[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

Whoever Ren is, I heard my child tell you excitedly that he/she used to be a mage, the kind who can set fireballs and fly. As an adult, I am afraid that you can only laugh or cry in your heart. Children's imagination is so rich" pride...

Especially if the kid still believes in the existence of Santa's Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny (or maybe Jack the Ice Prince).

Bucky's feelings are particularly complicated now. On the one hand, it is the childish views of illusory children, and on the other hand, it comes from rigorous scientific reports. His heart is unsurprisingly inclined to the latter.

and……

Alex is so well-behaved and sensible, Bucky is more willing to believe that this is a white lie of this kind child than that she is a mage...

"Really?" He tried to show a normal smile, but felt that it was more difficult than leveling a Hydra base. "Mage? Like Gandalf?"

"Who is Gandalf?" Alex was confused, she had never heard of this name.

"A magician who is good at setting fire. It's a character in a novel." Bucky said, returning to his seat, ready to start the car.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

He was stunned: a butterfly blade that was completely black and would not reflect the slightest light even in the sun floated in front of his eyes.

Bucky remembered that this was the weapon he stowed behind his seat.

But now, it appeared in front of him so abruptly.

Without any support, there is no so-called steel wire pulling it, it just hangs in the air, flies to him, and stops still—or it can't be said that it doesn't move. If you look closely, you will find that it has a very slight fluctuation up and down.

Suddenly realizing something, Bucky turned to look for Alex, and saw the little girl with beautiful silver curly hair smiling at him triumphantly.

Hooking your fingers, the butterfly blade automatically flew into her hand, turned a beautiful knife flower, and then changed direction, floating back to the place where Bucky put it.

"Uncle Bucky, do you believe me now?"

Bucky was still staring at the butterfly blade that had returned to its proper place. If it wasn't for the slight deviation between the position and the way he placed it, he would have thought he was dreaming just now.

It took a while for him to come back to his senses: "Really?"

Alex nodded: "Well! Although I have forgotten a lot of things, it seems that because I wanted that puppy too much to be a pet, I used the ninth-level wish technique unconsciously, and now the infectiousness of the virus on it is no longer Completely disappeared. Uncle Bucky, if you don’t believe it, we can do experiments! Doesn’t the experimental data say that the infection in the dying state will soon turn into something called a zombie? We can experiment with animals to see !"

"Level nine?" Bucky repeated the word that seemed to represent the power of the spell, and then asked Alex, "The one just now...what's it called?"

"A zero-level spell, MageHand (mage's hand), can move non-magic unowned items up to 5 pounds long-distance." Alex was a little frustrated, "I can only cast zero-level spells now... this is actually It can't be called a spell at all, it should be a trick, just like a magician who deceives people..."

In her current state, if she wanted to call herself a mage... how thick-skinned she would be!

"I think this is enough..." Bucky muttered to himself, and suddenly raised his hand to grab the side, and he accurately caught the white shadow that jumped in from the window.

"What!" Alex was taken aback, and after a closer look, he found that the white shadow caught by Bucky turned out to be the little white dog.

Finding the little girl looking at it, the little white dog who was being held by the back of the neck happily barked.

"Aren't you going to do an experiment? Let's go." Bucky grabbed the little white dog with his left hand and motioned Alex to get out of the car.

There are hares around here.

In the end, the hare was not caught, but a chubby field mouse was caught. I don’t know why it ran out in such a cold day instead of eating food in the hole for the winter.

Compared with the records of various experimental phenomena in the data, the vole used as the test product did not show any symptoms in the experimental records, and there was no sign of zombification after being thrown in the cage for several days, not even slight rot and gluttony... …No, well, this vole is still quite edible, maybe up to the standard of gluttony.

After many rounds of comparative experiments, Bucky finally confirmed that the little white dog was healthy and normal, no different from any young Samoyed except for its great strength and great appetite.

He finally let go and accepted him as a member of the family. This decision made Alex happy to hold the little white dog around the house several times.

"I have to give you a name..." Alex tilted his head and thought for a while, "I'll call you Agana!"

"What does the name mean?" Bucky asked casually.

"What I remembered yesterday was the name of a magic pet I raised before." Alex replied cheerfully, "By the way, Uncle Bucky, I saw a very interesting game in the library today! "

"What is it?" Bucky was very happy to hear her talk about the people and things she met. Seeing Alex live happily every day, he would have an illusion, as if all the good things he missed were in this place. The normal reappears in the child.

That was something that could not be seen in the era under the cloud of World War II.

She convinced him that their generation's contribution was worthwhile.

Didn't they fight so desperately so that a child like Alex could smile brightly without any scruples again?

"A game called DND, and a novel based on it, many settings in it are very similar to things in the world I was in before!"

Of course, there were no such stories—in other words, those things hadn’t happened in the era she lived in, or they might have happened so early that even the related legends were obliterated.

Alex then tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "But I remember that mages don't have such things as mage positions, and some spells don't require spell-casting materials..."

The general environment is very similar, but there are many differences in the details, including the description of some races and the like.

"I always feel like someone made all kinds of things in that world into games..." Alex murmured.

And the other party must have an enmity with the mage!

What the hell is the spell slot!

Casting only a few spells a day still prevents people from becoming a mage properly!

There is no such thing!

"Ah!"

Michael, who was in the Schwanstein Castle, sneezed.

On the opposite side, the person who was still reading this season's report stopped: "Master, do you have a cold?"

"According to what the East said, someone is talking about me." The blond boy yawned and said lazily.

Hans: "..."

Hans didn't want to discuss the Muggle superstitions with his family, so he changed the topic back to the previous one: "The potential of the Dragonlance trilogy far exceeds our expectations. So passionate about this fictional world." I really don't see how they wiped out wizards in the Middle Ages.

"My lord, the world setting of Dungeons and Dragons you gave is really wonderful!" Hans said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm just writing down what I see and know. I'm not the one who wrote the trilogy, and the adventures of the Magery brothers never happened in that world, at least I didn't see or hear I've been there." The blond boy said with a smile, as if he was also a reader of the Dragonlance series, "And..."

"That's not fiction..." Mihail relaxed his body, folded his hands behind his head, and let himself sink into the soft sofa, "The story is made up by ordinary people, but the world view of the entire Dungeon and Dragon is true There is such a world in the vast and boundless plane that exists."

The world he once existed in.

"Did you see it?" Hans asked curiously. He knew the wonderful power brought by the blood of the magical creature that appeared from the adult's return to his ancestors. He didn't have the slightest feeling of being familiar with another world in the adult's words.

"Almost..." Mikhail didn't want to mention these things too much, it would always remind him of the past, the days when he and Alex were together.

That was the happiest time in his life... However, it was long gone.

After a while, Mikhail opened his eyes and glanced at Hans who was still standing there.

"Why are you still here" is clearly written in the blue eyes.

Hans smiled sheepishly: "Lord Michael..."

The blond boy raised his hand expressionlessly, and a thin blanket appeared on him.

Hans: ...Does this mean that he was so chilled by his words that he wanted to add a quilt!

unacceptable!

But thinking about what he was going to say, Hans silently endured the grief and anger in his heart: "Master Michel...can the setting of the spell slot really be cancelled? You can only cast a few spells a day and you have to meditate for so long. too……"

"Impossible. This setting will not be cancelled, so give up." Mihail vetoed it straight away. How could the private setting limit he stuffed in secretly be cancelled!

It would have been great if there was such a restriction on the Clemmons Continent back then. He would definitely not lose in a duel with Alex, let alone use other means to defeat Alex in the end... It can't be regarded as a defeat, either. It can only be said that he successfully achieved the result he wanted.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, before he had time to wonder why he was still alive, he found that he had turned into a little baby... Mihail couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of this, if he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have I was in a hurry to find Alex.

It turned out to be good now, Alex was gone, and Meinphria, the only one who could entrust his feelings to him, was also dead... I don't know if he can find the plane where Clemmons is in during his lifetime.

The azure blue eyes of the blond-haired boy gradually became darker, like the sea before a storm, oppressive and dull.

If possible, he really wanted to go back and kill himself in front of Alex's cemetery.

At least, that way, they're together...