Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

Florence.

In a quiet alley, in a vast courtyard, in a warm room, the bodies of a man and a woman are close together.

The man has a handsome face, a head of broken blond hair, and is wearing an extremely close-fitting pink dress. The girl is beautiful and cute. From the gap in the collar, tattoos of various flowers are faintly visible on the skin, carrying a special temptation.

At this time, the man looked serious, but the girl was a little scared.

Looking at the man, the girl's eyes flickered, and she asked timidly, "Master Sherlock, are you really all right?"

"Don't worry, Lucia, there will be absolutely no problem." The man smiled, "As long as you have experienced this kind of thing once, you will definitely pester me in the future."

"I... I don't believe it." The girl blushed slightly.

"Okay, are you ready?" the man asked.

"Yeah." The girl nodded slightly.

"Okay, don't move, I'm coming in." The man said out loud.

The girl pursed her lips and stopped talking. Feeling the entry of some kind of foreign object, her body tensed up suddenly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The girl frowned slightly: "Master Sherlock, it hurts a little, please... take it easy."

"Okay." The man nodded, his movements became gentle, and he asked, "Now?"

The girl felt it seriously, and after a while, her face turned even redder, "Now...now it's a little itchy again."

"Is it itchy? It's just right, enjoy it." The man moved quickly, and the girl's face became more and more red, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

After a long time, the girl's whole body softened as the foreign body left.

"call--"

The man breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the girl with a smile and asked, "Okay, now I don't think I lied, and I want to do it again after I'm done."

The girl nodded imperceptibly.

"Then stretch out the other ear." The man said.

The girl's body is very honest, like a kitten, she is close to the man's body, her head rests on Sherlock's lap, and one ear is turned up.

The man looked to the side, and there were many tools on the navy blue silk cloth: small clips, small forks, small spoons, small wooden knives, feathers...

The man glanced at many tools, finally picked up one, held it firmly in his hand, and stretched it towards the girl's ear.

The girl closed her eyes comfortably, her face full of enjoyment.

"Well……"

"Um……"

...

After a while, the man finished the operation, patted the girl on the back, made the girl sit up, and reminded: "Okay, Lucia, it's over. Let me ask you, how much have you learned?"

"Sixty percent." The girl said with flickering eyes.

"Sixty percent, it's almost the same, now you will serve me." The man said, lying on the girl's lap.

The girl pouted and said, "Master Sherlock, you are cheating. You didn't say before that I will do it for you after I finish it. Otherwise... otherwise, I will learn more seriously."

"It's not that I'm cheating. I taught you this thing just to let myself enjoy it. Well, well, it's almost 60%, better than what I learned the first time. Come on, let me see you craftsmanship."

"Really?"

"certainly."

"Okay." The girl was helpless, and the next moment her expression became serious, she picked up the tools, and began to operate meticulously.

While enjoying it, the man commented: "Well, not bad."

"Easy."

"Use some strength."

"Well, that's it, hold on."

"Yes, yes, comfortable, very comfortable."

After a long time, the girl finished her service, and the man stood up, straightened his clothes, and let out a long breath. Looking out of the window, he suddenly saw something, his eyes flashed, and he was a little lost in thought.

The girl looked at the man, a little worried, thinking that he made a mistake in the operation and made the man stupid, and whispered: "Xia...Master Sherlock, are you alright?"

The man shook his head lightly, indicating that he was fine.

Continue to look out the window, and said slowly: "It's snowing."

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback, followed the man's line of sight, and saw that snowflakes like goose feathers were floating outside the door.

New year, January, ice moon, first snow falls.

"One year." The man said, talking to himself, with some sighs, "It's been more than a year since I came here before I knew it."

The girl blinked her eyes, heard more meaning from the man's words, and looked at the man a little nervously: "Master Sherlock, are you leaving?"

"Leave? How is it possible?" The man glanced back at the girl, and flatly denied, "This place is so good, with delicious food, beautiful scenery, and most importantly, you. Why should I leave?"

When the girl heard the last word, her blushing face suddenly turned redder, like a ripe apple, and she punched the man lightly angrily, saying, "Master Sherlock, you're bullying me again!"

"No way! I didn't bully you, I told the truth, Lucia." The man approached the girl, looked into the girl's eyes and said, "This place is the place I want to stay the most, unless there are some days When something big happens, I will always live happily with you. Then, Lucia, are you willing?"

Under the gaze of the man, the girl was defeated, lowered her head shyly, and said weakly: "I... I am willing." After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"That's good." The man smiled, holding the girl's face in both hands, and was about to make further moves when an explosion sounded like thunder from outside the courtyard.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, and the furnishings in the room shook continuously.

The girl opened her eyes involuntarily, and the man was also a little surprised. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction of the alley.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of weapons clashing.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

"Ahhh!"

The sound of injured screams.

In an instant, countless voices flooded in like a tide, devastating the ears that had just enjoyed it.

But the sound came and went quickly, almost before it had time to react, it disappeared like an ebbing tide.

The man and the girl looked at each other, and after a long time, the girl said, "Master Sherlock, there seems to be something wrong outside."

The man narrowed his lips slightly and rolled his eyes, as if thinking. After thinking for a while, he patted the girl on the back a few times, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you, I'll go and see first, what's going on."

With that said, the man put on a gray cloak, went out, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

The girl froze on the spot, quickly picked up a purple shirt, put it on her body, chased after the man, and said: "Master Sherlock, wait for me, I will be with you."

Not long after, the two arrived at the gate of the courtyard, carefully opened the gate a crack, and looked outside secretly. I saw a lot of blood on the ground in the alley, I don't know when.

Snowflakes like goose feathers fell towards the blood, and quickly merged with the blood, turning into an existence like blood sand.

As more and more snowflakes fell, the blood was slowly frozen and turned into blood spots on the ground.

"Shut up!"

There was a piercing sound, and the soldiers in black armor quickly removed the blood spots with metal tools. In addition, there were more black-armored soldiers, dragging the bodies of blue-armored soldiers, throwing them on the carriage aside, and quickly transporting them away.

Everything seems silent and efficient, which makes people shudder to see.

A black-robed wizard stood in the alley, motionless, like a sculpture, and suddenly felt a sense of looking towards the open courtyard door.

"boom!"

The courtyard door was immediately shut.

The girl's face was pale with fright, obviously she had never seen such a scene before.

The man looked calm, but frowned.

"It can't be so unlucky, it's only a few days before the good days, and something really big happened?"

"Could it be that the east coast is not peaceful anymore? Do you have to force me to go back? But, I really don't want to go back, how comfortable it is here. Sigh!" At the end, Sherlock sighed and couldn't help asking questions, " What the hell happened?"

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