078, there is a kind of powerful called pervert

From a very early age, Blackcurrant's evaluation of Solandal was nothing more than "he is very strong", "he is difficult to guess", "no one is his opponent", which sounds very pompous, but after getting along with him for so long, Yin really doesn't feel that the narcissistic disguise control is strong.

Well, maybe there are only a few full-time magicians, but Yin doesn't think Blackcurrant will admit that he is his only enemy because of this.

The warm winter sun shone on the lively streets of Eloda. Children with toys in their hands ran in front of them in groups and ran over. Far away, there were wandering artists playing the accordion, singing old songs in a hoarse voice.

Blackcurrant opened his arms and carried it on the back of the lounge chair. He looked lazy, but his voice was like a tight string, even a little astringent: "Fifteen years ago, I found the target of the assassination in a broken building in the slum, Solandal."

"I was only ten years old at that time. On the first mission, I kicked the iron plate. I thought that the son of a prostitute was like a malnourished chicken. He died with a gentle pinch. I didn't expect that he was a magician - not that kind of half-baked magician. I received fighting education. Later, when I came into contact with magic, I gradually realized that his level had probably reached the height of a five-star magician at that time. . "

Although he knew that Solandal's magic cultivation was very good, he was a five-star magician fifteen years ago, which was inevitable... Yin smacked his tongue incredulously: "That guy is really a pervert. And then?"

"The assassination failed, and I was locked up for a month. After coming out of the confinement room, my instructor told me who was the person I killed," Blackcurrant squinted at the sky. "At that time, Haimerin was already the key training target of the legion. They didn't say that they also knew why Solandal had to die. During the confinement, they sent some people to kill him, but those people died. I was the only one who came back alive and was reconsidered and released from the confinement room.

Yin asked strangely, "Why did he kill everyone else and let you go back alive?"

Blackcurrant shook his head and continued, "Then there was an accident. I suddenly didn't want to do anything for them anymore, so I defected."

Since he only said "an accident happened", he didn't want to elaborate. Although he was curious about the reason why he made such a big decision, Yin still decided to shut up. If he wanted to say it, he might take the initiative to tell himself one day.

"In six years, they sent a lot of people to kill me, but they didn't succeed. At that time, no one could kill me. Because of this, they had to kill me at all costs."

The dark days of being chased and killed lasted for six years. Assassination, poisoning, sniping, explosion... If the nerves slack off for a moment, they will die. They are waiting for me to collapse." Speaking of the gloomy past, Blackcurrant did not show pain. I don't know whether it was the numbness exercised as a killer, or I have forgotten that feeling. "There is no unbreakable defense in this world. When I am fed up with this moment of restless life, they will win."

Yin squeezed her lips and whispered, "This is a game of life and death, but in the end you won."

The wandering artist still played the accordion and began to play a song that was familiar to the people of the Principality. Yin unconsciously hummed to his beat: "Looking at the end of the desert where the sand and dust are flying, the twilight is attached to the promised spring fantasy. People who are lost in the dream journey stop for a moment and listen to the wonderful melody echoing in the sky. ......”

The same melody as

seemed to go back in time, and the picture in front of me returned to the new moon night three years ago.

He was kicked out of the bustling Royal Casino and rolled down more than a dozen steps to the street. His clothes were peeled off and almost torn into strips of cloth.

"The fascinating city of the abyss of silent history, the figure of the sea breeze blowing far away..."

Under the street lamp, the man held the lyre in his arms and sang songs from a foreign country affectionately.

He lay on the cold ground for a while. The punching and kicking just now was just a small matter, but he didn't want to be seen that he still had the strength to fight again.

"Borth because of love, the immortal hope between the broken walls..."

He stared at the man leaning against the street lamp indifferently. In the fairy tale, the witch-like pointed brimmed hat blocked most of the man's face, but it could not block the golden hair up to his shoulders - it was an alien who could shine on its own even in the darkness of the night of the new moon.

His throat felt uncomfortable for a while. He raised his hand and touched it. The texture of the metal was close to the skin, and it took a long time to adapt.

Adapt to the feeling of being bound and the identity of a slave.

Since he first entered the casino many years ago, he has never lost. There is no one who really wins by luck. If a professional gambler doesn't win a thousand, he will definitely fight psychologically. Both of them have traces to follow. In just a few seconds, he can understand the thoughts of the end of the game and judge this in the shortest time. The results of some people's game, and then bet accurately.

But just now, I met a natural enemy. The two used all the gambling methods to compete. The other party can always win slightly and win narrowly and narrowly. Everyone thought that he would bow his head after losing all his property, but he just sat quietly at the gambling table and looked at the relaxed man opposite.

Even if we haven't seen each other for twelve years and the appearance has changed a lot, the funny smile is still retained, so that he can recognize it at a glance.

- You have nothing left, why don't you give up?

The people gathered in the Royal Casino of Usace are all head and face-to-face figures, all wearing neat dresses and exaggerated wigs, and change a pair of clean gloves every once in a while. But the person sitting opposite is different. There is a pointed big-brimmed hat on his head, a wide robe under the dark blue cloak, and the hem is even dragged to the ground. **'s hands are slender and clean, with a kind of sick paleness. Like a ghost.

- In that case, take your freedom to bet with me. Whoever loses will be the slave of the other party.

He was surprised, not because the bet was too big, but because he saw something different from the funny face. His freedom is what the man in front of him has been betting all night and really wants to win.

The last game is also won by the other side without any suspense, and it is easy to win.

He sat up cross-legged and asked, "What do you want me to do for you, killing those who want your life?"

The man under the street lamp still played with the strings and said briskly, "I'm not interested in their lives. I just don't like your current situation. The way of life like a street mouse and a homeless dog is too lacking in beauty." He waved his fingers and said, "You are more suitable to be a slave. That collar is very good for you, isn't it?"

"It's boring." He commented rudely.

The man smiled, and he could only see his grin open mouth in the shadow: "Yes, I've been bored for too long, but I'm afraid I won't be bored again."

He lost his patience and asked impatiently, "What on earth do you want to make me your slave?"

The man did not answer and played the same melody seven or eight times. The rhythm became slower and slower. Finally, he stopped, and there were no pedestrians on the street.

"You have two choices now," the man put his index finger in front of his lips and said mysteriously, "Or run away and wait to be caught by the slave trader and sell it to the new owner."

He looked at the opposite side with a cold face.

"Or, come with me. I'll sell you to the Colosseum. Depending on your size, you should be able to sell it at a good price."

After saying that, the man played the song just now by himself and sang with the sound of the piano in a very intoxicating manner: "At the end of the desert city with sand and dust, the Yongquan fantasy under the twilight attachment..."

He snorted, got up and walked towards the end of the street, leaving only a vague song behind him: "Farewell, my dear friend, the journey to the top of glory begins a new chapter..."

The starry night extends infinitely, and the street seems to be endlessly far away. The stars are rising, and the dawn is coming.

"...So he turned you into a slave and then let you go?"

Yin's face was full of surprise, and his head was full of question marks: "Why did he do this? I gambled all night and won your ruin just to put an iron ring on you to satisfy his perverted aesthetics?

The black currant didn't make a sound. The spoon reached out to the ice cream bowl, poked it empty, and found that there was nothing in the bowl.

"And you, didn't you say that you wouldn't lose? That time I lost so ugly that I even lost freedom. Where did this self-confidence come from?" Yin Bai was puzzled and pushed him again and asked.

Blackcurrant bit the spoon and squeezed a faint sentence from between his teeth: "I won."

Yin felt that her thinking ability could not keep up: "What won? You obviously lost, and you said so yourself."

The black currant shook his head in silence, spit out the bitten deformed spoon, and said, "When I become a slave, I no longer have freedom, but as an item, it belongs to the owner."

Yin opened her mouth wide and understood what he meant for a long time: "In this way, the Parthian Legion can no longer hunt you down, otherwise it will violently plunder private property and openly violate the laws of the six countries; but they can't buy you, because no one will make fun of their lives, and the Parthency without ownership is even I can't order you, I can't pursue your defection... Did you lose to him on purpose?"

Blackcurtain is silent, which is an acknowledgment.

She finally understood the real meaning behind the evaluation of Solandal's "strong, invincible and unpredictable". He can not only win, but also control the process of winning and enjoy the pleasure of killing his opponent... More importantly, as a person who has been assassinated by the black gallon, he is actually this The victory terminator of the great escape, he deprived the Blackcurrant of his freedom, just to satisfy his abnormal aesthetics, or as a wonderful way to trample on human dignity and revenge, or to help him tacitly get out of his predicament? Or, what are there more far-reaching purposes that are not within the scope of their guess?

"It's really a strong and perverted madman." Yin sighed sincerely.