"There's one more sad little girl in the world."

The dripping rain flowed down the stone steps, the neon lights of the street signs made the water surface colorful, and the sparkling water splashed on the maid's calves. They didn't hold an umbrella, but the rain naturally avoided them. Vichy followed Ash closely, bent over and tilted her head to look at him, her heavy elastic body swayed in a dazzling arc, and she said with a smile: "I think your behavior should be explicitly prohibited by law, otherwise those girls who stepped into the trash can will be too pitiful."

Ash said unhappily, "I didn't do that. Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't say you didn't see it. Even witches won't believe you if you pretend to be innocent now." Weishi glanced at him, "Now you know what they are hinting at when they flirt with you."

"And I see you're pretty smug. If I wasn't here, would you have taken the opportunity to have a midnight snack?"

"Isn't it normal for me to be proud?" Ash said with a smile, "Wouldn't you be happy if someone liked you?"

"Of course not." Vichy seemed to have heard a huge joke, "I'm not a trash can like you, how can I be happy about such a thing? It's almost the same if others are afraid of me."

Ash glanced at her and said, "She will forget about us soon anyway, and this affection comes and goes quickly. This is not a movie or TV series. How can someone like someone they only met once for several years?"

Wei Xi looked at him seriously for a while, confirmed that he was not joking, turned his head and whispered softly: "This fat Labrador really seems to have no self-awareness..."

"What did you say?"

Wei Xi gave a thumbs up and said, "I say, Master, that's a good idea."

"You reminded me, I haven't settled the score with you yet." Ash said, "You promised me that you wouldn't kill innocent people, but now you dare to use a trap to enforce the law?"

"You said it was fishing enforcement, so it's not killing innocent people!" Wei Xi argued, "You didn't say I couldn't fish in the first place, and you terminated my arrest before I even caught any fish!"

"But you know I wouldn't allow it."

"How would I know if you don't tell me!?"

"Because you are the Ghost Prophet, you must know what I am thinking!" Ash said arrogantly, "And what's more, you dare to talk back and show no remorse. Your crime is even more serious!"

Wei Xi was amazed: "Ash, you and Sword Princess are really a perfect match."

"It's no use saying nice things."

"No, I mean you two are both shameless and unreasonable."

"Thank you." Yaxiu accepted the evaluation confidently and opened his palm to Vichy: "Give me your hand."

Vichy put his hand on it with a confused look on his face, and then Ash slapped it down with a crisp sound. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Vichy blinked, asking with his eyes, "Is that it?"

If the punishment for testing the bottom line is just clapping, it is equivalent to punitive encouragement for Vichy. Not to mention clapping, she is not afraid of clapping even if her fleshy parts are patted.

However, Ash took her hand and pulled her towards the base. After taking a few steps, the maid realized something was wrong and tried to pull her hand out: "Let me go!"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"If they see us, they will misunderstand us!"

Ash couldn't help but complain: "They even saw you bite me, what room is there for misunderstanding?"

"This is different!" Vichy angrily grabbed him and stopped him from leaving, trying to pull his hand out like a tug-of-war: "You can do anything during a deal, but this is not part of the deal! Let me go!"

Looking at the nervous Ghost Prophet, Ash blinked his eyes, feeling as if he had drawn out the opponent's full set of ultimate moves with just one normal attack. He actually suddenly realized in the past two days that he and Vichy had almost completed most of the achievements, but they had never held hands.

So he tried it out tonight, but he didn't expect Vichy's reaction to be so intense, which made him a little curious: "You and I have been in perfect harmony, why do you still care about whether we hold hands or not?"

Wei Xi pursed his lips and suddenly said, "I admit my mistake, isn't that enough? I won't fish anymore!"

Ash's eyes suddenly lit up and he shook his head: "Not enough."

"...As long as it's something you might not allow, I will ask you first if you can do it. This should be okay, right? Let me go now!"

“Not enough.”

"What else do you want?" Wei Xi was so angry that she pulled his hand over and bit it, saying aggrievedly: "I let you bully me during the transaction, do you have to humiliate me even for such a small matter!?"

Looking at the venomous snake biting his arm fiercely, Ash chuckled and said, "I want you to hold my hand all the way back until we reach the door. How about that?"

Wei Xi looked at him warily for a while, then asked, "Are you really going to let go when we get to the door?"

"real."

"You won't lie to me?"

"How dare I lie to the Ghost Prophet."

Wei Xi reluctantly gave up struggling and took the initiative to pull him forward: "Then let's go back quickly."

When walking through the bar street, Ash suddenly understood why Vichy was so resistant to holding hands - they had clearly used miracles to cover themselves, and it was impossible for mortals to notice them, but when walking through the groups of people outside the bar, he found that both his and Vichy's palms were sweating.

Holding hands is the most basic and obvious act of intimacy. You can't hug and kiss all the time, but you can always hold your lover's hand and walk through the streets and alleys to the ends of the earth.

Nothing can show strangers that you are a couple better than holding each other's hands. Hugs may be out of friendship, kisses may be out of politeness, but interlocking hands can only mean "I like you".

No wonder Vichy was so resistant, she could explain everything she did with Ash with hypocrisy, but there was really no other reason for holding hands.

Ash originally thought that holding hands was nothing, but now that Vichy took it so seriously, he felt a little shy. Thinking about it carefully, it was quite strange. One was an experienced trash can, and the other was a ghost prophet who had done a lot of evil, but they actually became innocent because of such a rookie-level intimacy as holding hands...

The two men lowered their heads and hurriedly crossed the bar street. After passing through the crowd, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at each other, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

There was no rush to run back. Ash took her hand and chose a secluded route. Vichy didn't say anything either. The two of them took a short detour and quietly walked into the drizzling summer night.

Will Vichy be willing to be controlled forever? Can Ash really suppress her forever?

I'm afraid even they themselves don't have the answer.

But at least now, they are all willing to make this road a little longer and let this moment of tranquility last a little longer.

Until the end, until forever.

“You cheated!”

In front of the all-day convenience store, three children were squatting and playing cards with a young man. The young man was wearing a very conspicuous high round hat, a flashy black and gold suit, a cane under his armpit, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked like a street magician.

Facing the accusations of the children, he shook his finger and made a very annoying sound: "If you can't win, you say others are cheating. If you do that, no one will want to play with you. I forgive you this time, but you better be more careful next time."

"But you are obviously cheating!" Another child also said: "There is no such card in the weaving deck. This is obviously a card you made yourself!"

"Where's the evidence? It's illegal to slander someone without evidence!"

"Your handwriting isn't even dry yet!" The third little girl picked up the card and wiped it: "It fell off when I wiped it!"

The young man immediately snatched the cards back, "No way! Don't dirty my collection of woven cards! If you can't afford to lose, then don't afford to lose. How can I, an adult, bully a bunch of little brats like you!"

The three kids were so angry that they didn't care about the difference in size and rushed over to hit him. Ash knew that the weaving cards they were playing were a unique board game in the Gospel Kingdom. He had played it with Panji and Liz before, but because the description of the cards was vague and there was a lot of room for nonsense, he often cheated and no one wanted to play with him.

He thought that this kind of board game would eventually decline, but he didn't expect that it would become popular after a year, and there were even children staying up late at night to play cards.

"Okay, okay, let's put it this way. If you admit that I win, I will give you a rare collector's card. How about that?" The young man was beaten so hard that his hat fell off, and he had no choice but to compromise.

The kids looked at each other, still unable to resist the temptation of the 'rare collectible card': "Okay."

The young man immediately stuffed all the yogurt beef jerky on the ground into his bag, opened a box of ice cream and started eating. It seemed that they were playing cards with stakes. Then he sat on the steps, took out a box of woven cards and spread them on the ground, "Each of you choose one card, but you can only choose one."

The little boy on the far left flipped up a White Wolf card. The young man said, "If you draw this card, it means that you may have white hair due to a miracle in the future. Then you will join a magician group that slays demons. You will be infertile for life and will only adopt a daughter of noble birth. Although you know many female magicians, in the end, there will only be one bard who will accompany you to the end."

The little boy in the middle drew a dragon card, and the young man said, "Oh, you will become the inheritor of the Dragon Roar faction of the Ancient Sound Art faction in the future, and successively join the four special magician groups of warriors, thieves, assassins, and magicians, and then kill several powerful dragons."

The little girl on the right drew a burning candle. The young man said, "Your life will be wonderful. You will explore many mysterious ancient tombs and solve the puzzles of ancient magicians. Although you will encounter many dangers along the way, you will always turn danger into safety, and you will become more and more beautiful."

The three kids looked at each other, then rushed over and started punching and kicking again.

"How can you play with this kind of cards?"

"It doesn't say what you said!"

"You drew all these cards yourself. My drawings are better than yours. Give me back my yogurt!"

The young man was not afraid of heat, and refused to return the bet even though the children beat him up. He even ate the beef jerky and yogurt faster. The children were so angry that they cried and went home rubbing their eyes. Then, three more children were beaten up for playing cards and not going home that night.

Ash and Vichy were watching with amusement. At this time, the young man adjusted his hat and clothes, took a big bite of beef jerky, and turned to look at the two of them. Noticing their holding hands, he couldn't help but whistled.

"Good evening, End Watcher, Ghost Prophet." He smiled and asked, "Want to play cards?"

Vichy was startled, and then his pupils suddenly shrank - the two of them were under the cover of a miracle, and even the legendary magician might not be able to detect their existence!

Just as she was about to attack, Ash stepped in front of her. Ash glanced at her and shook his head imperceptibly. Vichy restrained his edge and stood quietly behind him.

“Although this was expected, it’s still amazing to see such a well-behaved ghost prophet. As long as you live long enough, you can really see everything.” The young man said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Ash asked.

"I don't have a name. I'm not hiding anything on purpose. I lost my name a long time ago, as you all know." The young man smiled, "But you definitely know who I am."

it is known……

Strength above that of a demigod...

Was not swallowed up along with the Sixth Level Hell...

Neither a god nor an angel, but able to appear freely in reality...

More importantly, he lost his name.

An existence that all magicians have heard of appeared in the minds of Ash and Vichy at the same time.

Dramatic poet!