Chapter 23 Prelude [VIP]
The stars are twinkling and the sky is full of dark clouds, two extreme phenomena are intertwined.
The unique astrological signs attracted some knowledgeable people to stop and watch, of course not including Luke. He was fighting fiercely with a feather pen on the couch. The pillow in his hand was punctured by the pen, and the feathers used to fill the pillow flew everywhere.
The room was filled with flying feathers. Luke was heartbroken and rebuked them, saying, "We are of the same roots, why are you so eager to hurt each other?"
The deformed heart, which had turned back into a pen, snorted coldly and was about to retort when there was a knock on the door.
Luke extended his index finger and made a shushing gesture.
"It's me." Karen's voice came.
He had left a note for purchasing essence and blood during the day, so he guessed that the goods had probably arrived. Luke jumped out of bed like a gust of wind and opened the door.
When the door opened, Karen, who was about to knock again, was stunned.
Luke's usually fair face was flushed, he was moaning softly in his throat, and he was only wearing one shoe.
Facing strange looks, Luke blushed and panted as he responded, "Nighttime fitness."
After making sure there was no one else in the room, Karen looked at him even more strangely. Tearing the pillow for fitness?
"We literati are like this." Luke waved his hand.
Karen handed over the blood with some doubt, and clearly distinguished between public and private matters. "Three hundred drops of high-level monster blood, a total of five thousand gold coins. I'll deduct it directly from today's sales profit, and the rest will be deposited into the card."
Luke nodded: "Thank you."
What is more troublesome than money is the purchasing method. Ordinary people who purchase essence and blood in large quantities can easily be detected.
After thinking for a while, he confirmed again: "Continue the cooperation?"
Karen nodded: "Your problem is not a problem."
Ultimately, Luke did nothing wrong.
Thinking of the other party's skillful operation of sending people back that night, Lujia's mouth twitched. How many outlaws has Karen cooperated with?
The transaction was completed and Karen left calmly.
Lujia closed the door, dropped his blood in front of the feather pen, and said proudly, "Drink it."
The quill floated over to absorb the food.
Luka stared at it, and when half of the essence and blood was absorbed, he narrowed his eyes, wondering if he could see the shadow appear this time.
I just happened to want to ask you something, and Alex is more reliable than Quill in some aspects.
He uttered devilish mutterings: "Sharosharo, feather pen, whole body changes!"
The feather pen that really wants to transform: "..."
Suddenly I don't want to change.
Luke took the initiative to cover his eyes with his hands.
There was no sound for a while after that, and the excessive silence brought a strange feeling. After a moment, Lujia quietly looked out through the gap between his fingers, and met a pair of dark and deep eyes.
He couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling and subconsciously let go of his hand.
When their eyes met again, those eyes had become as sharp as a knife. The bloodstains on the man's tattered armor were still there, giving off a sense of the solemnity of time.
Luke subconsciously sat up straight.
Judging from the shadow, the man is well-proportioned but very tall. History has not determined Alex's race.
But looking at one of the skeleton ghost claws and the pair of gray and white eyes, Lujia thought that the historical speculation that he was a necromancer should not be far off.
"Sir Alex."
He did not have the casualness he had with the quill, and his tone was a little stiff due to his caution.
A feather pen is easier to coax.
Just as Luke was thinking about how to get to the point, a deep voice came from the other side:
"The energy that is directed out from the body is indeed quite powerful."
His thoughts were seen through, and Luke's expression changed.
When testing the feather pen, the latter just thought that he simply wanted to see if the power of faith could be preserved and not wasted.
In fact, what Luke was thinking about from the beginning to the end was not preservation, but consumption.
Since the body cannot bear too much faith power, it is better to expel the excess at once. Such a large amount of energy can be compared to a small missile.
"Your pupils moved." Alex said lightly.
Luke's eyebrows jumped.
Natural black, this is definitely a natural black! Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to say such words seriously.
He simply laid it on the table: "It's a shame to waste it. I want to use this energy as a weapon."
The truth is always within range.
So Lujia said in a clear voice: "Let me shoot."
It's strange that I have no emotions at all.
Have to try again.
Before that, he had to wait for Blood Shadow's response to his request.
"Blood in exchange for knowledge, a fair exchange."
Luke didn't have to wait long, just one or two breaths, and his entire crown was instantly filled with a chill.
The sharp, pale skeleton hand bone was lightly poking at his forehead, and the low temperature made Luke's overly long eyelashes tremble slightly.
Something terrible happened.
In the close contact between skin and fingertips, he did not feel any touch of the other person's bones, as if there was nothing between his eyebrows.
Luke's gaze silently drifted to Alex's body, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Head, limbs, hair... Every time he leaned forward on purpose, Alex on the opposite side didn't move, but the distance between them was no different from the beginning.
This feeling of seeming near but actually being far away reminded him of the layout inside the tower during the day.
It seems like they are not in the same spatial dimension at all.
Luke was so busy exploring the phantom itself that he realized belatedly that there was something extra in his mind. These were all about the forbidden magic technique of how to guide energy, called the traction method.
Alex, as if not aware of Luke's fluctuating emotions, reminded:
"After pulling out a large amount of energy at once, you will immediately be in a weak state. At that time, a stray dog passing by can kill you."
Luke swallowed his saliva and squeezed out a word with difficulty: "Okay."
No one spoke after that. The essence and blood spread through the deformed heart and began to be devoured by the second wheel.
Luke could vaguely hear the horrible chewing sound coming from Alex's blood vessels.
He is raising a true monster.
Luke realized this very clearly.
After his essence and blood were consumed, Alex became a little more alive, and the light around him gradually dimmed.
A second before he disappeared, Luke suddenly asked, "Do you think I smell good today?"
He opened his mouth and said, "It smells like milk."
That's right, you said it yourself.
The milk stains on the clothes were actually illusions. Luke used the water element, which he was best at, to maintain the traces of the milk stains.
Alex still had no extra expression: "What you said before was biased. The truth is not just within the range."
Lujia's eyes were clear: "Then I have to shoot first to know."
“…”
The ethereal tone gradually faded away and finally disappeared completely.
The room returned to silence.
Luke shook his head: "No reaction to this?"
He had previously doubted what the feather pen said was true. The other party was just a little toy lost by Alex, with a bit of will attached to it.
But Luke is now more inclined to believe that the deformed heart is the real body.
As I was thinking, I suddenly felt a chill in my abdomen.
Luka looked up at the returning quill, which secretly cast a cleaning spell and washed itself carefully, trying to wash away the stains on the quill.
Luke clicked his tongue twice.
Why hurt the enemy by a thousand and lose ten thousand of your own?
"Don't wash it." It can't be washed clean.
Temporarily freeing himself from the pressure brought by Alex, Luke smiled and said, "Let's go and make some musical instruments."
…
The separate courtyard structure of the hall ensures privacy.
Lujia walked around the yard and finally stopped under a tree that looked like a rosewood. He looked up and said, "This is it."
Yaoyao pointed to a branch and said, "Help me get it here."
The feathers on the quill were standing on end, and the shadow was no longer as calm as before: "Why should I come?"
Luke said seriously: "Because you are curious."
Curious about what you would do.
Luke was very good at judging pens, and Quill was indeed willing to do some insignificant labor for curiosity.
With the quill pen, Luka's preparations went smoothly. The required copper parts could be directly controlled by the quill pen, and re-smelted and forged. The anti-slip bumps could be polished by the quill pen, and the required metal wires could be drawn by the quill pen.
As for Luke himself...he almost wore out his lips from talking so much.
When Quill Pen's patience was about to reach its limit, Luke smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Looking down at the things he needed on the floor, he exclaimed softly, "How amazing! You use all the magic elements so skillfully."
The tone of fullness continued to ring in his ears. Under Luke's admiring eyes, the feather pen casually said:
"Oh, this kind of thing doesn't require any skills at all."
Luke nodded in affirmation.
Child psychology really works.
He moved a small stool and sat down, and started making the pronunciation parts.
There were no molds he needed in this era, and many things could only be done manually. Luka rolled up his sleeves and began hammering at the limited materials. His long hair was a burden while he was working and was soon soaked with sweat.
The quill floated around and thought Luke smelled good.
It is an invisible fragrance.
The source comes from the soul. With the practice of magic, the soul that was like egg drop soup at the beginning is gradually solidifying. There is a blood pact between the two parties, and the quill can clearly sense the state of his soul.
Realizing that he had accidentally sniffed twice more, Quill felt inexplicably guilty.
"What are you doing?" it asked for conversation.
"Make the core." Luka's arms were a little sore, but he did not forget to practice magic during the break. He has the potential to be a master of time management.
When Alex gave him that light tap earlier, he immediately gained some knowledge about traction.
A real epiphany!
Lujia had only one thought about this: I wish we hadn’t met in the third year of high school.
He began to familiarize himself with the magic formula as much as possible, but of course he could not complete the last step.
This one-time traction method will really hollow out your body after use.
After practicing for half an hour, Luke's arms were almost healed, and he started to devote himself to making musical instruments again.
When he was still in the entertainment company, small artists like them had no chance to appear in popular variety shows, so the company found another way and put them in programs that promoted culture. The ratings were average, but the reputation was good. He also learned some real skills from the old craftsmen.
"Fate is funny."
Time and space were dislocated, his identity changed, and he actually still had time to do this thing again.
"You are so young, why are you talking about fate?"
Lujia assembled the voice transmission block by himself. "I once had a chance to change my fate. I thought I could realize my dream, but the other party asked for my love. He even wanted me to sell my body in exchange."
Feather Pen didn't react at first, then his tone became extremely cold: "Are all the demons these despicable things now?"
How old was that a few years ago?
"It has nothing to do with the demons." Lujia looked at the gradually formed instrument. "At that time, I thought that the other party might need to go through the process of making the instrument, such as manually cutting open the chest, cutting and straightening... sharpening with knives and chopping with axes..."
Each word was spoken softly, and the forging posture was quite strange.
"But in the end, considering his old age and incomprehension, I only caused this little louse to lose everything he had and his family to be separated. In the end, he accidentally ate ten times the amount of medicine I prepared for others, and completely lost his X ability."
Originally, Luke was planning to tamper with the diving equipment. Since he liked to follow unspoken rules so much, it was expected that he would die in the sea.
Unfortunately, it would be easily discovered, and he didn't want to be buried alive with an elderly person, so he had to give up.
Thinking of this, Lujia's eyesight suddenly became vague. At that time, his good friend looked at him fearfully and said:
"After all, you haven't really done anything yet. Compared to other companies that are doing well, you've done a little too much."
So what?
He has always been a man of few words.
Quill: "You are too soft-hearted. You deserve to be bullied."
Luke was stunned.
Later in the night, when Lujia finally reached the last step, the feather pen suddenly said, "Why didn't I realize before that you are so weak?"
But this level of revenge is like punching the air.
“…”
Didn't sleep all night.
The next day, before the roosters crowed, Luke stood up and brushed off the sawdust on his body.
Polishing something with your own hands gives you a great sense of accomplishment. However, he didn't even try out the tone and directly put it into the storage ring.
Quill, who was all ready to give it a try, was a little disappointed, but didn't want to appear too curious, so he pretended to be noble and indifferent.
Luke went into the house and changed into a black cloak, deliberately tucking his hair into the hood to blur the recognition of his black hair.
He knew very well why the quill had suddenly gone quiet, and said, "No hurry, we'll go out and find an audience now."
There weren't many people outside at this point. Different races had different aesthetic standards, and people wore all kinds of clothes during the Wanchao Conference. Walking on the relatively densely populated main street, Luke was not too conspicuous.
Unexpectedly, the place with the largest crowds right now is the newspaper office.
Many people came out to line up to buy newspapers, and even some reporters of different races were running out, with no intention of reporting on the follow-up of the Wan Chao Conference.
Yesterday’s content was enough to digest, and there was competition among different newspapers, as they had to return to their tribe to grab the headlines.
"There will be something interesting to watch in two days." A customer who had already bought a newspaper gossiped with his companions: "It is said that there are demon servants everywhere outside the holy city. Alec's powerful demon generals will arrive in the next two days."
This person also mentioned the names of several demon generals, all of whom were notorious and liked to skin and dig out the bones of prisoners of war.
Luke calmly walked around them and passed under the eaves.
Alec didn't deliberately hide the arrangement, probably because he hoped to hear the news himself. When people are panicked, it is easy to do stupid things.
"That's right."
However, a frightened bird can also peck out a person's eyes.
When turning a corner, Luke was suddenly startled.
He actually saw Leo, who was still dressed solemnly and luxuriously. The other party obviously recognized him, but this clumsy disguise could not hide from the eyes and ears of the dragon clan.
In fact, the first thing Leo recognized was the pair of eyes under the mask. They were clear, bright, and contained some of the wildness that is unique to a young leopard.
"Good morning, sir." Luke greeted.
Leo nodded.
After politely greeting them, Lujia did not actively seek shelter when he saw the blind box in the dragon's hand. He just said a few sincere words of blessing and continued walking forward.
The cloak could not hide the thin figure, and the black figure quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.
Leo suddenly remembered the first time they met. It was also at the entrance of an alley, and a child was humming something about Descendants of the Dragon without restraint.
Now he has deliberately concealed his appearance, is he going to leave the city?
There were already many demon servants outside the city. After thinking for a moment, Leo followed them quietly and quietly.
After passing through the deserted dark alleys, Lujia walked through two narrow paths in succession without stopping.
His thoughts were clear from beginning to end. The longer he stayed in the holy city, the more time Alec would have to make arrangements. With the support of the Demon King, perhaps Alec could find a way to delay the dragons.
Luke doesn't want to be a hermit crab, pinning all his hopes of survival on others.
"This is not the direction to the Holy Pagoda." Quill finally came to its senses and said in a voice transmission.
"I know."
"Aren't you going to perform a musical instrument?"
Luke said solemnly, "Yes, so we must find an audience first. This instrument cannot be played directly, it must be played in a solemn occasion."
“…”
Compared with the monolithic main urban area, the guild hall is loose on the outside but tight on the inside.
The loose outer layer means that it is not advisable to have too many law enforcement teams, otherwise it will easily make other races feel like they are being monitored. The tight inner layer means that visitors usually bring their own bodyguards.
Of course, most people want to avoid races like the Demon King and the Dragon, so they don't need bodyguards at all.
Luke finally stopped outside one of the villas and gently took off his hood.
The long hair and ears that were covered were revealed again.
Quill: "The big occasion you mentioned, is it coming to the place where the demon cub is?"
"Um."
The next moment, Luke climbed over the wall and entered the hall.
The movement was not loud, but the moment he appeared on the wall, Alec inside felt it immediately and appeared instantly.
Seeing the person coming, Alec was too lazy to take another step forward, and there was a mixture of vigilance and mockery in his eyes.
The young man sitting on the wall was swaying, with half of the Demon King's blood on his body. He was so weak that it was no wonder he was regarded as a shame to the demon clan.
Although he was contemptuous, Alec began to doubt Luke's purpose.
Soon he felt that this thinking was unnecessary and he should just capture the person and interrogate him.
Before the elemental force in the air was mobilized, Luke suddenly took out a strangely shaped object in his hand and raised it provocatively.
Alec was stunned at first, then seemed to think of something and almost laughed out loud.
Looking at Luke's eyes again, I just found it funny and sad.
No wonder he dared to come here and show off, he must have really made some musical instrument.
This loser probably still thinks that he can be invincible with a novel and a few dolls, just like he did in the square yesterday.
But it is a good opportunity if the other party comes to you on his own initiative.
There was a hint of hideousness hidden beneath Alec's smiling face.
How thoroughly must the body be destroyed to make it easier to deal with the law enforcement team?
Just after a few thoughts, Alec suddenly saw the wide cuffs of the person opposite him move suspiciously.
"Good morning, Your Highness." Luke also smiled brightly and spoke to attract the other party's attention.
The thin muscle lines under the cloak were mobilized by the traction method, bulging slightly, and the light flowed along the grooves of the spine to other skin textures.
The other hand, hidden in the sleeve, tightly grasped the space scroll to prevent suffering when exhausted.
The whole process took only a few seconds. The moment their eyes met, the smile on Luke's face widened, and the huge amount of faith that remained in his body shot out like a light bullet.
boom!
Golden light exploded in mid-air! The huge waves that were raised were one step ahead of the rising sun, igniting the dark clouds in the sky.
No matter who looks at it, Luke is a waste of magic. No matter how novel his ideas are, they cannot change the fact that he is unable to perceive elemental power.
However, such a waste in the eyes of the public can actually use magic.
The moment the energy exploded, Alec's slender eyes almost popped out of surprise.
The energy mixed with dragon faith was too powerful, and before Alec finished reciting the protective spell, the ground of the villa collapsed directly.
The shock wave was so violent that the houses on the surrounding street felt the vibration.
Since the explosion occurred in the main city of the holy city, a large number of law enforcement teams immediately rushed here frantically.
The eyes of the leaders of various ethnic groups were all cast here.
All the pedestrians walking on the street stopped, and after coming to their senses, they looked towards the direction of the guild hall. They saw black smoke billowing into the sky, as if something had happened in the guild hall? !
The author has something to say:
Luke's Diary:
If you want to play an instrument, you can't just play the instrument.
You have to create an audience for the instrument.
Alec:
Don't use his favorite emojis. --Alex.
Now that I’m here, I’ll show off again in the Holy City in the next chapter.
Each chapter is long and hard
But I am a writer-obsessed person and I have to revise several hundred words at a time.
Fifty more red envelopes will be dropped randomly~
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