Orc Tyrant

Among the four spacious rooms provided by the Three Witches Club, Perry finally chose this one. She did not hesitate to reject the other three, either because the lighting effect was too poor, or because the distance was messy. The crowd is too close.

In particular, someone died in the second alternate room. About seventy years ago, a wizard took his life because he couldn't accept the mutation of his body.

When Perry revealed this old incident, Gnopis, the liaison officer, showed a considerable degree of shock and frustration. It seems that none of the employees of the Three Witches knew that the building of the Tyre branch had such a shame. History.

In any case, the last room was very quiet, and the noise lingering in Perry's perception gradually faded. This was the closest she could achieve to a state of spiritual balance. After all, this building was full of those chattering selfish souls.

Perry adjusted his mentality step by step, gently erasing many foreign objects from his thoughts, and smoothing out all disturbances with a soft and empty meditation song, just like using complementary sound waves to counteract a certain sound.

But she still stroked her earring absently.

It was just a piece of metal, an inconspicuous object, and the latch used for fixing could be opened with a slight twist of her.

However, for those who understand it, and for those who can read the secret edict etched on platinum earrings, it has profound significance.

To some extent, this is the mark of a slave.

This is not a device for restraining power. It will not hinder her in any way. It exists only to allow those who are afraid of her psychic abilities to fall asleep peacefully while giving orders to her, deceiving themselves and believing that this earring can stop her Supernatural talent.

The cold and hard metal helped her concentrate, and she sank her consciousness to the bottom of her heart.

The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was a timer on the table beside her. The spies and the local police had left for a few hours, but she did not talk to them after meeting the branch president in Tyre. meet.

Occasionally she couldn't help but wonder what her guard Hesuo was doing, but she suppressed the impulse and did not reach out the tentacle of thinking to look for him.

Her ability to communicate is very limited, only because she gets along for a long time can she perceive the other's very familiar heart.

In fact, Perry's closeness to Hysso will only bring her sadness.

She once spied on his relaxed mind after the other person fell asleep, and found that he did not know the special feelings that the wizard had towards her guards. This kind of weird dependence can hardly be called love, but it can't be found. Other suitable descriptions, and he didn't know anything about it.

This is the best, she believes in her heart.

Perry didn't want to imagine what the consequences would be if Hesso knew the truth. She might be taken away or even sent back to the City of Shadows, where they brought her under their command.

Perry obliterated these thoughts and turned her attention back to the matter at hand. She closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to remain calm, as if slamming a key into a keyhole.

The witch knelt on the hard wooden floor in the room, and the many objects she picked out from her luggage lined up to form a semicircle around her.

Some stones, a brass button that fell off the coat, greasy wrapping paper from a skewers stall, and a leaflet full of local dialects.

Perry touched them one by one, cyclically, sometimes hesitating, sometimes turning back.

She is serving a shadow empire and everything needs to be kept secret, but a series of weird murders that happened recently in Tyre allowed the Councillors of Shadow Blade stationed here to find her.

Black Knight, they call him that, the mysterious man hopes he can help the police catch the weird assassin, which sounds a bit weird, because as far as she knows, there are very few things that the adult can't do on his own.

But she must also obey the order.

She used these items to form a puzzle of the suspect, but there were many blank spaces in it. In these positions, she could not perceive a complete truth.

There was fear on the buttons, which fell off when "he" escaped the raging fire.

Those stones, "he" once picked them up to play, and threw them around in the hut as a pastime, so that the boredom and tension of "him" polished the sluggish aura of the stones themselves.

The greasy wrapping paper was stained with hunger and panic. The image here was very clear. "He" stole the meat skewers when the vendor turned around. "He" thought he would be caught.

The flyer carries love, or something similar to love, at least in a way that Perry can understand. If it is more precise, it is loyalty, and it is also mixed with a sense of justice.

This piece of paper made her hesitate, and she stared at the emotional spectrum it generated through her closed eyes.

It was written by a complicated person, and Perry could not grasp the jigsaw pieces in his mind-he was self-contradictory, and there was a remote and terrible violent echo buried deep in his heart, but at this moment that was already two overwhelming confrontational forces. Covered up.

On the one hand, it is glorious hope and even salvation, as if "he" believes that he can be reborn.

On the other hand, there is the same strong sense of fear, something is hunting "him" and "him" becomes a victim.

Perry's mind detection is not accurate, but in her years as a witch, she has gradually developed a keen perception of her own intuition-it is this perception that tells her that the rumored "killer" is definitely not Take pleasure in killing.

When this idea formed in her mind, Perry also noticed a vague and faint sense of direction.

She let her hand pick up the pen beside her, and then moved to the drawing board lying quietly on the ground.

The pen tip trembled and began to draw the next twisted and undulating text.

Her other hand never left the leaflet. Her fingers moved the edge of the paper, carefully experiencing the worn-out surface, looking for the traces left by countless folding and opening.

She couldn't help wondering how much this piece of paper meant to "him", allowing him to care so much, and how painful he would feel after losing the treasure.

This is precisely how she finds the trace of the other party. The sadness exuding from him is flying in the wind like a flag. The stylus writes on its own and flies back and forth on the surface of the data board.

There was a sense of self-confidence in her heart, she would find "him", she would find "him", and maybe be free, Hesuo would be very pleased——

"what!"

She suddenly felt heart palpitations, and exclaimed, the pen broke in two in the hand that she suddenly clenched, and the broken pen shaft pierced into her palm.

Perry trembled all over, and she knew exactly why. Deep in her mind there was always a thought she didn't want to face, a thought she tried to avoid, just like ordinary people would treat a bruise on the skin with care. Green so as not to cause pain.

However, at this moment, she was involuntarily attracted to the past, touching the discolored edge around the mental scar, and she couldn't help shrinking under the slight tingling that followed...