Please Stop Summoning Me!

He didn't need any relatives, because that would undoubtedly hurt others.

After returning to the dark and silent home, George didn't turn on the lights, just sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

He leaned back calmly, watching the late-night show on TV.

For more than ten years, he has been living alone like this, and lived to be thirty, forty years old...

Even if someone has become his friend, I am afraid they have forgotten it.

"Don't say so much," he muttered to himself.

Although he and Su Ling had only been partners for a few days, seeing her worried look, George couldn't help but say a few more words.

George sighed and took out an old photo from his trousers pocket.

This is a photo of Su Ling going in and out of the slum.

A helpless, dazed little girl with a dirty face, wearing a vest full of mud, holding a broken glass in her hand as a self-defense weapon.

George closed his eyes and put the picture back into his pocket in silence.

Only relatives and friends can be the price. The high-level officials of the Anti-Magic Bureau took a fancy to this, and specially arranged a girl who could make them feel sympathetic as a partner.

"I wonder if characters like Boss Shen will be restricted by disaster-level relics?"

After more than two months of getting along, George already regarded Shen Yi as a friend, and he laughed when he thought of this.

Maybe you have a friend who will never disappear.

As for Su Ling, sooner or later, he will be completely forgotten by him.

This is the price of using the first blade.

The effect of the second blade is only to reduce the lifespan, and you can find ways to supplement it, but every time the first blade is used, the user will completely "forget" a relative or friend in the world line.

Many details made George understand that he may have had children and wives in the past, but their "connections" with him have been cut off.

Even the "prophet" or other people can no longer make them recognize themselves.

Unless it is the power of a god outside the world, it can be higher than the rules of relics.

They are probably still alive in this world, maybe even still living in Bayland, but they must get along as strangers when they come into contact with themselves.

"Forget it, there are more important things."

George forced himself not to think about it, and began to organize the various clues in his mind.

It doesn't even have to be tomorrow morning, and the Anti-Magic Bureau will soon be able to find out who the inner ghost is.

An investigator frequently communicates and communicates with Quiet Language, and he will never leave behind a handle.

Moreover, the scope of investigation is actually not large, because those who know each battle plan are actually only B-rank and above participating investigators.

Things will be over soon.

But George also knows that if the undercover agent is really Yale Villard, he may have left Bayland.

My own advice to Su Ling to be careful may not be so necessary.

"..."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

An absolute silence, even the sound of bugs and rain disappeared.

unusual.

Everything became discordant, as if something had changed.

George, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed his eyes and felt a very special atmosphere. It was very close, and he even came to the door of his own house.

Not only that breath, but the breath belonging to human beings gradually increased, and at least hundreds of people came to the surrounding of the villa.

The remnants of Silence Words...

He sat on the sofa, still didn't get up, just turned off the TV calmly.

Headphones rang.

Ender's voice sounded, very surprised: "Boss George, we found out, Ian, that guy is Yale Willard!"

"He used a method that was temporarily unknown to him, faked a new life, and passed the annual inspection by the Anti-Magic Bureau."

"Ian is gone now, and our men have begun to hunt him down in the city!"

George nodded lightly and replied: "You can tell everyone, Ion, no, that Yale Villard should be here with me."

A man in white clothes was standing in front of George.

From the appearance, it seems to be a very friendly young man, in his early twenties, with clean white and neat clothes, light blue hair, and a smile on his face that makes people approachable.

George occasionally saw the young investigator in the Defense Department, but never had a deep conversation with him.

He said calmly: "Yarlei, you have been in the anti-magic bureau for so many years, right? It's just that you have never had too much contact with me, so you probably don't want me to notice your real body."

He suddenly remembered something and said, "So it turns out, what I suddenly felt wrong in the abandoned building was not from the priest's corpse, but from you who came to me to report."

"How did you do it? As far as I know, no one can escape the induction and annual inspection of the 'Order Pointer', and those who have dissent will be pointed out."

Yale smiled and replied: "Because of the gift of the Tranquil Singer, the only gift he left a thousand years ago, and because of his power, I can't be detected by any testing relic."

It turned out that, George nodded, the power of the gods outside the world is indeed unreasonable.

he delays

Said: "So, what do you want to do when you come to my house, to reminisce?"

"Of course I'm not here to catch up, but to kill you, George."

Yale smiled, the smile was very gentle, as if the big brother next door did not have any aggressiveness, but said the most dangerous words.

"I want to say in advance that your relics have no effect on me."

Yale took out a grim-faced target from his arms. His blood-red eyes seemed to have life, and he kept looking around.

He continued: "Twisted relics, 'must hit the target', can attract weapons with 'flight trajectories'."

"It's not very versatile. Usually, it can only attract a bullet, but at some point, it is a natural enemy for certain people."

George lit a cigarette.

This time, his cigarette finally lit.

"If you had escaped a few hours ago, you might have already escaped, but now you have chosen to fully expose yourself and mobilize the last man to kill me, and the probability of escaping is greatly reduced."

George continued: "Why? Give me an answer, it's not at all the style you used to be."

Yale stood there for a long time, and finally stopped smiling, his face sank, and there was a silent anger in his tone.

"George, I asked you back then why you were a thankless investigator."

"You said - 'Man always has to do something that is not worthwhile but has to be done'."

Yale smiled again and said gently: "I recently found out that I am actually the same person as you, and the one in the cafe is fine, but if you don't get rid of this guy..."

"I can't be at ease."

George fell into silence. Hundreds of cultists had surrounded the villa, and the relics of the three flying knives were useless. He had already awakened in his heart.

The cigarette fell to the ground, George stepped on it with his foot, and picked up the black umbrella next to the sofa with a blank expression. It was a weapon he had trusted for many years.

He stared at his old friend.

"Really? But you're very wrong, because I'm definitely not the same person as you."

Part 51 Chapter Fifty

Hundreds of gray-robed people have surrounded the villa, and everyone is expressionless and silent.

The lonely villa in the dark suddenly burst into flames.

Holding the second blade in his right hand and the black umbrella in his left, George jumped out of the second-floor window covered in wounds.

The fire burned beside him, George didn't look back, but he started complaining as soon as he landed.

"My house is allocated and I can't afford it myself."

He saw more than a dozen cultists around the back of the villa. Those people looked at him and began to chant, and the invisible force in the air began to tremble slightly.

George quickly opened the black umbrella, and the equipment made of the skulls of the superior family instantly made the unknown invisible technique vanish.

In the next instant, he had already rushed in front of a group of cultists, and the second blade in his hand slid lightly across their bodies, very fast, and the blade was extremely precise, like an extremely delicate operation.

Second Blade: Absolute Death.

Several cultists fell down immediately, instantly losing all their breath of life.

Even if there is the effect of "must hit the target", the flying knife cannot be used as a flying knife, but the mysterious relic can still be used as a melee weapon.

The effect of the third blade is an absolute hit, and there is no advantage as a melee weapon.

The expensive first blade has the effect of "absolute banishment" and extremely restrains the world, but for enemies who do not have the concept of "undead", its threat is actually no different from the second blade.

So he used the second blade as a melee weapon.

George is like an unstoppable humanoid monster, quickly rushing out of the cult, no one can stop him,

The cultists panicked.

George was expressionless, just breaking through the city in the rain.

As long as he can escape to a place with a large number of buildings, he can rely on his agility to roam, and he can even destroy the enemies one by one.

Yale is on his way again.

George stopped and looked at the man in front of him silently.

Can't get past.

He sensed that Yale had set up some kind of invisible technique in front of him. Even if he couldn't tell the specific effect, he knew that it must be a large-scale trap.

If you go further, you will be attacked by invisible techniques, and if you want to avoid it, you will be entangled by Yalei.

At this moment, a large number of cultists surrounded him, and each cultist stared at him.

Here Yale ambushed another group of people.

Dead end.

George knew very well that he was not a monster after all. As a mortal's strengthened body, he also had a limit, and he couldn't resist the damage of a large number of invisible techniques at all.

If you live in the city, the place where you live is not so empty, and there may be a lot of space to escape and fight.

However, a lot of people will definitely die after an urban battle.

Ordinary, living in the city, working hard for the ordinary life, for those who live with worries and longings for tomorrow.

He suddenly remembered.

Not wanting to implicate others when encountering enemies is the purpose of living outside the city in the first place.

ten have passed

Over the years, I almost forgot the original intention.

George looked far into the brightly lit city.

People live in the city and they themselves live in the suburbs.

He said to himself: "But I'm the mouse in the 'city', worrying and worrying every day, and... never going back to the 'countryside'."

With his hands behind his back, Yale said calmly, "You have nowhere to go."

"It seems like this, I have indeed been cornered." George's face was relaxed and lazy, as if it was not himself who was cornered.

Yale slowly took out a western sword and approached it a little bit.

He knew the danger of this man best.

Compared with many years ago, the current George has shocked him a little.

The two fought in the villa just now, and Yale was almost killed by the touch of the second blade. Without the help of the others, even if he "must hit the target", he might not be able to take down George.

"Byron betrayed me." Yale looked at George and suddenly said: "The person who may betray me is the most suspect, and the only one still alive is him."

George was slightly taken aback, Byron, that man has not been seen for a long time, so he was also involved in this incident?

The three of them were friends from birth to death, and they had saved each other countless times. Unexpectedly, they now meet again in a strange connection in such an event.

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