Chapter 107 Go and Come Back Soon

Chapter 108 Go and come back

"Okay, try jumping up!"

Ye Qingxuan jumped up when he heard the words, but his eyes blurred and he almost hit the ceiling! He was stunned for a moment, stumbled on the ground, and didn't react.

Although the ceiling of the basement is a little lower, it is also more than three meters high! In other words, he jumped more than one meter high with a light jump?

In the past, he could only do it after stacking three layers of "flow" rune assistance.

"Are you scared?"

Char smiled proudly: "In order to be safe, I engraved all the auxiliary runes I learned on the iron bone. Although it can only be regarded as rough among alchemical equipment, at least you don't have to rely on the unconventional amplification method of flow to run away at any time in the future..."

He circled around the boy with satisfaction, Finally, he patted his back: "The current effect is very good. With your physical fitness alone, you will be able to escape as long as you don't go head-on with the perverted butcher in the legend.

And I have reserved upgrade interfaces and slots. As long as you can find a skeleton of Gospel Armor, you can immediately become a monster like the Templar!

Imagine the pleasure of punching through even a load-bearing wall of steel-concrete structure! At that time, in Avalon, except for the twelve sets of heavenly armor inherited by the Knights of the Round Table, who can stop you?"

"The premise is that I can find a complete skeleton of Gospel, right?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but flip He rolled his eyes, "Brother, why don't you wish that one day the Sword in the Stone will recognize me as its master, and I will be carried into the palace by the royal family in a sedan chair and become the future emperor of Anglo."

"Hey, I didn't expect that you are not ugly, and you have a beautiful dream! If you can be recognized by the Sword in the Stone, then I will be welcomed into the Holy City to be the Pope?"

"Hey, who started blowing soap bubbles first!"

"I'm not thinking about you?"

Charles laughed shamelessly and threw a can of ointment over: "This, apply it yourself."

"What is this?"

"You don't want to be discovered by a group of people as soon as you go out, do you?"

He pointed at Ye Qingxuan's hair, "Strong colorant, golden, can't be washed off with water, and will only dissolve with tung oil. Apply this, and no one can tell that you have oriental blood."

"If you have such a good thing, don't take it out earlier."

Ye Qingxuan immediately applied it carefully on his hair. At the end, Charles brought a mirror and even he was a little stunned.

In the mirror was a pure western boy, with long hair dyed with colorant and turned into light golden, and there was no trace of his original appearance.

Charles took two steps back and looked at him. Finally, he found that something was missing. After searching for a long time, he put a deerstalker hat on his head.

Now, the seemingly harmless oriental child was no longer in the mirror. Only a boy in a black suit, pale skin, and strange and gloomy appearance remained.

He grinned, and suddenly looked sinister.

If the dungeon gentleman had not given people a too hideous feeling, otherwise, at first glance, he looked like his cheap boss Hermes.

And Charles was still stuffing things into him continuously, like a salesman who was eager to make money from a fat sheep.

"Look at this, an underwater breathing apparatus."

"Uh, it seems to be useful?"

"Hand-cranked lock pick, sneaking through the door to pick the lock, it's so convenient!"

"It doesn't seem to be useful."

"Catapult hook, a must-have for climbing over the wall!"

"This is not necessary, right?" Ye Qingxuan was embarrassed.

"What about this?" Charles stuffed a mask and two pomegranate-sized iron cans: "Gas mask and smoke bomb? I stuffed a lot of pepper in it. I guarantee that no one will be able to breathe after it explodes!"

"... Sorry, this is not needed either."

In the end, Charles couldn't find any flaws after circling around, and his eyes suddenly fell on the boy's fingers: "And this, a strange ring, take it off.

Since you want to hide your identity, you can't leave any clues."

"This is not necessary."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, and his fingers passed over the ring. The coiled strings suddenly popped out, stretched straight, and made a buzzing sound like a bee.

"I remember, it seems like this..."

After thinking for a moment, he recalled the key points of the operation engraved in his mind and chanted the secret words in a low voice.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

On the slender strings, layers of ridged fine crystals suddenly grew. The ether attached to it, changing its structure, fitting each other, and finally forming a smooth texture like black iron.

As a high-level variant instrument among musical instruments, the appearance is not a problem at all - it was originally a technology created to carry large musical instruments.

It is easy to just change the external form.

Under Ye Qingxuan's careful control, the shape of the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant slowly changed until it finally turned into a pitch-black cane and was held in his hand.

Ye Qingxuan held the cane, waved it twice, and slammed it to the ground. There was no dull collision sound, but a crisp and subtle sound, like a jade bead falling into a copper plate, the sound was clear.

That was the sound of the strings being plucked.

"Now, how about it?"

In the shadow under the top hat, the corners of the boy's mouth curled up a smile.

"Is this... a musical instrument?"

Ciel stepped forward, but before he could say anything, a faint voice sounded in his ears. It was a melody of despair flowing like a dark river.

That kind of music lingered around his ears, burrowing into his mind like a living thing, spreading a frightening cold echo.

Charles felt his eyes go dark, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground.

Soon, the sound dissipated, and the light lit up in front of his eyes again, but this time the look in his eyes when he looked at the young man was particularly shocked and complicated:

"The first measure of "Black Friday"? When did you master the plural notes? It actually entered the rhythm level!"

"It's just a fake 'rhythm level'. Essentially, I'm still an apprentice."

Ye Qingxuan showed a self-deprecating smile: "Most people delve into the playing skills of plural notes after learning all the basic notes. I'm afraid I am the only one who has not mastered the basic runes after mastering the playing of plural notes. ?”

"..."

"Anyway, just think that I cheated again."

The young man smiled mysteriously and held the cane tightly: "Since you are a cripple who has lost his 'feeling', you must have your own 'cane', right?"

Seeing his determined look, Charles' originally complicated mood suddenly relaxed. He smiled helplessly and waved for him to leave quickly:

"...be careful on the road."

"OK."

The boy finally buttoned his cuffs and was about to turn around when he heard Ciel's voice: "Hey, Ye Zi, you're not stupid enough to challenge the entire Lower City, are you?"

"how could be?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered the brim of his hat and chuckled: "I just want those 'people who want my head' to feel how I feel..."

It would be really grateful if they could be reasonable enough to remove my wanted status. "

"Tsk."

Charles understood what he meant and felt a toothache: "It sounds daunting enough. Just take care of yourself."

"OK."

The young man turned and left, "I'll be right back."

——

Ten minutes later, in the hall, Charles looked at the moonlight, drank one glass after another, and re-entered the useless state.

He was still holding a small basin in his arms, holding a fork in his hand, stirring the salad in the basin, trying hard to find some large tomatoes to eat with the wine.

"The kid these days is really a headache."

He sighed helplessly and murmured in a low voice: "Just for a while, it was like a different person. Have you been stimulated by something? Sure enough, only when there is a generation gap between you and young people will you feel that you are old. ...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuori, I am the eighteen-year-old who is as beautiful as a flower..."

While he was crying bitterly for his youth, behind him, a thin shadow tiptoed and walked quietly towards the door.

"Bai Xi?"

As if there were eyes behind his back, Ciel asked without looking back, "Where are you going?"

The frightened little girl was petrified and answered hesitantly, "What? I'm in a bad mood and can't sleep... I want to go out for a walk."

"What a coincidence? You are actually in front of Ye Zi?"

Ciel glanced at her, "There's a carnival going on in the lower town right now, and it's very dangerous."

Bai Xi suddenly became angry: "I, I can go wherever I like!"

"But not now."

Charles sighed, stood up, stopped in front of her, and said seriously: "How dangerous is the Lower City in the middle of the night?

I know you care about Ye Zi, but why are you just a little girl running around? He didn’t even know he was being sold. Go back to your room and sleep quickly, otherwise I will call the teacher. "

"Tsk!"

The little girl stared at him unhappily, but Charles remained motionless, guarding the door with a posture that looked like he would never let anyone out.

In the end, Bai Xi gave up, sighed helplessly, and turned around to go back to the room. But when his eyes scanned the shadows in the corner of the hall, he became stunned:

"teacher?"

"Teacher?! I didn't drink..." Charles was startled when he heard this. He subconsciously hid the bottle and followed her gaze with a nervous look on his face.

But the place was empty.

'Oh, this is... a bit bad. ’

Ciel suddenly understood, but it was too late.

In the reflection under the moonlight, he saw Bai Xi's shadow raising his hand high, holding something thick in his hand, and hitting him on the back of the head without hesitation.

Bang! Ciel's vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

"Hmph! No matter how good your skills are, the bricks will fall down."

Bai Xi threw away the Anglo Encyclopedia in his hand, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to drag him to the sofa, put him in a strange posture, and finally turned back and waved to the shadows.

"Lao Fei, come quickly! If it's too late, you'll be lost..."

Under the moonlight, the little girl picked up the fedora hat left by Ye Qingxuan, put on her coat, and pushed out the door with a big golden retriever dog with a rather unhappy expression.

-

In the middle of the night, the moonlight quietly illuminates this dark city. It seemed to have fallen asleep, silent and silent.

In the alleys of Lower City, a drunken middle-aged man was staggering on the road when a burly shadow suddenly jumped out in front of him.

"Hey! Come here!"

The man with a sinister face waved the mace in his hand and looked at the middle-aged man's appearance with a stern expression:

"——Stand still!"

The man sensed something was wrong, subconsciously put his hand into his arms, turned around and prepared to retreat. But he didn't expect that a black shadow would jump out from both sides of the road, cutting off his retreat.

Seeing that he was surrounded, he pulled out his dagger and said with fierce eyes, "I am Dean from the Luso family. Friends, don't be stupid..."

Bang!

A sap hit him hard on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. A third figure jumped from the wall.

"Dean? The Russo family? Who are you lying to!"

The man with the mace stepped on him and laughed proudly; "Ha, do you know how long we have been squatting here?

You little oriental bastard, do you think you are disguised as you are now so that I can’t recognize you... You even wear a wig! "