"Okay, jump up and try!"
Ye Qingxuan jumped when he heard this, but his eyes blurred and he almost hit the ceiling! He was blinded, fell to the ground and staggered, unable to react.
Although the ceiling in the basement is a little lower, it is still over three meters high! In other words, he jumped more than one meter in one jump
Normally, he could only do it after stacking three layers of "flowing" rune assistance.
"Are you scared?"
Charles smiled proudly: "For the sake of safety, I engraved all the auxiliary runes I learned on the iron bones. Although the alchemy equipment can only be regarded as rough, at least you don't have to rely on the flowing bias in the future. The door's amplification method has come to escape..."
He circled around the young man with satisfaction, and finally patted his back: "The current effect is already very good. Just based on physical fitness, as long as you don't go head-on with a pervert like the legendary butcher, how can you You can also run away. And I have also reserved interfaces and slots for upgrades. As long as you can find a gospel armor skeleton, you can immediately become a monster like the Templar! Imagine, with one punch, even if it is The thrill of being able to punch through a steel-concrete load-bearing wall! Who else in Avalon can stop you then, except for the twelve sets of heavenly armor inherited by the Knights of the Round Table?"
"The prerequisite is that I can find a complete gospel skeleton, right?"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Senior brother, why don't you wish that one day I would be recognized as the master of the Sword in the Stone, and that I would be immediately carried into the palace by the royal family in a sedan chair, and become the future Emperor of Angelus?"
"Hey, I didn't expect that you, junior brother, are not ugly, and you have beautiful thoughts! If you can be recognized as the master of Sword in the Stone, then won't I be welcomed into the Holy City as the Pope?"
"Hey, who started blowing soap bubbles first?"
"Aren't I thinking about you?"
Charles laughed shamelessly and threw away a jar of ointment: "You put this on yourself."
"What's this?"
"You don't want to be discovered by a group of people as soon as you go out, do you?"
He pointed at Ye Qingxuan's hair, "Strong colorant, golden color, cannot be washed away with water, only tung oil can be used to dissolve it. Only by applying this can ghosts see that you have oriental ancestry."
"There is such a good thing, why don't we take it out sooner."
Ye Qingxuan immediately started applying it on his hair carefully. In the end, when Charles brought the mirror, even he was in a daze.
In the mirror, there is a pure Western boy. After dyeing, his hair has turned into long pale golden hair, and there is no trace of his original appearance.
Charles took two steps back, looked at him, and finally found that something was missing. After searching for a long time, he put a deerstalker hat on his head.
Now, the seemingly harmless oriental child was no longer in the mirror, only a young man in a black dress with pale skin who looked strange and gloomy remained.
He grinned, suddenly gloomy.
If it weren't for the fact that the Dungeon Gentleman looked too ferocious, at first glance, he might just look like his cheap boss Hermes.
And Charles was still stuffing him with things, like a salesman eager to make money from fat sheep.
"Look at this, a scuba tank."
"Um, it seems like it will be useful?"
"Hand-operated lock pick, sliding door and lock picking, so convenient!"
"It doesn't feel like it's useful."
"The ejection hook is essential for climbing over the wall!"
"Isn't this necessary?" Ye Qingxuan was ashamed.
"What about this?" Charles brought a mask and two iron cans the size of pomegranates: "Gas masks and smoke bombs? I stuffed a lot of pepper into them to make sure no one can breathe after they explode. !”
"...Sorry, I don't need this either."
In the end, Charles couldn't find any flaws after going around and around. His eyes suddenly fell on the young man's finger: "And this, a strange ring, take it off. If you want to hide your identity, there won't be any clues." Keep."
"No need for this."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, wiped his finger across the ring, and the coiled strings suddenly popped out, stretched straight, and made a buzzing sound like a bee.
"I remember, it seems like this..."
After thinking for a moment, he recalled the manipulation essentials imprinted in his mind and recited the secret words in a low voice.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
On the slender strings, layers of fine, rib-like crystals suddenly grew. The ether attached to it, changed its structure, and fit together, finally forming a smooth texture like black iron.
As a relatively high-end variant of a musical instrument, the appearance is not an issue at all—it was originally a technology that was born to carry large instruments with you.
Just changing the external form is a piece of cake.
Under Ye Qingxuan's careful control, the form of Jiuxiao Huanpei slowly changed, until finally, it turned into a dark cane and was held in his hand.
Ye Qingxuan held the cane, waved it twice, and put it on the ground. There was no dull impact, but a crisp and subtle sound, like jade beads falling into a copper plate, the sound was clear.
That was the sound of strings being plucked.
"Now, how?"
In the shadow under the top hat, a smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.
"Is this...a musical instrument?"
Ciel stepped forward, but before he could say anything, a faint voice sounded in his ears. It was a melody of despair flowing like a dark river.
That kind of music lingered around his ears, burrowing into his mind like a living thing, spreading a frightening cold echo.
Charles felt his eyes go dark, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground.
Soon, the sound dissipated, and the light lit up in front of his eyes again, but this time the look in his eyes when he looked at the young man was particularly startled and complicated:
"The first measure of "Black Friday"? When did you master the plural notes? It actually entered the rhythm level!"
"It's just a fake 'rhythm level'. Essentially, I'm still an apprentice."
Ye Qingxuan showed a self-deprecating smile: "Most people delve into the playing skills of plural notes after learning all the basic notes. I'm afraid I am the only one who has not mastered the basic runes after mastering the playing of plural notes. ?”
“…”
"Anyway, just think that I cheated again."
The young man smiled mysteriously and held the "cane" tightly: "Since you are a cripple who has lost his 'feeling', you must have your own 'cane', right?"
Seeing his determined look, Charles' originally complicated mood suddenly relaxed. He smiled helplessly and waved for him to leave quickly:
“…be careful on the road.”
"OK."
The boy finally buttoned his cuffs and was about to turn around when he heard Ciel's voice: "Hey, Ye Zi, you're not stupid enough to challenge the entire Lower City, are you?"
"how could be?"
Ye Qingxuan lowered the brim of his hat and chuckled: "I just want those 'people who want my head' to feel how I feel... If they can be reasonable and remove me as wanted, that would be really thankful."
"Tsk."
Charles understood what he meant and felt a toothache: "It sounds daunting enough. Just take care of yourself."
"OK."
The young man turned and left, "I'll be right back."
…
…
Ten minutes later, in the hall, Charles looked at the moonlight, drank one glass after another, and re-entered the useless state.
He was holding a small basin in his arms, holding a fork in his hand, stirring the salad in the basin, trying hard to find some large tomatoes to eat with the wine.
"The kid these days is really a headache."
He sighed helplessly and murmured in a low voice: "Just for a while, it was like a different person. Have you been stimulated by something? Sure enough, only when there is a generation gap between you and young people will you feel that you are old. ... Wuwuwu, I am the eighteen-year-old who is as beautiful as a flower..."
While he was crying bitterly for his youth, behind him, a thin shadow tiptoed and walked quietly towards the door.
"Bai Xi?"
As if there were eyes behind his back, Ciel asked without looking back, "Where are you going?"
The frightened little girl was petrified and answered hesitantly, "What, I'm in a bad mood and can't sleep... I want to go out for a walk."
"What a coincidence? Are you actually in front of Ye Zi?"
Charles glanced at her, "There's a carnival going on in the lower town right now, and it's very dangerous."
Bai Xi suddenly became angry: "I, I can go wherever I like!"
"But not now."
Charles sighed, stood up, stopped in front of her, and said seriously: "How dangerous is the Lower City in the middle of the night? I know you care about Ye Zi, but why are you running around like a little girl? You've been betrayed. I don’t know. Go back to your room and sleep quickly, otherwise I will call the teacher.”
"Tsk!"
The little girl stared at him unhappily, but Charles remained motionless, guarding the door with a posture that looked like he would never let anyone out.
In the end, Bai Xi gave up, sighed helplessly, and turned around to go back to the room. But when his eyes scanned the shadows in the corner of the hall, he became stunned:
"teacher?"
"Teacher?! I didn't drink..." Charles was startled when he heard this. He subconsciously hid the bottle and followed her gaze nervously.
But the place was empty.
"Oh, this is... a bit bad."
Ciel suddenly realized, but it was too late.
In the reflection under the moonlight, he saw Bai Xi's shadow raising his hand high, holding something thick in his hand, and hitting him on the back of the head without hesitation.
Bang! Ciel's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
"Hmph! No matter how good your skills are, the bricks will fall down."
Bai Xi threw away the Angelus Encyclopedia in his hand, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to drag him to the sofa, put him in a strange posture, and finally turned back and waved to the shadows.
"Lao Fei, come quickly! If you're late, you'll be lost..."
Under the moonlight, the little girl picked up the fedora hat left by Ye Qingxuan, put on her coat, and pushed out the door with a big golden retriever dog with a rather unhappy expression.
…
In the middle of the night, the moonlight quietly illuminates this dark city. It seemed to have fallen asleep, silent and silent.
In the alleys of Lower City, a drunken middle-aged man was staggering on the road when a burly shadow suddenly jumped out in front of him.
"Hey! Come here!"
The man with a sinewy face waved the mace in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man's appearance with a stern expression:
"—Stand still!"
The man sensed something was wrong, subconsciously put his hand into his arms, turned around and prepared to retreat. But he didn't expect that a black shadow would jump out from both sides of the road, cutting off his retreat.
Seeing that he was surrounded, he pulled out his dagger and said with fierce eyes, "I am Dean from the Luso family. Friends, don't be stupid..."
Bang!
A sap hit him hard on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. A third figure jumped from the wall.
"Dean? The Russo family? Who are you lying to!"
The man with the mace stepped on him and laughed proudly; "Ha, do you know how long we have been squatting here? You little oriental bastard, I thought you were disguised as you are now, but I can't recognize you. What’s up... you’re actually wearing a wig!”