K-type Mage

Steve swears that he just wanted to talk to the housekeeper, but in the end he came to the corner with a middle-aged man with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The expressions of the three teammates were either surprised or unexpected, and their eyes became more subtle after seeing the butler's tragic situation.

"He doesn't want to leave with me." Captain America said with a straight face, "This is just a means."

During World War II, he also tortured intelligence from enemy prisoners.It's just that the butler is too blunt, even if he asked "You are not the real butler", he didn't get much information.

This is not worth paying attention to. The people present ignored the unconscious butler and discussed the next situation.

In the archives room, they decided to split up. Steve, who was acquainted with the butler and the city lord, was the most suitable person to lure people here, so the other three began to explore the "forbidden place" mentioned in the diary.

After various investigations, when they realized that there was no "forbidden area" in the whole of April that could be called strictly guarded against entry and exit, they somehow triggered the "fast-forward plot". Time went from dusk to night in an instant, and the night fell , the stars and the moon twinkle.

The next thing is easy.

The destination is the clock tower.

*

"Good evening, young people." The blond-haired, green-eyed youth squatted on the top of the wall, and greeted them with a smile. His long hair was tied up with a light green ribbon, and a few locks leaked from the hood, and slid down with his movements.

At this moment, the moonlight is clear, and the clouds surrounding the bright moon on the dark night are like painting brushes on a night without any breeze, and looking up is full of deep mystery.

The young man with his back to the moon scene was born young, with bright eyes and a friendly smile like a good boy next door, but his tone sounded like a big cat who was too bored and carelessly fiddled with flowers and plants.

"Would you like to ring the bell?"

The long street leading to the bell tower was extremely quiet. The night fell and took away the anger of all the residents in the city. There were only their footsteps on the street. Under the sudden greeting, the four-person team who were playing the game stopped. After waking up, he beat the butler with his hands tied behind him.

"Good evening." Bruce greeted with a natural attitude, Rack Uther-Yuan Shen couldn't be the enemy, as long as he was indeed that person, but there might be some special thoughts. "What's up?"

Steve nodded to him slightly.

The butler, who was the same age as the city lord, had brown-red hair mixed with some white silk, and looked like a mature man. He was taken aback by Lark's sudden voice, but when he saw him, his gaze became straight, halfway between confusion and shock.

Sherlock, who was observing Lak Uther with great interest, glanced at him, thought of something, and looked thoughtful.

"You guys are a bit slow." Uther said truthfully, "It won't be until tomorrow, right?" He held his chin, with distress in his brows and eyes, "If it doesn't end, my best friend is coming."

My best friend... is it Eun?

Natasha was a little curious about what Eun would be like in the dungeon—although Yuan and Eun in reality can indeed see that they had had an intimate relationship, they have different positions and it is difficult to imagine their past.

Also not sure how Yoon gained the source's trust.

This is a question that everyone who has been in contact with Yuanshen in reality will be concerned about.

"Don't you want him to come?" Bruce asked quietly.

Uther crossed his hands on his knees, was silent for a while, and said, "...It's not that I don't want to, after all, I'm still quite clingy to him."

Four people: "..."

Sherlock blinked and interjected, "Since you know where we come from, aren't you curious?"

The military doctor John had a deep influence on him. He didn't point out the "future" he knew. The other party didn't cling to his best friend, but broke up and became an enemy.

"I know myself well, and I'm good at observation." Uther jumped off the wall with his hands in his pockets, "You are afraid of him, trust me." He was still smiling, with no emotion in his green eyes, and his tone was flat Faint——Said to Bruce like this, "He is my best friend, there is no doubt about it."

No matter what kind of relationship they had at that time, as long as that future partner existed, it would satisfy him at this moment.

The subtext does not even require the listener to think, and the expression is frank and clear.

This foreigner's appearance with blond hair and green eyes, and a smile even if he doesn't smile, makes his expression at the moment absolutely consistent: gentle, bright, and full of smiles.Teach people to know at a glance that what he said is not mixed with any false water, and comes from the heart.

But in reality, Orientals will never show such an expression when they mention "Yuen".

——He can firmly and frankly admit that "Yuen" is a close friend, and he never conceals the profound traces left by the past century, but he will never regain his fragile and precious positive emotions towards the evil god who blew his true identity; as long as he Recognize that "Yuen" is equal to Naia.

No one would not be moved by such sincere feelings.But the evil god won't, he will only use and consume this feeling more recklessly: even though he knows that Yuan Shen cherishes it very much.

After all, He is not even human.

Bruce knew they shouldn't be silent, but he really thought it was normal to have nothing to say at this moment—had Uther, who said such words at this moment, really never doubted the identity of his best friend?

Sherlock, who was ignored, touched his chin and said, "It's really curious. If this is the case, what kind of reason would make you give up?"

"...Sherlock Holmes!" Bruce almost used Batman's voice to ask the detective that he was not afraid of anything, but Uther's eyes, which were fixed before, clearly showed his danger. This question is completely in a minefield edge!

"This is something I should think about in the future." Uther said, "I'm just a fragment that has ended. What's more..." He said mockingly in a strange tone, "At that time, Who else am I willing to build a deep relationship with? Come on, he's going to be a different kind."

With such harsh and vicious words, it is hard to imagine that I am making judgments on my own future; but before Bruce and Sherlock can react, the butler who has been silently listening to their conversation screams out: "You, you are—that person !"

……

He stared at the young man with blond hair and green eyes in horror. Even though the appearance was different, the emotion in those eyes was the same——

Cruel, indifferent, embodies the worst arrogance in the world.

Emotions that only humans have.

Those beings entrenched in the darkness, the abyss, and the universe never put their affections on ants.

Only humans bow their heads for the weak.

The butler was trembling, his face was pale, and there seemed to be living things jumping out under his skin.

The set copy should have stood still at a fixed time, but the fragments captured from several years ago still have residual traces.

He—it remembered!

A few years ago, decades ago, a hundred years ago, that person from another world whose spirit was captured by his own kind, that incomparably weak human being, that one who in turn gained control and destroyed all [Tatar]... rebels!

"...Why are you here?!" The steward screamed, and the things under his skin surged more and more intensely, "You rebel, aren't you going to the north?! Why are you here again!"

"Hmph, who knows." Uther didn't like talking to this guy very much, so he changed his posture and said coldly, "You think I still want to meet you." After coming out, the four outsiders had retreated vigilantly.

Tsk, what a hassle.He didn't think about emotional ups and downs, and reprimanded: "Be honest, bear with me, this game hasn't been cleared yet."

"..." The rooted fear made the things under the skin quiet down, and the housekeeper opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Why did you accept it so quickly—won't you wonder who it is?! Why aren't you angry!"

Turning this past into fragments for humans to explore, blurring memory and time—such an arrogant act of relying on strength!

Coincidentally, it asked a question that all four outsiders were curious about.

Compared with Bruce, Sherlock's observations are very upright, even a little disrespectful.

"Who says I'm not angry?" The smiling young man opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Isn't the culprit not here?" He spread his hands, the smile on his brow and eyes was tinged with helplessness, "I am worthless as an NPC, the main character But you."

"Go on." He clapped his hands and pretended to encourage him, even a little bit of a beating, "I won't bother you guys anymore."

Sherlock said abruptly, "You're afraid of seeing your best friend, even though you know it's just a fragment."

The tone was flat, almost provocative.

Bruce: ...

My younger brother is so bold, that Sherlock Holmes in England must have a headache.

But to the surprise of the four, Uther's reaction did not show any ups and downs. He said, "Is there any way to do this? After all, I already know the future, and I haven't figured out how to face him yet."

"This has nothing to do with your goals." At this time, he looked like an elder pampering the younger generation, with a gentle and unquestionable tone, "Young man, don't think too much, it's all a thing of the past."

……

He came suddenly, and left without hesitation. His intention of not intervening seemed to be just a whim to talk to outsiders.

The moonlight was still clear, and the four of them, together with the butler who had completely given up struggling, continued to move towards their destination.

Sherlock searched for the vocabulary in his mind, and for the first time found it difficult to choose words and make sentences: "Is he... is this kind of person?"

He's super confused.

John, his roommate and best friend, has a good temper and a high tolerance for him, but he will still get angry and punch him after being cheated. ...a very hard punch.

Human nature.

But how can this person still have a good voice?

"..." Bruce was silent for a moment, "Nobody understands him, no doubt about it."

"The existence of contradictions can't hide the real past. I think so." Steve said, recalling the friends who grew up together and reunited after 50 years after parting, his smile was a little sad, but unshakable , "Yuan is a good person, and a good person is easy to give affection."

Natasha without a close friend: "..."

Sure enough, on the topic of best friends, Captain and Yuan have a lot in common.

"...Wow, that sounds like a paradox." Sherlock thought for a moment, "It's surprising how different his attitude towards his best friend is from himself."

This was said casually, but Bruce was taken aback, and caught something from it: "Very different?"

"Of course." Sherlock said, he didn't understand human feelings very well, but after meeting John, he gradually became more human - although he rarely showed this - he objectively described what he observed "I don't know the man you know, but Lak Uther does have an unnatural sense of sarcasm and indifference towards himself, in contrast to his lack of criticism of his best friend."

"...Even deliberately changed the subject, even if he admitted it." Bruce added, his thoughts became clearer, and he caught something faintly.

But the most crucial point is still missing.

Natasha silently added: "The bet."

In Asgardri, she and the captain heard that You En raised the "gamble" on his own initiative, Yuan was not very happy about it, and never heard any of them mention it again.

——Of course, it may have been resolved in private, but it can be confirmed that Eun is more active in the "confrontation caused by different attitudes towards human beings".

...That's why people doubt whether it is Cthulhu or not.Still that one.

So the three fell silent.

And Sherlock, who lacked information, quickly speculated that the situation was almost the same: "What is this? Is there a tacit understanding? They really broke up?"

"Uh..." Steve hesitated for a moment, "A century-old best friend?"

"Probably dissatisfied." Bruce said calmly, "He seems to be happy to see Yuan's loss of control and negative emotions."

When they met Yuan Shen, his attitude had always been very good.

"That's too much." Steve frowned.

The housekeeper who was caught in the middle looked at him silently, with a look of contempt, and finally couldn't help but asked, "Do you humans really, really like him that much?"