The Sims: Heartbroken

He could feel that something was missing in him—it might be as small as a strand of hair, but it was important.

First of all, he was in a trance and couldn't concentrate... It took him three or four days to recover.

Second, he has a bit of a memory loss situation.

The more interesting point is that his full-level skills have been downgraded.

Painting, writing, violin, etc., all have varying degrees of relegation - this has little effect on him.

"..."

The prince of the God Realm propped his chin and looked at his dumbfounded expression, his expression was a little unclear. Unexpectedly, he didn't hide himself for three days.

He occasionally talked to ghosts and asked questions, and occasionally ghosts answered in a daze.

"You like red?"

"..."

"I think green is better."

"..."

"...Why didn't [Doomsday] come over at that time?"

The ghost moved its lips a few times, repeated Loki's question, and paused for a long time before answering.

"...I... don't want you to be eaten."

"It's really touching."

Loki seemed to sneer, but his eyes still fell on the ghost's eyes. He looked completely unbelievable, but got up again and sat down next to the ghost.

"You're really good at sweet talk, aren't you?"

The ghost with language skill level ten (full level lv99) shook his head honestly.

Can't blame him.

Who can he communicate with?

"You idiot."

"..."

Loki waved, and the golden cup beside him flew into his hand, which was already filled with wine.

He drank half of it, fell silent for a while, and put the cup into the ghost's hand.

"Drink it."

"..."

The somewhat silly ghost drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

...and then suddenly woke up.

"This is the wisdom given to you by the gods."

Lying on the sofa, Loki straightened his legs and kicked the ghost with a dazed face.

"...what else can you ask for?"

His eyes were deep.

"... small, boring, human delusions... I will wait and see."

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Refreshed.

That glass of wine seemed to have a propulsive effect... The soul that might have taken a week or more to recover recovered in one breath.

Ghost covered his head and sighed, "..."

He knew what kind of magic Loki used, which was very interesting, like sharing a small piece of energy through the exchange of bodily fluids, which just added fuel to his soul repair work... It is amazing to apply very inconspicuous magic so flexibly.

But he suddenly found that he couldn't remember the name of that magic.

He suddenly found that he couldn't remember many names clearly.

The details are vivid, like he knows the effects of the magic and how to use it, but he can't remember the name.

Specter rubbed his temples, looked at Loki who didn't seem to be paying attention to him, "...you are really a god of mischief."

Just a prank.

To piss off, to hurt, and to make amends, never over the top or obnoxious.

That seems to be the case in the myth...before he killed Baldr with the parasite.

It's not an evil god... It's not an evil god until it has done something irreversible.

The ghost can't tell whether he has done it or not.

Now he just wants to recall what he said in a daze.

Loki sat up, snatched the cup from the ghost, and directed the believer to pour himself wine... He seemed to have drunk a lot, and it was probably because he was uncomfortable when he lay down just now.

"My lord," read the ghost stick, "I'm going to have a headache tomorrow."

"leave me alone."

"Well, just drink if you want to drink."

The ghost also imitated Loki, crossed its imaginary legs, and sat face to face with Loki.

"It doesn't matter you... I just want to express my concern."

He waved his hand at the cork next to the bottle, muttered a short incantation, turned it into a cup, poured himself a glass, and raised the cup into his hand.

And Loki used a spell to call the wine glass at the beginning.

"...Show off."

"I didn't."

The ghost denied it, and just drank wine face to face with Loki, without any intention of getting closer, and it seemed that Loki didn't want to talk either.

If we talk at this time, maybe he can leave.

But the ghost wanted him to stay a little longer.

Looking at the big hole corroded by the red mist in the room, extending all the way to the door, Specter thought for a while, "...There are two holes here, which were burned out by the end of the day..."

"..."

"Let's compete who can fix it faster?"

Kind of childish.

Whatever, working alone is boring.

The god looked at him speechlessly, as if he had discovered his intention, raised his eyebrows after a while.

"...You're not only good at attacking and mischievous magic, are you?"

"Your use of aggressive tactics is worse than my brother." Loki rolled his eyes, and the hole near him has already been filled with the first layer, "I didn't say no to playing."

For a moment, the light and shadow effects (?) of the spell filled the room.

Loki's reaction is very fast, and almost every level of the showmanship uses different spells-he has also learned a lot of spells from other systems, which is useless when he is idle; Ghost is very well-behaved, it feels like a restoration Encyclopedia of magic, sorted alphabetically.

"I finished."

"Ah."

A little later than Loki, Specter nodded, and found that Loki was looking at him, and started applauding half a beat later.

"..."

"Congratulations?"

"...Ah, stupid human being, you are not proud of winning."

He muttered, with a drunken pink on his face, shifted his position, turned straight to the side of the ghost, dawdled a few times, and then stopped on the ghost's leg.

"……Quiet."

"..."

Uh?

Looking at the humanoid creature on its legs, the ghost guessed that Loki was indeed drunk.

A few strands of too long black hair scattered around his cheeks, giving an illusion of gentleness.

The ghost's fingers are a little around the corner.

He wanted to find a book to read, but the sound of turning the pages of the book was loud in the quiet environment, and he was afraid of waking up the god on his lap, so he had no choice but to give up.

...I don't know when, just leaning on the sofa and falling asleep.

When I woke up, there was no one in the room.

The ghost put the things back without any surprises, and didn't bother to find anyone—who knows if he was hiding and watching—but when he went out, he saw the god who was eating.

Wow, cohabitation for the first time in a long time.

Kind of like taking pictures...drawing.

Christ Luo glanced at him, he didn't seem to feel any discomfort, and he was still focused on enjoying his breakfast.

The ghost glanced at his food, and made sure that the guests had received a good treat for him. He probably had a vegetarian breakfast in the refrigerator. After thinking about it, he made a simple hangover soup.

The atmosphere is unexpectedly warm.

until the end of breakfast.

"--I want to leave."

I knew he wouldn't be that simple.

The ghost who washed the dishes for two people nodded without any surprise.

"So..." Loki draws out, "Love me."

The author has something to say: Ghost: ? ? ?Little prince, you know the rule of the game is that you fall in love with me, right?

Green has finished watching the four seasons, and is not going to watch five or six. I take back the foreword. The setting of this drama is great, and the emotional drama is hard to describe.

…Nick feels like he has become scumbag. When he was still in love with him, he wrote [-] fandoms. They are interested in poking my column.

I'm afraid Rocky will drag out ten chapters [laughing and crying]