Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

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"--Wake up?"

There was an endless blue sky in front of me, and the line of sight was raised upwards, and the smile of "Mockingbird" was filled with ridicule. Bookmark this site┏┛

Ah...I fainted...

The reconnected consciousness picks up the memory again, recovering with a subtle residual feeling.

The legs filled with lead water, the same breath that burned, the brain that was repeatedly stirred by the red knife, the heart that was madly agitated-everything was eroding consciousness, and turned into wailing and wailing under the skull.

give up--

Can't do--

enough--

Just listening to the prayer, I couldn’t help but want to cry, and even wanted to just fall to the ground.

You don't need to explain it to others, and you don't need to think too much to understand that it is the weak inner self that roars. Unable to bear the pain, afraid of failure, and cringe like a ghost floating up from the quagmire, he dragged his consciousness to the bottom of the bottomless abyss.

It might be an exaggeration to say this, but Marseilles can no longer accurately grasp the feeling of the limit state at that time. He can only describe the fragments attached to the memory as images. As for whether it is an auditory hallucination, a dream in a fainting, is it true, or is it confused with other "something", with the knowledge and ability of Marseille, there is no way to distinguish it, and there is no need to delve into it.

You can see the "robin", indicating that he has survived this level and is still safe for the time being.

It suffices for him to know these.

But... this extraordinarily soft peculiar touch in the back of the head is-

Not daring to think further, Marseille got up.

"Ah, it's better to continue lying down and rest."

"...Don't do this shameful thing, OK?"

"It doesn't matter, anybody else doesn't mind anyway."

"Robin" maintained a posture of sitting sideways on the lawn, and felt reluctantly stroking the thighs of the seeds of the Marseille head.

Excessively provocative movements with a usual slightly teasing smile, that is, adult males will be a bit overwhelmed, are in adolescence, undergoing dramatic changes in physiology and psychology, and the boys who are curious and mysterious about the adult world are even more red on the spot face. The brain that was almost in a crash was blank, and it wasn't until the soft voice of "like a fool" sounded in the back that he reflected the meaning of the second sentence of the "Mockingbird" discourse.

The neck turned to the back bit by bit like rust.

Unsurprisingly, contemptuous eyes were overlooking him.

"Although it is safe for the time being, but things are not over yet. If you think it's over, if you're smug, you won't even have bones to be gnawed by the hounds."

"It's not over yet..."

"Yes."

The girl sat down next to Marseille and gently raised her long hair in her right hand. Along with this action, a sweet scent poured into Marseille's nose. What kind of scent is coming? Yes, lavender has a smell that matches the sun and the lawn.

While Marseille was dizzy with the girl's breath, the icy warning reminded him of his ears, ignoring his mood.

"This time we have considered gambling to win, but it has also completely angered the empire."

The wording of "Nightingale" was still conservative. The director of the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau, known as the "heart of the stone", exploded on the spot after receiving the report, and the contents on the desk flew out instantly. Documents, stationery, and tea cups were scattered all over the place, and scumming like "scum", "reverse him", and "madness" were resounded throughout the office building. Some of the vocabulary of these words has not even been heard, and God knows where the director of the senior intellectuals learned from.

This time the matter was offended to death by the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau. This group of dogs will definitely search for the initiators and let this arrogant guy learn about the iron fist of the empire.

"The situation will inevitably be more severe in the future, but this is not the main problem. The most important thing is that the senior detective of the empire... After that, he will definitely be around you, trying to grasp the clues."

The civil servants of the Empire are all the same mass-produced parts. They pay attention to the efficiency of handling affairs, are polite and have no personal thinking. But the guy who commanded the scene this time was a little different. How should I describe it? Cunning, calm, sensible, and... paranoid than the secret police officers I have encountered so far.

No formal contact and no face-to-face conversation, but "Nightingale" can clearly feel a strong "breath" from the guy who said nothing-as if the hound is ready to go, ready to pounce on the tension of the prey sense.

According to "Nightingale"'s own experience, this kind of breath will be released, which is basically a very difficult guy.

"I met you at the scene of the incident twice in a row, and someone else might think it was an accident, but the guy who is very suspicious and eager to use color will not think so. He will monitor you for a period of time until the suspicion is lifted. So...it’s better not to have a relationship with us."

"This……"

"It's not that you look down on you or misunderstand that you are a boneless guy."

The girl's head was tilted, her cheek was resting on the boy's shoulder, and the dreamy soft whisper and the heartbeat of "Bong TongBou Tong" overlapped.

"Because you are not bad, it is better to return to your daily life as soon as possible. You should know how the empire will deal with the rebels. That is not the only thing you can do by yourself. of."

One person rebelled, the whole family sat together-this is the empire's consistent attitude towards the rebels, the worst case is not only a family, but also the whole family is punished or exiled.

If Marseille is convicted, his family's luck is best also sentenced to "relocation" and sent to a place in the north. If you are out of luck... then you don't need to say more.

Marseille knew this too. When he thought of the terrible punishment that might be imposed on himself and his family, cold sweat immediately ran down his cheeks.

The enemy to the empire can only die in order to atone.

The concept of being indoctrinated in various forms over the years has reminded others that it is like a heavy stone slab that is crushed on Marseille's heart, so that he can't breathe.

but--

Should it be said that it is incurable?

Or is it just a momentary impulse and courage?

Marseille still doesn't want to let it go.

Succumb to authority's conditioned reflex;

The soul that once resonated and overlapped, the urge to get deeper into contact and understanding;

Interaction and conflicting emotions and pressure make Marseille unsure of what to do and find no foothold. Marseille, who does not know where to go, turns his eyes to the girl next to him.

The girl happened to be looking here too. The four eyes met for a moment, and the girl immediately looked away, and Marseille's heart was suddenly gray. Because he already knew what she was going to say next.

"Enough, go back."

Her gaze turned to herself again, her red lips moved slightly, and the expected lines pierced her heart.

"can……!"

He hurriedly opened his mouth, but did not know how to express his heart. Before Marseille transformed his mood into logic and speech, the girl continued to say:

"Once the next thing touches, you can never look back."

——All she said is true.

Before understanding this fact, Marseille couldn't think about it, and had no time to judge whether it was right or wrong. He grabbed the girl's hand.

It is thinner than expected~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is also softer, but lacks heat and is slightly cold.

——Is it because of tension?

The moment the thought just crossed, Marseille's trembling voice overflowed between his lips.

"Although...Although I don’t know whether it’s good or bad, or whether it’s for what reason, I’ve been involved in the incident twice in a row...I don’t know if I’m right or wrong, but ...'It's really nice to meet you', I feel this way."

The previous world seemed to be all false illusions. When I accidentally came into contact with a certain opportunity, I suddenly discovered a brand-new world. The horizon's instantaneous development brought strong emotions and joy, as if I found my own place for the first time.

——I’m saying something stupid.

Tucao came out of his head, and at the same time, intense feelings were constantly being translated into language.

"It doesn't matter who you are, as long as you say you need me, it would be better for me to stay with you. So, I..."

"No need."

Before the words were finished, a cold, irritated word mixed with anger burst into it, and Marseille suddenly felt the whole world shaking.

"What you have touched these days is neither the adventure story of a knight to save the princess, nor a good thing. It is a cold and dark world, and now is the last chance. I say again, take everything in these days Forget it all. Don’t get in touch with us anymore, it’s better for you."

Along with the tone that draws the line, the scent of lavender leaves with the warm weight. It seemed that the timing was right. "Mockingbird" was lying between the two. After a silent ceremony, the girls left without looking back, leaving only the bewildered Marseille standing in the original Ground.

He stared blankly at the back that disappeared in the distance, like a canary in a cage watching the birds flying and singing freely.