Super Dimensional Wizard

There were two things in Angel that Balalaika took a fancy to.

One is his right hand. The second one is Toby.

However, Angel did not choose to exchange with Balalaika at the beginning, but the Grave Knight remembered clearly that Balalaika once said that if Angel had the idea of ​​​​trading in the future, he could come to her resting place to find her.

Now seeing him appear here again, the Grave Knight naturally thought that Angel was planning to make a deal with Balalaika.

In this case, he is a guest.

"I want to go in and make a deal, is that okay?" Angel asked. His Abyssal language was very vague, like a baby learning babbling.

As soon as this question was asked, before the Grave Knight could answer, Stian, who was standing on the other side of the bar door, suddenly laughed out loud: "Kids, this is not a bar in Castlevania. If you want to drink milk, you'd better find another place."

Angel naturally heard Steve's taunt. However, his Abyssal language was not very good, and even if he heard it, he would not understand what he specifically said, so Angel did not give any of his eyes to Stian.

Angel's attitude made Steve snort coldly from his nostrils. But in order to maintain the perfect and elegant expression on his face, Stian said nothing. Moreover, the mark on Angel's ear made him feel a little familiar, but also had a vague sense of threat. He always felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

However, the perfect expression on Steve's face suddenly froze in the next second.

The Grave Knight did not stop the young man with the strange voice as he had done before. Instead, he nodded, took the initiative to step aside, and even extended his hand to signal: "This way, please."

The actions of the Grave Knight made Stian finally put away the expression he had maintained for a long time. He said coldly: "Your Excellency, Knight, what do you mean? Why can this young boy get in? Make a deal? Just because of him. ?!”

The change in Steve's face caught Angel's eye.

Angel didn't understand Christian's taunt before, but he vaguely heard the word "milk". This time he heard the word "milk" again, which made Angel think to himself, Could this guy be able to read minds and see his own preferences? However, his expression looked angry. Was it because he went in and was stopped?

While Angel was thinking, the Grave Knight sneered: "Stian, you'd better shut your mouth. Besides, do you think my choice of guests can be determined by my will?"

Before Steve could reply, a charming voice that seemed to be able to stir the soul suddenly came out from the cloth in the bar, leaving everyone present stunned for a moment.

When Stian came to his senses, he realized that Balalaika, who had been silent in the bar, had actually taken the initiative to speak just now?

And, she seemed to be saying.

--"come in."

The subject of this sentence was naturally not him. After thinking about it for a while, Steve frowned and looked at Angel.

This young man with low strength can actually make Balalaika trade with him. Why can he? Steve looked Angel up and down, jealousy burning in his sinister eyes.

Angel could feel the piercing gaze behind him, but he soon ignored it because he had already entered the bar.

After Angel entered the bar, Steve's expression was so gloomy that he could shed tears.

He felt like a joke standing in the doorway of the bar.

He simply didn't believe that Angel could come up with something that Balalaika was willing to trade with. Even he can't do it, so what's the point of a person whose strength is almost the same as that of an ant?

When Steen was filled with jealousy and confused, there was a sudden "Eh" sound in the cemetery.

Stian and the Grave Knight turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw that at some point, a tall woman with short hair appeared on the side of the cemetery.

She was dressed extremely sexy, with dark skin, and two plump long legs, sitting on a tombstone not far away.

who is she? Why did she come in and find nothing?

The Grave Knight's hand slowly covered the long sword on his waist. He needed to be prepared for a fight against this unknown visitor.

"I didn't expect that humble human being to actually go in." The visitor was naturally Fafnir, but her mood was very complicated at this time. She has also heard about the resurrected witch, and is no stranger to the rules of the resting place. Balalaika hates human beings, and it is impossible for her to see through Angel's disguise. Under such circumstances, Balalaika still let Angel into the bar, which is too puzzling.

Just like when Alderkras gave that task to Angel before, there was no reason.

Fafnir remembered the time when he was silently stared at by a pair of eyes that transcended the boundaries of time and space when the wind was at its lowest point. She suddenly raised the corners of her lips. It seems that there are indeed many secrets in this human being...

On the other side, the moment Angel lifted the cloth and walked in, all the sounds from the outside world stopped at this moment.

It's as if there is a soundproof barrier that separates the inside of the bar from the outside into two worlds.

The inside of the bar is as cramped as it looks from the outside. Apart from the bar, there are only a few tables leaning against the wooden walls.

"You are indeed here." An extremely beautiful voice, accompanied by a chuckle, reached Angel's ears.

——This is the lingua franca of mankind.

Angel put his eyes on the bar.

A woman with a bright red skirt and wavy hair lay on her palm with a long-handled pipe filled with smoke. She leaned against the bar counter with her legs crossed.

She didn't wear shoes, her white feet were small and exquisite, and her round toes were also painted with cinnamon like her nails.

She was not pretty, with slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small bright red mole on her lips.

But the more I look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

Angel bowed respectfully and said softly: "Good evening, charming Miss Balalaika."

…

Angel sat on a round stool in front of the bar, with a tall glass in front of him. The red wine in the cup exudes a sweet and fruity aroma.

Sitting across the bar was Balalaika.

She elegantly supported her cheeks with her back, and her messy hair fell on her lips, looking very seductive.

"Are you going to trade with me for these few ornaments?" Balalaika lowered her head and looked at the three strange ornaments on the bar in front of her.

A standing crystal harp, a diamond-shaped tablet with a strange ring engraved inside, and a ring with a snake biting its tail.

"Why do you think I would be willing to trade?" Balalaika raised her eyebrows and smoked a long-handled pipe. Her mood was invisible amid the smoke.

To be honest, Balalaika didn't see how special the three ornaments in front of her were.

As a trader, she naturally has good eyesight. At first, she could see two precious items on Snaffa's body at a glance, which was evident.

And these three ornaments are indeed commendable in terms of appearance, especially the strange ring in the diamond-shaped monument, which looks strangely charming, but when it comes to special places, at most it has a little strange energy. node. But these were not enough to make her look at them differently, and she did not think that these three ornaments had the magic power to impress her.

So, even though she still had a faint smile on her lips, she was actually a little impatient in her heart.

Angel: "Miss Balalaika, why don't you give it a try first?"

"Try it?" Balalaika picked up the crystal harp ornament on the far left and rubbed it with her slender fingers: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, I hope you won't let me down."

She turned on the first crystal harp, and in an instant, her world changed, and a beautiful music she had never heard before echoed in her ears...

When Balalaika tried, Angel also focused on the three ornaments.

These three ornaments, or rather two ornaments and one ornament, are actually the collection of works that Angel used to practice his alchemy fantasy. They are not the most outstanding, but they are the most distinctive in comparison.

The first crystal harp was actually a music box in disguise, fused with an alchemical illusion.

However, in this music box, unlike before, he was stingy with only one piece of music. Instead, he incorporated several nocturnes with similar charms but different styles.

Lyrical, lingering, sad, melancholy.

Balalaika held the crystal harp for nearly two hours, and did not leave the illusion in the middle.

It wasn't until the illusion was almost over that Balalaika put the crystal harp aside. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say much.

This crystal harp music box is really good. The music in it is very interesting and fits the night of this frozen old world very well.

In addition, Balalaika also likes music, as you can tell from the song she kept humming last time. ——This is why Angel chose to take out the music box.

She liked this music box very much, but unfortunately, since she had already listened to the music inside, she naturally remembered it in her heart.

Therefore, the crystal harp's appeal to her has decreased a bit.

Balalaika felt that he had taken advantage and looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ. com The original impatience in my heart disappeared at this time.

The music in the music box, though she remembered it. But I have to say that the fantasy scene paired with the music is well worth seeing. Therefore, when her eyes wandered to the second tablet-shaped ornament, her heart could not help but be filled with anticipation.

When she picked up the second ornament, Angel added at the right time: "This is the Monument of the Strange Ring. I hope Miss Balalaika likes it."

Balalaika opened the second ornament, and when something changed in front of her eyes, there was a bit of interest in her eyes.

The Monument of the Strange Ring is naturally a small game that makes people like Sanders and Kanter addicted to it - Monument Valley.

The protagonist of the plot of Monument Valley is a woman like Balalaika, so her sense of substitution is naturally stronger than that of Sanders, Kanter and others.

Balalaika was immersed in the fantasy for a longer time this time. It took almost more than four hours before she reluctantly withdrew. The time is too short, and the game is played from the first-person perspective of a mortal in the fantasy world. There are many wonderful ingenuities that take a lot of time. Therefore, Balalaika was a little regretful that she did not try out the Monster Ring Monument to the end this time.