Please Stop Summoning Me!

White fog shrouded Belland in the early morning.

The torrential rain that lasted for several days finally stopped, and the moist breath mixed with the smell of earth rushed to the face.

Shen Yi opened his eyes, what caught his eye was the relatively familiar ceiling, he sat up from the bed.

Everything that happened yesterday, the cult, the summons, the flames, was like an incredible dream.

But he knew best in his heart that what had happened these days was the truth.

"It's a new day, it's a new beginning, I hope there is no new call." Shen Yi sighed, not knowing when the next call would be.

Nolan is a foggy country, especially the capital Bayland. People all over the world call it the "fog city". Foggy and rainy days often alternate.

It was also very foggy today, Shen Yi shook his head at the door, business would not be good today.

"But whether business is good or not, it's no longer the most important issue now."

He brought out a black book with golden lines on the four corners. It looked a little old on the outside, but the content inside was even more old.

Shen Yi spent money to entrust the students of Bayland Imperial College to help him borrow books from the library.

"The Origin of the Otherworldly God"

Knowledge is often more important than power.

Before there were any guests in the morning, Shen Yi sat in a familiar position and began to flip through the books.

First, he wanted to find records about the "Lord of Ashes".

It didn't take too much effort, just flipped through it for a while, and Shen Yi found the location of the "Lord of Ashes" section in the directory.

"Starting on page 233."

The content about "Lord of Ashes" is at the very back of the book, Shen Yi turned from the back to the front for a while and found that page.

"The Lord of Ashes, the god of the world, the sun was once divided, and the Lord of Ashes was its wound."

"He has a body like a giant python, flame-like skin, wings formed by black flames, and emits endless flames that turn everything into embers."

"His existence will trigger all kinds of natural disasters, the nature is a "cup", and it will give food as a reward for the believers."

"The sun is divided, and the Lord of Ashes will not forget the taste of light. When the glow dims and the woods turn to dust, the Lord of Ashes may be able to die, but only when he can eat himself."

"His representative time is midnight, and the number represented is zero. He is a god who often sleeps in the world outside the realm. Compared with some more active gods outside the world, He has less interest in the mortal world."

Ordinary people might think it was just the author's nonsense when they saw the above words, but Shen Yi believed that what was said here was true.

However, the introduction to the Lord of Ashes in this book is limited, and Shen Yi also does not understand a bit.

He began to consult the knowledge of other otherworldly gods.

About "Mist of the White Shore", "Colorless City", "Ancient Spirit", "Void Dream Gate", "Chaos Watcher".

Shen Yi looked at it for a while, and felt that the content of this book was really not very useful, and most of the introduction to the gods was vague.

He sighed, closed the book he had finally borrowed, and took out another object from the back room.

An almost pure white mask with a pure black teardrop pattern just below the right eye.

This was sacrificed to him by a cultist, and it should have extraordinary magical effects, but Shen Yi tried it many times, but found that it was no different from an ordinary mask at all.

"Perhaps, it's because I haven't thought of the correct posture?" Shen Yi shook his head, for the time being, he had no idea in this regard.

Whether it is the knowledge of mysticism or the development of the extraordinary effects of sacrifices, Shen Yi has not achieved good results.

"Only this is still progress."

Shen Yi stretched out a hand and made a gesture of exerting force, and the white flames flew out automatically.

After a lot of practice, the white flame has become easier to control than it was at first.

Shen Yi closed his eyes and began to control this power. In just a thought, the white flame instantly turned into a human shape, like a flame warrior with a blade and armor.

Shen Yi's mind changed again, and the flame warrior exploded instantly, turning into a sky of fire feathers, floating in the air and forming a huge white palm.

He shook his head, his face full of unwillingness: "Unfortunately, there is no lethality at all, it's really a pity."

Shen Yi has been practicing the manipulation of flames in the cafe, and experimented with the little white rabbit, convinced that white flames really can't cause damage, and have no temperature and substance.

This extraordinary power is not so much a flame as it is an illusion.

After he was summoned last time, the white flame became even bigger. It was originally the size of half a villa, but now it can extend to the entire villa.

It's just that in order not to attract attention, Shen Yi usually doesn't make it so exaggerated.

"Judging from the existing information, every summon will make me progress in related abilities. Unfortunately, the flames are still not lethal so far."

The white flame in the air was deformed wantonly, Shen Yi looked up at it, and there was a feeling that iron could not become steel.

Absolutely, it's more of an illusion than a flame, is it destined to be a bluff?

This is not the case for normal people to cross, why after crossing by oneself, the combat power is still about half the goose.

Shen Yi shook his head and took the white flame back into his hand.

He got up and opened the door of the cafe, took off the "Closed" sign, and decided to

Officially opened.

He hasn't been open for a few days.

But Shen Yi's extraordinary power couldn't make money for him.

Shen Yi stood at the door, cleaning the water stains outside the door.

"It's a pity that there is no way to control the cultists asking for money. In my impression, anyone who can form a cult group will not be poor."

Once he opens his mouth and asks for money from a cult group, he will immediately "break the line", maybe fast-forward to being severely tortured.

Shen Yi knew this well, and in order to maintain the character, he had to rely on himself.

After cleaning the water stains, Shen Yi returned to the backstage of the cafe.

not far away.

The middle-aged man who had just put away his umbrella was walking towards the cafe.

In a black suit, his body is straight and straight, his eyes are not squinting, and his steps are calm and vigorous like an aristocrat.

He stopped at the door of the cafe.

The residual breath of the Lord of Ashes.

He looked at the young man in the store, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

A member of the Order of Chaos Embers? No, this breath is stronger and thicker than those of the believers, and it doesn't even look like a human being can leave behind.

The middle-aged man became interested, he stepped into the cafe, and sat in a more secluded position.

He had a gentle smile and a calm tone.

"Sir over there, please bring me a cup of black coffee."

Part 10 Chapter Ten

The middle-aged man was wearing a black suit of British style, with a bright red rose on his chest, and his navy blue eyes were full of the wisdom and curiosity of the elder.

He carried the umbrella he had just put away in one hand, and the glass jar covered with damp soil in the other.

Sitting in the cafe, Byron put the glass jar on the table and began to observe.

This is a small cafe.

The shop is neat and clean.

The owner of the cafe is standing behind the bar, a young man in his early twenties.

At least on the surface.

Actually?

The strong breath of the Lord of Ashes, hot, twisted, and heavy, made him a little breathless.

Saying that this is just an ordinary person, Byron absolutely does not believe it.

So, who is this holy man?

Byron became more and more interested, no matter whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, according to his character, he did not want to escape.

A professional and polite smile is put on Shen Yi's face to ensure that every guest has a spring-like experience.

Finally there are guests.

Shen Yi murmured in his heart, if there are no more guests, he will not be able to open a coffee shop and go to sleep on the street.

The dignified "Lord of Ashes" couldn't pay water and electricity bills, and lived on the streets, hungry and cold. I don't know what the cultists thought.

Shen Yi nodded to him: "Okay, I'll serve the coffee you want soon."

He heard that people who like to drink black coffee tend to have a calmer personality. The temperament of today's first guest seems to confirm this statement.

Nolan is a country with aristocrats, and Shen Yi's dressing up of Byron is not surprising at all.

Shen Yi chose Boza coffee beans, skillfully took out the filter paper, put it into the filter cup, rinsed it with hot water, and put in the coffee powder.

Start rushing.

He first used his little finger to poke a small hole in the coffee powder, then poured a little hot water from the pot into the small hole, spread the coffee powder clockwise, and steamed.

Let the ground coffee puff up.

After adding water and standing again and again, the aroma of black coffee gradually becomes attractive.

Byron secretly observed the youth behind the bar.

There is a kind of His breath on his body, very thick, the smell of the Lord of Ashes, a god outside the world.

But this aura is gradually dissipating.

As for why Byron can distinguish this kind of breath... He just hunted down a clan of the Lord of Ashes not long ago.

Byron is Nolan's orthodox nobleman. At the same time, he is also a top-level wizard. Even most of the family members of the gods outside the world are not his opponents.

Who is this person? Did he come here to stop me? Byron's eyes were full of doubts.

A few minutes later, the Lord of Ash's aura completely dissipated, Byron frowned slightly, and began to speculate again.

Could it be that it wasn't the young man who was concentrating on coffee who left the scent of the Lord of Ashes in the cafe?

He was still unable to determine the true identity of the young man.

"Flushed."

Shen Yi gently shook the heat-resistant pot, carefully poured the brewed black coffee into the mug, and his focused demeanor was exceptionally elegant.

He served hot black coffee from backstage and put it on Byron's table.

"Your black coffee, please."

"thanks."

Byron nodded and took a sip of coffee, not caring about the high temperature.

The fragrance is not particularly strong, it is a light grassy aroma, the taste is soft, the acidity is low, and there is no discomfort.

At least to be sure, this is not a potion.

"Isn't it hot?"

Shen Yi was a little surprised, and then he noticed the glass jar on the table, which was covered with damp soil, as if it had just been dug out from somewhere.

The inside of the jar is filled with sea blue thousand paper cranes.

He opened his mouth and asked, "What's in this jar are all thousand paper cranes?"

Byron nodded lightly, smiled and said, "They are all stacked by my daughter, each one is beautiful, right?"

Shen Yi was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand why the man in front of him would take such a thing and walk up and down the street.

But he couldn't let the conversation cool down, and replied with a smile: "It's beautiful, your daughter's hands should be very clever."

Byron was silent, recalling the past.

He said slightly bitterly: "Well, she has always been very ingenious since she was a child. I once told her that if she had any wishes, she would fold a thousand paper cranes and put them in this glass jar."

"When I have the opportunity and... time... I will pick out Qian Zhihe one by one and accompany her to realize the wishes inside."

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