A Bouquet for Rocky [Comprehensive British and American]

In the night wind, the white-haired magician turned his head to look. The god of trickery was wrapped in his cloak. Compared with his big brother, he was almost thin. He looked like a flat boat in the torrent of night. .

"You haven't done anything yet."

Eve said: "Besides, judging from the current situation, your magic power is simply not enough to burn the entire earth."

Even if the magic power is restored, it will be difficult, let alone the current situation where the magic power is interrupted.

This heart-pounding statement made the God of Tricks laugh: "Even though I don't know much about prophecy-type magic, the future is not as described by you."

"Will you want to destroy the earth after you get the Holy Grail?"

The magician frowned and thought, "It won't do you any good."

"The future and prophecies don't work that way either."

Loki shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether you think about it or not, whether it is beneficial or not, the prophecy is what comes into being and cannot be avoided no matter what."

Eve recollected this statement, and she knew nothing about Animsfia's observation method. Calculating the future has never been a direction that Einzbern is good at, let alone that it comes from fate. Proclamation of the Goddess.While she was thinking, she wrapped herself in a blanket and sneezed in the night wind.

Loki moved aside in disgust, this guy really wanted to get out as soon as he could, and climbed out of the skylight in the middle of the night without wearing a cloak.The god of trickery shared half of his cloak in a condescending posture, and took the magician who was more than one size smaller than himself into his side. Under the obviously white wrists were light blue blood vessels, and the pulse was in the skin. Agitate steadily.

He lifted that arm, and the Command Seal on the back of his hand was bright red.

That's all about the connection.Short-lived artificial humans and gods with a life span of thousands of years, through an accident, a magic, a war to establish a short, shallow fate that can be peeled off at any moment.

"Don't you want to live longer?"

After a long time, Loki suddenly said: "Compared with ordinary people in the atrium, you should be more compatible with magic power. The thin atmospheric magic power in the atrium is a kind of loss for you. If you move to a mana with a higher concentration of mana If you live in a higher place, you should be able to live longer in theory."

— Like Asgard.

He is the strongest magician in the Nine Realms, and his mother is the wisest goddess of love. If he is willing, even if he solves Einzbern's human body alchemy from the beginning, he may not find a way to prolong his lifespan.

There was not much heat from the physical contact, and the temperature of the fingertips of the God of Conspiracy was lower than expected. Fortunately, the cloak with the protection of Rune blocked most of the cold wind. Eve thought for a moment, shook shook his head.

"It doesn't make sense, Caster."

The magician said softly: "Maqili Zorgen has lived for 500 years. From a dream chaser who wanted to save mankind at the beginning, he has become an old man with a twisted mind and only to survive and continue his life. You know me I mean, Caster, human souls are consumed by time, and artificial humans are the same, forcing the soul to endure time beyond the limit is just another form of decay."

Unlike the lifespan of the body, the wear and tear of the soul is a difficult problem that magic cannot avoid.

Loki opened his mouth, wanting to say that if magic doesn't work, magic is always possible, and he thought of Kadafels who was cursed by the incomplete third law, that guy was lingering in the world, looking for eternal life or quick death , even any one of them can bring him relief at the time of life and death.

The artificially created soul will only last for a shorter time.

Of course, he can also selfishly strip the soul from the body to change its state, like that Strange's cloak can maintain mental stability for a long time, but this has nothing to do with the alienation of the soul caused by Matou Zouken The difference is just changing the rot of letting the soul into a lifelike specimen by soaking it in formalin.

Both, no difference.

He looked at the calm magician with a vicious voice, and the damned expression on the other side made him even angrier: "Pray as much as possible for me to last longer in the fleeting time, ants in the courtyard! Before you die I will definitely take you out and make a core for a new wand! There is only so little use left for that ridiculous magic furnace core!"

Still not relieved after saying this, he stared fiercely at those red eyes: "Or you don't even deserve to be a wand at all, you just get ready to be sewn into a cloak!"

Why is he angry again.

I really want to ask Saul why.

The magician circled his knees to minimize the surface area: "I thought you would choose to make a gemstone pendant with a soul or something."

Loki stared: "You still want to pick?"

Eve shrank her neck: "Isn't this the right topic to talk about? I just wanted to make a joke..."

Time will continue to trickle with an unstoppable attitude.

Whether as an Asa god, a frost giant, or an Asgardian, his life will go to a long end step by step. In contrast, the life scale of an artificial human is just as short as a heartbeat.In the long and endless life in the eyes of human beings, the time that is forcibly bound together by the magic power of Command Seals is even more insignificant.

"If there is such a day."

Loki's eyebrows jumped, and this guy actually dared to think about this topic: "I should be a very useful magic dress. Mr. El-Mello used to envy my comprehension speed and magic power." So, it is definitely at the top level in the clock tower."

"Compared to a group of ants in the courtyard, it makes you feel very proud?"

The god of trickery spoke sarcastically: "And you just sent your soul out so simply and casually?"

"Many people in the human race will choose to sign an organ donation agreement while they are alive, hoping that they can help others after death, or promote the advancement of medicine or something..."

The magician leaned against the green cloak, his white hair clinging to the black one: "Probably because of the shortness of life, this kind of thought came into being. I hope I can help you after I leave... You don't understand this." it does not matter."

He really doesn't understand, but it's still very profitable to pick up a heart that doesn't contain abomination and is equipped with a useful heart.But no matter how you think about it, you can count yourself as a steady profit, but you still feel as if there is a piece of empty space, and you are still losing money.

"Then you have to sign a magic agreement. Regarding the ownership of the soul after death, there is nothing to prove it."

Rocky said stiffly: "Then maybe I can pick a favorite carrier in the wand core and cloak, and the gemstone pendant is also fine, if I can find a suitable stone in the near future. Maybe I will use it in a few hundred years. The dress of your soul is doing evil everywhere, spreading the prophecy's infamy throughout the Nine Realms, and you will kill thousands of people along with it."

"No, I will definitely stop you at that time."

said the magician firmly.

"...that sounds good too."

Loki sighed.

"If it's a gemstone pendant, I prefer red."

"Don't even think about it, red doesn't suit me at all."

"My eyes are this color. Before, the teacher joked that if I can reach the color position (Brand) magician one day, I can pick a favorite color and it can be red."

"Impossible, only that idiot Saul is suitable for this color. If you insist, maybe I will give the final gift to Saul."

Eve imagined a big blond man, he should definitely not use magic to fight: "Okay, you won, just pick the color you like."

He would probably choose emeralds, just like Asgard in the dream, those shining green roses that bloomed all over the garden.

Like a pair of green eyes.

... except that those eyes are now spitting out anger.

Loki took a deep breath, pulled out a dagger from his palm, and roughly grabbed a lock of the magician's hair and cut it off.

"...?!"

Facing the doubts of the other party, he explained viciously: "This is an insurance measure to prevent the soul from belonging to others. After all, you are a fool who will send your soul out casually... I will wait until you die. , this soul is mine, don’t even think about using magic to interfere with yourself.”

The God of Trick condescendingly pronounced that a man-made soul should become his own, and ordered angrily like a supplementary explanation: "Now, use your furnace core that will be scrapped at any time and the soul that has already belonged to me to generate some The magic comes out."

They exchanged a kiss.

The transfer of magic power stumbled intermittently. Rather, what the other party cared about was not at all the magic power that was better than nothing for a god.

Without activating the extraordinary magic of multi-element ensemble, as the number one magician in the Nine Realms, the magic power that Einzbern can provide is actually comparable to the power that can be drawn from the leylines.In the case where the transmission speed is not required, it is a wiser choice to absorb the leylines.

One hand pressed the back of the head, and the other pinched the magician's shoulder blade tightly.Eve opened her eyes slightly. Apart from the transfer of magic power, what the other party passed on was almost certainly an emotion called sadness.

"Anyway, you don't understand anything, maybe it's because of this that you can die without hesitation."

There was a short gap for the opponent to breathe, and Loki said through gritted teeth: "Creatures like ants should die without knowing anything."

——What are you sad about?

"Anyway, it's just the Holy Grail War, and you'll be completely useless once you capture the cauldron of magic power! That's what a guy born as a tool for the Holy Grail War should be like!"

— This is my birthright!

—Your birthright is to die on the steps of Jotunheim.

The smell of blood spreads between the lips and teeth with magic power, conveying a slight tingling pain.I don't know if this emotion is aimed at the self who has been neglected in front of the throne of Asgard for thousands of years, or at the soul that seems to wither in the next second but is still indifferent to it.

"It's great to be able to participate in the Holy Grail War."

The magician let out a low sigh, as if he had really fulfilled the mission of his life.In the next second, she was knocked unconscious in the opponent's arm, and the last image left before her vision completely dimmed was a pair of green eyes with reddish edges.