The retreat of the undead seems to have declared the victory of the living, but the ominous fluctuation of magic seems to declare that everything is not over.
Of course, for most people, the retreat of the undead has already made them happy to welcome the victory, and even the brave are considering whether to pursue it.
While other people in Starwood City were celebrating their victory, a certain section of the city wall inexplicably turned into a no-man's land.
Well, no one is a fool, those murderous vines twisted in a mass are more effective than any obstruction, but now the high-level guards don't dare to come to Roland.
There, two women, once mentors and colleagues in a dark, anti-social organization, are looking at each other, and now they're turning heads for a man.
"You have the ability to grab a man, why don't you have the ability to open the door... Why do you think that if I sing such a spit, I will be in big trouble."
In fact, I have always regarded the so-called strong temperament as a joke. That legendary story of defeating the opponent's will and resistance with just one look is sure not to use some dirty spiritual magic to confuse the opponent, and then put gold on his face.
At this time, I believed it again. At least in the current atmosphere of competition between the two females, my escape instinct told me that the best choice for survival was to shut up... But why would I be in such a situation? There is a strong desire to make a joke to liven up the atmosphere. Am I really a funny character
[No, you are just keen to die. Some creatures have a tendency to self-destruct from the very beginning.]
The system's spit is as powerless as ever, but before I refuted it, I heard Heloise's words.
"Roland, stop being a bystander, confirm my words, do you want to lie to help? I'm here to help you, as long as you pretend to be with me, you have a reason to reject Amyra and the others, what do you want, I already knew, are you willing to just go back and be a good man in the family. Besides, even if I lie to you, can I still bind you? We are the magic pet contract, and you are the master!"
Hearing this, I thought about it carefully, and it made more sense. It seemed that I would not suffer in any way. So, in the connection of the soul, I gritted my teeth and said.
"Okay, this time I owe you a favor."
Then the language was brewed, ordinary lies were meaningless to Amyra, and after a while, I finally thought of what to say.
There are some things I should have said a long time ago.
"Senior sister, I actually know what you mean, and I'm very moved, but those marriage proposals before were all misunderstandings. In fact, I didn't think of you as a woman... Bah, I mean that I can help you be a brother... It seems It’s still a bit wrong, I mean, instead of seeing you as a person of the opposite sex, it’s better to think of you as a confidant, a brother who can say anything, and who can pursue the essence of the soul and the reality of the world together…”
Some words are hesitant when they are spoken, but once they are spoken, they become more and more truthful and smooth.
Perhaps, because many things are usually not thought carefully, the process of speaking out is a process of inquiring into one's heart, and the process of speaking out is not only to convince the other party, but also to convince oneself.
"… I figured it out clearly, maybe this was just a misunderstanding or a non-malicious joke at first, but now it has hurt you. Some things, the longer you drag on, the more hurt you will get. Sorry, I should have said these words long ago. It's all my fault if I say it out loud, how to get revenge, come on..."
"I know."
And when I summoned up the courage to say the refusal, what I faced was not the vine locking and the vicious questioning, but an understatement answer.
The green-haired witch smiled, as if she had longed for such an answer.
Of course Amyra knew Roland's intentions. In front of the readers of the soul, Roland's own thoughts that he had not been able to sort out have long been seen.
Before she fell asleep, the only thing that prevented her from making a choice was her own thoughts.
After waking up from a long sleep, Amyra, who had already seen her own mind, had already made a decision that would not affect others.
Now, even if I received the Brother Card, the Good Person Card, and Ten Moves Rejected Cards at the same time, for the witch...
"What do you think, it doesn't matter from the beginning."
In the next instant, the wonderful feeling conveyed by the spinal cord was no match for the witch's bright smile like a sunflower.
Amyra smiled, with a slight curvature at the corner of her mouth. The blood-red pupils were filled with enthusiasm like flames. The faint smile blew like a spring breeze, but it was like a quietly blooming flower.
The green-haired witch gently stroked my cheeks, her cheeks were red, like a girl who had just started falling in love, but she lowered her head and printed her own marks on one side, feeling the softness, the marks of the red lips will probably not be washed away for a long time. .
"I like you and want to be with you, that's enough."
The gentle smile is right in front of me, and this is when I suddenly touched my cheek and pinched it again to make sure it was in a dream...
"Sure enough, it doesn't hurt. In a dream, I said, my senior sister can't smile so cute... It hurts! Ahhh. Relax me, my waist, my waist, I didn't feel it long ago, how could it be like this? It hurts! The smile is so terrifying, it really is a real senior!"
The next moment, the gentleness just now disappeared without a trace, and the sudden pain made people very helpless, but the malicious eyes not only gave me a headache, but also locked my cat.
But this time, it was the same bright smile with teeth, but it gave people a completely different feeling. I was a girl just now, but now just seeing it makes my vest go cold, like a murderer who sent death greetings.
"Then, what do you think of the swindling cat? Since you said you eloped with her, there must be a reason. Don't say I didn't remind you, this cat is not ordinary cunning, and she has a good impression of you. , but not as much as you think."
"Think about your future. Are you going to obediently go back to being a house-husband now, or continue to be a happy bachelor. Think about what you promised me just now! Think about the tasks you haven't finished yet!"
Even if Heloise doesn't remind me of the contract I just made, I know what to say. I don't want to be inexplicably cut up by vines or fed flowers, or an epic hero who died of domestic violence. It's too embarrassing.
"Dead cat... I'm happy with her..."
While trying to squeeze the lines out of my mind, I realized that I never seem to see a dead cat as a woman, and our reunion after a hundred years seems to have started from killing each other.
"Is it the heroine who was divided into thirteen as soon as she appeared? It seems that the plot is familiar..."