I'm not a magician

Linton couldn't believe his eyes for a while, he stared blankly at Chloe's obviously abnormal arm, and the mechanical wings connected to her back and skin.

"You, you are..." Linton suddenly recalled Chloe's sometimes incomprehensible behavior, and what Bud said back then, the human-like thing.

"You are a piece of equipment..." Linton said with difficulty. Affected by the current environment, he didn't think it was absurd, but felt a sense of sadness.

He gradually discovered that the people he cared about seemed to be leaving him.

From the warm and loving relatives at the beginning, the teacher who pulled him out of the swamp when he was hesitant when he was young, to the friends he made for the first time, the girl he fell in love with at first sight...

For some reason, something always seems to cut off these precious connections, making him gain and lose again, and the cycle repeats.

The mourning in Linton's eyebrows made Chloe's heart sore inexplicably, and she stroked her chest without a trace.Why do you feel sore when you are clearly not injured?

The novel experience made Chloe dazed for a moment, but she didn't let go of the muzzle because of it, but she repeated in a softer voice, "Linton, stop."

Linton raised his eyes and looked at her deeply. There was no longer the shyness in his eyes. He didn't understand, so he laughed: "Ji Chi is your master. That's what it meant. You just obeyed her." A tool for commanding... no pain, no emotion...you are just a tool! What do you know!"

Linton was almost screaming out of anger when he said that, he didn't look at Chloe anymore, because he knew that what he said was too much, so he didn't want to see disappointment and anger on her face, let alone seeing her looking like a machine. The void of innocence.

For a moment in the air, only the wind supporting the two of them was blowing, and the noise below had become the background of the noise. Chloe's slightly curly short ear-length hair fluttered in the wind, soft and smooth like a real girl.

She looked at Linton calmly, put away her right hand, and the cannon barrel transformed back into the girl's arm. She flew forward, and raised her hand high as Linton closed his eyes and stretched his neck to kill—

Snapped!Slapped him a brain melon seed.

"Then you know what a fart! If you have feelings, you can't feel it yourself! Now? Do you feel my anger!" She slapped him on the head again, making Linton slap his head in a mess Fleeing, with a dazed look on his face.

"Who taught you racism? How long have you lived? Do you think you can do it?" Chloe and Bud have been together for more than a year. Not only did he learn how to refine equipment, but even his violent temper The imitation was six or seven images, but unfortunately she has not yet mastered the changes in intonation, it sounds like she is reading aloud.

But whether it was good or not, it didn’t affect Linton’s pain from the beating. He reflexively begged for mercy: “I was wrong, I was wrong! Master, don’t be angry, I’ll do this part again…”

This is the most frequent sentence Linton said in a month, because he has a lot of thoughts, and the work at hand is always going astray. This is how Bud slaps his head to slap his attention back.

Linton's attention did come back, and he remembered the details of this month, their excitement and frustration, hope and disappointment, all of which really existed, and he ruined all of them...

Linton looked down at the suit on his body, regretting it for the first time.

Chloe pinched the back of his neck, like pinching a frustrated cat, turned his body in the same direction, and pointed at the person below: "Look clearly, the red-haired one is Master Elliott , you have a 99.9% chance of not killing him. The brown-haired one is the grand magister's daughter, and you have a 54% chance of not killing her...and once you start attacking them, you will be on the run for 50% of the time If you spend half of it, you don't even have a future."

Chloe calculated very seriously. After she finished speaking, she let go of Linton, stepped back a distance, and lowered her eyes to the magic crystal on Linton's chest: "This is why we stopped you. Linton, stop , you don’t need to let hatred destroy the future.”

Linton followed her eyes and moved his eyes to his chest, where the magic crystals were shining brightly, so beautiful that it made people want to cry.

"But..." Linton was speechless for a while, and he did indeed cry. Big drops of tears fell from his eyes. He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see through the haze in front of him, "But I'm so sad..."

Chloe was silent for a while, and said: "I still don't quite understand what it feels like to be sad, but I always felt that my core would split at any time. what to do."

"This state has lasted for hundreds of years." Chloe said lightly, "But now I don't feel that way anymore, because I know that I have become different, even if I sink into the bottom of the sea again, I will not be sad, because Someone already lives in it."

She pointed to her heart: "This is how I feel as an instrument, do you really not feel it at all?"

Linton looked down with red eyes. The figures of Ji Chi and Bud on the arena were too small to see clearly, but they all maintained a posture of looking up. Bud held a magic crystal in his hand and waved it at Ji Chi. The arm was irritable and said something.

Chloe also noticed Bud's movements, she pursed her lips and smiled, her Shengji appearance bloomed like a rose.

The magnificent beauty lowered her head, raised one hand to the diaphragm of her chest and abdomen, snapped her fingers in, and brutally opened her stomach, the scene was horrific for a moment.

She dug it out, took out a few shiny magic crystals and handed them to Linton: "Be careful, a magic crystal has limited magic power, don't fly too high when it has no magic power."

"Don't make people worry about it anymore." After Chloe finished speaking, she looked at him twice, and after judging that he would not lose his mind again, she turned around and was about to leave.

Linton was silent for a while holding the magic crystal, and stopped Chloe before she flew away.

"Thank you." He said in a low voice. Under Chloe's gratified gaze, he glanced at her and then quickly looked away, "emmm...and... how old are you..."

The idea of ​​"laying on the bottom of the sea for hundreds of years" is now lingering in his mind inappropriately, and he can't get rid of it no matter what.

When Chloe heard this, her face was expressionless for a moment: "Why do you ask that? Chloe is only a third-grade student."

Linton: "..."

Well, I get it, when this device started to use its own name, it didn't have a few words of truth.

In the stands of the arena, the old butler breathed a sigh of relief, looked away from mid-air, concentrated on picking away the icy water arrows flying around, and escorted the delicate young master to a safe place.

The young master was pinned to death by the loyal old housekeeper, and he could only see his own feet. He struggled dissatisfiedly: "I am also a warrior now! I can resist injuries! I can fight too!"

The old butler looked at the ignorant young master lovingly and sighed.

Can you withstand physical damage, can you withstand psychological damage?If you saw the girl in the sky, I'm afraid you would cry on the spot...

The heartbroken old housekeeper shook his head, ignored the young master's cat-like struggle, and continued to walk forward while pressing his head.

The old butler observed the magic circles on the ground, and he thought about it. These layers of magic circles should have been laid when the riot happened yesterday.

At that time, the members of the Gladiolus Society mingled in the crowded crowd and provoked riots in the already hot and violent atmosphere. They took the opportunity to shuttle through the crowd, and drew layers of complex and precise magic patterns under the instructions of the magician.

The old butler recalled the place where the riot happened yesterday, turned around, and took Brandon to the west. There were relatively few people in the stands yesterday, and the magician should have no time to set up a perfect magic circle. It is better to break through.

The old butler was thinking like this, his arms shook quickly like afterimages, and the long thorns weaved a fine net around his body, effortlessly picking away a group of gladioli cultists who wanted to attack them.

Hearing the screams from around him, Brandon struggled aggrievedly, and still wanted to join the battle, but unfortunately, the old butler's hand seemed to be as heavy as a mountain, and the young master's strength was nothing in front of him.

Brandon had no choice but to obediently shrink under the airtight protection of the old butler, staring at the flickering magic patterns on the toes and the ground.But as he walked, his struggles weakened from time to time, and he didn't move for a long time.

The old butler raised his hand and lifted a burly man who was rushing towards him with howls, and lowered his eyes to observe his well-behaved young master, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement.

The young master suddenly said sullenly: "Go five steps forward and turn left."

The old butler didn't know what he wanted to do, but he still led him away obediently—but his hands were still pressing his head unreasonably.

Fortunately, the young master is not in the mood to care so much now, and his tone is getting lower and lower: "Take another ten steps, turn right for two steps, and turn left immediately."

Under his precise navigation, the old butler came to a relatively flat open space. The number of magic pattern layers here is obviously much smaller and more regular. People with rich combat experience like the old butler only need to spend a little more time , you can break through the obstacles of the magic circle and escape from this huge cage.

The old butler nodded in relief, touched his round head, and praised generously: "Master and Madam are still worried that the young master will waste magic in order to become a warrior. In fact, you are still studying hard. The young master is really smart and hardworking. Such a complicated magic circle can be cracked."

Brandon couldn't be happy, he raised his head and muttered in a low voice: "It's not me who is smart and hardworking, it's the one who drew this magic circle..."

Moreover, this place is indeed a loophole, and it is also a trap, because it is marked in the notes that the young master accidentally scanned that the magician who set up the magic circle will guard here to harvest the fleeing prey.

As soon as Brandon raised his eyes, he saw a very inconspicuous black figure not far away. With some sadness and confusion, he asked softly, "So why..."

The old butler only vaguely heard a few breath sounds, followed his gaze, and smiled clearly: "So it's here, I haven't met such a powerful magician for a long time, it's really interesting."

The long thorn in his hand hummed as he approached the shadow step by step.

Before the old butler could go far, Brandon gently grabbed the hem of his clothes, took a few steps forward and stood in front of him, silently confronting the shadow.

The black shadow was also watching them quietly, then his shoulders collapsed, as if he let out a long sigh, he took off the hood that covered his face, and looked at the young master gently and helplessly.

Aiwen's voice was as soft as ever, like a warm little sun: "Why are you here? Didn't you say you won't come to the arena today?"