Chapter 218 Evening Bell and Breakfast
Opening my eyes, I heard the sound of bells in the distance.
It was the sound of bells that I could hear at night recently, but only by listening carefully could I understand the mighty sound of the bells and the grandeur of the dead silence.
Without death, there is no life (sound), and only with death can there be life (sound).
This place is not the land of the living, but the abyss of the valley, the dark death.
"Valley Trial..." Shuoyue, who turned into a black shadow, sighed in a low voice. In his hand, he no longer held the spear that he had spent his soul to build, but the rusty short knife that had been beside him since he woke up.
Although it was not too blunt, if the technique was not mastered, it would be blunt after cutting two or three people.
So - before losing the weapon, you must make some progress.
After being reminded by Ryougi Shiki, Shuoyue no longer faced this trial with a recreational attitude, but took steady steps and moved towards the first enemy at the door, the heavily armored cavalry riding a warhorse.
If he had a spear in hand, with Diarmuid's superb spearmanship, Shuoyue could pierce him with one spear after fighting with the heavy cavalry for a while.
But now, he took the initiative to seal the "external objects", and turned to see with his eyes and answer with his short knife.
This is the true meaning of the trial - in the valley where the boundary between life and death is blurred, borrowing countless lives to find the possibility of a fatal blow.
The wind flows in the silent valley, and the wind breaks into the interior of the evening bell hanging in the bell tower. The ancient inscriptions buzz and the air trembles.
Listen, for whom the death knell tolls.
"Dong... Dong... Dong..."
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Youzhu Mansion, a room
The door opened silently, there was no light, not even a shadow, only a pair of clear black eyes shining with a little magic light, allowing a certain girl to move freely in the dark.
Looking at the ‘shota’ sitting in the middle of the unfurnished room with bandages on his body and eyes closed, the girl who had merged with the black frowned deeply.
There are three things about Kuonji Yuzu that this witch lady cannot tolerate.
First, she hates humans. Super, invincible, hates humans (Aoko:?).
Second, she hates the habit of Asians taking off their shoes when entering the house. Whether they are wearing slippers or barefoot, she can’t stand the dragging sound on the carpet.
Third, she hates others messing with her things, especially the mansion left to her by her mother, which is definitely her biggest minefield.
And Mr. Shuoyue, who revealed his human identity, dragged his untied bandages on the ground and made similar sounds, and broke into a private house in the middle of the night, there is no doubt that it is not an exaggeration to say that he was dancing in Miss Yuzu’s minefield.
There is only one reason why he was not directly humanely destroyed-
He is not an opponent.
Although he threw out the "Night Feast" before being caught up and arranged a suitable battle field, the "Twindledee & Twindledum" was pierced by ten thousand swords as soon as it appeared; the target selected by Scratch Dumpty became himself the next moment; before the magic eye could be activated, he was captured by the magician who looked like a child and lost his ability to fight.
"Give me a place to stay, Miss Yuzu." The bandage monster who looked more like an old monster than a child said:
"For the defeated party, this condition is already very easy, I hope you don't let each other down.
Even though Yuzu deliberately arranged an empty room for him, the uninvited guest still agreed happily, and even fell asleep without locking the door like now.
Kyuonji Yuzu raised her fingers calmly, and the witch's pure magic power condensed at her fingertips.
With the magic seals all over her body, the condensed Gand The power of r (curse bullet) is comparable to that of a large-caliber bullet. As long as it hits the head, even the most powerful magician will lose the ability to move for a period of time. At that time, Youzhu will have the opportunity to...
A drop of cold sweat slid down her temples.
Her fairy tale monster (PLOY) was frantically sounding the alarm. Even without them, Miss Youzhu, as a witch, felt the sudden sense of oppression.
It was like suddenly stepping into a dragon's lair.
It was like a hungry beast staring at its prey.
It was like being suddenly watched by an endless abyss. Same.
——And she was also staring into the abyss.
Her brain was working fast because of fear, her eyes were fixed on the "enemy" in front of her, and her limbs were as if they were filled with lead and could not move.
The person in front of her did not wake up, so what made her shudder?
Pre-set magic? Trigger magic costume? Or... a familiar hidden in the room?
The magic power on her fingertips dissipated, and the black witch slowly retreated, as if she had never been there, and disappeared in the room.
Until the staggering footsteps disappeared in the corridor, The darkness in the room began to flow again.
The ‘beast’ that had wrapped the entire room with its shadow stretched itself, crouched, and continued to doze off.
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It was half past six in the morning.
Even though she didn’t get a good night’s sleep, Youzhu still woke up from her light sleep on time.
Even on the most unbelievable mornings for ordinary people, she could move accurately and quietly like a self-disciplined doll.
But once she thought of what happened last night, her originally calm mood was filled with annoyance.
Being defeated was fine, but the assassination attempt at night was also scared away...
So now, the dog-skin plaster that can't be beaten or driven away is still stuck in her house...
With a full heart of dissatisfaction, Youzhu even resisted the action of pushing open the door, as if the outside of the safe house was not her house, but the end of the world.
She walked to the living room several minutes later than usual, intending to have a cup of tea to calm down, but found that the living room was already occupied by someone - no longer wrapped in bandages, wearing a black windbreaker, and reading quietly. The white-haired boy sat on the sofa and looked up at the sound:
"Good morning, Miss Youzhu."
"..." Miss Youzhu's eyes were as dead as death, but she heard Shuoyue continue to smile and say:
"Breakfast is ready and placed in the sunroom. I'm really sorry for disturbing you last night. At least allow me to apologize with a breakfast."
No.
Reject.
Please leave.
Subconsciously wanted to speak, but the boy's smile was like sunshine, dispelling the negative emotions in Youzhu's heart.
Beautiful boy, passive trigger.
Judgment of great success!
Even though Youzhu is a witch, Shuoyue's high appearance is also a manifestation of "beauty". Appreciating beautiful things can always make people's hearts peaceful.
So, Miss Youzhu didn't say much, turned and walked towards the sunroom, and made up her mind that if she was not satisfied with the breakfast, she would drive this guy out of the mansion even if she had to fight another game or call for help.
As a result, as soon as she stepped into the sunroom, Miss Witch opened her mouth slightly and sighed silently.
Wow...
What a delicate breakfast this is.
The skin is crispy, the sausage pierced with a fork is greasy, the juicy shallots, the appetizing baked beans, the bacon fried to the right temperature, the golden toast, the sunny-side fried eggs like bull's eyes, and the half-finger-thick, brightly colored fried salt tomatoes.
It was just a plate, but it gave people a different sense of satisfaction and abundance, and subtly catered to the girl's psychology of not wanting to eat too much. Obviously, the chef was quite considerate.
For Youzhu, who adheres to individualism and used to have a simple breakfast in the past, to be honest, it was just a piece of toast that took less than two seconds to prepare and looked hard. Such a breakfast has not been seen for a long time.
Picking up the knife and fork, Youzhu suddenly understood why Qingzi liked to say "I'm going to start eating" and other pre-meal etiquette.
"I, I'm going to start eating..."
TIP1: In Italian, the appearance of a fried egg on one side is "uova all'occhio di bue'", which means the eye of a cow.
TIP2: Because I don't know why the chapter was automatically published (I didn't set a timer), I had to find time to write on the day I took leave, and my saved manuscripts were also used up... I changed my leave time to tomorrow, please trouble everyone.