After the body has been healed by the hot water, the warmth on the body surface is blown by the night breeze, and the icy coolness has a very comfortable feeling.
Sitting on the edge of the hotel roof, in the darkness beyond the reach of the light, the figure wearing only a simple shirt looked at the night in the center of Paris.
Looking at the world-famous Eiffel Tower, it's brilliant in the night.
I saw this "famous" scenery up close and personal, which I had seen in primary school English textbooks.
It feels like he can hear the breath of the bustling city around him, which is a very far away feeling from him who once only lived in a small city.
The sound of flapping wings sounded, and two delicate and elegant black figures appeared. Haiji and Mullin landed on his shoulders, rubbing Fangran's cheeks affectionately,
They spread their wings and chirped first, as if complaining about their owner's sudden abandonment of them not long ago.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to leave you behind either."
Fang Ran, who saw this scene, smiled softly, tapped the birds that immediately returned to him with his fingers, raised his arms and released them into the night sky,
Then he continued to look at the Paris night and slowly opened his dark eyes.
This time Fangran even noticed it himself,
He is indeed smiling.
No longer sticking to the same place, coming to a distant world, and experiencing a series of events as a participant, it seems like a long-awaited adventure.
"If we don't win that battle..."
His black eyes looked down at the bustling city center of Paris from a high altitude. The night wind blew his collar and hair, scattering the second half of his soliloquy.
I won’t be able to think this through...
Thinking that I participated in the national war because I wanted to advance, it was also the reason why I didn't lose the night game and got involved in the crisis.
This time Fangran still felt that the collision of various conditions produced a result,
Then push yourself into a situation of 'coincidence'.
Temporarily freed from the tense escape, I have time to rest. The darkness on the roof isolates the noise of the bright lights below, as if I am far away from the other side of the world.
The curvature is frivolous, the black eyes are quiet, and his thoughts are slowly lost in thought as the night goes by.
"What are you doing in a place like this?"
Then I don't know how long it took, and suddenly I heard a clear and awe-inspiring voice behind me.
Osphia, who changed back into her white silk casual clothes, walked up to him, her blond hair fluttering brightly and softly in the night wind.
"You can't sleep, so you want to see the scenery of Paris?"
"No...I'm just looking for people to see if they're in trouble like we were during the day,"
In the bird's-eye view from above, he unconsciously forgot the time. He was a little surprised by her arrival. He switched back to his own field of vision and Fangran answered slowly with a trance in his eyes:
"Because...I can go help them now."
He was slightly stunned, feeling that the night was different to him at this moment.
Then Osphia saw the young man sitting on the edge of the roof, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes, winking deliberately and chuckling:
"Is it surprising?"
But there was no disturbance. Osphia looked calm and looked at the golden-orange glowing iron tower in the distance.
"No, what you just said surprised me even more."
She was a little surprised to see how calm she looked, and Fangran tilted her head curiously.
"Why do you say that?"
"You deliberately obscured your explanation to your companion. Your previous answer to me was not like flashing through a few scenes."
She had already noticed Fangran's flaw in the car when she and Qing Ning came back, but it wasn't until this moment that she slowly revealed it in a calm tone.
"The most obvious thing is that if you enter after noticing something strange, you won't be able to see Colossus suddenly attack Lord Herschel."
On the roof of the building at night, Osphia's blue eyes stared into the darkness. Her figure was majestic and her voice was calm in the night wind.
"What are you hiding, whether it's these eyes or the terrifying monster you're manipulating with obvious A-level skills."
The look on her face was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, she seemed to have noticed it a long time ago.
Fangran looked at her in shock for a second, and then slowly and helplessly laughed.
"Have you noticed it yet?"
Through Hai Ji who landed on the window sill, he saw Qing Ning, who was carrying back a lot of delicious food with Tang Bing.
Thinking about the "connection" that might have existed between himself and everyone in the night game, he lowered his quiet black eyes and spoke softly.
"I just... haven't figured out how to tell them yet."
Listening to his somewhat complicated words, Ophia looked at Fangran beside her, who was slightly silent, then turned her head and continued to answer the question just now, but replaced it with a sudden question.
"Fangran, do you know why I was hostile to you because of the national war?"
"Isn't it because I accidentally cut your clothes?"
Ignoring his knowing chuckle, Ophia looked at the night view of Paris in front of her, as if she was seeing the C-class battle that she ultimately lost.
"Although it is understandable to use strategies to balance the disadvantage of numbers, you who wear a mask to disguise yourself at all times are the kind of person I hate the most,"
"So I don't trust you and don't want to act with someone who can even deceive his companions."
"But I found out after being forced to do so,"
The young man's stunned expression was reflected in his blue eyes.
"You seem to have lied to yourself."
Silently opened her mouth and then slowly closed it, unable to refute this somewhat sharp comment. Looking at him who was speechless, Osphia withdrew her gaze and continued to speak coldly.
"Obviously I know the answer in my heart, but my words are vague. I obviously know why I stayed in this muddy water, but I don't have the courage to really admit it."
"When you rushed out to catch the robber and teach those black thieves a lesson, did you look at your own face in the mirror?"
In this second, she hit the nail on the head. She pointed out the root cause of her confusion on the train without any subtlety.
But at that same second, he heard Ophia's voice, calm and soft in the night wind, which seemed to be a little different.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's why I was surprised just now."
Eh?
His dark eyes stagnated. Hearing these words, he always felt gentler. Fangran looked at the movements of the night sky and paused.
Then he saw that Osphia seemed not to be looking at him on purpose, and her tone did not change much and she spoke calmly:
"It seems that after what happened last night, you seem to have figured it out."
The look on his stunned face suddenly thawed. When he heard her saying this, Fangran couldn't help but chuckle, and then a hint of happiness rose in his dark eyes.
"Have you... finally acknowledged me as your companion?"
The tall and white figure did not answer, and time passed again in an uncomfortable silence.
They all seemed to be quietly looking at the night before the action.
"Have your powers recovered?"
Then Osphia spoke softly first, breaking the silent atmosphere.
"No, not yet. I just used the moment when the two spaces were briefly connected to recall part of the power activated in the scene, but I still can't use the magic energy."
Fangran put his hands on his sides, looking at the distant reply with a relaxed posture, and then thought of the precious opportunity to recover the [Scale Scale], and sighed helplessly at the fact that he had simply wasted it:
"And if I had bad luck and no fighting ability, I would be like this."
Speaking of which, what is the next ability that will appear...
Who among everyone will be the next companion...
"Is it."
After receiving such a negative answer, Ophia simply spoke without regret, leaving Fangran wondering what she was thinking.
"But your night weapon and bow can still be taken out, right?"
"You mean this?"
Hearing her suddenly mention this, Fangran raised a hand to hold it. After a round of moonlight flickered, the huge bow of the Moon God Hunt appeared in his hand.
"The power of a night weapon requires magic energy to be exerted, but the required magic energy does not absolutely need to come from its owner, otherwise many strategic night weapons that require huge amounts of magic energy will not be able to be used at all."
As the sound of heels approached, his black eyes stared blankly as Osphia walked up to him and squatted down beside him. Looking at her delicate profile with blue eyes lowered, Fangran, who was in a daze, listened to her speak slowly:
"The power of the Ether Elf is to carry someone's consciousness, but it also has my magic energy. Attach it to your night device, and then let me give you conscious control over them, and you should be able to use the night device.
the power of."
"Wait, this...isn't this..."
At the moment when she unexpectedly opened her mouth, at close range, Fangran saw Ophia's indifferent reply:
"That's right, it's equivalent to me lending you part of my magic power."
Lend me magic power... Such a thing can really be done...
I know that generally speaking, participants will never lend the magic energy that is the source of their own strength to others, and they always feel that it reminds them of famous actions in a certain series,
Fangran saw her hands placed above Luna Hunting, and the dim light reflected her blue eyes just like on the plane.
"Because I still need to fill the energy of the magical coordinates, and I also need to control my ability to fight. I can't control too many ether elves. About a thousand magic energy is my current limit."
Listening to her explanation, I can feel that this is the trust she showed after admitting herself. Although a thousand magic powers are of little use to Fang Ran who is squandering "infinite",
But he looked at the beautiful blond figure in front of him and smiled softly and thanked her.
"That's enough, thank you."
"fine."
Listening to Osphia's still calm tone,
At this moment, Fangran also felt that kind of 'connection' from her.
When he looked at that handsome side face under the blond hair, he could not help laughing like a good friend, scratched his head and sighed:
"Even if you are an elite participant, you are too powerful. You can open three systems by yourself and still push the main line. I have begun to doubt the meaning of the gourd's existence."
"There is no time to say such unintelligible words. You might as well think carefully about how to unleash the power of this night weapon. The method of using it by just injecting magic energy is too crude. The night weapon in the teacher's hands is definitely not like this.
use,"
Hearing what Fangran said, Ophia raised her eyebrows slightly, then recovered quickly. It was difficult for people to guess whether her mood had improved a little, and her words were still calm.
"If this was not an A-level night weapon, you would have lost to me in the C-level battle."
"Haha, it's really..."
Watching the moon hunt being gradually attached to the elf light, Fangran, who heard what Ophia said, scratched his cheek and smiled and admitted,
He also thought that every time he used this night weapon, the bowstring where the magic energy was condensed would eventually break.
Speaking of which, he hasn't had time to fully explore the power of this night weapon.
Recalling the 'special' scene where he was hunted by the Moon God not long ago, and recalling his experiences up to now, Fangran looked at the scene in front of him and chuckled:
"But you may not believe it. It has only been a few months since I awakened as a participant. I have not yet mastered the fine use of magic energy or the exploration of the night weapon's ability."
The action of activating the ability stopped. She couldn't believe this astonishing fact, and Osphia's blue eyes widened slightly subconsciously.
Recalling the days before that bonfire night, Fangran suddenly felt a little distant nostalgia. He looked at the Eiffel Tower in full glory in the night, his dark eyes were quiet and his voice was murmuring.
"So now I'm starting to really face what I want to do, but I still can't make up my mind about who I want to be."
I can't bear to part with my daily...
I don't know when the control of the ether elf has been restored. Osphia lowered her eyes and stared at the glimmer of light on the bow. She was silent for a while before slowly speaking:
"Did you know that there is a spirit among the Western aristocracy called Noblesse Oblige?"
"I remember it seemed like it was a kind of noblesse oblige...?"
Looking at her figure surrounded by the elf halo from a close distance, Fangran came from a family that was a genuine ancient aristocrat in Italy in the past. Fangran didn't understand why she mentioned this, so she answered with some uncertainty.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Those in power should do more for the weak. This is such a noble and selfless moral concept,"
Osphia's expression was quiet, as if she was sincere and serious about telling this matter, but her words changed slightly in the next second.
"But I think that's just a superficial boast that people make."
"Eh?"
Not only was she surprised by her sudden turn of events, Fangran was also surprised that even as a member of the 'nobles', she actually said such denials.
"Even among the true nobles in the past, not many people were willing to fulfill this obligation for free regardless of their own interests. And those who really did it did not do it because of a simple Noblesse Oblige."
With a quiet look in her blue eyes, Fangran listened to her faint statement.
"You want to get glory, you don't want to see people die, you just admire someone, you don't want someone to succeed... Everyone has some reason to stand up and take action, and this is especially true for 'us'."
"I once watched a Chinese movie, and the last sentence of the protagonist impressed me deeply."
Her blond hair was fluttering in the night wind, and Ophia's face was bright in the bustling city and the dim light of the elves, and she whispered the words in her memory.
"I am a martial arts practitioner. When I encounter injustice, I must stand up,"
"This is our original intention in learning martial arts."
Unexpectedly, she would also watch such a movie. Fangran saw Ophia looking at her, azure blue and pitch black looking at each other on the rooftops of Paris at night.
"The teacher once told me that at some point the participants will hear the same voice as their original intention and make a decision spontaneously,"
The moment he was lost in thought when he heard these words, he remembered the sounds that echoed in his ears in the Arctic, and the movement of his body when he escaped from England.
Fangran stood up when she saw that the attachment of the ether elf had ended, and her figure was etched in the lights of downtown Paris.
"So if you still can't make up your mind, just wait for that voice to sound..."