K-type Mage

Lak Uther squatting on the top of the bell tower: "Oh shit."

He rubbed his chin and pondered, he didn't pay much attention to the other party's provocative smile before, but was a little surprised why he gave up so quickly.

Someone is looking here - seeing nothing, of course.

That kind of guy shouldn't see the situation so quickly...

While thinking, the hood was suddenly ripped off.

"What are you thinking about?" The black-skinned young man's voice was light and smiling, and his brown pupils seemed to absorb the moonlight, making them very bright.

The young man who arrived suddenly glanced at the blood pool and the humans under the clock tower, without any emotional fluctuations, and said, "Why did you encounter this again after chasing and killing vampires? Is this the physique of an accident?..." He paused, Looking back, hesitantly looked, "You... are not very happy, what's the matter."

The silent person stood up, patted his sleeves, and said calmly: "There was a guy who laughed at me before, um, I don't like the kind."

At this time, he doesn't follow the character design anymore, he is too lazy to act, and he is a close friend in front of him.

"..." "Yuen" considerately did not point out that the words were too perfunctory - there is no way, this person is used to introversion, his temper is dull, and no one can tell if he doesn't want to say it. "With that look in your eyes, I thought I was a heartless person."

"That's not it." Uther said, "I have that puzzled look in my eyes." He replied this sentence with a lack of interest, and looked down again.

Because the butler suddenly jumped into the pool of blood, the city lord could no longer maintain his composure, and began to babble with a mad look.

Letting a non-human pretend to be an obedient friend may be crazy.

"I always feel that this plot is a bit familiar..." You En said after listening for a while, "Deep?"

"Of course I'm familiar with it." Uther didn't change his face, "The story in Tatar's book." He glanced at the void, and lowered his eyes, not looking at his best friend.

"Hey... Sure enough, the story comes from life."

Actually no sense at all.But he knew who was watching.

He was a little confused.

The self at this moment is just a constructed fragment, a phantom of the past, and the mind completely reproduces myself-what is the point of this?

Those people who came from a certain earth—according to their names and what they call each other, they are a little familiar; the traversers who have gone through the world view of the Greek system for a while can't live a peaceful life...and haven't gone back?

Really distressed.But you should be able to see a lot of scenery.

"You're distracted again." His best friend came over, with a handsome face, gentle eyes, and a pitiful and cunning expression that always made people helpless. "What's the matter? Can't we solve it together?"

"Things related to you." Uther said sincerely, "I'm still confused, so don't mention it."

Breaking up...the most critical reason, without any clue.

"Yuen" laughed helplessly: "Didn't it be intentional, this made me even more curious, Shen."

"Then shall we go down and lend a helping hand now?" He didn't ask any more, but changed the subject, with an eager expression on his face, "Their dicks look really good, do you want to study it?"

The good show of "shooting the bones with a gun" is going on underneath. It has to be said that the traverser's mood is a little delicate.

"……talk later."

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The behavior of the fake butler was beyond everyone's expectations, but the sudden madness of the city lord did not make people think too much. They just took weapons and attacked the skeletons gushing out of the blood pool.

The 3000-strong army is like a statue silently standing on the street behind, while bones emerge one after another. Bullets shatter skulls and bones, but they can struggle to reorganize and climb up, and continue to pounce on the living without stopping.

...If these things appear on the earth, no country will be bald.

Natasha neatly unscrewed the skull of the skeleton in front of her, kicked the rest of the skeleton back to the skeleton group, dragged the detective who was out of bullets to the side, and Steve, who jumped out from behind, swung up with the shield , the skull of the skull that opened its mouth wide and wanted to bite it crackled into shards, the sound was so clear that it felt phantom pain in the forehead.

"Be careful, detective." Natasha let go.

"Thank you..." Sherlock touched his sore throat from being strangled, and was still thinking about the butler's words and deeds when changing the bullets - the other party was looking at the clock tower.

Someone is watching here, it's Lak Uther.

On the other side, Bruce, who was tinkering with C4 explosives, threw things into the skeleton group and shouted: "Go back!"

The time left by the timer was enough for them to retreat far to a safe distance, but the city lord in front of the blood pool didn't understand their behavior, and ordered the skeletons to move on——

"Di-"

"--boom!!!"

The blazing flames of the explosion turned half of the sky red, even Haoyue was eclipsed by it.

Some of the skeleton racks were blown away, while others were left in the center of the flames and were scorched black, scattered scattered all over the place, so the densely packed skeleton group that was originally very intimidating completely lost its effect—the bones were shattered to pieces. Can't even spell it again.

These days, who really fights hand-to-hand with the undead skeleton army, fire suppression is the kingly way!

As for the city lord who faced the explosion at close range, he was blown into the pool of blood by the air waves from the explosion, and when he crawled out spitting water, he still had a blank and dull expression that hadn't reacted at all.

The night wind blew the pungent burnt smell into the distance, and the street was extraordinarily silent for a while.

"...What is that?" The city lord, who was in a bloody mess, asked, "Gunpowder? Why...is there such a powerful gunpowder now?" He seemed to have a new view of the world, "How long has it been—"

Several people exchanged glances, did not answer, silently replenished ammunition for the gun, and by the way quickly popped up a dialogue in the chat channel to discuss the next situation.

Their task is to wake up the gravekeeper. Bruce speculates that the "unchanged castellan" is the butler who took the initiative to jump into the blood pool, which seems to prove it.But there is no idea how to wake it up. The city lord fell into the blood pool and can still climb out. It is impossible for them to kill this half-crazy guy.

Verbal persuasion felt even more impossible, and the other party ordered the skeleton army to attack, completely immersed in their own world.

Sherlock took out the photo hidden in the file bag, flicked it with his index finger, turned his head and said, "Do you remember this?"

Why did the steward hide these things, what kind of thoughts he had, how he died, and how the city lord thought he would let a non-human play him... To be honest, it’s really troublesome, the unequal status makes the communication not frank and thorough, otherwise what would happen? so many things.

Not good at empathizing with others' pain, but at least able to understand, he is full of boredom and indifference, which is meaningless.

Across the messy ground, the city lord's eyes fell on the photo, and he was in a daze for a moment, and then realized something, with a grim expression on his face, gnashing his teeth: "It didn't tell me...! It will know! "

"Give it to me!" He stretched out his hand impatiently, and even took a few steps forward, "Give me everything he hid!"

"No." Sherlock said, the words were like a knife, "How long has it been, he didn't give it to you, you didn't find it yourself, and you got a fake one, is it necessary?"

This young man is very good at turning his words into sharp knives and piercing his heart, and by the way, he made a fake sneer, which made people's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ache.

City Lord: "...you are courting death!!!"

The skeleton army was shattered into slag, and he waved his hand down angrily. The calm blood pool behind him was bubbling, and the splashed water stagnated in mid-air, slowly congealing into countless blood arrows. The moon shone in the streamer, Dangerously aimed at them.

Then with another wave of his hand, those bloody arrows shot out with a "swish swish".

Steve raised his shield, and the formation of eagles and chickens was quickly formed, but in fact they couldn't grasp the sharpness and strength of the blood arrows.

The blood arrow missed and was blocked by a barrier that was invisible to the naked eye.The water splashed all over the ground, and the damp smell filled the air.

"Who is it?!" The city lord froze for a moment, then looked around frantically, "Get out!"

"What a bad temper." A voice with a smile rang out.

The pupils of the three people who heard the voice trembled. After looking in the direction of the voice and seeing the speaker, they almost lost control of their expressions.

——"Yuen"? !

Lak Uther's hood was taken off, Yuexia's half-bundled blond hair was soft and smooth, and seemed to slide down automatically even if held in the palm of his hand, this time there was no smile on his face, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his expression was indifferent It has to be exactly the same as in the photo.

The curly-haired, dark-skinned young man stood beside him. The dark golden pattern on the black cloak was eerie and shiny, and the smile on his face was bright and bright. He looked like an optimistic young man who was willing to show his harmlessness with a smile.

He glanced lightly at the few people with strange expressions, and said with a smile, "You know me?"

The expressions of the few people who knew his true identity and knew that he had been deceiving him were even more subtle... The cheater in the dungeon should know much more than the source around him, right?

Uther raised his eyes, and his gaze drifted between them, as if he didn't care what they thought of his good friend, and said, "You guys are really too slow."

"Too much nonsense and procrastination in action, tsk." He frowned slightly, and said bluntly, without the good attitude he had before.

"..."

The face-changing became too sudden, it was very helpless.

"Don't be so cruel, my dear best friend." "Yuen" hugged his shoulders intimately, "The performance of the children is already good enough."

"Your attitude is a bit disgusting." Uther said honestly, but he didn't pull away the other's arm, "Well, it's barely okay."

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They were having fun on one side, while the city lord who was ignored on the other side was about to go mad.

"Don't ignore me!!!" He suppressed the fear that suddenly appeared in his heart when he saw the two people, and almost seized his heart, roared angrily and condensed blood arrows again, and shot towards them. "Give me something!"

"..." "Yuen" withdrew his hand and took a step back. Uther stepped forward silently, raised his eyes to meet the treacherous blood arrows in the sky, and lightly turned them into blood with invisible power.

"The story of the Book of Tatar is aimed at intelligent life that has the ability but has not fully grown up." He said to himself, as if explaining to those "from the future", "so the levels of the characters in it are not the same. Not very high."

"Yuen" continued: "Of course, they will grow, but the speed is a bit slow."

He curled the corners of his mouth jokingly, relying on Uther not looking, and blinked quickly at Steve and the others. With such a playful movement, his eyes seemed to be looking at the mountains, the water, and the sky. His eyes were in the eyes, he was not in the heart, and he was careless. Extremely.

Both Natasha and Steve came into contact with "Yuen" in the front of Asgard, even if they had guessed, they didn't expect this person to be so undisguised in the dungeon.

A few words popped up in the chat channel, and Sherlock and Bruce also became vigilant.

Uther came over, dragging the city lord who looked like a dead fish, and reached out to Sherlock: "Give me the photo."

"..." Sherlock looked at him miraculously, and boasted dryly, "You have great acting skills, but you're quite impatient." He handed over the photo.

"Thank you for the compliment, Holmes." Uther was polite, took the photo and slapped it on the Santo's forehead, "Your friend is inside, do you want to go in?"

The voice was crisp and loud, solid.

The city owner was stunned, and the strength that he couldn't struggle with suddenly increased: "He, is he still there? But that guy said he has disappeared..."

"How can you trust a ghost who can make a sacrifice like this." Uther said harshly, "If you value friends, don't look for them, and even make fake ones. Your friendship is really good." He asked again , "Do you want to go in?"

"...Yes." The city lord said, exhausted, "everything is coming to an end."

"It should be over long ago." Uther answered him and let go of his hand.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, the moonlight silently shone on the sky and the earth, the lonely long wind blew through the streets and alleys, there was no sound or movement in the coolness, and finally a light photo fell down, falling into the bloody water It burned automatically in front of the ground covered with bone fragments, leaving no ashes.

"Your mission is also over." The blond young man turned back to face Sherlock and Steve, his expression still dull, "I wish you good luck."

"...what's the matter with the gravekeeper?" Bruce asked.

"There is only one city lord, divided into good and evil." Uther explained, "One wants to live on, and the other doesn't want to—after the death of his friend." He said without sadness or joy, "The idea of ​​​​a person with nothing is extreme. , it is possible to indulge in falsehood and to break falsehood."

"Then if I die, will you go with me?" "Yuen" interrupted and asked, with a look of excitement about making trouble.

"No." The young man answered resolutely, but his movements were extremely close - he ignored the others, held You En's hand, looked directly at each other seriously, and said after a moment of pondering: "Although it is too abrupt to say this... But I think you really like me, right?"

"Don't doubt, I like you very much." The black-skinned young man replied with a hearty smile, and then asked, "Why do you ask such a question? And the denial is so quick, it really makes me sad."

"You are not my wife or lover, why die for love." Uther replied solemnly, let go of his hand, nodded and concluded, "You like me, and I like you, so you won't die."

"Yuen": "...? This conclusion doesn't make much sense."

Uther: "I have a point."

Four people: "..."

Natasha was thoughtful, remembering what "Yuen" said in a showy way in the hall that day, which Yuan Shen himself did not deny... "an idea that could not be realized".

……Wow.She couldn't help but feel even more strange when she looked at the two of them.

Is this the original way of getting along?He keeps saying that he is a close friend, but it is so easy to misunderstand.

***

……day.

The black-haired young man slapped his forehead heavily, feeling sorry for his "innocence".Even though it's true, I still feel uncomfortable now.

"I like you, and you like me too?" A voice came from ahead, with a smile, "Don't be so uncomfortable, I'm glad to hear you say it."

"...Your words are not easy to answer." Yuan Shen put down his hands and said indifferently.

Footsteps sounded, and You En, who came out of the shadows, stopped in front of him. The thin light of the setting sun was still bright at this moment, shining on him, and he was dazzling like a god amidst the flying dust.

The black-haired young man standing at the door of the cabin was dressed in dark clothes, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, looking like a guy who is used to living in a dark place.

In the copy, the two stood side by side, in close contact, with familiar words; in real they stood facing each other, with one talking and laughing, and the other falling down.

"What's so difficult about it." Eun said, "I like you very much—come and tell me."

Yuanshen was too lazy to play tricks with others, and said: "It's over long ago." He went straight to the point, "I want to kill you."

"Then come on." Eun smiled.

"boom--!!!"

After a loud noise, the small wooden house standing alone in the grass collapsed, and the debris was scattered on the ground, and nothing was pressed underneath.

In the dusk, with the sound of the wind, in this deserted land, a violent black whirlwind expanded with a gesture of destroying everything.