Chapter 156 Good Guy

Munch opened his eyes drowsily.

"Are you awake? The operation was successful. Congratulations! You will be a girl from now on!"

Munch almost jumped up at the strange sound.

However, he quickly recalled what happened before he passed out.

On the other hand, his extremely weak body could not allow him to make any big movements.

His memory was very clear, but because of this, he felt extremely scared after hearing the strange voice before.

……I'm alive?

Got caught?

What about December?

Thoughts were racing in Munch's mind. If it weren't for his body not obeying its orders, he would have wanted to move.

"Owner."

Munch, who still couldn't see clearly what was in front of him, felt the tension in his heart ease slightly after hearing the familiar inorganic voice.

"I'm sorry. I took the initiative and asked for help. Your body was transformed by black magic."

Munch almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

damn it! Are they still being found by the Chaos Cult people? ? Are they threatening December with my life! ?

"Your name is Munch, right? Munch Wright? Do you hear my voice? Blink if you hear it."

Munch tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to clearly see the appearance of the owner of the male voice so close to him.

However, he was so weak that he couldn't move at all. The most he could do was to move his eyes slightly, but he still couldn't clearly see the appearance of the people around him.

"Well, seriously, I heard Miss Doll say that you were attacked by the Chaos Cult, and then you used Miss Doll's ability to sneak into the other world, but you were still caught up.

Then during the battle, your heart was dug out by some kind of magic from the Chaos Cult. However, you seemed to have some kind of life-saving relic. After using it, your body was temporarily frozen for a short period of time, and you barely managed to save your life. ,

You are lucky to have met a kind-hearted black magician like me. All in all, I have solved your problem, for the time being. "

Munch had many questions to ask, but as his thinking became clearer and clearer, he had to admit that the other party was right and that he had really survived.

However, when he heard the other party admit that he was a black magician, Munch couldn't help but sigh at his good luck.

First, he was suddenly approached by people from the Chaos Cult. He thought he could escape the attack by escaping into the other world. Who knew that some of the three attackers could enter the other world like him, but he still couldn't escape the pursuit.

In a three-on-two situation, Munch was accidentally hit by the opponent's fatal magic, and his entire heart was taken out.

If December hadn't immediately used the life-saving equipment around him, Munch might have died in the other world at that time.

Now he seems to have been saved by a passing black magician, but the situation doesn't feel any better.

etc……

While Munch was working hard to recover, he finally felt something was wrong.

I...my body...

Monk couldn't hear the heartbeat that should have been there.

After all, his heart was gone, so it was normal for him to have no heartbeat.

However, if he still maintains the state of missing a heart, then what method did the black magician around him use to save himself?

"You seem to be conscious, but after all, you were seriously injured and you shouldn't be able to move for a short time. Anyway, let me briefly explain your situation.

As for me, I made a heart of black magic that does not exist in reality, filled your missing heart, and barely allowed your body to resume basic functions, which can be regarded as saving your life.

It’s just that this method is not very reliable. It is always an emergency plan that is rushed out at the last minute. The black magic heart has a limited operating time. Of course, you can rest assured that it will run for a period of time without any problem. According to my speculation, it will not fail within half a year at least. , time is more than enough,

When you're ready, go for a heart transplant, or use more radical black magic to get a complete heart. "

Munch has a thousand questions in his mind, but unfortunately he can't even pronounce a half note.

"Then, what should we do next?"

The young black magician beside him seemed to be having a conversation with December.

"You said you are staying in a hotel? But your current situation is not suitable for appearing in crowded places. Well, since you have been a good person, let's do it to the end."

The owner of the voice said something, but Munch couldn't hear it clearly.

Munch suddenly felt very tired. He could not suppress his sleepiness and unconsciously lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that it was already dark and it seemed to be night.

"wrong……"

Munch climbed up on the felt with his weak hands and feet.

"I can move..."

"Master, please continue to lie down, your body has not recovered yet."

Munch saw her puppet maid beside her, she put her hand up and let herself lie down again.

"December……"

Munch saw that the automaton was intact and even had a new set of clothes. The nerves that had been tense since waking up finally relaxed.

"Where's the... good Samaritan who saved us?"

Only then did Munch have time to observe the surrounding environment and conditions.

He and his puppet maid were in a windowless room. The surrounding environment had been slightly taken care of, but it was difficult to hide the gloomy atmosphere here.

They seemed to be still in the ruins of the unfinished building before, but had just come to a suitable place to rest.

Munch turned his head and looked at the brand new lantern that was glowing next to him, and instantly thought that this was help from someone who claimed to be a kind person.

"Mr. Annan has gone home. He said he would come over in the morning."

December answered the master's question expressionlessly.

"Mr. Annan..."

Monk's face scrunched up strangely.

"I was actually saved by a black magician..."

Munch struggled to raise his hand, and then placed his hand on the stitched heart.

Sure enough, he couldn't feel the beating of his heart, nor could he hear any heartbeats.

"In December, you didn't pay attention to him?"

"He's a good guy and he doesn't mean any harm."

Munch was really shocked when he heard the answer from the automaton.

"no offence……"

Munch is very aware of the abilities of his puppet maid. If she says that the other party has no ill intentions and that the other party is a good person, then it is almost a certain fact and answer.

"Maybe I'm just pretending... No, it's impossible to hide this from you..."

After Munch learned from December's mouth that he had really been saved by a good man, he felt extremely ridiculous in his heart, and he instinctively developed a kind of vigilance and defense.

"If you are not pretending, but sincere, then it will be a big problem..."

——There are no purely good people in the world.

The puppeteer who made the automaton in December had such a stubborn idea, and then used the utmost malice to create an automaton with the ability to read minds.

December would theoretically never admit that there are truly good Samaritans in the world, but now that theory is shattered.

"The absence of malice is the same as the absence of goodwill..."

Munch shook his head violently, throwing this terrible thought away.

"No matter what, I still have to meet Mr. Annan. I can't just leave quietly. After all... maybe my life is still in the hands of that person..."