he uttered the name in his mind, even he himself didn't realize that an inconspicuous purple guard hanging under his clothes suddenly emitted a faint silver-white light.The silver-haired boy standing on the cliff, his gaze fell on the body that should have been a corpse.

Darkness covered the whole world. Polnareff didn't know how long he had been in a coma. The sound of the tsunami sounded in his ears. The cold sea breeze at night made Polnareff's body already unconscious, and even the numbness and pain disappeared. up.

He opened his eyes belatedly, and didn't see the expected scene of heaven or hell, but only met a pair of purple eyes full of doubt and confusion.The silver-haired boy blinked and said in a flat tone: "You are still alive."

Polnareff's breathing stopped for a moment—even if there was a cattail filter, he understood Diablo's evil better than anyone else, and he also understood that "weapon" had no self-like nature of obeying orders.Could it be that this child was Diablo's backhand in determining whether he was really dead? !

He obviously has the same face, but the silver-haired boy's face can only show the complete opposite inhuman coldness, only those pure and clean pupils seem to reveal some other emotions.

He seemed to have guessed Polnareff's question, or he was just explaining his current behavior to himself, "Boss thinks it's impossible for you to be alive, so he didn't give me unnecessary orders."

"No human being can live in a situation like yours." The silver-haired boy opened his hand, and the object that fell into the slender and beautiful palm was the purple guard that Polnareff was very familiar with. He asked, "This , where did you get it?"

Polnareff didn't answer. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't speak at all now. The position of his severed limb was not bandaged, but he didn't know why the bleeding had started to stop and no longer flow out.But in such a situation, he has no possibility of saving himself.

As if he didn't understand the current situation, the silver-haired boy waited for a while without getting an answer, and then glanced blankly at Polnareff who was lying on the ground, "...you can't talk?"

If it was Polnareff a few years ago, he would probably jump up holding his breath and point at him and complain, "Do you think I can talk now"-this kind of performance.

But Polnareff, who has indeed experienced countless times, has already matured and become vigilant, just closed his eyes, with a reaction of resigning himself to fate and letting himself be dealt with.

The silver-haired boy was silent for a while, then put the broken garrison back into Polnareff's arms, turned and left, leaving only a soft voice like a whisper to himself, "Wait a little longer, the tide will ebb .”

Polnareff's eyes widened in shock, and he looked incredulously at Wakizawa who had uttered the words of betraying Diablo, but only the slender figure from the back remained in sight.

Polnareff gritted his teeth and chose to believe the other party's words. After about half an hour, Polnareff no longer had the ability to calculate time. The sea water, which was originally high above the rocks, really looked like the other party's words The tide begins to ebb.

Regardless of whether it was a conspiracy or not, Polnareff couldn't let go of this opportunity. So what if he lost both legs and his right hand?He also has one hand, which he can use to crawl, and drag such a body out of here.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Polnareff struggled to crawl forward on the beach, the place where the guard was placed in his arms seemed to have a faint temperature, and even the pain in his body seemed to have been relieved .

This was the first time they met. After leaving the cliff, Polnareff was vigilant for a long time. He wanted to contact the outside world, but found that his identity had long since disappeared. Unable to contact his partner, he was isolated by the whole society.

He could only hide in an abandoned house in the countryside, keeping his name anonymous.

About a month later, when Polnareff was resting, he suddenly noticed a slight movement. Since being defeated by Diablo, the enthusiastic and lively knight seemed to have disappeared. He was vigilant about everything that happened around him. .

Polnareff kept breathing steadily. His stand-in, the Silver Chariots with only one hand left, suddenly appeared behind the outsider.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the moonlight, which was no longer blocked, shone into the room through the window, illuminating the body of the silver chariot, as well as the equally bright silver hair of the comer, "It's me." He said so.

Polnareff did not let down his vigilance, and the double did not disappear, "What are you doing here?!"

The silver-haired boy stood under the moonlight, and through the analysis in the body of the silver chariot, his eyes fell on Polnareff, "It seems that you can already speak."

After a month, the boy asked the same question again, "Where did you get that omamori?"

Polnareff frowned, subconsciously pressed the place where the guard was placed, "Why are you asking this?! Why should I tell you!"

The young man seemed to be overwhelmed by the question, completely out of Polnareff's expectation, and politely bowed slightly with Japanese etiquette, "Sorry, I was too sudden."

Then he left.

Polnareff: ? ? ?

After this time, about two months later, the boy no longer appeared suddenly, but knocked on the door seriously, and only entered the room with Polnareff's consent.Polnareff couldn't tell for a while whether it was the sudden appearance at night that frightened him, or whether it was more frightening to come in so politely in broad daylight when it was easy to be seen by others.

In his hand, the boy held a purple amulet of the same model as Polnareff's, which was almost identical but quite brand new. "Can I trade this with you?"

Polnareff refused indifferently, but he seemed to have grasped the feeling of having a conversation with the boy. He stopped him before the boy left, and asked, "Why do you want to know the answer so much?"

The boy blinked his eyes, turned his head, and replied in an empty tone: "I don't know, I just feel very familiar."

Polnareff held his breath, as if he realized what the sense of disobedience he had felt in this boy from the very beginning was.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-0823:25:37~2020-07-0913:02:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 140 bottles of Leaf Sand; 20 bottles of Moyuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!