This kind of status does not mean that it is a 'national sport', it does not mean that 'bodybuilding is everything' or anything like that, but it is a beautiful status, a kind of status that is like sitting in an office and working for 30 days.
People in the 19th day are thinking, 'I can get healthy after buying a fitness ring.' This is an illusory and beautiful fantasy.
That's what sports are like.
"On average, the people of Utopia can spare no more than one hour of exercise per week, and 90% of this hour or so is jogging. The poor people have to spend every day trying to survive.
Most of the energy, like what some people call 'exercising in leisure time to stay healthy', is impossible for the vast majority of Utopians."
Cursed Blade said: "That's why the authorities announced the movement and popularized it."
Gwen asked: "For everyone's health?"
Cursed Blade said: "No, it is to make everyone think that they care about everyone's health. For the authorities who govern the trains, the most important thing is still order and chaos. It is precisely because of this that exercise is so important. The model physiques set up by the authorities
——A tall young man, with a healthy complexion and a vibrant and carefree spirit, this is the ultimate form of sports.”
Gwen asked: "Ultimate body?"
How can you achieve the ultimate body through exercise?
But Cursed Blade said yes, and said in a weird tone: "Full of vitality, making people unable to remember our own appearance, just like every part created by the assembly line project, beautiful and in size, no need for anything else
.The most important thing is to fit in with the size, so that the authorities can show it to us and tell us, 'This is the glorious Utopian people', and when we move forward with our heads held high, will there be another kind of people?"
"who?"
"Short and ugly, with the hair on their animal ears that have fallen out before they are old enough, and wrinkled skin, these are obviously not the same type of people as the Utopian people promoted by the authorities. But this is Utopia, the dark side beneath the glamorous side.
.”
Sports Street is what Curse Blade calls the glamorous side.
This street has a beautiful tree-lined avenue, and there are posters on the billboards on the roadside. The posters show an elegant and mature man with a clean temperament and a handsome gentleman. Ron is wearing a tennis uniform and has towering animal ears like wolf ears. He also has a tall chest.
, a young and energetic lady whose colorful feathers are the characteristics of the Lute people.
But look at them.
But Gwen remembered the poster she saw in the second half of the carriage, the poster of the Faceless Man. The cold, black, white and red poster had a sense of religious mystery and Gothic evil. The faceless man in military uniform.
The faceless face is filled with an aura of surveillance.
Much more real than the ads on this perfect boulevard.
On the left side of the sports street is a large sports garden. Tennis courts and all the sports that you can imagine with a special middle-class meaning can be found here. Elegant large parasols of different shapes.
Below are the shiny and high-quality picnic tables and chairs. An elegant lady talks to the scholars with a gentle and kind smile.
class.
An inexplicable sense of hierarchy emerged, as if they were not just humans, but higher-level animals. Just like the contrast between humans and other animals, they consciously or unconsciously demonstrated their extraordinary behavior.
But the scholars opposite did not accept this trick.
Because she is a scholar, she can give a logical rebuttal to what the lady said.
The lady said: "You may have heard about what happened when we got off the carriage recently?"
The scholar raised his eyes: "You are probably talking about the residents who were on the fellow train with us?"
The noble lady looked at the polish on her nails and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, residents of the carriage."
The scholar looked at the book with an expressionless expression: "The name "Down Car" is inappropriate. First of all, the train only has 'head and tail' and no top or bottom. If I insist on calling it "Down Car", it is a fellow subway."
"You are a scholar and you know a lot. I would like to ask where you come from?"
The scholar glanced at the lady and thought for a moment, "I come from a place where passengers in the same carriage are never called 'residents of the lower carriage'."
The lady smiled elegantly: "Then you are definitely not a local resident of Laoxianren."
"..."
Opposite the Sports Garden, there are rows of exquisite single-family townhouses. Some have been transformed into shops, some have been transformed into restaurants, and some have opened up the first and second floors to become Big Houses.
It is a place similar to a large duplex house. At the entrance there is a narrow field protected by a fence and covered with a thin layer of oil soil. Various fruit trees and vegetables are in full bloom.
The comfortable space is no longer crowded.
There is also a dedicated parking lot - this kind of parking lot refers to a place where there are food trucks with ordering services and various facilities for drivers to kill time.
Gwen and Curseblade got out of the car.
The two people's outfits are quite suitable for this sports street, and they are full of a high-end sense of superiority.
"Hiss..." The curse blade hand patted his pocket.
Gwen could tell that this Squirrel Girl wanted to smoke. But on the sports street, there were only fixed smoking areas where smoking could be done, which made him laugh and said:
"Before the coachman came in here, he asked you if you wanted to stop in a smoking area, and you said no..."
"You don't understand, this is forced consumption of control."
Curse Blade said plausibly: "I still have to rely on these cigarettes to survive until next month..."
There is nothing we can do against her.
This guy.
"Sports Street is a major street in the city center, and many outstanding offices and agencies of Yuanli Envoys will have branches here."
Curse Blade looked skillful, put his hands in his pockets, and strode forward very imposingly. I have to say that this Squirrel Girl has a very good figure, and has a drooling vest that can make the fat Wilgi envious.
The line makes people keep looking back at her when she strides forward.
Sports Street is a simple U-shaped street with several complicated alley-like streets in the middle of the double-row buildings.
Curse Blade was very familiar with this place. She took Gwen and turned left and right, entering a small alley that was particularly suitable for doing bad things.
After passing through the clean and swept brick road, we arrived in front of a very secret bar.
There are posters and news boards hanging at the door of the bar, and there is also a phone booth - this is a rare thing in Utopia.
The bar gives people the feeling of something retro and old-fashioned, an old-fashioned style that does not match the gothic or diesel-style utopia. The exterior is made of exquisite log wood, and the windows are made of
The elegant Gwen's previous life had a large glass display window from around the 1970s, with a blackboard hanging on a wooden folding shelf, and the day's specials and drinks written in chalk.
The faint sound of music came.
Curse Blade opened the door, and after Gwen followed him in, the music finally became louder.
It was melodious blues music, just like the style of the Eagles, country, rock, and a sense of psychedelia and reality.
This tasteful music style immediately attracted Gwen's liking.
The floor of the bar is made of light-colored walnut, which seems a little uncoordinated, but the overall style is brighter, which neutralizes the gloomy feeling of the dark wood bar. There are a large number of expensive drinks in the wine cabinet behind the bar.
.A tall, thin, dark-skinned man with wolf ears, Ron, stood behind the bar. His thin figure formed a certain contrast with his surging muscles.
Thin may not be the best evaluation of him.
The word "lean" flashed in Gwen's mind. At the same time, as an amateur who had made a step or two in martial arts, he could also feel the strength of the opponent's body.
He is a strong man who can cut through steel with his hands as swords.
Gwen thought so.
"It's you, Curse Blade. I vaguely remember the last time you came here."
The wolf-eared Ron said jokingly, slowly cleaning the cup in his hand.
In other words, it is a clean cup.
Because standing behind the bar and doing nothing would seem a bit stupid, wouldn't it?
There are not many customers in the bar, they are all people who exude a strong sense of power.
There are cups in front of the drinkers, but they are just like the coffee cups in front of the Star Oke study group. They may be more heavy as decorations. They are looking at a thick menu with the words "1917 Spell" written on it.
stock】.
Obviously, this is a place that sells spells.
But it seems that there are certain rules among them...
"As usual, give me a carabiner, and give my companion a carabiner."
Cabin means "ticket" in Utopian language.
The dark-skinned and lean wolf-eared Ron showed a smile:
"Twenty military rounds."
Ten rounds of military use per cup, what is so expensive?
Although Gwen was confused, she maintained a calm expression on her face that was not shocked by honor or disgrace.
"It's really expensive."
Cursed Blade complained, and took out two rows of military ammunition packed with plastic straps from his pocket. The warheads of these ammunition also had some carvings. There are many different types of military ammunition, but the price of each one is the same.
Certified. The various engravings are the company marks of the masters who made these bullets.
Even in Utopia, the science of engraving was developed, which can be used to identify the origin of military bullets.
"Expensive has its advantages, Cursed Blade. You should know that our reputation is worth the price."
"I see."
Curse Blade said, finding a place to sit down. Gwen also sat down.
The dark-skinned wolf-eared Ron brought out two cups of fragrant coffee and placed them in front of them. He also took out two "1917 Spell Inventory" and placed them in front of them. "Old rule, don't make it public, don't study too much about spells."
As for the origin of Wen, we only do transactions."
He spoke in the tone of a mystic.
Curse Blade made a gesture of agreement.
Wait until Ron Ear Wolf walks back to the bar.
Gwen looked directly at the curse blade. This gaze made Squirrel Girl have to put down the book and spread her hands: "The 10 military dollars are the entrance fee and the deposit. You have to give me this later. The origins of the spells here are quite different.
It's...suspicious, sometimes even the spells of the monks of March and the Sea of Illusion appear here, so, haha, choose slowly."
She lowered her head and pointed at the coffee cup: "Although this cup is more formalistic, it is indeed drinkable and has unlimited refills."
"..."
The number of spells is indeed very large. As soon as Gwen opened it, he could see that most of the inventory here came from some small associations. To put it simply, most of the spells here came from the "sale of stolen goods"
', after killing the hostile crab legs, source power messengers and monsters with source power, the mantras obtained by chance will be sold here, where these mantras will be unified and priced for sale.
And Gwen was finally able to see some high-grade spells.
And it can be said to be very perfect.
The source of power is indeed a kind of creature like a spell caster. There are spells that can improve the body's resistance. This kind of spell is useless in battle, and the effect is not very good. But in a Utopia with strong pollution and toxicity
In the wilderness, mastering such a spell called [The Sound of Clear Spring] to improve the body's immunity means being able to survive.
The spell [Cassio Vision] is a spell that can easily identify poisons and the toxicity of food.
The spell [Running Cat] can create a lazy spirit cat. This cat will patrol the camp according to a certain logic. When it encounters a creature that is not marked as a 'friend', it will
The shrill meow disappeared. It was a warning spell, and it was quite easy to use.
The spell [Peacock Feather] creates arrows made of feathers and launches them. There is no harm, but the ends of the hair of the person hit will grow crazily. The colorful feathers of the Roots will continue to fall off, which can provide nearly
One hour of tracking time. (There is a line of small words written under this spell: 'It can also be used on friends, it will be particularly funny to see them grow feathers')
These simple spells range in value from 50 military rounds to 80 military rounds.
He circled it without hesitation.
Although I only have one spell slot, can't I switch it at will? The five or six seconds of "cat light changing formula" is a very simple matter in a non-combat state.
Although Cursed Blade said he chose it himself, he still paid attention to Gwen.
Seeing him circle three or four incantations in one breath, he said in a tone that seemed sarcastic, but actually quite caring:
"You have chosen so many spells, so your secret book must be particularly powerful, right? The spell slots in the secret book that everyone practices are limited, which is why I clearly have the ability to get the life-saving spell.
But I still chose to come here and buy a spell that best suits me and has the most potential for development. To avoid polluting my spell pool."
"Don't worry, I know it. As long as I have the spells, I can use them without having them recorded in my secret book."
Gwen revealed some information.
Curse Blade suddenly realized: "Is the source power of the Mind Flayer combined with the Mind Flayer Secret Code so powerful?"
"What Mind Flayer Codex?"
Gwen felt baffled.
Curse Blade also felt baffled, "It's the secret code for your practice as a mind flayer. You can't really practice "The Unfinished Book", right? As a chaotic secret code, the Unfinished Book contains
There is a lot of malicious 'poison of knowledge', if you take it as your major, your brain will melt soon, right?"
"..."
Gwen controlled all the muscles in his body and made a calm expression at the same time - he would not be able to deceive the cursed blade if he did not try his best.
"That's what you mean. Fortunately, I have an affinity with shadows and I have the ability to deceive a certain degree of judgment."
This lie is half true and half false.
The ability of the shadow system is indeed the ability to "copy other people's spells", but this ability is not inferior to his. He cannot do this kind of thing of openly stealing other people's proud abilities.
But half-truths are best used against people like Curseblade.
The other party was deceived and nodded: "Then you can remove the two spells [Cassio Vision] and [Voice of Clear Spring]. Rabbit has similar spells, and Spark also has one. You can buy it from them
Go ahead, there’s no need to buy it here. It’s a small loss to buy a spell of this magnitude for military use of fifty or sixty rounds.”
Even if Curse Blade says it’s a loss, then it’s really a loss.
Gwen erased these two spells and kept [Peacock Feather] and [Running Cat]. There was still a lot left for military use. He thought about it and chose one that cost two hundred pieces.
Military incantation.
【Lute's Tianyu】.
This spell can make the user's ears grow golden Lute feathers, and the bones on the body will be filled with the talent and strength of the Lute people, so that when they fall from a high place, they can slowly land on the ground, just like
It is like a feather. Users who also possess the Golden Lute Feather can use any single-syllable incantation to cause an object within the field of vision no more than 5 meters to receive the 'Featherfall Blessing', reducing its weight by four-fifths.
.
It can only take effect on oneself and two targets other than oneself at the same time.
The more source power is injected, the faster its duration and feedback speed will be.
When choosing this spell, Curse Blade didn't think it was necessary, but Gwen had to choose it.
This is not ‘something the world urgently needs’, but comes from Gwen’s own ‘fear’.
That is, the fear caused by the question of how to survive from high altitude. If Gwen wants to gain peace of mind, this aspect is the means that must be supplemented. The means to survive a fall from high altitude...
Although it may not be necessary in Utopia, Gwen just wants it, and this is just an unreasonable request.
Regarding this attitude of 'I just like it', Curse Blade had no choice but to nod slightly: "Okay, okay, just buy it. Anyway, it doesn't hurt us to know more. We can't predict the future."
One day its knowledge will be needed to transform or create something else."
After that, Gwen chose a substitute spell called [Shadow's Double], a life-saving spell that can create a dark shadow on his body when he is hit.
The attack is absorbed. Apart from the high consumption of source power, it is a life-saving ability with almost no shortcomings. When fully activated, it can even create a shadow to replace itself.
The value of this spell requires a little bit of source gold to purchase.
The only regret is that this mantra is a "very famous" mantra.
Being famous is not a good thing in the world of Source Force Messengers, because being famous means "everyone knows". If a life-saving spell is known to everyone...this means that some bad things will happen, maybe
Being targeted and the like.
However, it is still guaranteed for the first time use.
The hard part is always using it later.
"..."
Since the price of the spell is relatively expensive, after the purchase is confirmed, the goods will be escorted by the source force messenger to the Wuyuanren Apartment to complete the transaction. Gwen and the others only need to prepare the bullets.
This method of trading does require a certain amount of trust.
Fortunately, Curse Blade enjoys this trust here.
This Squirrel Girl can eat well anywhere.
After she purchased two spells, she even received a small amount of information, or rumors.
Such rumors usually come from underground sources.
There may be some real information hidden in those chaotic and crazy words. Gwen is not interested in the information that seems to be spoken by crazy people. For him, a more convenient source of information is to use
With your own ability, you can give a warm embrace to a spirit body, and then learn some information from the other person's soul.
The Cursed Blade doesn't think so.
She returned to the car and said through the open window: "Go to Mandrake Street!"
Then look back:
"Really valuable information is hidden in these rumors. The Cat Lights once sold a collection of stories called "Historical Stories of the Three Kingdoms to the Justice Court of Liangshan and the One Hundred and Eight Jurors of the Bandits"...
Huh, it’s a really weird name, but when the various dynasties collapsed and chaos was mentioned in it, careerists moved forward in all directions, but the beginnings were all rumors.”
Gwen guessed that it should be Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin. Although she didn't know why the translation was so weird, considering that this was a utopia, it was normal.
But this made Gwen's homesickness even more intense.
If she was not sure at the beginning, now Gwen is a little sure that this is her own world. After all, there are Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin...
"Then how many times have you mined useful information from it?"
Gwen asked.
But it didn't stop it.
First of all, this is Curse Blade's own business.
Secondly, I used "Caryl Crew Diary".
After using "Caryl Crew Diary", within three days, an opportunity will appear for you, that is, a state where luck and coincidence hit the door. It is possible...the information obtained by the curse blade is you.
There may be opportunities!
Gwen looked at the Curse Blade with attentive eyes.
It's like the look in the eyes of an amateur runner who just finished a long-distance run puts a coin into the drink machine and watches the Coke fall.
Fall down.
Cola!
... This gaze was a bit too intense, and Cursed Blade felt a little uncomfortable being looked at. He pinched his face, pulled it up, and pulled out a physical one-sided smile: "Why are you looking at me all the time?
"
"You are beautiful so I keep looking at you."
Gwen chose this sentence to cover up.
Cursed Blade was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, and scratched his head:
"Even I would feel shy if such a beautiful young man said such things."
"Would even you be shy?"
"That's right."
Curse Blade shook his body, lowered his head and began to sort out the rumors: "Well, there is a nursery rhyme singing, 'One foot of cloth can be sewed'... What the hell is that? There are also rumors that if you hear a fox barking in the middle of the night, what do you call a 'countryman'?
"When Long Yan grows, Long Yan grows'... What the hell is this? There's something like 'When Long Yan dies, fellow villagers will share their names'..."
Gwen trembled a little as she listened.
Is this really an opportunity?
I'm afraid this isn't 'Death follows you home, Sheriff', it's too scary.
But Gwen Le's squirrel is obsessed with analyzing rumors, because when she was on the road, Gwen had had enough of her chatterbox. Sometimes Cursed Blade was silent and thoughtful, and sometimes she talked endlessly, but there she was manic and wise.
, underneath her smart and neurotic exterior, she still possesses a proud personality, which results in her not having many friends, and even fewer close friends.
Gwen didn't quite think she would be the other person's friend.
But unfortunately and very fortunately, Cursed Blade, a genius on the path to being a source of power, recognized Gwen as the same kind as him. Therefore, he would take the trouble to tease him, just like a smart and cunning cat that sometimes uses its claws.
Just like patting other cats, just to make your "kind" get up and play with you.
This is where Curseblade's pride and vanity come into play.
Hui Ta is her good friend, but she will never discuss her academic achievements with Hui Ta, nor will she show off by saying, "I can guess the wind strength today from the way a leaf falls to the ground." Rabbit is also her friend.
, but she would not say to the rabbit, "After sufficient learning of the fighting posture, you can show the perfect power posture."
She needs to be more proud.
Gwen obviously got her approval, so the squirrel kept talking about his various research results just to gain admiration.
If the mind flayer is willing to admit that he is inferior to the other party, maybe Curseblade will soon lose interest in him like a scumbag, which can also quiet his ears.
That's unfortunate.
Although Gwen didn't think he was a stinky and difficult person to get along with, he didn't want to easily admit that he was inferior to others.
Therefore, in terms of martial arts, he used a large number of moves and power-generating techniques that were unlikely to be used in the previous world to refute and discuss the various theories of the Cursed Blade, which formed a vicious circle...
The more the two of them debated, the more Curse Blade looked up to him, and the more he wanted to explore the secret of the source of power with him.
And he was unwilling to admit defeat, so he would secretly read books at night to supplement his attainments in Yuanli.
The two sides reached a perfect involution cycle.
Now that Squirrel Girl was silent, he was relieved.
You can take a little rest.
…………
Cursed Blade turned over the information over and over again, and did not tell Gwen the information about the blue-faced silver that made Gwen happy. Instead, he said in a arrogant tone:
"Although there is no interesting harvest, I think the truth behind some of these rumors should be able to give some weak help to my old friends in the Fellow Branch. For example, the 'Mind Flayer Serial Murder Case' reported in the newspaper now
'. That case was obviously not done by the Mind Flayer. Look at this rumor, it mentioned words like 'dimmy light', 'like a demon's roar' and 'some kind of heavy squirming of stone elemental life'...
…”
Gwen racked her brains and frowned: "I think I understand what you mean."
He doesn't understand.
But you can be soft in your heart, but you can never be soft in your mouth.
Gwen's psychological quality is absolutely tough and ruthless, and her adaptability is at the S level. Telling a short story can help people understand how strong Gwen's psychological quality is. In the past, she was involved in some very serious situations.
In the teacher's class, there will be a terrifying 'roll call mechanism', that is, 'Who knows this question?'
He lowered his head silently, not daring to look directly at the teacher for fear of being called on.
At this time, Gwen would hold her head high, look at the blackboard with a "hum" expression, and look directly at the teacher. At the same time, after half a second, she would lower her head in boredom and start drawing and writing on the scratch paper.
Such a gesture.
I'm afraid that serious teacher would never have thought of the result, 'Gwen doesn't know how!'
With this excellent psychological quality, Gwen spent three years in class without any worries, and was never called upon by the teacher to go to the blackboard and write answers.
What is strength? This is called strength.
At this time, Cursed Blade, like the serious teacher, did not expect that the beautiful Mind Flayer boy in front of him, who was full of wisdom, had no understanding at all.
"If you still remember, you should remember the six mind flayer incidents that occurred on Walter Street, Strawberry Street and New Grass Flower Street, right?"
Curse Blade has an excellent memory. Gwen once watched a TV series with her, and she was able to recite the lines vividly and add emotional color the next day.
Gwen nodded: "Yeah."
He doesn't remember.
"Very good, then you probably remember that five of them happened near a certain brick-walled alley, right?" Curse Blade showed a thoughtful expression.
Gwen didn't say 'Ah, right, right' this time. As an excellent fool and master of pretending to be confused, Gwen has her own set of rules, which is to ask appropriate questions without affecting the overall situation.
It can improve your reliability among smart people.
"Is it Wuqi?"
Cursed Blade was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought for a moment, and finally nodded affirmatively:
"It should be five incidents. Although one of them is a bit far-fetched, it should be considered. The incident near the wall corresponds to the information I just obtained from the rumors. No matter what the truth of other mind flayer incidents is, these five incidents
It's obviously a 'criminal group'. By modifying the wall, they created a path leading to the sewer, and then kidnapped people in it, dug out their hearts and valuable organs, and threw them out. This is undoubtedly disgusting.
criminal behavior."
"..."
Cursed Blade stretched out: "How many crimes are committed in the name of ghost stories? But at least this incident has been resolved."
After a while, she couldn't help but feel smug again: "Since I arrived at the Fellowship, the number of solved mysteries in this area has greatly increased. There are not so many boring monsters in this world, and there are not so many boring strange stories. Most of them are
What appears to be ghost killings and monster killings are ultimately the work of some inhuman people.”
Gwen thinks this is a good thing.
He won't be angry with Curseblade because he lacks some empathy for his victims.
To be honest, Gwen's thoughts are similar to those of the Silent Corpse Ritual Society.
That is to say that one’s deeds are ignored without regard to one’s heart.
No matter how the curse blade lacks empathy, the existence of the curse blade has indeed allowed many unjust, false and wrong cases to be solved. This is good, this is kindness, and this is what should be called good. When a tragedy occurs,
When a person cries bitterly, it shows that he is a compassionate person. However, compassion is not justice. Even if his tears dry up and his voice becomes hoarse, he cannot cause the murderer to be harmed in the slightest.
Gwen doesn't dislike good people, he likes them.
But he is not the kind of "good guy" who has "empathy above all else". Please, as a detective in the world of Utopia, if there are not thousands of tragedies a year, it will not be able to live up to the security of Utopia. Solve the case with exhaustion and fatigue, and punish the murderer.
, is not a reason for these idiots who can only cry to no avail to ask "Do you have a heart?"
"Can you write to the branch?"
"I will write to the press first, and then to the branch." Cursed Blade turned over and lay down comfortably, with the back of his head on his hands, "I hope you can understand this."
When it comes to the dark side of the authorities, Gwen feels that her intelligence should have increased by about 20.
"After all, some incidents have been 'concluded'. You dig them out again with the shovel, and the shovel digs in, poking their faces."
"Yes." Curse Blade nodded.
Her expression showed an expression of "it's easy to talk to smart people".
…………
The Armored Squirrel Car soon arrived at Mandrake Street, a long street that goes straight on Sports Street, crosses a road called 'Municipal Avenue', and then reaches the interchange of previous carriages in front of the next carriage. Mandrake
Grass Street is built at the junction of this carriage. It is a circular street with entrances and exits on both sides, connecting the two carriages.
This is a typical high-end area. The gear in the middle is covered with a layer of oil soil and planted with a big tree. With the big tree as the center point, gears, levers, and conveyor belts, an area like a factory is completed. And
What it creates is a bottle of 'oxygen mask' for the air purifier, so a large amount of comfortable air spreads here, with citrus flavor, strawberry flavor, lime flavor...all kinds of fruity air
It's spreading here.
Very fragrant place.
Therefore, a large number of luxurious restaurants were built here, and the gear underground river was also used for sewage discharge. As a connection point between the two carriages, they did not have to worry about being criticized when doing this.
Here, you can meet all kinds of reformers.
After Gwen got out of the car, she was dragged by the curse blade to a reserved restaurant. This restaurant had an amazingly beautiful fluorescence. Behind the heavy glass, a large amount of water rolled up the glowing corals and plankton.
It rotates in a vortex, and the restaurant itself is built on a huge gear, so both sides rotate together, making this dreamy scene even more dreamy.
Gwen also made a surprised sound.
This is not physics, but source force.
A powerful source of power maintains the balance between the entire restaurant and the water flow. A powerful source of life allows life to multiply in the whirlpool. The owner of that powerful source of power is sitting on a colorful flower in the restaurant.
Among the cushions under fluorescent trees.
Ron is a black-haired man, wearing a loose robe, slightly thin, with soft dog ears attached to the top of his head, looking sleepy. His delicate face has a kind of charm that does not distinguish between men and women.
He has a strange but divine charm, and his bare toes gently step on the soft cushions. He is a man no matter how he looks, but he possesses a very strong charm.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Among the source power messengers that Gwen has seen so far, as long as the source power reaches a certain level, there seems to be no bad-looking person. Even the image of a bald and reckless man is quite masculine.
This seems to be the law of the source of power? But it seems...
Gwen looked at Ron, the dog-eared man with an incomprehensibly handsome and androgynous face, and felt as if he had grasped something important.
"Isn't it very strong?"
Curse Blade asked softly, and at the same time, this guy kept looking at the dog-eared Ron.
...It seems that as long as the words are directed at the other party, the other party will react to the very weak discussion.
You can feel a little bit of "distressed" emotion from the expression of this man Rongen.
He looked over and met their eyes.
Curse Blade smiled and nodded, and at the same time, he suddenly reached out and squeezed Gwen's palm. Only then did Gwen regain his composure, awkwardly curling up the corners of his mouth in a smile, and nodded gently like the social butterfly squirrel around him.
Rongen's eyes softened, he nodded meekly, and then lowered his head to read a huge book on his lap.
This may be a bit inappropriate to say.
But Gwen felt a strange "maternal" feeling from the other person.
"Have you two reserved seats?"
A waiter came up.
Cursed Blade smiled at the waiter: "It's made a reservation. The secret code is 'the sextant at half past six is useless'."
Listening to this puzzling code, the waiter also compared this boring code with the face of the interesting-looking Squirrel Girl in front of him, and seemed to come to some conclusion that 'she is so beautiful but crazy', and he was hung up
With a respectful smile, they were led to their reserved seats. It was a good seat from which they could see most of the whirlpool.
"Have the dishes been served according to the reservation?"
"That's right, we don't have any taboos, so feel free to go ahead."
So the waiter neatly poured lemon tea for them both, and then went to the kitchen to make arrangements.
After the person walks away.
Cursed Blade asked in a tone of discussing secrets:
"How about it?"
"How about what?"
"How awesome is he? He is one step away from the level of a vehicle commander."
Gwen realized what the other person was saying and nodded: "Very strong, stronger than imagined."
"Hey, so you can't blame me for having doubts about what you said before, 'Liqi is almost the same as you.' Being almost the same as you means that she is almost the same as surpassing the deputy commander level. If she has some advantages against you,
Then he’s almost the same as this person.”
While Gwen nodded, a doubt arose:
The pressure that Li Qi puts on him is not as strong as that of the peak deputy commander?
Could it be that...the other party hadn't used all its strength at that time!?
"What about Dragon Flame?"
"Long Yan is one of the most powerful geniuses in history! Even among the commanders, he is quite strong. That's why I said this is a long-term mission."
Gwen felt that her horizons were still too small. In the past, she thought that her power could be considered 'good', but now it seems that it is probably 'mediocre'?
Sister Gezi, the mind flayer in her mind, let out a helpless laugh.
Really? It’s very helpless, right? It turns out we are such bad people!
