Irwin's mood at the moment is a bit subtle, no...it can no longer be described as subtle.
In order to pursue the knowledge of the extraordinary world, Irwin spent decades, paid a huge price, and wandered between life and death countless times before he came into contact with these secret and bloody knowledge.
In Irwin's view, the extraordinary world should be cruel and bloody. Everyone is a cold and efficient expert, judging the lives of demons with a knife and falling, and fighting each other with the hostile Sublimators until the end of the world.
Order and chaos constantly overlap, and disputes are eternal.
The more he understood all of this, the more Irwin was in awe of it all. He tried his best to keep a safe distance from all these dangers, but in the end Irwin still failed and was involved in the dispute on the Paradise.
Here, the experience of the Paradise Ship is unforgettable. When he thinks that such events are normal in the extraordinary world, Irwin laments the madness of this world even more.
After finally ushering in a short period of peace, Irwin did a lot of psychological construction for himself. If he accidentally broke into this crazy world, he would have to bear the corresponding responsibilities and costs. Maybe it was Irwin.
I have spent the last peaceful years of my life.
Irvin is like a man who is determined to die. When his emotions reach their highest point, suddenly this tragedy and awareness are crushed into powder by his fans.
These are extraordinary fans who come from an extraordinary world and have the power to distort reality.
Palmer sat next to Irwin and said jokingly, "Can you feel my mood now?"
It’s not difficult to guess Irwin’s mood at the moment. Palmer continued, “You don’t think we are all a group of guys with deep hatred? Well… that’s also true. If the prototype of the hunters is the Sublime One, from what you said in the book
Judging from the description, there is indeed a deep hatred.”
As he spoke, Palmer patted Irwin hard on the shoulder and taught him some knowledge, mainly about the Bureau of Order.
"Friend! This is no longer the time hundreds of years ago!"
Palmer screamed strangely, "We don't sit around the campfire to discuss plans. We have a dedicated office and a very efficient modern administrative system... We even have insurance, pensions, and annual leave!"
Every time Palmer said a word, Irwin's expression dropped a little, and by the end his face turned completely pale.
Irving shattered Palmer's illusions, and now Palmer is shattered back again.
Hart, who was sitting opposite, urged, "Stop talking about this, hurry up!"
Palmer quickly opened the box of "Night Journey", and the game map and chess pieces were spread all over the table. Palmer skillfully set up the game environment and laid out the game map on the table. He had done this countless times. Every time after get off work, Palmer would play a game with others in the Undead Club, and outside the table, there were players who had been waiting for a long time.
Even though the space of the armed carriage is much larger than that of the ordinary carriage, when people gather in a circle, the space still becomes smaller.
On Irwin's right is Palmer by the window, on his left is Cinderella, and opposite is the tall Hart. Everyone has tried to squeeze in the space, but Hart still takes up a lot of space alone.
Next to Hart was Aimu, followed by Bologna. Bologna didn’t want to participate in this board game, but he really couldn’t stand Palmer’s endless nagging. The return trip was a bit boring, so he used the table
It’s not a bad idea to take a tour to pass the time.
Lebius also acquiesced to the play of several people. Now two fully armed action groups are on this train. The most important thing is that they also have a group of origin school condensers.
This is simply an extraordinary army. Even if the defenders come to intercept them, they still have the ability to fight. Not to mention, there are very few forces that can mobilize the power of the defenders.
Irwin picked up a card from the deck and turned it over. It was an identity card with the hunter's identity and some ability values written on it.
Hmm... The derivatives of his own work are right in front of him, but Irwin is completely unfamiliar with them. This can be regarded as a wonderful experience.
Irwin was not good at many things, so he left all the derivative work to his editors. As for what they did, Irwin didn't pay much attention to it.
After all, there are too many secrets buried under the Daisy Castle, which are enough for Irwin to pass the time.
Canary dragged a chair and sat down in the aisle. She kept a smile on her face. The smiles of several people cooled down with the arrival of Canary, a stranger. Coupled with her status as a poet of the Unbound Poetry Society,
This feeling of strangeness became even more vigilant.
"Can you take one with me?"
After a few seconds of silence, Palmer said excitedly, "Okay, it's fun when there are more people."
Then the noise started again. Generally speaking, the only ones making the noise were Palmer and Hart, with Cinderella fanning the flames. This girl always easily fit into the atmosphere.
Aimu actually wanted to play, which Boluogo could tell from Aimu's rapidly changing eyes. He thought it was nothing. After experiencing a life-or-death action, people should relax, let alone
Talking about a kid like Aimu.
It's just that unlike before, Aimu didn't fully reveal her intentions. She seemed very restrained, as if she was pretending to be mature.
In the end, only Bologger and Irwin were left looking at each other affectionately. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged countless words with their eyes.
Irwin was very curious about Boluogo, and Boluogo was also very curious about Irvin, but the two never had a chance to have a good chat.
"Hi, Irvin Fleischer."
Canary suddenly reached out to Irwin. Irwin was stunned for a moment and then politely extended his hand in response.
"You can call me Canary."
Irwin nodded. He remembered this woman. She also contributed a lot in the battle on the Paradise. Irwin also remembered that Canary called that terrible enemy by the name of "White Gull".
Interestingly, the names of the three of them are all Asuka.
"To be honest, I didn't expect to see you here," Canary said, "Fate is really wonderful."
Irwin asked, "Why do you say that?"
"How should I put it? I am a poet, and of course he was too."
Canary said as she raised her hand and picked up a human head wrapped in black cloth. In order to maintain the suppression of the White Gull by the Dead Fang, the two never separated.
Hart sniffed the air and was keenly aware of the faint blood in the air. Then his eyes fell on Canary's hand. He suddenly became furious and stared at Canary with sharp eyes.
Palmer comforted him at the right time, "Don't be nervous, it'll be fine."
"poet?"
Irwin was aroused by Canary's words. Very few people read poetry these days, let alone so-called poets.
"We were still young when we became poets, and as you know, we needed a pen name."
Canary smiled at Irwin again, "It's an honor to meet you."
The reason for everything is self-evident. Irwin was stunned. A sense of trance struck his mind. He blinked as if he didn't believe what Canary said. But when he thought of Palmer and Hart, it seemed that
Nothing is impossible, this is amazing.
"I'm honored too."
Irwin said sincerely, "If my words can inspire others, that would be great."
"What are you talking about?"
Palmer obviously didn't understand the literary conversation between the two, and now he just wanted to start the game quickly.
After shuffling and dealing the cards, everyone has three more identity cards in front of them, and they have to choose one of them as the role they will play next.
Palmer picked up a white mask, with black lines outlining lush branches and leaves. He will be the host of the game, guiding the players to play the game.
"Have you chosen your identity?"
While asking, Palmer picked up an exquisite locomotive chess piece and placed it on the railway departure station across the game map.