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- "May I have your name?"
The sound came from above the head.
The shadow seemed to have substance, completely covering him.
The young man raised his head slightly.
That's a man.
He is very tall and strong. It felt like if I were caught in his hand, I would be no different from a kitten that had just turned one month old.
¡ª¡ªThat¡¯s right, a kitten that is just one month old is not as good as a newborn. The kitten, which has not yet opened its eyes, has not shown its teeth, and even has its pink skin exposed, will open its mouth to threaten and scratch with its claws. But when the moon is full, there will be fear. Instinctively avoid dogs and strangers.
but¡ª¡ª
""
The young man was silent.
But, it¡¯s not because of fear.
¡°Perhaps, I have even forgotten what fear is.
He looked at the man in front of him steadily.
Wearing a gray windbreaker, there is no doubt that his figure is strong, and the lines of his muscles can be felt through the clothes.
The dark face has wonderfully harmonious facial features, and the outline is neither soft nor deep, making it difficult for the young man to tell whether he is an Oriental or a Westerner.
¡°Oh, don¡¯t you know your name?¡±
The man looked at him and said thoughtfully.
The young man wanted to widen his eyes.
The young man felt short of breath.
The boy wanted to beat his heart faster.
¡¡
He is right.
The young man really didn¡¯t know his name.
¡ª¡ªThis is not true.
Even cats and dogs raised by humans, or birds, or monsters, all have their own names.
Maybe you have it yourself.
But I don¡¯t remember.
However, what made the boy feel "unreasonable" was not the fact that he did not know his own name.
Rather¡ª¡ª
"Why do you know?"
The young man spoke.
The voice is as calm as fresh water. Questioning is just to confirm the facts.
Even if he was told the central issue, the young man was not panicked or surprised. It was as if all the emotions had been expelled from the body with sweat, then condensed into white frost flowers, and then melted together with the fine salt accumulated on the clothes, and no longer belonged to him.
"All secrets will automatically reveal their true colors in front of"
The corners of the man¡¯s mouth turned up and he smiled.
"superpower?"
The young man did not hear clearly the word that the Sith warrior lowered his voice deliberately.
However, his rhetorical question was not out of curiosity, but purely to confirm the facts.
¡°¡ªActually, that¡¯s not the case.¡±
The joking element in the man's smile deepened.
"When I see you, it reminds me of the old me."
He looked deeply at the young man again. "The first time I met Master. At that time, I didn't even remember my name"
Arriving in Alma.
In that place, I don¡¯t know how many planes away.
There was once a man who was dragged out of a medical sink by a young woman.
An invisible force clamped down on his throat, lifting his body up with his feet dangling in the air. The feeling of suffocation made his heart beat wildly, but it could only send the minimum amount of oxygen to his brain.
A young woman¡¯s face appeared in the darkening field of vision.
She has the soft facial features of an Ahel woman and skin as white as porcelain. Her long black hair falls from her flat hat and drapes over her shoulders wearing a gray vest.
The clear female voice is like a cold steel needle, piercing directly into the brain.
¡¾name? ¡¿
¡¾have no idea? ¡¿
"Why don't you know? ¡¿
¡¾It seems that I really don¡¯t know. It's hard to do without a name It's morning, is it morning? Then I¡¯ll call you Asa. ¡¿
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¡The memories end here.
¡ª¡ªMy divergent thinking syndrome seems to be getting more and more serious. Is it because the energy of this plane is too high?
The Sith warrior took back his mind.
"Is it important?" The young man spoke again. "Name, is it important?"
"certainly."
Asbyn replied.
¡°¡Then you can call me whatever you want.¡±
The young man replied.
No.
It¡¯s not that he¡¯s bored.
Rather, I simply feel that this is the most efficient way to do it.
"No, no, that's not possible."
The smile on the man's face disappeared.
"The name is how you and others know yourself. They are called aspein and also. The result is that they are two completely different people. For a private person"
"Oh!"
The man sitting opposite howled miserably. The shocked young man felt a pain in his ears. It also interrupted the other party's passionate speech.
The young man turned his head.
The man wearing the blue robe common to the disciples of Qiyao Church sat on a chair, with his hands clasped together, veins exposed, knuckles white, and nails deeply sunk into the flesh.
The young man remembers.
Not long ago, this man was stoned in the head by a mob while trying to protect a woman who had been salted at the station.
¡ª¡ªThat woman¡¯s fate is to die anyway, the right thing to do is to stay aside and watch.
The young man could not understand this student monk named Galluger-Wiseman.
It is even more difficult to understand why the man named Asbyn wanted to take this guy with him.
As for why he howled miserably, the young man understood.
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Even if you use the secret solution of Qiyao Church! poison! medicine! No exception.
"Huh?"
Standing opposite Wiseman, the nun who treated his wounds looked at the paper bag in her hand with suspicion.
"It's a recovery medicine, right right?"
"That's so weird!"
I don¡¯t know where the strength came from, Wiseman snatched the paper bag over, glanced at it, and let out a desperate cry.
"This color, this smell, this taste this is obviously a solution, right? Right?!"
Depending on the detoxification target, the detoxification agent will contain more or less toxic ingredients. If applied to a wound, although it is not as powerful as red pepper powder, it is still much stronger than salt.
"Huh? How come?"
The nun with brown eyes had a slightly panicked look on her face. Feeling around in the thick nun's uniform.
"Didn't I confirm it?"
"Please confirm!"
The young monk was on the verge of tears.
Is the woman in front of me a nun from Qiyao Church? Really a nun?
Even if you are a trainee, you shouldn¡¯t get the antidote and recovery medicine wrong, right? !
It is simply a disgrace to the reputation of Qiyao Church! !
The nun waved her hand, with no trace of shame on her face.
"Don't worry about the trivial things!"
"That's not insignificant, right? As a nun of Qiyao Church"
"It's just a minor injury!"
"That's because he's injured, right?"
"Don't howl like a wounded monster!"
"Humans are a kind of animal just like Warcraft, right? They can also howl! They are all equal in front of the goddess!!"
¡¡
The two started to quarrel.
The young man turned his head.
It¡¯s all useless information. Even if you enter it, there will be no results.
He couldn¡¯t understand why the man next to him stood up straight, folded his arms, and looked interested.
He looked at where the four of them were now.
Not long ago this place was called "The House".
Located on the street at the entrance of this town, the location is quite good.
Although the area is not large, judging from the exposed bricks and stones, the owner must have taken great care in maintaining it.
¡°I must have experienced quite a lot of warm moments, for example, when the wife welcomed her husband home.
Another example is when the aroma of food wafts out of the chimney.
¡ª¡ªThis has nothing to do with me.
The young man's gaze swept across, but did not stop.
Now, here is just a pile of grotesque wreckage, or ruined objects.
The salted beams and columns cannot support the weight of the masonry.One side of the house had collapsed into a grotesque shape. As for the other three sides, it is probably only a matter of time before they collapse.
Finally, the rakugo-like quarrel over there ended.
¡°Hmm, maybe the apprentice monk was in too much pain and didn¡¯t have the energy to complain - maybe it was just because he had no energy to complain? Wiseman was already gasping for air.
"The nun still looked at ease.
¡°Probably because the breathing movement affected the wound on his forehead, his cheeks were trembling.
Of course, compared with the physical strength of the apprentice monk who huddles in the library all day long and the itinerant nuns who run around the continent of Samlia all year round, it is not called overestimating one's capabilities, but rather humiliating oneself.
The nun rummaged through the medical bag.
"The bleeding has stopped, here are the stitches"
""
The student monk named Wiseman trembled obviously.
Various expressions appeared on his face, as unpredictable as the clouds in the sky.
About ten seconds later.
"¡¡I will do it myself."
Wiseman said with difficulty.
"¡¡ha?"
The red-eyed nun looked at him with wide eyes.
"I will do it myself!"
¡¡
"¡¡interesting¡¡"
"What!"
"So funny!"
Ain shouted and put the needle and thread into Wiseman's hand.
"This is the first time I see stitches on myself! Hurry up!"
¡°¡Am I an actor in the troupe?¡±
Looking at the nun whose eyes were shining like obsidian, Wiseman sighed and took the needle and thread, as well as the makeup mirror handed over by the nun.
Wiseman took a deep breath, but his fingers were still trembling slightly.
??????? Stay awake.
So you can¡¯t use analgesics with silver obsidian (magic) powder.
It must hurt like hell.
But no matter what, she is much better than this clumsy nun!
When he finally made up his mind, an unexpected person stood in front of him.
""
The young man¡¯s face was expressionless.
"you¡¡"
The confused expression on Wiseman¡¯s face instantly turned into horror.
The young man reached out to the wound on his forehead.
¡ª¡ªOf course, not empty-handed.
At that moment, Wiseman saw what was in the boy's hand.
A blue-black object about the size of a person's first knuckle, divided into three distinct segments, and covered with downy hairs.
The front section has two long tentacles, and the horny mouthparts shine with a cold metallic light, opening and closing violently.
The giant ants of Northumbria live in this cold northern country.
Although it does not belong to Warcraft, in a sense, it is something more terrifying than Warcraft.
"Varied¡¡"
Before Wiseman could react, the boy had already pressed the ant on Wiseman¡¯s forehead wound.
Under the influence of mania and panic, the ant's huge mandibles pierced the flesh like pliers.
""
Probably because of the excessive impact, Wiseman was stunned and completely unresponsive.
The young man used his hands to crush the ant's body into a pulp. Leave only the ant head on the wound.
At first glance, it looks like eyebrow nails that delinquents like to wear. Yet this hideous ornament is still alive. The pincer-like mouthparts also tightly grasp the sides of the wound to close it.
It looks really scary.
It wasn¡¯t until the boy left six or seven such horrific decorations on the wound that Wiseman remembered to open his mouth and scream.
but¡¡
It doesn¡¯t hurt?
Not only did it not hurt, but the wound gradually subsided.
The mouthparts of giant ants contain paralyzing toxins. However, the thing that was meant to kill its prey has now become the best analgesic.
¡°Oh, it¡¯s really a strange sight.¡±
Ain nodded his head up and down in wonder. She turned to ask the boy.
"Where did you learn it?"
"¡¡have no idea."
The young man replied indifferently.
No.
It¡¯s not indifference.
It¡¯s just stating the facts.
Wiseman looked at the boy.
"What on earth have you experienced"
"have no idea."
The young man¡¯s answer was still the same.
The young nun turned her brown eyes to the man standing with his arms folded.
The man shrugged.
"It must be something dark enough."
?Darkness?
The nun and the apprentice frowned together and smiled bitterly.
No matter how hard the people of Qiyao Church try, can the light of the goddess¡¯ love not shine to every corner of the world?
"¡¡not understand."
The young man said expressionlessly.
Darkness or something.
Disgusting or something.
Terrible or something.
The boy didn¡¯t know what these words meant.
Kill, or be killed.
To plunder, or to be plundered.
This is his life. All life.
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