K-type Mage

The housekeeper's words sounded like a sober person's questioning of the love brain, which felt so obvious and weird that the four of them were a little silent and surprised.

"Such people, such aliens..." The butler distorted his expression, he seemed to hate or fear, or maybe both, he was clearly not human, but his emotional expression was so straightforward and vivid that it was much more vivid than that of human beings, "Why do you Everyone loves him? Why does even that adult stare at him for a long time?"

... even weirder.

The air was filled with the smell of silence.

Natasha: "...Is it natural that human beings have a good impression of the same kind who show kindness?"

She thought about her words and replied like this.

The butler was silent for a while.

"...not just humans." He said in a muffled voice, "everyone likes him."

He stopped talking, and the humans realized something was wrong, but they could only suppress their doubts out of unimaginability.

For them, clearing the game is the most important thing right now.

The outside world... I don't know what I'm facing.

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There were no guards around the bell tower, the base and body were covered with dust and vines, and the traces of no one had been there for a long time were so clear that they didn't need to observe, but when they were about to unlock it, they accidentally found that the big lock was broken.

After pushing the door open, the up and down directions of the stairs could not be distinguished, and the dull dusty smell came to the face, mixed with a strange fishy smell.

Everyone had a share of the equipment that Steve brought in before. Sherlock wanted to jump up with a flashlight, and the former caught him and walked in first.

The young consulting detective curled his lips, and joined the butler in the middle of the line obediently.

The bell tower is [-] meters high, and it is the tallest building in the city. The steps made of hard stone slabs wind upwards, and the sound of footsteps echoes crisply. The evening wind blows past the side from above, bringing coolness and trembling in the whimpering of the wind. The meaning suddenly arises.

...no danger.

More or less, someone frowned quietly.

They stepped up the last step unimpeded, passed the big still clock, and saw the bright moon outside the window.

………………

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

The three bells are thick and long, upward like a bird soaring through the clouds, downward like a rock weighing more than a thousand catties falling into a deep valley, the echoes are layered and intertwined, giving birth to an ancient tranquility for no reason.

Above the dead city, the moonlight flowed quietly, mixing with the clouds to form a moon-white swirling coating, and then another, real city reappeared in front of the person who rang the bell.

The past buried by time came to light again, and the light moonlight like jade yarn softly enveloped the ruins of the city... dilapidated, decayed, the air was full of burnt burnt smell, solidified and silent ruins.

And the seemingly bottomless pool of blood rising from the center of the ruins.The bright moon reflected in it was stained with a strange scarlet, and the dark tide surged under the mirror-like surface.

The four people on the bell tower watched the scene in silence, and the butler who had been observing them laughed out loud. The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and dry, full of sarcasm: "You want to wake up the gravekeeper? Ha!"

No one ignored him.

The four of them saw the city lord on the road leading to the blood pool, and the blond middle-aged man raised his head at the same moment and saw them on the clock tower.

Then slowly pulled out a ferocious, frenzied evil smile.

And from farther away, a black crowd poured into the street silently, following his footsteps—the 3000-man army brought by Steve.

Sherlock, whose physical fitness is still in the category of ordinary people, can only vaguely see that he is smiling: "Is he sure that others can see his face?"

"The villains like this, maybe they want lights." Natasha said a cold joke, "So what do we do now?"

"Sacrifice..." Bruce muttered the word in a low voice, and glanced at the mocking and malicious butler, "The gravekeeper...is the real butler?"

The butler smiled: "Guess what?"

"No." Bruce, who got something from his reaction, denied his guess, "It's the Santo."

The information in the real butler's diary is scattered and scattered, but it fits the general routine of the game - the dog plan must require the player to capture key information to pass the level, otherwise there will be no game experience.

What's more, one of them doesn't pay much attention to this game.

The diary mentioned the sacrifice, and also mentioned that the real steward thought that the castellan had changed because "he walked into the basement". The basement should have been in the castellan's mansion, but during subsequent investigations, they found that there was no basement in the castellan's mansion. ——Everyone in the city lord's mansion knew that the city lord buried the basement, and there was even a record in the file room.

And this moment is just like the last sentence in the diary: "When the bell rings through the sun, the bright moon will guide you to the place where your soul sleeps."

The light and warm moonlight shines on everything equally, but as the city lord approaches the blood pool, the moonlight also slowly condenses into a huge beam of light, which shines in the center of the blood pool. The mirror-like pool is also like The hot water boiled, bubbling and bubbling.

… Occasionally, I saw a large number of pale bones that were dragged out of the water and then sank.

The expressions of the humans are not very good-looking.

Bruce said that the tomb guard was the city lord, and the housekeeper choked up. Seeing their behavior now, he gloated and laughed unceremoniously, and said, "You humans are so hypocritical when you know it's fake!"

"So you're afraid of Yuan." Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth and showed a false smile, "It sounds like he thinks he can represent human beings, Mr. Butler. Was he beaten badly?"

The housekeeper choked: "..."

Not only was he beaten badly, both his family and himself were buried in the dust of history.

"Let's go." Bruce called to the detective.

It doesn't look like a problem here, so it's time to go down.

Steve dragged the butler up, and they hurried down the clock tower to the pool of blood.

"Dear friends, you are here." The city lord who was waiting there smiled kindly. It was a very charming smile, as if he was a leader worth following.

Countless pale skeletons stood up in the pool of blood, staring at the four of them with black eye sockets, blood overflowed from the cracks in the bones, like red iron chains tightly bound the soul, and they—these pale and skinny bones She even opened her mouth, opened and closed her upper and lower teeth, and made a smile in the clear and neat click.

The scene was so absurd that it was terrifying, full of ferocious malice, it made people feel cold and run down their backs until they reached Tianlinggai.

Looking at the hell evil spirits swarming out of the world just like this.

And the three thousand soldiers who were parked on the street behind them stood silently and unconsciously.

It seems that fighting in this situation is inevitable, but it seems that the city lord has no such intention, and they also have too many things they don't understand.

No one answered, and the city lord was not embarrassed, and continued talking on his own.

"You're being rude to my butler." He said, but he didn't look at the person, obviously knowing that it was not the real butler.

"Stand-in?" Sherlock provoked eagerly, "A cliche story."

"..."

Several other people looked at it without a word, almost wanting to lift each other's head to see what's inside. ——How many times has this young man said something surprising?

The butler's face was stinking from behind: "Shut up, human."

"It's not a stand-in." The city lord retorted lightly, "This one didn't look like this in the first place."

"Andrew, are you sick?!" The housekeeper cursed angrily, "Didn't you let me use this identity? What do you mean! Are you mocking me?!"

"No, this is the truth." The city lord said, "You seem to have met something? This reaction is not like yours." He laughed jokingly, "They actually made them ring the bell... Are you trying to betray me?"

"..." The housekeeper's expression was inexplicable, and he couldn't help showing a pitiful sneer when he saw this guy who was still going through the plot, "Betrayal? No, it's just an established fact of entertainment."

It is long dead.

He is long dead.

"...It's disgusting." It said softly, "but I'm not qualified to say such things."

The city lord frowned: "Who are you talking to?"

"How can you say that." It smiled, "I only dared to complain a little out of fear, and I didn't say it to you."

……

It looked up towards the clock tower in the sight of the others.

At the top of the clock tower, the blond youth squatted there without any image, the hair leaking from the hood swaying gently in the evening wind, the whole person was quiet and silent, there was no trace before, and no one was aware of his existence.

The distance of [-] meters does not prevent them from looking at each other, and the human beings who are watching everything condescendingly smiled at it with a specific malice towards the [Tatar] group.

I really hold a grudge.The non-human beings who had died long ago complained hypocritically, thinking maliciously about the meaning of what those few humans revealed.

"—Even you can be deceived.

Or the evil god you swear you don't like.Best friend, ha.

I, who hates you from the bottom of my heart, regret that I can't see your real reaction. "

It returned a mocking sneer without fear.

Hypocrisy, stupidity.All the gods will pay attention to this... Poor.

Sooner or later, people from other worlds will become the most repulsive existence to him.

It looked at that person provocatively, and quickly looked away, not too happy to continue the plot.

The man outside—

Definitely looking here.

If it wasn't that he was dead and just a fragment, it really wanted to laugh at the other person's stupidity in person.

Even if he gave up going back to his planet of origin, he must not even want to live that much anymore.This is really a matter of "people" heart.

...Although it doesn't quite understand why that person would be willing to make such a thing.It sounds like those humans still thought it was the one who took the initiative, and even made the "gamble".

incomprehensible.unreasonable.Is it possible that that person really wants more "brothers"?Wouldn't it be better to get an extremely devout mad believer?

——A servant who understands human beings, abandons human identity and all stupid virtues and morals, and believes in himself madly, is simply the best prop.

Is that one who doesn't want him, but is more willing to observe?

It was wondering about this, and it had already walked in front of the blood pool.

The castellan looked at him in bewilderment.

...It's going to end anyway, it's over.This is true both in the past and in the present.So there is no need to continue.it wants to.

……

There was no sound of splashing water or splashing. In front of the others, the housekeeper stepped into the blood pool by himself and sank without any struggle.