Assassination career from full level

Before the last snow fell at the end of January, there was a certain panic in the whole of Delphi. The incident about Ingram ended with the destruction of nearly half of the Duchy of Inside as the price. In fact, Xiao Yao was already very Dutifully controlled the destruction caused by taking out the holy sword within Flanders. The loss of the Principality of Inside basically came from the ground collapse caused by the collapse of Flanders. It seems that even the Principality of Inside itself did not realize it. It was too late to realize that such a magnificent palace existed under the territory of his own country, and it was basically completely destroyed because of the removal of the holy sword.

Later, because of the intervention of the Papal State and Xiaoyao's inexplicable deception, this incident was so inexplicably perfunctory. Because of Engel's sudden help, not only did it not end in a dead end, it is better to say that all the living people escaped from this catastrophe, and Weislas naturally brought his troublesome son and deeds. Jill, who was like a gift, returned to Selman. Xiao Yao cut off the only divinity he wanted because of the crisis, so he naturally felt boring. The demon queen, I don’t know where to go to play. Its only gain is that it can actually see the resurrection of the dead without the help of gods. As for Hansel, Gretel, Katerina and others. Cecil's four living humans were fished out by Engel, who was about to move, and even the so-called immortal filthy people were all wiped out on this land. It's hard to imagine how terrifying the divinity is.

Jill woke up at the end of February, just in time for the last and busiest day of grand celebrations throughout Middelphi to welcome the New Year, and in fact he felt he should He was woken up by the noisy noises in Aisley's Golden Palace. After he looked blankly at the walls and ceilings that exuded the color and smell of gold, he once thought he was still dreaming, and then subconsciously went to himself. Looking around for weapons, of course, found nothing but a table knife.

"Good evening, Mr. Jill," a girl with purple eyes broke in unceremoniously. She looked Jill up and down with a smile, then lifted up her skirt, and performed a simple courtesy of the same generation, and then Say, "My name is Elizabeth, but I'd be happier if you could call me Elizabeth."

"...Where am I?"

"It's such a boring question," the girl named Elizabeth put her hands on her hips and sighed, but her eyes were full of pride that couldn't be concealed: "Every inch of the Golden Palace is covered with gold, except for the holy city of Selman. There is no other place in the whole universe outside of the Eisley Golden Palace, right?—Do you want to take a deep breath? This is the most precious air in the world, right?"

"No..." In fact, when Jill heard that the air in the Golden Palace was covered with gold dust, he inexplicably felt that the place must be full of strange smells of metal—although ordinary human senses could not detect it at all— But compared to this, he cared more about why not only did he not die, but he also appeared in the Papal State, which was thousands of miles away from the place where he lost his memory.

"I know what you want to ask, but it's a long story, and I didn't come here to chat with you, I'm right outside the door, please change your clothes and come to me directly," Elizabeth said. He was about to walk out of the room with a smile, when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "However, you don't need to bring that table knife, Mr. Jill, no one will kill people in the Golden Palace."

Jill shrugged, replaced the knife that had slid out of her sleeve, and started changing.Elizabeth stood outside Jill's room door as promised to lead him the way. Although she acted like an ordinary maid, she was different from the maids she met along the way who rushed back and forth with a variety of things in their arms. Dressed more like the youngest daughter of a certain nobleman, she was stuffing sugar into her mouth all the way. When Jill helped the passing maid to fix the plate that was about to fall for the third time, Elizabeth finally spoke with interest. up.

"You are really kind, as long as you avoid it? Anyway, once there is a banquet, it is common to break hundreds of plates."

"Usual things..." Jill pressed her forehead helplessly, and once again fully experienced the gap between rich and poor: "Why do you want to hold a banquet? What day is it now? If it has snowed in the south, it won't happen now." Is it the beginning of January already?"

"Actually, it's the end of February, so you understand? Today is the last day of the Snowfall Festival. In order to welcome the spring, we will hold a banquet," said Elizabeth, who suddenly remembered something and laughed again: "Say Looks like this is your [-]th question right? You didn't ask Ingram all [-] questions, very good very good job Mr Gill if I told him that he would cry again , then I won’t be bored again today.”

"Actually," Jill sighed, "I wouldn't dare ask Ingram what happened."

"Is this the killer's intuition?" Elizabeth laughed: "He's really accurate, Mr. Jill, believe me, you absolutely don't want to know what happened during the period when you... well, lost your memory ……Here we are."

Elizabeth stopped at last at a door.

"Where is this?" Jill keenly noticed that there seemed to be fewer people here.

"If you're asking...this should be Ingram's room..." Elizabeth had a subtle expression on her face.

"Is it...?"

"Because I don't think this thing can be called a room."

Elizabeth said, still pushing away Jill, unceremoniously pushed the door of Ingram's room. Jill thought that Elizabeth opened the door so unceremoniously because he was not important. Character, now it seems that she may be the same to everyone's door, this thought just flashed, and then was randomly occupied by other things.

Creator, Jill swears he's never seen a messier room.

"Ingram is asleep," Elizabeth shrugged, "Don't look at me like that, my ability is to read your mental state, otherwise how dare I push the door like this without any scruples?— —However, you are the one who is in such trouble, our little Highness may not be obediently sleeping on the bed, so happy treasure hunting, Mr. Jill."

With that said, Elizabeth slammed the door behind Jill.

Jill stared at the messy room that seemed to have been destroyed by a hurricane for three seconds, and finally couldn't help laughing.

For some reason, he felt extremely happy.

"Gooooo..." There was a faint voice coming from the quilt piled up with books and pillows that had been ripped open to reveal bird feathers on the rug by the fireplace, and sleeping in it would be disturbing no matter how you looked at it. A snow-white hand stretched out from under the suffocated three-layer quilt, which looked quite like the scene of a tragedy.

"Jill?" came a muffled voice from under the quilt.

"Are you the pea under the princess quilt? What are you doing there?" Jill walked over dumbfounded, and reached out to hold the hand at the scene of the tragedy. inside, and hold it slowly.

"Gooooo... Jill, you're awake."

Ingram slid out of the quilt like a fish, as if he wanted to see Jill clearly from the too dazzling light, half-closed his blue eyes, and when he was sure that the person in front of him was indeed Jill, he reached out and hugged Jill. Jill's neck, dragging Jill under the covers.

For a moment, Jill felt like a beautiful girl being preyed upon by a mermaid, because in the fairy tales he had read, the mermaid preyed almost in this way. Although it was a cruel hunting picture, when two beautiful girls embraced each other There is a kind of beautiful and strange lingering in time, and the painter probably found some strange inspirations from it, so there are quite a few paintings of this subject. However, Jill thought that the quilt must be heavy and crowded, but he did not expect that after entering, here It turned out to be a pitch-black space. Looking up, there were scattered lights like stars.

"Where is this place?"

"The imaginary number space," Ingram lazily replied, "isn't it common for magicians to suddenly take out something from mid-air? The imaginary number space is where these things are stored, but this kind of magic depends on talent. If there is no talent, You may not be able to reach the edge of the imaginary number space in your life, but if you are talented... Jill has heard of it too. There is a little girl who can make him disappear completely by gazing at an object. She is naturally able to contact imaginary numbers. Space type."

"But talent isn't a problem for you, is it?" Jill snorted softly.

At first I thought that Ingram would be the same as before, with a child's unique proud tone, saying something like 'of course', but no, Jill felt a little strange, so he turned his head to look over, Ingram Gram was lying on his back, staring at the stars above (or below?) the imaginary space with sleepy eyes. This was the first time Jill had woken up and looked at Ingram seriously. His hair was cut short, originally It looks a bit malnourished, and it seems that it has lost a lot of weight, and it is not like before. It is a white robe that is casually worn, but rather expensive clothes, but it seems that it is because of sleeping For one reason, it looks crumpled.

——As long as this guy dresses well, he will look like a dog like his father.Jill couldn't help but think so.

"Jill really doesn't ask anything."

"what?"

"Why are you here, what happened, how did you come back to life, etc."

"I'm really dead..." Jill sighed: "Then there's no need to ask. There must be nothing good. Riles must be dead. If you can find me, Maklia probably won't be much better. Go, even though I don't know much about magic, you must have found a way to get in touch with the root in order to revive me, and then caused a lot of trouble... probably like this."

"Goo..." Ingram flattened his mouth, and there was an aggrieved sound that had nothing to do with his beautiful noble face.

"It seems to be all hits." Jill smiled bitterly.

Ingram sat up angrily, then put his hands on top of Ingram, his silver hair hung down, covering Jill like a small tent, looked at Jill's surprised eyes, and said, "Laugh. "

Jill looked at Ingram suspiciously.

"I want to see Jill smile." Ingram stared straight at Jill with blue eyes like lakes in winter, "I was smiling so happily just now, why don't you smile now? You don't like Elizabeth, do you? Let me say first, that person is a Chimera, just like the Messiah, if he is in a bad mood, he will eat people."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jill laughed. Although it was also a smile, Ingram always felt that there was something different, as if he had said something stupid and made Jill laugh. However, Ingram quickly Abandoning this concern, he also laughed happily, stretched out his arms and hugged Jill, and Jill, who was hugged by him, unconsciously hugged him back with the same strength.

——It was obviously a very natural and subtle thing, but for some reason Ingram was very happy.

What he wanted to grasp with these hands was never a staff or a magic spell, but the temperature of snuggling up next to Jill. What he wanted to accomplish was something that no one could ever achieve, the greatest magic in the world, And now, the great achievements he created that only gods can create are in his arms.

The story is over.

What Ingram will do next is like flowers buried in the snow at the end of February, quietly waiting for the day when the cold winter passes and the flowers bloom in spring.