One of the most important attributes of a hunter is patience, and Cassia knows its importance very well.
Could it be that after pretending to be prey for a long time, the performance skills become more and more instinctive, and unknowingly, the performance is no longer a performance, but has become a part of oneself,,, thus causing the patience to be reduced a lot? If so, it is really dangerous.
Instinct evolution,,,
But it feels even more like staying in Xixia's spiritual world, facing enemies that I have never faced before, and that I have not recognized, and I unintentionally consume most of my patience. After all, I never imagined that the enemies during that time
He actually needs to think about countermeasures by himself, how to protect Xixia himself, and how to deal with them smoothly.
But we can't blame all the reasons on Sicia. Cassia reminded himself at the end of his thinking, but it was more like a self-suggestion-like excuse - in the time that followed, he knew that he would not think about this issue again.
Turning her attention back to the food, Cassia sensed their actual temperature while telling herself to be like an ordinary person and not ignore the temperature tolerance limit of the mouth.
"Mr. No. 1, what do you think of the third general who has emerged from the whirlpool of the extreme sea?" During this period, Ficino tasted all the flavors, put down the tableware and asked.
"It's not a question we should think about, it's too far away from us." As a courtesy, Cassia put down the tableware and looked at Ficino, "Why do you ask about these? The last test? I must know everything you know, maybe you
Even if you don’t know, I also know. In terms of the total amount of information, we are at least equal.”
Ficino shook his head, "I just remembered the questions I asked not long ago. Didn't one of them not get an answer? I've been guessing who you are and I'm very curious."
"Curiosity will transform into magical power, which on the one hand allows people to grow rapidly, but on the other hand, a person's time is limited. The cost of rapid growth can be equivalent to overdrawing time in advance, accelerating the process of death,
That's the side effect of curiosity."
"Just a brief mention, it won't speed up my time. However,," Ficino leaned back and leaned on the wooden chair, creaking, "There are clues, but I won't go deeper. Since you mentioned the impact
Once it arrives, you will know how many months it will take, and you will have the confidence to survive and wait until that moment arrives.”
"Deliberately saying that you know, or understand, or are clear, so that I can take the initiative to speak?"
"I have never liked this kind of thinking." Ficino said in a serious tone, and immediately sighed, "There is an illusion that I tried hard to escape from danger, but unknowingly I got closer to danger. Emphasis on
Your perceptual abilities and intuition will become more abundant and more accurate."
Cassia didn't answer, picked up the tableware and continued to eat - it tasted good, and the main reason was that he didn't have to worry about the spines of some fish at this moment, and they could no longer cause harm to his throat.
Ficino was aware of Cassia's attitude, so he also picked up the tableware and started eating bite by bite. He stopped talking. More than an hour later, when the two of them finished their meal, he politely said thank you for the sumptuous dinner.
It was now half past eight in the evening. Seeing Cassia who had no plans to find a hotel again, Ficino could only follow behind and walked back together. They went to the area near the center of Motor City to buy books and returned to the river.
It was almost ten o'clock. They got on a small boat for sightseeing by the river. The two of them went down the river and saw a night scene of lights as a scenic spot. They landed ashore after half past ten.
"Still not aware of anything." On the bench on the sidewalk by the river, Ficino looked up at the gray-black clouds that had become more numerous again, and tried hard to find the familiar stars in the gaps. "But my intuition told me that the environment
There is something down there that represents danger."
"When you left the hotel, you said it would most likely be between ten and eleven o'clock. Now,,,"
"Ten fifty." Cassia gave the specific time. "The estimate was wrong. It should be around early in the morning, around zero o'clock."
"Continue to wait another hour and ten minutes?" Ficino said with a smile, "The air is good, moist and full of water vapor. The night wind is also cool, and through the gaps in the clouds, you can still see a lot of stars. Well, it's a nice night view.
It’s just that there are more clouds.”
"Don't you think we look very deliberate like this?" Ficino couldn't help but say, "It's like saying, 'Come quickly, I'm waiting for you.' Such a simple trap can be seen by Bro at a glance.
Out."
"From the beginning, Motor City has been a trap. They must have known it. If they do it carefully, they will not come over and will be more cautious. But they don't know what the real trap is, and they will think..." The answer paused at this time
, Cassia wanted to pick up, but in the end her throat moved and she didn't say anything else.
Ficino didn't pay attention to Cassia's movements, because he was more or less used to it: "Keep waiting."
At half past eleven, there were very few people walking and running at night on the riverside road, and they were all returning to the area where city buildings gathered. Cassia shook his head at this time, stood up and dragged his luggage, "Let's go to the nearest hotel." He pointed.
Pointing to the colored light sign of the hotel in front of me on the right, "It seems that my guess was wrong. It looks like we have to wait until heavy rain."
Ficino didn't know what to say and stared at Cassia for a few seconds, expressing his speechlessness.
After walking more than a hundred meters, Ficino took the initiative to speak, "Maybe the time will go back? About ten minutes ago, the surrounding environment has indeed become different. I can't say what it feels like, but if it's Kobro and the others, this should be
It’s Vaspia’s spiritual perception deep in the environment, if the guess is not wrong.”
"Maybe it will be tonight. Your prediction was right, but the time is wrong."
"Can this be a friendly reminder?"
"Good intentions? Shouldn't they be dangerous?" Ficino sighed, "Anyway, if something unusual happens, I will be the first to leave. I won't stay to watch the so-called show you talk about."
Cassia smiled and expressed understanding, with a finally soothing tone: "You are a guest after all, and I have no right to force you to stay. But thank you for accompanying me these days."
It was an expected answer. What Ficino didn't understand was just the last sentence. As he was thinking about whether to ask, his intuition came over and instantly turned into a sense of danger, filling his body. He wanted to issue a reminder, but the sound of "Peng" was heard.
It exploded not far away, and a dark ballistic line swept across the river at the same time, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
He looked behind him and saw that the suitcase tow bar in Experimental Subject No. 1's hand had been broken by a bullet. In his perception and vision, a fast running voice was about to come to him in the blink of an eye. He subconsciously pulled out the dagger and kept his sight.
In the peripheral vision ahead, white light mixed with bluish light shone simultaneously in the darkness.
Immediately, the sound of explosions sounded again, and several scattered ballistic lines, as well as the white light in front of them, instantly twisted and walked hundreds of meters away, directly bombarding them.
"Goodbye!" Ficino shouted, twisting his body irregularly to avoid the bullet. His legs with bulging muscles instantly lifted up to his abdomen, and then suddenly hit the ground, causing him to fly away diagonally. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Cross the river to the other side.
The posture of landing was already accelerating. Ficino ran straight forward, but heard a muffled sound behind him. He turned his head and saw a suitcase flying across the river. It looked extremely heavy and almost
It crossed the sidewalk a meter or two before crashing to the ground. Tactical knives, steel-cased bombs, bullets, etc. were scattered all over the ground.
"Is it so heavy?" He was wondering, but he immediately reacted to what happened. After a moment of hesitation, he made a spin, and the dagger he threw turned into an invisible shadow and flew towards the person who avoided the white light bombardment.
Cassia.
"Thank you!" The voice caught up with him after running more than a hundred meters.
But on the other side of the river that he no longer paid attention to, Cassia, who caught the dagger, sighed inwardly, feeling helpless, "Thank you for your help, but throwing it too accurately is not a good thing. If you don't catch it, it will look too deliberate."
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"The weight of the second-generation holy sword seems to make them feel that the situation is a little abnormal. The weight of half a ton is indeed unusual. I did not consider it comprehensively. But fortunately, the second-generation holy sword is even
Leave it alone, the blade is not aimed at the kick that kicks the suitcase, otherwise,,,"