The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 85 Safety Mantra You and I are like Ron En [Wan Zi] [Please subscribe~]

Movement occupies a very special place in Utopia.

It's not a 'sports for all' status, it's not 'bodybuilding is everything' or anything like that, but it's a beautiful status, a status that's like a bunch of people sitting in an office for [-] days and working two Nineteen-day people are thinking 'I can get healthy after buying a fitness ring', this kind of illusory and beautiful fantasy.

That's what sports are.

"The people in Utopia can spend no more than one hour a week on average to exercise, and [-]% of this hour is jogging. The poor people have to spend every day to find a way to survive. Most energy, what some have called 'exercise and fitness in leisure time', is out of the question for the vast majority of Utopians."

Curse Blade said: "That's why the authorities have to announce the movement and popularize the movement."

Gwen asked, "Is it for everyone's health?"

Curseblade said: "No, it is to make everyone think they care about everyone's health. For the authorities that rule the train, the most important thing is still order and chaos. It is precisely because of this that the movement is so important. The model physique erected by the authorities —a tall young man with a healthy complexion and a lively, carefree spirit, this is the ultimate body of sports.”

Gwen asked: "The ultimate body?"

How can exercise have an ultimate body.

But the curse blade said yes, and said in a weird tone: "full of vitality, people can't think of our own appearance, like every part made by the assembly line project, beautiful and in line with the size, no other .The most important thing is to fit the size so that the authorities can show up and tell us 'this is the glorious Utopian man', and when we walk forward with our heads held high, will there be another kind of man?"

"who?"

"Short and ugly, the hair on the animal's ears has fallen out before they are old, and their skin is bald and wrinkled. These Utopian people are obviously not the same type of people as the authorities promote. But this is Utopia, the dark side under the bright side .”

Sports Street is what Curseblade calls the glamorous side.

This street has a beautiful tree-lined avenue, and there are posters on the billboards on the roadside. On the posters, there is an elegant, mature, dust-free and handsome gentleman in a tennis suit with towering animal ears like wolf ears. , youthful and energetic lady, the colorful feathers are the characteristics of the Roots.

But watch them.

But Gwen remembered the kind of poster she saw in the back half of the carriage, the poster of the Faceless Man.The cold, black-and-white and red-toned poster has this sense of religious mystery and gothic evil.The faceless man in military uniform had a surveillance atmosphere on his faceless face.

Much more realistic than the advertisements on this perfect boulevard.

On the left side of Sports Street is a large sports garden, where you can find tennis courts and all the sports you can imagine that have a special middle-class meaning.Under the large and elegant parasols of various shapes are shiny and high-quality picnic tables and chairs, and the elegant ladies talk to the scholars with gentle and kind smiles.

Class.

An inexplicable sense of class emerged, as if they were not only humans, but also higher-level animals.It's like a comparison between humans and other animals. They consciously or unintentionally show their detached behavior.

But the scholars on the opposite side don't take this set.

Because she is a scholar, she can give a coherent rebuttal to what the lady said.

The lady said, "You probably heard about what happened in the carriage recently?"

The scholar raised his eyes: "Are you probably talking about the residents who are on the fellow train with us?"

The noble lady looked at the polish on her nails, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the residents in the lower compartment."

The scholar looked at the book with a blank expression on his face: "The title of the lower compartment is inappropriate. Firstly, the train only has the 'head and head', not the upper and lower. If you insist on the lower, it is the No. [-] Subway."

"You are a scholar, you know a lot, I want to ask where you come from?"

The scholar glanced at the lady and thought for a while, "I come from a place where I never call the passengers in the same compartment 'residents of the lower compartment'."

The noble lady smiled gracefully: "Then you must not be a local resident of the Laoxiangren."

"..."

On the opposite side of the sports garden, there are rows of exquisite single-family townhouses, some of which have been transformed into shops, some have been transformed into restaurants, and some have opened up the first and second floors to create a big house, becoming a A place similar to a large duplex house.There is a long and narrow field protected by fences and covered with a thin layer of oil soil at the entrance, where various fruit trees and vegetables are in full bloom.

Cozy spaces are no longer crowded.

There is also a special parking lot - this kind of parking lot refers to the place where there are fast food trucks for ordering service and various facilities for the drivers to pass the time.

Gwen and Curseblade got out of the car.

The outfits of the two are quite suitable for this sports street, full of a sense of superiority.

"Hiss..." The Cursed Blade patted his pocket.

Gwen could see that Squirrel Girl wanted to smoke a little bit.But on Sports Street, only fixed smoking areas can smoke, which made him laugh:

"Before the driver came here, he asked you if you wanted to stop in a smoking area, and you said no..."

"You don't understand, this is forced control consumption."

Curse Blade plausibly said: "I will still rely on these smokes to last until next month..."

There is nothing to do with her.

This guy.

"Sports Street is a big street in the center of the city, and the offices and offices of many outstanding Origin Force Envoys will have branches here."

Curseblade looked proficient, with her hands in her pockets, striding forward very imposingly. I have to say that this Squirrel Girl has a very good figure, and she has a drool-worthy vest that makes the plump Welgies envious. Even when striding forward, people can keep looking back at her.

Sports Street is a simple U-shaped street, with several complex alley-like streets in the middle of the double-row buildings.

Curseblade is very familiar with this place, she led Gwen to turn left and right, and entered a small alley that was especially suitable for doing bad things.

After passing through the clean and swept brick road, I came to a very secret bar.

There are posters and news boards hanging at the entrance of the bar, as well as a telephone box—a rare thing in Utopia.

The feeling of the bar is that kind of retro and old things, and it is an old style that does not match the gothic style and diesel-style utopia.The exterior is made of exquisite log wood, and the top of the window is the large glass window of Gwen's previous life around the 70s. A blackboard is hung on a wooden folding shelf, and the special dishes and drinks of the day are written in chalk.

The faint sound of music came.

Curseblade pushed open the door, and after Gwen followed in, the music finally became louder.

It was a kind of melodious blues music, like the style of the Eagles, country, rock, and that kind of psychedelic and realistic.

This kind of music style with excellent taste immediately made Gwen have a good impression of it.

The floor of the bar is made of light-colored walnut wood, which is a little uncoordinated, but the overall style is relatively bright, which neutralizes the gloomy feeling of the black wood bar. There are a lot of expensive drinks in the wine cabinet behind the bar. .A tall, thin, dark-skinned wolf-eared Ron En stood behind the bar, his thin figure contrasted to a certain extent with his surging muscles.

Thin might not be the best word for him.

The word 'lean' flashed in Gwen's mind. At the same time, as an amateur who had advanced a step or two in martial arts, he could also feel the strength of the opponent's body.

He is a strong man who can cut through steel with his hand as a knife.

Gwen thought so.

"It's you, Curseblade, I vaguely remember the last time you came here was the last time."

The wolf-eared Ron En said jokingly, slowly cleaning the cup in his hands.

Or cleaning a clean cup.

Because standing behind the bar and doing nothing seems a little too stupid, doesn't it?

There are not many customers in the bar, they are all people who exude a strong sense of origin.

There are cups in front of the drinkers, but they are like the coffee cups in front of the Xingoke study group, so they may feel heavy as a decoration.They were looking at a thick menu, which said [1917 Spell Inventory].

Obviously, this is a place where spells are sold.

But it seems that there are certain rules in it...

"Old rules, give me a carbine, and give my partner a carbine."

In Utopian language, carbine means [ticket].

The dark-skinned and thin wolf-eared Ron En showed a smile:
"Twenty rounds for military use."

A cup for ten rounds of military use, what is so expensive?
Although Gwen was puzzled, she kept a calm expression on her face.

"It's really expensive."

Curseblade complained, and took out two rows of military ammunition packed with plastic straps from his pocket. The bullets of these ammunition still had some carvings on them.There are many different varieties of military ammunition, but prices for each are certified.The various engravings are the hallmarks of the companies of the masters who made these bullets.

Even in Utopia, 'carving science' has been derived, which can be used to identify the source of military bullets.

"There are benefits to being expensive, Curse Blade, you should know that our reputation is worth the price."

"I see."

Cursed Blade said, found a place to sit down.Gwen sat down too.

The dark-skinned wolf-eared Ron En brought out two cups of fragrant coffee and put them in front of them, and took out two copies of "1917 Spell Inventory" and put them in front of them, "Old rules, don't make a fuss, don't study spells too much." Wen's history, we only do transactions."

He spoke in the tone of such a mystic.

Curseblade made a gesture of agreement.

Wait until Wolf Ear Ron walks back to the bar.

Gwen stared directly at the curse blade, and this gaze forced Squirrel Girl to put down the book and spread her hands: "The 10 military coins are the entrance fee and the deposit, and you will give it to me later. Suspicious, sometimes even spells of Sanyue and the cultivators of the Void Sea appear here, so, ha, choose slowly."

She lowered her head and pointed to the coffee cup by the way: "Although this cup is more formalistic, it is indeed drinkable and can be refilled indefinitely."

"..."

The number of spells is indeed very large. As soon as Gwen opened it, he could see that most of the inventory here came from some small associations. Simply put, most of the spells here came from the "sold goods" ', after killing the hostile crab legs, messengers of origin and monsters with origin, the spells obtained by chance will be sold here, and these spells will be calculated and sold at a price here.

And Gwen was finally able to see some high-end spells.

And it can be said to be very perfect.

The Force Envoy is indeed a type of spellcaster. There are spells that can improve body resistance. This kind of spell is useless in battle, and the effect is not very good.But in the Utopian wilderness where pollution and toxicity are extremely strong, mastering such a spell called [Voice of Clear Spring] to improve the body's immunity means being able to survive.

The mantra [Casio Vision] is a mantra that can easily identify poisons and food poisoning.

The spell [Running Cat] can create a lazy spirit cat. This cat will patrol the camp according to a certain logic. After encountering creatures that are not marked as "friends", it will send out The shrill meowing disappeared.It is a warning spell, which is quite easy to use.

The spell [Peacock Feather] creates arrows made of feathers and launches them without any damage, but the hair ends of the hit person will grow crazily colorful feathers of Roots and keep falling, which can provide nearly One hour of tracking time. (There is a small line written under the spell 'can also be used on friends, it's so funny to see them grow feathers')
These simple spells cost anywhere from 50 to 80 military rounds.

He circled it without hesitation.

Although I only have one spell slot, can't I switch it at will?The five or six seconds of the "cat lamp exchange formula" time is very simple in a non-combat state.

Although Curseblade said he chose it by himself, he still paid attention to Gwen.

Seeing that he circled three or four spells in one breath, he said in a tone that looked like irony, but was actually quite concerned:
"You choose so many spells, your secret tome must be very powerful, right? The spell slots in everyone's secret tome are limited, which is why I am obviously capable of obtaining life-saving spells. But I still chose to come here to buy a spell that suits me best and has the most prospects. To avoid polluting my spell pool."

"Don't worry, I have the numbers. As long as I have spells, I can use them instead of recording them in my secret tome."

Gwen revealed some information.

Curse Blade suddenly realized: "Is the source power of the mind flayer combined with the secret tome of the mind flayer so powerful?"

"What mind flayer secret tome?"

Gwen was baffled.

Curse Blade also felt baffled, "It's the secret tome you practiced as a mind flayer. You can't really practice "The Unfinished Book", right? As a chaotic tome, the unfinished book contains There are a lot of malicious 'knowledge poison', if you take it as a major, maybe your brain will melt soon, right?"

"..."

Gwen controlled all the muscles in his body, and at the same time made a calm expression - he couldn't fool the Curseblade without trying his best.

"You mean that. Fortunately, I have an affinity with shadows, and I have the ability to deceive a certain degree of judgment."

This lie is half true.

The ability of the shadow system does have the ability to "copy other people's spells", but this ability is not inferior to him, he can't do this kind of thing that grandiosely steals other people's proud abilities.

But half-truths are best used against someone like Curseblade.

The other party was deceived, and nodded: "Then you can remove the two spells [Casio Vision] and [Sound of Clear Spring]. The rabbit cat has a similar spell, and the spark also has one. You can buy it from them." Go, you don’t need to buy it here. It’s a little bit of a loss to buy spells of this level for military use.”

The curse blade said it was a loss, so it was really a loss.

Gwen erased these two spells, and kept [Peacock Feather] and [Running Cat], and there are still a lot left for military use.After thinking about it for a while, he chose a spell that required a full two hundred military use.

【Lute's Sky Feather】.

This spell can make the user's ears grow golden Lute feathers, and the bones on the body will be filled with the talent and strength of the Lute people, so that when they fall from a high place, they can slowly land on the ground, as if It's like a feather.At the same time, users who have the golden root feather can use random single-syllable spells to make an object within 5 meters within the field of vision receive the "Blessing of Feather Fall", reducing the weight by four-fifths.

At the same time, it can only take effect on two targets other than itself and itself.

The more source power is injected, the faster its duration and feedback speed.

When choosing this spell, Curseblade didn't think it was necessary, but Gwen just wanted to choose it.

This is not 'something the world urgently needs', but comes from Gwen's own 'fear'.

That is, the fear caused by the question of how to survive from heights.If Gwen wants to gain peace of mind, this aspect must be supplemented.A way to survive the fall from a high altitude... Although it may not be necessary in Utopia, Gwen just wants it. This is an unreasonable begging.

Regarding this attitude of 'I just like it', Curseblade has no choice but to nod slightly: "Okay, okay, you just buy it, anyway, knowing more is not harmful to us, maybe the future Someday the knowledge will be needed to transform or create something else."

Afterwards, Gwen chose a stand-in spell called [Shadow's Double Body], which is used for life-saving spells, and can create a dark shadow on his body when he is hit. Attacks are absorbed.Aside from consuming a lot of source power, it is a life-saving ability with almost no shortcomings, and when fully activated, it can even create a shadow to replace itself.

The value of this spell needs to spend a little source gold to buy it.

The only regret is that this spell is a 'famous' spell.

Being famous is not a good thing in the world of Origin Messenger, because being famous means 'everyone knows', and if a life-saving spell is known to everyone...it means that some bad things will happen, maybe being targeted and so on.

However, the first use is still guaranteed.

The hard part is always to use afterwards.

"..."

Since the price of the mantra is relatively expensive, after confirming the shopping, the goods will be escorted by the source force messenger to the No Fate Man's Apartment to complete the transaction. Gwen and the others only need to prepare the bullets.

This type of transaction does require a certain amount of trust.

Fortunately, the Curseblade enjoys that trust here.

This squirrel girl can eat anywhere.

After she bought two spells, she even received a small batch of information, or rumors.

Such rumors generally come from underground.

There may be some real information hidden in the chaotic, seemingly crazy words. Gwen has no interest in these information that seem to be spoken by crazy people.For him, a more convenient source of information is to use his own ability to give a spirit body a warm embrace, and then get some information from the other party's soul.

Curseblade doesn't think so.

She returned to the car and said to the open window, "Go to Mandrake Street!"

Then go back:
"The real valuable information is hidden in these rumors. Mao Deng once sold a collection of stories called "Historical Stories of the Three Kingdoms to the One Hundred and Eight Jurors of the Bandits in the Court of Justice on Mount Liang"... Huh, what a weird name, but when the various dynasties mentioned in it collapsed and were in chaos, careerists moved around, but their beginnings were all rumors."

Gwen guessed that it should be Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Outlaws of the Marsh. Although I don't know why the translated names are so weird, considering that this is Utopia, it is normal.

But this made Gwen's homesickness even stronger.

If you were not sure at the beginning, then now Gwen is a little sure that this is her own world, after all, there are Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin...

"And how many times have you dug out useful information from it?"

Gwen asked.

But it didn't stop either.

First of all, this is the curse blade's own business.

The second is that I used "Kalil Crew Diary".

After using "Kalil Crew Diary", within three days, an opportunity will appear around me, that is, a state where both luck and coincidence hit the door.It's possible... Maybe the information that Curseblade has obtained is his own opportunity!

Gwen looked at Curseblade attentively.

It's like the eyes of an amateur runner who just finished a long-distance run and puts coins into the drink machine, eagerly waiting for the cola to drop.

drop it.

Cola!

... This line of sight was a little too strong, Curseblade was a little uncomfortable being looked at, pinched his own face, pulled it up, and pulled out a physical one-sided smile: "Why are you looking at me all the time? "

"You're pretty so I keep looking at you."

Gwen chose the phrase to cover it up.

Curse Blade froze for a moment, let go of his hand, and scratched his head:

"Even I would be ashamed to be said such a thing by such a beautiful boy."

"Even you are shy?"

"Yes."

Curse Blade shook his body, lowered his head and began to sort out the rumors: "Well, there is a nursery rhyme, 'a foot of cloth can still be sewn'... what the hell? There are also rumors that I heard a fox barking in the middle of the night, what is it called 'countryman' Xing, Long Yanchang'... What the hell is this? What else is there, 'When Long Yan dies, the villagers will share'..."

Gwen trembled a little.

Is this really an opportunity?
It's not 'Death Followed You Home Sheriff', it's scary.

But Gwenle's squirrel was obsessed with analyzing the rumors, because Gwen had had enough of her talking on the road before.Curseblade is occasionally silent and deep in thought, and occasionally eloquent, but under the manic, wise, intelligent and neurotic appearance, she still has a proud characteristic, which leads to her not having many friends, and more intimate friends. not much.

Gwen didn't quite think she would be the other's friend.

But unfortunately and fortunately, Cursed Blade, a genius on the path of Originator, recognized Gwen as his own kind.Therefore, he will tease him tirelessly, just like a clever and cunning cat that pats other cats with its paws from time to time, just to make his "kind" get up and play with him.

This is where the Curseblade takes pride and vanity.

Huita is her good friend, but she never discusses her academic achievements with Huita, and she won't say something like 'I can guess today's wind force from the way a leaf falls'.The mantle is also her friend, but she will not say to the mantle that 'after fully learning the fighting posture, one can show a perfect force posture'.

She should be more proud.

Gwen obviously has her approval, so the squirrel can't stop talking about his various research results, just to get admiration.

If the mind flayer is willing to admit that he is not as good as the other party, maybe Curseblade will soon lose interest in him like a scumbag, so that his ears can be quieted.

But unfortunately.

Although Gwen doesn't think he is a fart and difficult person to get along with, he is not willing to admit that he is inferior to others so easily.

Therefore, in terms of martial arts, he used a large number of moves and force-generating skills that were unlikely to be used in the previous world to refute and discuss various theories of the curse blade, which formed a vicious circle...

The more the two argued, the more Curseblade liked him, and the more he wanted to explore the mystery of the source of power with him.

And he was unwilling to admit defeat, so he would secretly read books at night to supplement his attainments in Yuanli.

The two sides reached a perfect involution cycle.

Now that Squirrel Girl didn't speak, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

You can take a little rest.

…………

Curse Blade turned over the information over and over again, and did not tell Gwen the information about the blue-faced silver that pleased Gwen, but said in a haughty tone:

"Although there is nothing interesting to gain, I think the truth behind some of these rumors should be able to give some weak help to my old friends in the No. '. That case was obviously not done by mind flayers, look at this rumor, which mentions such words as 'dim lights', 'like roars of demons' and 'squirming of some kind of heavy stone elemental life'... ..."

Gwen racked her brains and frowned: "I think I understand what you mean."

He doesn't understand.

But the heart can be subdued, but the mouth must not be subdued.

Gwen's psychological quality is absolutely hard enough, and absolutely ruthless enough, and her adaptability is at the level of S+.Telling a short story can make people understand how strong Gwen's psychological quality is. In the past, in the classrooms of some very serious teachers, there would be a horrible "rolling mechanism", that is, "this way Question who will? ', at this time, students who sleep in class, students who play with mobile phones in class, and students who desert errands will all silently lower their heads, not daring to look directly at the teacher, for fear of being called out.

At this time, Gwen would hold her head high, look at the blackboard with a 'hum' expression, and look directly at the teacher. At the same time, after half a second, she would lower her head and draw and write on the draft paper in a bored way.

Such a gesture.

I'm afraid that serious teacher will never think in his life, 'Gwen he won't! 'This result.

With this excellent psychological quality, Gwen spent three years in class without any worries, and was never called by the teacher to go to the blackboard to write answers.

What is strength?This is called strength.

Curse Blade was also like that serious teacher at this time, Yan Yan did not expect that the beautiful mind flayer boy with a wise expression in front of him would not understand anything at all.

"If you still remember, you should remember the six mind flayer incidents that took place on Walter Street, Strawberry Street and New Grass Street, right?"

Curseblade's memory is excellent. Gwen once watched a TV series with the other party, and she was able to recite the lines vividly the next day, adding emotion.

Gwen nodded: "Yes."

He doesn't remember.

"Very well, then you probably remember that five of them happened near a brick alley?" Curse Blade showed a thoughtful expression.

Gwen didn't say "ah, yes, yes" this time. As an excellent fool expert and a master of pretending to be confused, Gwen has her own set of rules, which is to ask questions appropriately under certain circumstances that do not affect the overall situation. It can improve your reliability among smart people.

"Is it five?"

Curse Blade froze for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, and finally nodded affirmatively:

"It should be five. Although one of them is a bit far-fetched, it should be counted. It happened next to the wall, which corresponds to the information I just obtained in the rumors. No matter what the truth of the other mind flayer incidents is, these five incidents It is obviously a 'group crime'. Through the transformation of the wall, a reason leading to the sewer is made, and then people are kidnapped, and the heart and valuable organs are dug out and thrown out. It is undoubtedly disgusting criminal behavior."

"..."

Curse Blade stretched his waist: "How many crimes have acted in the name of strange stories? But at least this incident has been resolved."

After a while, she couldn't help feeling smug again: "Since I arrived on the Fellowship, the number of mysterious cases solved in this area has increased greatly. There are not so many boring monsters in this world, and there are not so many boring weird stories. The incidents that seem to be ghost killings and monster killings are in the final analysis all done by some inhuman people."

Gwen thinks this is a good thing.

He wouldn't be mad at Curseblade because he lacked some empathy for the victim.

To be honest, there are similarities between Gwen's thoughts and the ritual association of the quiet dead corpse.

That is to say no to the mind.

No matter how the curse blade lacks empathy, the existence of the curse blade has indeed solved many unjust, false and wrong cases. This is good, this is good, and this is what should be called good.When a tragedy happens, a person cries bitterly, which shows that he is a sympathetic person.However, sympathy is not justice. Even if his tears dried up and his voice became hoarse, he still couldn't hurt the murderer one iota.

Gwen doesn't exclude good people, he likes good people.

But not the kind of "good guy" who has "empathy above all else", please, as a detective in the world of Utopia, even if there are only a few thousand tragedies a year, he will be sorry for the security of Utopia.Solving the case with exhaustion and punishing the murderer is not a reason for these idiots who can only cry and useless to ask 'do you have a heart'.

"Would you write to the precinct?"

"I will write to the press agency first, and then to the bureau." Cursed Blade rolled over and lay down comfortably, with the back of his head resting on his hands, "I hope you can understand this matter."

When it comes to the dark side of the authorities, Gwen feels that his intelligence should be increased by about 20.

"After all, some incidents have been 'concluded'. You dug them out with a shovel again, and the shovel went in and poked their faces."

"Yes." Curse Blade nodded.

Her expression showed a 'talking to a smart person is easy' expression.

…………

The armored squirrel car soon reached Mandrake Street, a long street that went straight on Sports Street, crossed a road called 'Municipal Avenue', and went to the car interchange before the next car.The Mandrake Street is built at the junction of the carriages. It is a circular street with entrances and exits on both sides, connecting the two carriages.

This is a typical high-end area. There is a layer of oil soil on the gear in the middle, and a big tree is planted.With the big tree as the center point, gears, levers, and conveyor belts, a factory-like area is completed.And what it creates is a bottle of 'oxygen mask' for air purifiers, so a lot of comfortable air spreads here, citrus, strawberry, lime... all kinds of fruit flavors The air is here to spread.

Very fragrant place.

Therefore, a large number of luxurious restaurants were built here, and the gear underground river was also used to discharge sewage as the connection point between the two carriages. They did not have to worry about being condemned when they did this.

Here, you can meet all kinds of transformed people.

After Gwen got out of the car, he was dragged by the curse blade to a restaurant that had been reserved. This restaurant had an astonishingly beautiful fluorescent light. Behind the heavy glass, a large amount of water rolled up glowing coral and plankton, slowly It rotates in a vortex, and the restaurant itself is built on a huge gear, so both sides rotate together, making this dreamy scene even more dreamy.

Gwen also made a sound of surprise.

This is not physics, but source force.

A powerful source of force maintains the balance between the entire restaurant and the water flow. A powerful source of life allows life to multiply in the vortex. The owner of that powerful source of force is sitting on a colorful flower in the restaurant. Among the cushions under the fluorescent tree.

A black-haired man, Ron En, was wearing a loose robe, and his body was a little thin. His soft dog ears were attached to the top of his head, and he looked drowsy.There is a kind of seductive but sacred charm that does not distinguish between men and women on the exquisite face, with bare toes stepping on the cushion lightly, he is a man who looks like a man no matter what, but possesses a very strong charm.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Among the origin messengers that Gwen has seen so far, as long as the origin power reaches a certain level, there seems to be no one who looks too bad.Even the image of a bald man is quite masculine.

This seems to be the law of the source messenger?But it seems...

Gwen looked at the dog-eared Ron En, who had a handsome and indistinguishable face, and felt as if she had grasped something in her heart.

"Isn't it strong?"

Curseblade asked softly, while the guy kept looking at the dog-eared Ron.

...It seems that as long as the words point to the other party, the other party will respond to even a weak discussion.

From the expression of this male Ron En, one can feel a little 'distressed' emotion.

He looked over and met their eyes.

Curseblade nodded with a smile, and at the same time reached out and squeezed Gwen's palm suddenly.Only then did Gwen come to his senses, clumsily hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and nodded lightly like the courtesan squirrels around him.

The male Ron En's eyes softened, he nodded meekly, and then looked down at a huge book on his lap.

That may be a little inappropriate.

But Gwen felt a strange 'maternity' from the other party.

"Do you two have a seat reservation?"

A waiter comes up.

Curse Blade smiled at the waiter: "It's booked, and the code is 'the sextant at half past six is ​​useless'."

Hearing this puzzling code, the waiter also compared this boring code with the face of the interesting-looking Squirrel Girl in front of him, and seemed to come to some conclusions of 'so good-looking but crazy', he hung up A respectful smile led the two to their reserved seats.A good seat to see most of the whirlpool.

"Excuse me, is the food served according to the order?"

"Yes, we have no taboos, just go ahead."

So the waiter neatly poured lemon tea for the two of them first, and then went to the back kitchen to make arrangements.

After the man walks away.

Curse Blade asked in a tone of discussing secrets:
"How about it?"

"How about what?"

"Is it amazing, the origin messenger who is one step away from the commander class."

Gwen realized what the other party was saying and nodded: "Very strong, stronger than I imagined."

"Hey, so you can't blame me for being suspicious about what I said to you earlier about 'Licky is about the same as you'. It's about the same level as you, which means it's about the same level as beyond the deputy commander level. If she has an advantage against you, That's about the same as this guy."

While Gwen nodded, a doubt arose:
The pressure that Li Qi puts on himself is not as strong as the peak of the deputy commander level?
Could it be...the opponent hadn't used all his strength at that time! ?

"What about Long Yan?"

"Long Yan is one of the most talented geniuses in history! Even in the commander class, he is quite strong, so I said this is a long-term mission."

Gwen felt that her vision was still limited. In the past, she thought that her source power could be regarded as 'good', but now it seems that it is likely to be 'mediocre'?
The heart-trapping Moge sister in her head let out a helpless laugh.

right?Very helpless, right?It turns out that we are so good!
(End of this chapter)