Chapter 1414 Useless Person

Kasumi is cute.

Not only her appearance - of course, her appearance is also very outstanding. There seems to be no bad one among the witches. Even Boshan, who treats him coldly all day long, cannot be described as ugly. Sometimes she even has a straight face. The appearance... doesn't have any flavor at all.

But Charm would never say it.

That will undoubtedly only get double the cold looks.

Xia's cuteness lies more in other aspects. She laughs when she encounters happy things and cries when she encounters setbacks. She never hides her emotions and thoughts. She is as pure as a ray of clear spring in the snow. But she was extraordinarily persistent in some aspects. For example, during the week after she got lost, she stayed by the platform waiting for him to show up, just to thank him properly.

In short, everything is good.

Different from all the girls he has seen before - Xia is the most special one. If the others are black and white, then she must be orange-red, just like her slightly curly short red hair.

In comparison, Boshan is far behind.

Both of them are obviously witches.

"Hey, don't think I don't know what you're up to." Walking into the yard, Chaim found Boshan waiting for him at the door. "You should know that we are witches, right?"

"From the first day we met." He said tit for tat.

"So are you admitting that you were just having fun?" Boshan raised her eyebrows.

"I don't know why you have such an idea, but Xia is so cute, I have no reason to give her up to anyone else."

If it were in front of Xia, Chamu would never dare to say such words, but in front of Boshan, he didn't want to back down at all, and he seemed to be able to blurt out any words no matter how bold they were.

Perhaps she didn't expect him to admit it directly. Boshan was stunned for a moment, "But... cuteness or something, that's not important at all, okay! She is a witch, and witches cannot be - you don't know!"

"So what," Chamu puffed up his chest and showed off the "Combat Hero" badge on his clothes. "I also have an older brother. Even if I can't have a child, my father won't mind! And this badge issued by His Majesty himself, It’s enough to protect her future life, do you have any questions?”

Poshan was stunned.

After a while, she said angrily, "Humph, verbal promises don't count at all - I will keep an eye on you and then expose you."

"Whatever." Charm shrugged, "By the way, if you didn't mention that you are a witch, I forgot, what is your ability? Why do I think you are just using your own strength to move goods?"

For some reason, as soon as these words came out, he felt that the other person's expression became worse.

"Do you think I shouldn't be here?"

"No...I'm just curious," Chaim waved his hands quickly. Only then did he realize that his words were indeed sarcastic. Strange... He usually pays attention to his words, why is he so casual now? Although the other party is unreasonable, he is not the one who will retaliate.

Just when he thought the other party would no longer answer, Boshan whispered, "My ability is to kill people."

Chaim gasped, "What?"

The latter picked up a seed from the ground and put it in the palm of his hand. Soon, the seed withered, shrank, and finally turned into a dark brown lump at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Any life will wither quickly when touched, just like this seed... In fact, not only animals and plants, but also stones and metals will be affected, but the effect is extremely slow and the magic power consumption is much greater, so Usually used against enemies."

Chaim took two steps back, "Then why don't you go fight the devil?"

"The Witches Union did not approve it. They are responsible for the work arrangements of all witches, and my ability can only be used in close contact. They think it is too dangerous and there is no room for it to be used. The final conclusion is to let me make my own choice - except for the above The battlefield." Boshan smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "So the guarantee of words means nothing... His Majesty Roland is no exception."

"You're talking nonsense!" Chamu couldn't accept someone slandering His Majesty the King in front of him. "His Majesty has never made a mistake. This is something that all Neverwinter people see - no matter how unbelievable it is, as long as His Majesty agrees." , it will definitely be able to... be realized..."

Looking at the other party's half-smiling expression, he suddenly felt a little less confident, "Wait a minute, have you met His Majesty?"

"I've seen it." Poshan threw down the black pimple in her hand, "This is how the Witches Alliance arranges their work - they will prioritize screening based on ability, then ask the witches for their personal opinions, and finally make a decision based on the two. For example, Xia is like this. . If the purpose of the ability is unclear, His Majesty Roland will handle it personally. After all, according to him, any ability can play a role in the development of Graycastle, and there is no such thing as useless." She paused, "And I belong to the latter group."

Chamu found himself in a dilemma. He racked his brains and could not imagine how this purely destructive power could be used in other ways besides fighting. His Majesty must have been very distressed at that time. But he didn't think it was His Majesty Roland's fault, and admitting this was even more painful than his own failure to fulfill his promise.

"Your Majesty...what did you say?"

"He said that in fifty to one hundred years, I can shine in the visual effects and props industry." Boshan curled her lips.

"Uh...what is that?"

"Who knows. It seems to be related to the Phantom. I'm not sure. His Majesty said a lot at the time. For example, visual effects are extremely versatile, and distressing is an indispensable part of industrial visual effects..." She walked towards the platform in low spirits, "It's a cunning statement, right? Even if he didn't lie, it would be many years later, but for now, I am really just a useless person..."

It turns out that this is what happened, Chamu suddenly realized.

He finally understood why Xia had stopped talking before.

When the witches were hiding in Tibet, Bo Shan, who could fight the pursuers, must be the core of the group, but now His Majesty no longer needs them to fight in bloody battles. Instead, she has nothing. One can imagine the gap between the two. .

For a moment, Chamu felt the same way. When he learned that he was being transferred out of the army, he almost felt as if he had been abandoned by the world. Under such circumstances, it is probably normal to have a bad temper.

Looking at the other person's lonely back, his heart softened.

Originally, he had been thinking about how to get rid of the other party and send an invitation to Xia alone, but now he could not say this out loud - if even Xia was not here, wouldn't there be no one around her?

After coughing twice, Chaim reached into his pocket and said, "Well... I have two tickets for the new play."

The latter turned around, as if waiting for his next words.

"But I have something to do tonight, so I probably won't be able to go..." He hesitated, "Why don't you and Xia go? It's better than wasting it..."

There was a look of surprise on Boshan's face.

But before she could answer, there was a sudden crackling sound in the sky.

The two raised their heads and saw thousands of flying birds flying overhead, almost blocking out the sunlight. This was the first time Chaim had seen such a flock of birds migrating like dark clouds.

He had heard that migratory birds had a fixed overwintering period, but this scene clearly did not fall into this category. There were all kinds of birds in the flock, and he always felt that these birds moved in a hurry, not at all as graceful as they usually spread their wings.

"What happened to them?" Chaim frowned, "Are they moving together?"

"Shh!" Poshan raised a finger, "Did you hear anything?"

"Is there anything else besides the flapping of wings?"

"No, in the further direction -" Her expression became a little solemn.

Chamu had no choice but to hold his breath and listen again. This time, he vaguely caught a long line of singing, dull and turbid, mixed in with the fluttering wings of the birds, like an undulating whistle.

His eyes widened suddenly.

That's...an alarm coming from the north!

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