One day, two days, three days... The books in Rikka's hands have long since fallen to the ground, and the teapot has dried up. But the little girl always stares at the sky blankly, neither eating nor drinking, nor sleeping.
Although it was the Black Rain Moon, the afternoon sun was still dazzling, and snowflakes fell, dyeing Rikka's originally silver-white hair even more crystal clear.
"Sister, what is Rikka-sama doing? Isn't it because of mental problems?" Hasta looked out the window and saw that the cold rain had already wet the black robe, but Rikka was still standing there like an idiot.
, with no intention of avoiding it at all.
"Ms. Christine, I also feel that something is not right about Master Rikka. You think you should let me go and ask. The worst I can do is get a beating." Perseus frowned and said incomprehensibly.
.Although he is no longer bound by the soul contract, he still chooses to follow Rikka.
As he spoke, the cold rain suddenly stopped, and then large tracts of snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The black robe on Rikka's body quickly became stiff, and there was a faint white mist gushing out between his breaths.
However, Christine never raised her head from beginning to end. She was still drinking her long-lost coffee while flipping through an ancient book. It seemed that she completely ignored Hastur and Perseus' doubts, or she had already expected them.
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"Although you two are not at a high level, you are still the remnants of ancient ferocious beasts."
"Don't just look at everything with your eyes, you need to experience it with your heart, like Rikka at this moment."
Kristine turned the page again and said softly just now. But this was also the vision she discovered the day after she finished practicing. It was sudden and reasonable.
But if Christine had a choice, she would never let Rikka do this at this moment. It's just because this place is full of dangers, and she doesn't dare to claim that she can protect the little girl and escape unscathed.
The Grand Magister is a symbol of wisdom, far more knowledgeable than any scholar. If you add in his more than 400 pages of accumulation, it is estimated that the books Christine has read can circle around the Pava Federation three times.
So she was just a little surprised at first. After some thinking, she concluded that Rikka was in some special state, and the best thing the three of us could do was not to disturb him.
"Hasta, Perseus, let me ask you two, you usually spend a lot of time practicing, but compared to your talent, does it seem insignificant?"
"Then...you two need to know that Rikka has only practiced seriously twice in her life, and each time lasted less than a few days. The first time was when she was in the King of Ogu, where she learned the gift of liberation combat skills from the Cowardly Lion.
The second one lasted for a period of time when the priest Lulu died in the High Court of Cisse."
"After that, Rikka became stronger day by day, but what did she do every day? She got up early to cook, went shopping, hung out with wild beasts, and hung out at roadside stalls!"
"For me, cultivation is the bargaining chip that determines final achievement, but for you, talent is far more important than any hard work!"
Christine said slowly, and then Hasta looked out the window thoughtfully again, and Perseus nodded again and again with some hesitation.
"Although Rikka had been unconscious before, she had been nourished by my herbal pills and had not been traumatized again along the way. Therefore, it can be said that she was only a little listless when she woke up, and it was impossible for her to have any more
Other circumstances."
"Coupled with the trace of beastly coercion exuded by her first move, I am 70% sure that Rikka is in some special state, and the result will either be a failure and a great loss in strength, or she will go one step further and compete with the peak powerhouse.
Let’s sit on equal footing!”
Christine closed the book and looked up at Hastur and Perseus. Originally she didn't want to say anything, but the two brothers seemed to have no awareness of being a relic, or they could not understand the ancient times at all.
The power of ferocious beasts.
What is a real strong man? Is he born with extraordinary talents? Is it that he has an unprecedented speed in cultivation? Is it that his combat skills are unique? No, no, no, in this world, the only real strong men are those ancient ferocious beasts.
When he was born, he possessed strength comparable to that of a peak powerhouse, and he will become more and more terrifying in the future.
It's just that this narrow concept is limited to this world. If some existences are "outsiders", then naturally they cannot be accurately defined. For example, the soul of the Candle Dragon that appeared in the Vulture Castle before is currently staring at the haze.
A little girl in the sky.
"Then what should we do now? We can't just sit in the room and wait, right?" Hastur said and looked out the window for the third time, but this time his eyes were no longer confused, but filled with awe.
Replace.
He has never had any interaction with Rikka before, so to Hastur, Rikka is more like an arrogant and willful female queen than his companion. Therefore, most of the time, he has to do
It's just "obedience", not the kind of ease and ease with Perseus.
"Lady Christine, this is Twin Nest City. Master Rikka is behaving like this. Do you think we can stop it? Of course, this is based on the premise that Master Rikka is unharmed!"
Perseus also understood what the other party said, and he also felt that the master did not take the Pava Federation into consideration too much.
Regardless of success or failure, it is estimated that if the master exudes a trace of beast pressure, the Pava Federation Iron Cavalry will come again. At that time, should the three of us escape with Rikka, or should we stand still and wait for Rikka to leave on her own?
Get out of this state.
"No! You must not disturb Rikka directly! Doing so will make the little girl waste an opportunity to become stronger, and soon we will have to return to Jackdaw City to rescue Boom and Gloria!" p>
"My suggestion is that from today on, the three of us will do our best to protect this small courtyard. I believe that as long as we don't leak any information, there is no possibility of being targeted."
"Of course, during this process, if anyone feels that he needs to take a break, he can inform the other two in advance. This will also save the three of us from being exhausted at the same time. You two will maintain it for four hours a day, and I will take care of the rest of the time.
Let’s deal with it.”
Christine glanced at the coffee cup that was only a third of the way through, then slowly stood up and walked out of the room first. Then the dark magic barrier quietly unfolded, and Rikka, who was in a sluggish state, did not react at all.
Looking straight at the sky.
"Brother, I'm not good at protecting others. I can only always be wary of intruders." Whether he is the Lord of Soul Butterflies or an assassin, Hastur can be said to be a pure attacker, not a defender.<
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I saw that his left hand had already transformed into a recurve bow, and a poisonous arrow was aimed at the courtyard door. It is estimated that whoever breaks in suddenly will bear the full blow of Hastur.
"I know, I was born for this situation. Anyone who wants to harm Master Rikka must first step over my body!"
After speaking, Perseus turned around and walked towards Rikka. After two or three steps, it turned into a giant tower shield. However, at this moment, the surface of the tower shield was full of cracks, and the sides were broken, making it look shaky.
Appearance.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and eventually the sky became so chaotic that it became blurry. The expected pressure of the beast did not appear, and even Rikka's breathing became extremely weak, showing an appearance of one that was about to pass away.
But the sense of oppression in the small courtyard became more and more intense, as if the god of death was about to come, and the sickle in his hand had already touched his neck.