Assassination career from full level

"foot."

The sound from the darkness in front made Crick hover in mid-air on the foot he was about to step on, and he fell backwards with an unstable center of gravity, his hands flapping in the air like a drowning man, Although he tried to maintain his balance through this method, the effect was obviously not ideal, and Crick sat down on the ground.

"Ingram! Don't scare me!" Crick yelled aggrievedly.

The upper body was lying on the glass box, and the silver-haired boy who fell into a deep sleep with his arms on his pillow opened his eyes, as if the whole world was lit up by those pupils that looked like the surface of a winter lake, and the eternal light in the whole room literally The meaning is generally lit up, and what is displayed in front of Crick is that although he has seen it countless times, even he watched the room built by Ingram bit by bit, but no matter which time, no matter when, every time When he saw it, his eyes widened, and he couldn't take his gaze away from it.

This Baroque secret room actually has its own name. When Baroque scholars had not abandoned it and were still working and researching here, it was still called Flanders. Majestic, compared to the Eisley Golden Palace in the holy city of Selman, it is not too much-at least not too much in terms of area.

At this time, the place where Ingram is located is the center of the entire Flanders, the most spacious and magnificent hall in the entire palace, where a Baroque pearl regarded as the treasure of the Baroque school was once enshrined. In the heyday of the school, there used to be It accommodates 800 people holding hands to form a huge circle for strange sacrifices. Men and women wear black and white robes, and the shadows reflected on the wall overlap and separate due to the walking of the human body and the flickering of the fire.

But now there is nothing here. The baroque pearl placed in the center of the hall before has been thrown away by Ingram. I don't want Creek to call it a glass coffin - but if that's not enough to shock Creek, it will feel empty at most, but at this time, this empty hall that can accommodate 800 people dancing at the same time was completely destroyed. Kind of stuff to fill.

Magic formula.

If Crick were to describe it, this overwhelming magic formula is like a swarm of dark insects densely attached to the blue-gray stone wall, so complicated that it makes people impatient to distinguish one by one. When you look at something huge and magnificent, you will be amazed and praised from the bottom of your heart, but the complicated magic formula here will give you a chilling feeling just by looking at it, but this feeling is fleeting, as if you are quietly Seeing the shadow of a ghost in the mirror at a glance is like a shock and a chill on the back of the neck, but this kind of shock disappears after you confirm that it is your own vertigo.

"I told you not to come here if you have nothing to do, Crick." Ingram raised his head, and glanced at Crick sleepily, his voice was dry and hoarse due to high fever and long sleep, with a touch impatience.

"I'm bored."

Crick stuck out his tongue, stood up, and then stepped on his toes in the narrow gap of the magic formula like hopscotch, just jumping over a little bit-this is not much for Crick every day One of the entertainments - Ingram looked at Crick's actions and frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. For him now, just talking is very tiring, so he gradually learned Don't say useless words and shorten what you have to say.

Although the magic formula drawn by Ingram is quite complicated, Crick has come several times and is already quite familiar with it, so he has used it for an hour at the beginning and was burned off a leg record, gradually to the basic It took only 10 minutes to reach the safe area near Ingram's glass box, but today Crick seemed to want to increase the difficulty, so he chose a relatively long way.

"Where's En'anke?" Ingram asked, supporting his heavy head. He was very uncomfortable today. He didn't want to deal with this energetic and curious baby, so he had to hope that Enanke would take him quickly. Walk.

"Fall asleep, Enanke fell asleep after coaxing me to sleep, but I didn't actually sleep," Crick stood on tiptoe in the blank space of the circle, and suddenly looked up at Ingram, somewhat Curiously asked: "By the way, Ingram, why did you cut your hair?"

"...it's a hassle," Ingram said. "It's so long, it keeps dragging on the ground and doing tricks."

Crick showed a regretful expression. He felt very sorry. It was the first time he saw a person with silver hair. Ingram's hair was long and beautiful, but because he refused to take care of it, it looked messy. So combing and braiding Ingram’s hair—actually for fun—is one of his daily pastimes, but now Ingram’s silver hair has been cut off shoulder-length, and it’s not a good cut at all, with the edges like a dog. Crick was of course very disappointed.

"Why did Ingram draw so many spells all of a sudden?" Crick jumped a step to the right, seemed to be a little unsteady, waving his hands desperately and shaking, finally stabilized, and then asked: "Did you find ...Is that what... the way to the root?"

"Hmm." Ingram leaned against the glass box and snorted weakly, as a sign of agreement. His sleepy eyes looked at Crick's jumping toes in a daze, as if the next second Going to sleep.

Crick looked very surprised: "Really? My brother asserted that you must not find the way to the root. How did you find it? Are these spells you use to get in touch with the root?"

Ingram shook his head: "These spells have nothing to do with the root."

Crick knew that Ingram didn't want to talk too much after he was sick. Although he didn't like to play with himself when he was not sick, it was much better than the current sluggish look. Crick didn't like to see other people sluggish. , It was like this before his mother died. Although Enanke told him that Ingram would not die, Crick didn't believe it. He said the same to his mother Enanke at the beginning, but her mother died in the end.

In the last jump, Crick successfully landed beside Ingram. He happily ran to Ingram's side and grabbed Ingram's sleeve: "Ingram, let's play...Ingram? "

Ingram lowered his eyelashes, and was indifferent to Crick's excited eyes. He now only feels that his brain has melted into water. As long as he moves a little, something will shake in his brain, and the liquid in his brain is oppressive. Looking at his own eyeballs, the sweat from his body almost soaked the white robe on his body, and even his consciousness was as blurred as if soaked in hot water.

"Elf..." Ingram suddenly said.

"Elf?" Crick tilted his head and looked at Ingram.

"I hate elves," Ingram looked up at the dome of the hall: "There is an elf outside, an elf with an orc tribe, if you kill that elf, I will play with you."

Crick's eyes lit up: "Really? Will Ingram's illness get better soon?"

Ingram didn't speak, just nodded.

Crick jumped up happily: "Then I'll go find that elf!"

Ingram just watched Crick run and jumped out happily, the uncomfortable feeling hit again, the blood vessels on his temples throbbed suddenly, his tinnitus screamed, he turned over and lay on the ground and retched , but he couldn't vomit anything, his stomach had been empty for a long time, but tears were squeezed out by the retching movements.

——But you can't die, as long as you can't die, it's no big deal.

"Jill, Ingram lied..."

Ingram sobbed, but, of course, no one would answer him.

"Why is this happening? I obviously hate others lying to me. I am afraid that I will not be able to see through other people's lies, and I am afraid that I will be used by others, but now I can actually lie to others, and I can also use others."

Ingram smiled. If it was before, he would never have such a smile on his face. It was a very bitter smile. At least this kind of bitter smile would not appear on a child whose mind is only seven years old. face.

"However, Ingram really hates elves, this is indeed true," Ingram stood up, and then walked towards the place where the spell was still blank, of course he didn't have to jump around like Crick , he could just cast Levitate and walk over directly - the privilege of a magician - he picked up the pen and ink that was placed in the corner yesterday, and then started to draw the spell: "Ingram has been thinking about Jill, after all In addition to these things, there is nothing else to do-then Ingram remembered a question Jill asked me before. Jill asked Ingram whether the dead can be resurrected. I told Jill that the dead are Can't be resurrected, and then Jill laughed, and Jill said, it's great not to be resurrected."

The hall was so quiet that the sound of Ingram's brush strokes on the ground could even be heard.

"It's not some friend that Jill wants to resurrect, but Jill himself?"

Ingram said lightly, dipping the pen in his hand into the pitch-black ink that was placed in the bottle on the side. The ink was made by Ingram himself, because he could not get any precious materials to make the ink, so the ink Most of the materials used come from the blood and organs of the human body. Usually, this kind of ink is used to write the magic formula of necromancy. Although it does not have a big impact on Ingram, but-Ingram really does not care. He really wanted to recall the process and scene of making these inks. Now he somewhat understood why necromancers used very orthodox magic and magic formulas, but were still rejected by most magicians.

"I used to think that fever would be confusing, but now I don't think so. Although I don't know why, Ingram figured out a lot of things. Why did I think these things were unrelated in the first place? What about it? Everything in the world is related, and everything leads to a result—"

Ingram looked up in the direction of the glass box. Through the blurred vision that could not be focused, Ingram stared at Jill, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

"That's death, the end, everything in this world, whether it's Dad, Anvent, Riles, Xiaoyao, the root, the crown of ten, the demons, and those elves — even Ingram himself — we killed Jill together, it was a huge murder that no one knew about, so I hate all of them... no..."

Ingram suddenly thought of something, he froze on the spot, stopped writing, and said in a daze: "Xiao Yao knows, it knows that Jill will die... that elf also knows, that elf named Claire You know, she told Jill...that's what they talked about...so Jill knows, and Jill knows she's going to die?"

"why?"

Ingram showed a confused expression, and he stretched out his hand in the direction of the glass box, as if trying to grab something.

"Why, Jill? Why, leave me alone?"

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