Technician’s Manual

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The drama poet restrained his smile, looked at the two of them, and shook his head helplessly.

He took out a box of cards from his satchel and said, "Rules are rules, and I can't break them. You can't get something for nothing from me, you have to pay the price."

"If you draw a prophecy card, you can reduce the difficulty of your trial to a certain extent. But be careful, the more the difficulty is reduced, the more cruel the content of the prophecy card will be, and you may be devastated by the prophecy card. Sometimes humans see Not seeing the future is actually protecting them.”

"You have the ability to miss the Fairy Fairy Fairy Girl, so you can influence the result of the card draw to a certain extent, and the prophecy card will respond to your thoughts."

The drama poet put the prophecy card in front of Ash: "Come on, it doesn't matter which one you draw."

But when Axiu reached out to lift the top card, the dramatic poet pressed his thumb on the edge of the card and said seriously: "I hope you don't draw it. The prophecy faction has a very attractive feature "self-fulfilling prophecy", that is, If you don't know the prophecy, then your future is unknown, but once you know the prophecy, your future will collapse toward the prophecy, and even some of your unconscious behaviors will become the foreshadowing of your fulfillment of the prophecy. "

Ash looked at the drama poet and smiled lightly: "Thank you."

He uncovered the prophecy card on the top, which showed a figure falling into the sea of ​​flames. The drama poet twisted this card, and his eyes, which were as clear as lake water, rippled slightly.

"If your overall difficulty is 40 points of damage, then this card can offset 5 points." He said, "It is also the limit of my interference with the Void Trial."

Ash asked, "What does that card prophesy?"

The drama poet put the cards back into the pile and said calmly: "The person you like will die in front of you."

Vichy was stunned, and looked sideways at Ash. Ashura lowered his head thoughtfully, and fell silent for a moment. Vichy hesitated for a moment, and gently clasped his fingers.

"Do you regret uncovering the prophecy card?" The drama poet sighed: "I really don't want you to be affected by the prophecy card. A wonderful drama should not have a script."

"No, I'm actually thinking about a question." Ashura said in a complicated tone, "The person I like will sacrifice in front of me...Which one is he referring to?"

Drama poet: "...."

Vichy: "..."

"Don't worry, if I resign myself to my fate, I should be still living in Broken Lake—maybe I have already fed the fish." Ash shrugged: "Is the prophecy card a destiny that will definitely happen?"

"Basically," said the dramatic poet, "but there may also be miracles that change fate."

"Then I'm relieved." Ash said with a smile, "After all, my life so far has been a series of miracles one after another."

He reached out to the dramatic poet: "Nice to meet you, dramatic poet. Also, I'm not called The Last Watcher, I'm Ash Heath."

The dramatic poet was startled, then smiled, and reached out to hold his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ash Heath."

He blinked at Ash, "Obviously we met for the first time, but I don't know why I feel like we hit it off, as if we are half-brothers, beloved relatives and friends..."

Yaxiu immediately spread out his palms: "Come to something affordable."

"No problem, let me see if there is anything else I can help you with...Hey, Fan Xing, you're here!?"

Startled, Yaxiu and Vichy immediately looked back in the direction pointed by the drama poet, and saw an orange cat hiding under the eaves to hide from the rain not far away. What stars turned into cats and came to the world... wrong!

They looked back, and sure enough, the dramatic poet had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. If it weren't for the leftover snack packaging bags on the ground, Ash would not be sure that the conversation just now was not a hallucination-the drama poet also littered everywhere.

Axiu played a gust of wind, blowing the garbage on the ground to the trash can next to the convenience store door, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"There is no abnormality for the time being." Vichy inspected the soul body carefully: "I don't know how the trial will be carried out...why didn't you ask

The specific content of his trial? "

"I asked for help several times, but he didn't take the initiative to tell the content of the trial. He obviously didn't want to talk about it." Ash said, "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that he has a good impression of the magician, and Many special facilities are placed on the fourth floor of the virtual world to help young sorcerers, and guide the demigods of the secret realm to advance to the **** master....."

"Isn't this normal?" Vichy said, "The source angels are still willing to stay on the ruby ​​mountain for thousands of years. Their strange existence cannot apply our values."

"No, I just think that generally speaking, favorability should be aimed at individuals, and at worst it is a group, and there are often certain screening conditions. For example, I have a crush on you, and I have a crush on elves who are good-looking, gentle and love life. This is Normal thinking."

Yaxiu said: "But the drama poet gave me the feeling, whether it is a **** fat magician or an ogre magician, no matter good or evil, as long as he is a magician, he seems to like it, just like...unconditional Fraternity?"

"At least it's a good thing for us." Vichy said: "And I advise you not to expect subtle hints to take effect. This is my bad routine. The ghost prophet who loves life doesn't exist in any world line , but gentle maid, you can force it with orders.”

Yaxiu's expression remained the same after being exposed for his small thoughts: "Go back." "Yeah."

Vichy took the initiative to hold Yaxiu's hand, took off his miracle bracelet with a simple pull, and then quickly clicked on the gallery for a while. Photo of Necromancer Skeleton War Pattern Outfit—how should I describe it, he seems to have constructed a picture full of necromantic beauty at the level of corpse sea maggot flies through clothing matching. If the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are still there, Harvey is definitely the most suitable leader for it.

"Don't you want to see the 3-point photo of the necromancer? Here, I will delete the extra photos for you. You are welcome." The maid stepped briskly into the rain curtain, put her hands behind her waist, and looked back with her head tilted Glancing at him, "Do you really think I don't know your eye contact with the dramatic poet?"

Ashi followed depressedly, "As for being so strictly guarded, I'm just a little curious about your previous photos..." "It's nothing to look at."

"It's not a question of whether it looks good or not, just like I also want to see the photos of Sword Fairy and Witch when she was a child." Ash said, "There is a sense of participation in witnessing your past lives across time and space."

"Then I'll find a way to find a few pictures for me to kill..." Wei Xi suddenly stopped talking, but Yaxiu continued: "I also want to see the pictures of your killing and refining your soul, I'm not stupid yet To ignore your past. It would be better to say that you almost made me forget who you really are, and your murderous experience just allows me to consolidate my correct understanding of you."

"Okay." Vichy said calmly, "I'll find it out for you to see, and I'm sure it will open your eyes."

Yaxiu walked beside her and glanced at her with teasing eyes: "But you stopped talking just now when you realized that you would make me angry. I still appreciate your progress. It's not easy, you finally know I have to take care of my feelings...Keep working hard!"

Vichy's face was flushed by what he said, and the corners of his mouth twitched. She gave Yaxiu a bitter look, gritted her teeth and said, "I will definitely show you my cruelest appearance."

Asiu didn't take it seriously, the two walked for a while, and Vichy suddenly asked, "You really want to see it that much?" "Did you save it?"

"No~www.readwn.com~ Vichy turned his head and looked away, "But I still remember the style of that dress, if you have time..."

Hinting that this is the limit for the Ghost Prophet, Yaxiu stopped bullying her, and stretched out his hand to lead the maid through the last short rain curtain.

"I thought you would ask me why I didn't do it when I had already grabbed the wrist of the dramatic poet just now." "Then why didn't you do it?"

"I'm not sure at all. I feel like what I'm grabbing is not a hand, but the whole world." "If you were sure, would you do it?"

Ashura hesitated for a moment, but didn't answer right away. Vichy chuckled, and mocked: "For a being who appeared and tried his best to help you, you are actually hesitant to kill him? Tsk tsk, Ash Heath, you have learned badly."

"Who do you think I learned from?" Ashura said unhappily, as if he also felt that he was too shameless and greedy, bowed his head and examined himself to purify his soul.

Vichy blinked her eyes, her brows were full of charm, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "But you hesitated just now, I still appreciate your progress...Keep working hard!"