A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Cleaning is a laborious task. Reid cleaned up most of the night, and then barely closed his eyes on the sofa and fell asleep. During the day, he struggled with the dust for another day, and finally managed to make this house that had been idle for 20 years seem to be livable. The place.

Reed rubbed his sore back and rewarded himself with a cup of afternoon tea before nightfall.

From the position of the sofa, you can directly see the stairs leading to the bedroom on the second floor. Reed blinked his eyes and saw a lot of sundries piled up in the space under the corner of the stairs. He thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was a There is a door leading to the basement, but I don't think there are any important things in the basement, it's full of sundries.Reed withdrew his gaze, thinking that when he was free, he would put all the old things that were not needed in the basement.

He called the property management company in the morning and paid the electricity and water bills. The house was still in good condition, and the water outlets and electrical circuits were not broken. Although the property management company was shocked that there were still people wanting to live in this land.After that, he went to a store a few kilometers away to buy the necessary food, but the store is a bit far away, and he probably won't go there again until he buys a car.

Reed mentally planned out all the things to be done, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the rest were small things that could be done easily, that is to say, his retirement life had finally begun.

He happily touched the empty glass on the table with the glass in his hand, and announced loudly: "Cheers!"

As a best-selling novelist, Reed's writing speed can be said to be a model in the industry, basically a book every six months, with the theme of adventure stories, and rarely mentions the plot of love, but the sales volume and word-of-mouth are guaranteed.He has been writing books for five years, and now he has published nine books, and some of them are even discussing film and television adaptations, and the book he is writing now is the third book in his last story series, which is the big story. ending.

It is rare for him to run out of inspiration, but he changed the ending of this book again and again, but he still found it unsatisfactory, and deleted all the two pages he just typed on the keyboard.

Reed glanced at the time, only to realize that it was very late, he decided to let himself go for the time being, and add some food to Gululu's protesting stomach.Reed stood up and stretched, and then he picked up the empty black teapot to wash it up.

What's for dinner?Reed stood by the sink, washing the cups and thinking about the food in the refrigerator. The refrigerator was just bought, and the upper, middle and lower floors were large and spacious. In order to fill the refrigerator, Reed carried it back from the mall alone. Four big bags of food.

The steak is okay, the pasta is also good, and the quick-frozen dumplings are also very convenient... Blood?Hmm, it looks delicious too...

Reed's thoughts wandered briefly, but he came back to his senses immediately, frowned slightly, pulled a towel to dry his hands, and opened the front door.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, mixed with the moist night wind of Gotham.Reed glanced at the nearby old houses, no one lived in those places, and the only light source was the house behind him, so Reed narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked towards the small flowerbed next to the house, which smelled the most bloody. In the thick place, Reed's hungry stomach screamed again unwilling to be outdone, he was a little embarrassed, but there was no way, the smell of blood was too fragrant for him, and his legs were a little weak from the gluttony.

"Hey, are you okay?" Reed's excellent night vision allowed him to see a strange man lying on the grass covered in blood. He stepped forward and touched him lightly, but the man suddenly reached out and grabbed He grabbed Reed's wrist, which gave Reed a jump, but then the hand loosened weakly and fell to the ground, like an unfinished warning.

"...fainted out?" Reed poked his back carefully, but the man remained motionless.

All right.Reed gulped. There is no hospital or car nearby. If he doesn't get medical treatment as soon as possible, this person probably won't see the sun tomorrow.Since it fell in the garden of my house, it was also fate.

Reed helped the man up and took him to the sofa in the house.

It was a handsome dark-haired man.Reed has seen many good-looking people, but he has rarely seen such a wild and aggressive appearance. Even with his eyes closed and blood stains on his face, it is difficult to conceal the handsome feeling—— —and, he's really strong, in good shape and should be able to enter the Mr. Bodybuilder election.

Reed took off his tattered jacket and wiped the stain off him with a clean damp towel.During this period, the man was awake for a short while, his eyes were half-closed, and his eyes were beautiful dark green like a forest, and the warm light of the living room was occasionally projected into it, making him look extraordinarily quiet, like a big lazy Norwegian cat.

"Don't move." Reed pressed the hand he subconsciously pulled away, and took out the disinfectant from the medicine box.

The man raised his eyelids and looked around. He probably understood the situation, lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

Reed shook his head, "If you die next to my house, you will cause me trouble." He said, rubbing the medicine on the man's arm. The wound was deep and still oozing blood, and the cotton was pressed on the man's arm. After a while, it became a red cotton ball full of blood.Reed looked through the medicine cabinet to see if there was something that could stop the bleeding quickly, and when he looked up, he found that the man had passed out again, the lines between his brows were wrinkled, and his eyelashes were trembling uneasily.

Reed put the tweezers and disinfectant aside, and attached his hand to it. Light-colored light shone from the palm of his hand. Countless flashes of light poured into the wounds, and they healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end only a few shallow scratches remained.Reed went to take his other hand again. The left hand was injured more seriously than the right hand. It was a bloody mess. It even made people wonder if it was a fight with some starving ghost. There was almost nothing left on the arm. Meat.

Reed sighed and used healing magic again.Because of his physique, he generally doesn't use magic very much except when necessary. If you take off Reed's clothes, you can find that his magic circuit is only on the left half of the arm, and all the magic circuits converge at the heart. Half of it looks like an ordinary person, and using magic with such a body will bring a lot of load.

Just for a moment, the color on Reed's face was gone, and he looked more like a dead man than the one lying on the sofa.

But this wound...has not completely healed, Reid frowned, five slender scratches stretched from his forearm to the back of his hand, and black smoke was coming out.

This is the curse, which Reed had just covered in a class some time ago.Strictly speaking, curse is not magic, but a more mysterious system other than magic, but like magic, it has precise causal logic, which is something closer to the age of gods than magic.Generally speaking, the caster is based on the premise of letting the cursed person 'death' or 'become a puppet'. The former will happen faster, and the latter will be slower. The curse will erode the cursed person little by little. The mind, unless the caster himself dies, otherwise this curse is very difficult to remove.

The light-colored shirt inside has been blood-smeared to the point where the color is almost invisible, but the quality is excellent, and the buttons still perform their duties and stay in place. It’s just that the two chest muscles on the chest are stronger than most people’s. To burst it.

It's so big...ah no no no, don't be fooled by □□.Reed shook his head and bent down to unbutton his shirt, ready to inspect his other wounds.

There are quite a lot of wounds on this person, some are old scars from a long time ago, slender and hideous scars are criss-crossed, some were added not long ago, and they are full of blood. Reid upholds the principle of a good man to the end, Healed those small wounds and internal fractures, then took bandages to wrap up the wounds that he couldn't completely treat now, adjusted the person to a posture that was not easy to press on the wounds, and finally got out of the medical box Turned out a small glass tube, filled it with some black air from the wound——

He has to study this. There are very few people who can learn the curse very well in modern times. I hope this curse is not too complicated, and he can quickly prepare the antidote.

Reed found a blanket to cover the man on the sofa, rubbed his already hungry stomach, made himself a sandwich with toast in the kitchen, and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

He was really tired today, the excessive mana consumption made him dizzy, and he still had to control himself not to lose his mind due to hunger, to attack the mobile blood bank on the sofa, ah no, the wounded.

Fortunately, the conditions for the curse to occur are very harsh and strict, at least in a short period of time, that person will not have any major problems.

So Reed rubbed his face, took a quick shower in the bathroom, and then lay down in the newly made soft big bed and fell into a deep sleep.