Taste, Relationship, Dexter

Wu Ci didn't want to say anything more, nor did he want anyone to see his embarrassing predicament.

He looked down at the [Spiritual System] that penetrated his chest and lungs, then turned his gaze to Chen Qian, and uttered intermittent breaths, "Since, it was Cecilia... who asked you to come, then on behalf of... ahem... on behalf of what you said before, it is not urgent to help Zhen Shanhe take this thing. I will return it after I come back. Please take Miss Folster away, and don't let her follow this train. She may be in danger along the way."

Wu Ci thought: Cecilia was the type who was too concerned and confused. Maybe she heard that Zhen Shanhe was deliberately making things difficult for her, and she became too anxious, so she made the unnecessary and stupid move of asking Chen Qian to come over.

They had to quickly move the dust away and wait until the train arrived at the designated location so that he and Black Cat could work together to intercept the supplies on the train.

He knew that this behavior would easily make Zhen Shanhe target him more, but the main reason was that he was really short of spirit stones recently, because Wu Ci planned to awaken "Chu Ci" as soon as he got the spirit stones in this batch of supplies to increase his combat power.

The last remaining simulation of the Solomon period voucher also urgently needs a large amount of spiritual stones. After all, the starting point of witchcraft as a human is too low, and it is a bit difficult to seize the authority of Sir Silver in ordinary ways, so you still have to spend money to cheat.

According to Black Cat and Cecilia's attitude towards the original body, it shouldn't matter if he uses more of the Spiritual Stones after he gets them. Even if he uses them all up, they are unlikely to ask where all the Spiritual Stones went. They will only believe his random excuses and try to get him more Spiritual Stones.

——The Ministry of Finance and the wandering cult that Black Cat belongs to should have a lot of money.

As he thought this, Chen Qian also noticed his intention and deliberately pressed the [Spiritual System] with his hand, "You want to get rid of me? What are you going to do?"

"…Duty Migration Officer, I hope you—um, um! Ahem…don’t dare to pry into other people’s privacy. This, this—"

Wu Ci was caught off guard by this thrust and couldn't help but let out a slight groan of pain from his throat. The blood in his pierced lungs surged up and filled his mouth with blood.

He stretched out the hand whose wrist bones were deformed and sunken due to being damaged by the metal spike and grabbed the hand that was moving erratically. He increased the force, and the tips of the nails on his five fingers, which still had some blood in them, turned white.

This time the dust removal felt painful.

Wu Ci's tone remained unchanged, and he finally finished what he was going to say in a dignified and complete manner with a weak voice, "…This is an extremely disrespectful behavior."

As expected, Chen Qian was not angry, he just wanted to jokingly criticize his pettiness.

But just as Chen Qian put on an expression and hadn't spoken yet, golden heroic particles suddenly appeared beside him, forming the figure of a familiar young man.

"The way you call yourself, the word [disrespectful], and your behavior and way of speaking remind me of Dexter."

The handsome black-haired young man wearing leather armor, narrow riding boots, an old hard leather coat and a sword hanging from his waist stretched out a sunburnt hand covered with scars and swords. "I am Isaac Ranger from the time of Solomon, at the level of Heroic Spirit. Chen Qian is my exorcist. Can we get to know each other?"

As expected…

The hero of the dust migration turned out to be this boy Youxia. No wonder they look so similar and both have the habit of not wanting to reject any woman.

Wu Ci Lian thought that Chen Qian had become Ines's lover, and Youxia, as Chen Qian's heroic spirit, did not stop him, so he felt annoyed when he saw Youxia. Not to mention that his current appearance and situation were not decent, and it was difficult for him to speak, so he had no desire to talk to him after a long separation.

So Wu Ci did not answer, but only hoped that the knight could make some progress after so many years, at least learn to read people's eyes and the air, and know when to retreat.

However, his expectations were dashed. The Ranger still had the same expression of asking for a beating as before, and started talking to him as if he was deliberately not understanding the other person's intentions, "Can I see your face? Do you have a contracted hero? Or would you like me to help you find a piece of evidence related to the Duke of Dextal during the Solomon period?

I don’t know if anyone else has said that you and him are very similar, so the compatibility must be very high, and maybe you can summon him out.”

"...I hope...you can...be quiet...and leave quietly."

"What if I say no?" The knight raised Wu Ci's chin in a frivolous manner, touched the faceless white mask, and still had no sense of propriety. He reached out to touch Wu Ci's clothes, "You dress like him, not just the clothes, but also your dressing habits. Nowadays, few people dress so formally, buttoning up all the way to the top button and adding a cloak on the outside. Not to mention that you are playing a prisoner now, and you are still pursuing a sense of ceremony?"

Wu Ci turned his head and shook off his hand, then pushed him away with his right hand, the only wrist that could move and still had a steel spike on it.

However, the human body is simply incomparable to the Ranger, a heroic spirit from the time of Solomon. The witch did not use the body that belonged to Dextal during the simulation, and could easily suppress the Ranger, the head of the Isaac family, who was the leader of the Crusaders.

The ranger's hand had already torn open the buttons on the collar of his shirt and touched the mithril pendant given by Ines from around his neck.

——The chess piece in the pendant is exactly the fragment of Lord Silver’s authority!

Wu Ci's eyes widened in shock, and he used all his limbs to struggle free from the metal spikes!

However, the Heroic Spirit is faster.

The ranger quickly pressed the [Spirit System] on his chest to prevent him from summoning heroic spirits, pinned him to the ground, grasped his two wrists that still had steel nails on them with one hand, and sat directly on his waist to control him.

Unfortunately, as an ordinary person with injuries, Wu Ci could not suppress a knight of the Heroic Soul level who lived in the Solomon period, practiced knight training since childhood and had experienced many battles in a short moment, nor could he fight three people alone in the train carriage.

In this situation where he has no spiritual energy left and has not had time to recover from the injuries he has sustained, unless he uses [Sacrifice to Summon the Gods], no matter what means Wu Ci currently has, it will be of any use.

Yes, because the blood filled my respiratory tract, I couldn't even speak the witchcraft words clearly, including the words that had a brainwashing effect.

However, he could not trust too much in the mercy of the Heavenly Master.

Using [Sacrifice to Summon the Gods] to call Tianzun to come over and take a look, he could easily destroy the entire real world, including him. Not to mention that this is the era of extinction of spirits after the Twelve Mysterious Spirits specifically blocked Tianzun. Not to mention Tianzun, it is very difficult for other Mysterious Spirits to interfere with the world according to the rules, and the sacrifices required for [Sacrifice to Summon the Gods] are not enough.

Wu Ci fell silent and did not struggle, as if tacitly accepting that anything could be done to him. He neither refused nor resisted, and tried his best to remain calm and maintain his dignity.

Because there are still steel spikes on his limbs that have not been removed, and there are [Joint Spirit System] piercing his chest and lungs, even with flesh and blood vitality it is impossible to repair these places with foreign objects, it will only make them grow together more severely and deformed.

Therefore, Wu Ci could only wait silently for his respiratory tract to be repaired successfully and for him to regain the ability to speak normally before everything would be put right again.

Unfortunately, his lack of resistance made it convenient for the ranger, who roughly tore off all his shirt with one hand, revealing his pale chest soaked with blood from the wounds, the muscular outlines of his waist and abdomen, and the silver chain pendant that had slipped onto his collarbone due to the violent action just now.

The ranger wiped his blood off his relatively clean abdomen and lower back, then reached out and pulled up the hanging rope.

"Interesting, judging from the workmanship, this pendant seems to be something that belonged to Lady Ines." Chen Qian said as he looked at the pendant in the ranger's hand.

Miss Forster exclaimed in amazement, "Mrs. Ines treasured this pendant very much! This pendant used to be filled with special sleeping spices."

"This is Ines's stuff. It was a coming-of-age gift given to Ines by Dextol during the time of Solomon. After Dextol's death, her mental state became very bad. She often woke up in the middle of the night and was afraid to stay in places with humans. She always felt that without Dextol's protection, anything could hurt her." The ranger said, "Later, she specially asked someone to use various methods to replicate Dextol's scent so that she could fall asleep."

As he spoke, an idea suddenly came to him. He moved closer to Wu Ci's neck and took a deep breath.

"…the smell of Dexter…"

The knight sniffed nostalgically at the clothes of Wu Ci that he had torn apart, then he leaned close to the artery in Wu Ci's neck and used his nose to smell the faint scent that was dissipated along with the heat from his skin and body temperature.

Paper pages, ink, and a slightly bitter but reassuring smell of medicine.

There is this smell on clothes, but the smell coming from the skin is richer and more real, and that is the source.

Although the morning dew and bright sunshine of the sea of ​​flowers in Ipvence are missing, and it is also tainted with the smell of blood, the ranger is certain that this is the scent of Dextal, and it will never fade with the memories.

Wu Ci saw his expression and thought: This is really a coincidence caused by habit.

The original self, like Dextal played by Wu Ci, has a large collection of books at home and is keen on writing and drawing with ink.

Moreover, both the original body and Dextal, who was entangled with evil spirit, seemed to be in poor health and often took medicine to suppress the pain. And the most important thing was... the smell of clothing disinfectant.

Wu Ci felt that he might have been... marinated by these mixed flavors.

But that doesn't mean he can accept being recognized for this.

But the knight didn't care about the presence of Miss Foster, an outsider, and he raised his hand to lift the faceless white mask on Wu Ci's face.

Although there were many differences, the familiar temperament and facial features stunned the three viewers who had seen Dextaul in person or his portrait. Then, they met those sad, gentle and calm cyan eyes.

"Dextall?" / "Grand Duke Dextal!" / "... De... Dextal...?"

Three mouths screamed in unison, and they recognized Wu Ci's identity very accurately based on the previous clues, without even doubting whether Wu Ci might be the Dextol wizard.

Chen Qian's face was complicated.

Miss Forster's face was flattering and enthusiastic.

The ranger's face turned red because he had just pinned Dextol to the ground, sat on Dextol's waist, held Dextol's hands, ripped off his clothes and touched him all over, and smeared the blood on Dextol's lower back. He finally showed some courtesy and climbed down from Wu Ci tremblingly.

Witch's words: "..."

No, Dextal has too many enemies, and his true identity cannot be related to Dextal.

Wu Ci turned his neck and sat up from the ground wearing only his pants and boots.

He bent one of his long legs, tried to pull the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice that had not yet fully recovered, "I think everything is just a coincidence. I just smell like clothing disinfectant."

Wu Ci paused again and changed his explanation, "…Maybe the other reason is because of the pendant. As you all said, it used to be used to store spices. I have worn it for a long time, so it is normal for this residual smell to remain."

The Ranger looked questioningly at the words, "I saw this pendant at Ines's place yesterday."

Being exposed on the spot, Wu Ci, whose brain blood supply had not yet fully recovered, could not think of a reply for a moment. He suddenly had a brain twitch and said an unrealistic rumor, "In fact, I have some improper intimacy with Dextal."

Chen Qian raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by improper intimacy?"

Wu Ci also realized what he had just said, but now he couldn't say that he was lying.

He was silent for a moment, choosing between being respectable and being targeted by all forces, and temporarily abandoning respectability, "daily life and negative distance contact."

The carriage fell silent for a moment, and the three people who had just been happy to have successfully suppressed Wu Ci's admiration slowly and cautiously backed away.

The knight was trembling as he raised his hand that had just touched Wu Ci, and was so frightened that his spirit almost dissipated.

I'm too sleepy. If you find any typos, please point them out and I'll correct them tomorrow.