The Magician's Skyfall

The mining city of Maxisfia is a very international city, because the people in the mining city come from all over the world, so you can see delicacies from all over the world on the streets.

However, due to the unsmooth communication between the mining city and the surface, these delicacies naturally follow the Romans.

For example, French baked snails. Baudelaire looked at the plate and said it was a snail, but it was a palm-sized magical creature with six tentacles, and it couldn't get a fork off.

Andersen is tasting a turkey that is said to have an ox tail and four wings. Of course, the menu says roast turkey, and the meat served looks familiar, but the more Andersen eats, the happier he is.

Because normal turkey meat is very tough, but the taste of this so-called turkey is so delicious that it explodes!

Akamatsu Ryu was eating spicy grilled skewers, and Osamu Dazai persistently stabbed the dark creature on the plate with a knife, which might be shrimp or scorpion.

Chuya Nakahara stared at Osamu Dazai while eating a ball of batter, for fear that Osamu Dazai's fingers would be cut off by the lobster's pincers.

Osamu Dazai teased this magical creature like a cat. Ever since he entered the restaurant and watched other people's meals, the smile on Osamu Dazai's face never disappeared.

The main reason is that it is too fun and interesting, which is a fun that cannot be experienced at all on the surface.

Matou Sakura was very quiet most of the time, but she kept cutting up and down the knife without changing her expression as she sliced ​​the bone-and-bone meat that looked like a rabbit or a mouse on the plate. Obviously, the girl still had the magician's special make on her body.

Fren's meal is relatively normal, or he knows too much what the food here is like, so he directly ordered a burrito that suits his taste, stuffed with various meat strips that cannot be seen from the raw materials, and after being coated with sauce , the aroma was overflowing, and Fren sighed while eating: "It's really a familiar taste."

Chisongliu was so hot that he breathed out: "The ingredients here are really strong, are they cultivated in the spiritual tomb?"

Fren said: "Of course, right? After all, the common ingredients on the surface can't soak into the meat flavor."

Baudelaire tried for a long time but couldn't eat the six tentacled snails, and finally he gave up. He said: "When we entered the restaurant, it seemed that someone had gone out to report."

"It's normal. Most of the restaurants are also responsible for selling and collecting intelligence."

Fren said: "As I said before, it is not difficult to come from the surface to the underground. The difficulty is how to leave. We came here by smuggling. Naturally, there will be intermediaries coming to the door to make money."

"After all, the magician who just came to the ground has no experience and awareness, but he brought enough daily necessities on the surface."

Fren shrugged: "In their eyes, we are fat sheep, and someone will always try to kill us."

A few people were in the private room of the hotel. According to Fren, the price of information sold by this restaurant is quite reasonable. As long as they are capable and not stupid, they can reach a reasonable deal with the hotel.

Fren asked Andersen: "What are your plans for the future?"

Andersen asked back: "What about you? Don't you have any arrangements?"

Fren shrugged: "My task is to bring Vigilaire and the others down. After they get down, the employment will be temporarily terminated. After that, just keep an eye on your safety. You paid for it."

Andersen understood: "So I can move freely?"

Fren: "All the time."

Andersen thought for a while and said, "After dinner, can you take me around?"

Fren said bluntly: "Yes, but you'd better not do anything eye-catching, safety first."

Andersen nodded: "I understand."

Baudelaire said, "May I hire you as a tour guide and bodyguard, too?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also cleared his throat: "Fren and I are partners in the team, let's go together."

He doesn't want to be a light bulb by Dazai's side!

Fren: "Okay, the four of us will go out for a walk to eat later."

He also asked Matou Ying: "What about you? Do you want to follow these two, or follow us?"

Matou Sakura picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth. She smiled and said, "I will follow Mr. Virgilaire back to the temporary residence. We need to arrange a new technique."

Akamatsu Ryu looked at Matou Sakura: "Let's decorate together, and I also want to make you a magic dress."

Matou Sakura nodded: "Excuse me."

After a brief grouping, Baudelaire and Andersen looked at Osamu Dazai, who had been silent for a while, playing a game of poke you and pinch me with the black prawns on the plate, and looked at Akamatsu Ryu, and finally opened up emotionally The romantic Frenchman Baudelaire suddenly realized.

"Oh! You two..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed vigorously. He looked at the big snail on Baudelaire's plate: "Aren't you going to eat lunch? Still can't eat it? Do you want to pack it?"

Baudelaire showed a smile that was not a smile.

Akamatsu Ryu didn't care about other people looking at him, he asked Osamu Dazai: "Can you handle it?"

The dish that Osamu Dazai ordered was sashimi. Since other people's ingredients were quite characteristic of underground tombs, Osamu Dazai strongly asked the chef to ensure that the ingredients were alive when serving the dishes.

The chef of this restaurant is also very individual. He directly served this black magical creature on a plate. If it weren't for the confinement formula engraved under the plate, this magical creature would have gone for a walk on the dining table long ago.

Osamu Dazai sighed: "If you want to eat it, you have to be eaten by it first. It's a wonderful feeling."

Osamu Dazai could forcefully hold this creature down by virtue of his immortality, but it would be too much effort to be bitten just to have a meal.

After hearing this, Chi Songliu burst into laughter, he clenched his hands into fists, and punched the plate directly.

boom.

The black prawn, which was still showing off its might, was immediately flattened.

Osamu Dazai complained, "It's too violent."

Akamatsu Ryu didn't speak, Osamu Dazai picked up the shrimp shells with a fork boredly, and here Fren called the few people who had finished eating to go out for a walk.

After the people left, Chi Songliu said with a half-smile: "Let's go back too, so we can meet them."

Osamu Dazai said casually: "The few of them will definitely be affixed, but there is a dwarf here, what are you afraid of?"

Matou Sakura whispered: "No, the creatures here have special power. The magic element in the air is too strong, just like the etheric environment in the age of mythology."

Osamu Dazai was startled, but he suddenly realized.

"Wait, you shoot this shrimp to death in front of them..."

Akamatsu Ryu sighed: "You know how hard I hit with all my strength, but now I can only use it to shoot shrimp."

Osamu Dazai gloated all of a sudden: "I understand. Creatures living in the tomb have powerful magic resistance that cannot be matched by surface creatures? The magic power in the air will make the ability stronger, but becoming stronger is not a good thing. If you can't keep up..."

"It seems that a few of them will meet [enthusiasm] exchanges."

Osamu Dazai shaved off the shell of the shrimp, revealing the translucent meat inside. He tasted it and said in surprise, "It's so tough!"

"If I don't pat it, your teeth will be crushed by this meat."

Chisongliu continued to sigh: "Next time you eat, you should order cooked food. You don't want to lose all your teeth in the tomb, and you have to go back to the surface to fill your mouth full of ceramic teeth, right?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The three of them returned to their temporary living place after eating. The workshop they found was located on the western periphery of the mining city, surrounded by stretches of abandoned floors on the second and third floors.

Considering the invalidation of Osamu Dazai, when Akamatsu Ryu built the workshop, he specially set up a living and leisure area for Osamu Dazai, and also designed an escape channel that Osamu Dazai could not trigger and could pass safely, but others would step on the trap when passing by .

Akamatsu Ryu and Matou Sakura were discussing the drawings. Dazai Osamu was like a black cat curled up in a ball, nestling on the cushion that Akamatsu Ryu had made for him. He yawned and stayed up all night. Mining the city, he was a little sleepy.

Osamu Dazai dozed off beside the cushion, he seemed to be asleep, but in fact his mind was still awake.

He heard Akamatsu Ryu open the suitcase, heard Matou Sakura exclaiming about the golem, and then the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Osamu Dazai managed to open his eyes, only to notice that five gemstones were placed around his position to isolate the noisy sound from outside, and Ryu Akamatsu was manipulating a strange-looking two-meter-high behemoth to clean up the surrounding ruins back and forth.

Matou Sakura drew spells on the floor. There were a lot of magic materials beside her, and there were a lot of daily necessities around the empty room.

Dazai closed his eyes and opened them again.

It was too quiet, and such absolute silence made him feel cold all over.

Osamu Dazai sat up straight, reached out and picked up a yellow gem near the mat.

The moment the finger touched the gemstone, the mute effect disappeared immediately, and the sound of the golem walking, breathing, whispering, and putting things down all swarmed in.

Akamatsu Ryu sensed that the magic was hindering him, he turned his head and said in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Osamu Dazai was playing with the gem, he said blankly, "I can't sleep."

Akamatsu felt strange, so quiet and unable to sleep?

In the next second, he realized that maybe because it was too quiet, Osamu Dazai didn't want to sleep.

Akamatsu Ryu wanted to tease you, don't you like the tranquility like death, but seeing Dazai Osamu's pale face, Akamatsu Ryu sighed, he hesitated, and finally said: "You wait for me here for a while."

Akamatsu said to Matou Sakura in a low voice: "I activated the defense mechanism of the golem, and it will run automatically for half an hour. You turn on the phantom and stare at it for a while, and I will go back as soon as I go."

Matou Sakura nodded slowly.

Osamu Dazai watched sleepily as Akamatsu Ryu left the workshop. About half an hour later, Akamatsu Ryu came back. His body still had unrested magic power fluctuations, and there were some tiny cracks at the corner of his robe. It was obvious that he had fought with the enemy.

Akamatsu Ryu had an extra bag in his hand, and he handed the bag to Osamu Dazai.

"It's about the same as I thought. There are indeed many manuscripts underground."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows. He opened the bag and took out a book from it. He was startled when he saw the title.

"The Sherlock Holmes Collection?!"

"The work of Conan Doyle."

Chisongliu: "This is the underground of London, England. Naturally, the most widely circulated works in the tomb are some works of British writers. Oh, there is also Agatha's No Survival in it. Also, the repertoire is very good-looking, I believe Baudelaire and the others must be deeply impressed."

"If you're bored of waiting, read a novel."

Ryu Akamatsu commented objectively: "Sherlock Holmes is very good-looking, I read it all when I was young."

Osamu Dazai flipped through the rest of the bibliography like a child finding a toy: "A Study in Scarlet? Signatures of Four? Oh, Agatha's None Survived, Shakespeare's Sonnets? Oliver Twist? By Dickens? "

At this moment, Matou Ying, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I don't know if there are books from the Far East in the underground."

Akamatsu Ryu casually asked Matou Sakura: "Whose book do you want to read? I'll look for it."

Matou Sakura's tone was leisurely but lonely: "I like reading Mr. Zhongyuan's poems, but it's a pity I haven't heard that he has become a person with supernatural powers..."

Dazai Osamu & Akamatsu Ryu: Oh!