Lord of the Silver Crow

"Who killed the robin?"

When the poet spilled the liquid in the black bottle, he hurriedly made a sound in an obscure but short and powerful language:

"Who stole Xiao Xiao's chisel and shovel?"

"Who broke down the wall of Ku?"

The poet's gaze fell on the wall of the house beside the centaur, and after another tumbling, the speed of his speech increased again:

"It's a robin!"

"Who killed the robin?"

The improvised limericks without any polish on the rhyme words came out of the last sentence:

"It's a robin!"

With the last drop of the poet, the liquid in the black bottle entangled the knight's gun in the hand of the steel knight like a living thing. The yellow knight's gun that was originally dropped towards him suddenly deflected, as if it was too unstable. Smashed against the house wall beside him.

boom! ! !

The force of horror directly smashed the wall, and the whole house collapsed at the moment the wall was smashed.

The masonry and gravel overwhelmingly buried the body of the centaur amidst the rumbling noise.

With a painful expression on his face, the poet flashed away, picked up his green cocked hat, and rushed into the alley on the left without any delay.

The moment the poet disappeared in the alley, the centaur knight stood up from the ruins.

The gravel slipped from his body, and the gravel stuck on his body, stuck in gears and mechanical components, did not affect his actions in any way.

The dark-yellow gears turned without the slightest sluggishness, crushing the gravel stuck in it with ease, and the crushed gravel splashed directly out of the gears.

As if those were not gears, but the sharp teeth of beasts.

After seeing the poet fleeing, the centaur knight did not choose to chase, but turned and left.

When the four horse hooves staggered across the road, the full-covered full-body helmet part, the part with vertical strips of openings, showed a red light.

His eyes fell on the copper yellow knight's gun connected to his right arm.

On the copper-yellow knight's gun, words gradually appeared one after another.

Kakaka, the helmet visor shook slightly, seeming to be smiling:

"Fortunately, I discovered the "mystery" of the catastrophe poet when I first arrived. I don't know if this bubble will condense another one next month. Otherwise, I can only find it in the phantom world outside. It's dangerous for the group of people to grab it, but it's also difficult for the group of tide callers to deal with..."

In the mechanical self-talk, the four feet stopped.

Immediately, the copper-yellow metal centaur raised his left arm, took out a conch-like object, and waved it towards the front.

Amid the slight whine of the air pouring into the conch, the air tore, the mist swelled, and a crack opened.

The bronze centaur rider stepped directly into it.

.......

Yago, who followed the man in front of him all the way, suddenly felt something wrong.

"The whole world is shaking."

He stopped, his eyes swept around.

The fog on the buildings, the ground, and the people walking on the road seemed to agitate at the same time.

Immediately, a subtitle appeared in front of his eyes again.

"How come? The "Mystery" has been taken away by others? Or the protagonist has been killed?"

In front of him, the man with the figure of a girl in his body muttered to himself ugly.

Immediately, the surrounding buildings, people, and everything began to fall apart.

The man in front of him was the same, his whole body suddenly shattered and collapsed into a cloud of mist.

And the figure of that girl also began to collapse in the next instant.

At this time, Yago clearly saw that the girl's figure collapsed and shattered, pouring into the light spots of the gray stars.

Yago suddenly had a bold idea.

Withhold.

When he came up with this idea, from his body, on the figure woven with silk threads gushing out of the bird's beak mask, black lines flew out towards the gray stars.

However, his action was a step late.

The pitch-black thread trapped only part of the fog, and the gray stars rose up and flew into the sky, disappearing in the sky that collapsed into fog.

Feeling the collapse of the world around him, Yago hurriedly gathered the black thread and wrapped a small part of the trapped mist into his body, the bell tower gate in the ruined temple emerged in his mind.

Squeaky

Amid the sound of the door opening and closing, Yago's vision suddenly changed.

The huge fan-shaped hall with the bell tower as its apex appeared in his vision.

The body "landed", Yago breathed a sigh of relief in the strange feeling that he could only feel the phantom limbs all over his body.

Leaving in time before the story world collapsed.

Immediately, he looked at the only "physical" harvest from this action.

A hazy mist less than the size of a palm.

Yago feels a little nervous.

This is probably his first attempt to read the spiritual fog of a living person.

After adjusting his mood, he used the power of the Death Lamp——

In an instant, boundless mist surged.

As if moving in a sea of ​​fog, the boundless fog enveloped him.

Yago's field of vision is also extremely limited, he can only see his surroundings.

A faint light lingers in front of him, like a lantern.

It's like walking in a foggy day with a lantern.

However, when reading the spiritual fog of the deceased, the surroundings are extremely silent, and in most cases, there is only a dark scene, and the scene seen is only black and white.

And this time... the horizon at the beginning is bright and full of colors.

Yago's, who gradually became familiar with the situation, slowly "forwarded".

The dead soul lamp that exudes a gloomy light makes the already clear scenery around it brighter.

But when it came to the problem, it was similar to the memory of the deceased, although the surroundings were bright, but the content was very small.

Yago, who was advancing in the shadow of the haze, moved forward "for a long time," and finally, a familiar, thicker fog emerged.

found it!

Yago was slightly surprised and headed toward the thick fog.

The faint light radiated by the dead soul lamp seemed to disperse the fog, illuminating its contents.

In the foggy landscape, is a huge courtyard.

A beautiful courtyard covered by flowers and vines.

These scenes are presented from a first-person perspective.

The owner of the perspective seems to be sitting on a table in the courtyard.

Yago glanced at the table engraved with intricate and beautiful lines, thinking slightly.

The owner of the angle of view is not high, only less than 1.5 meters tall.

From a perspective, it is the same as the girl's figure that overlaps the man's body.

At this moment, the perspective moved, and a maid appeared in the field of vision.

ps: I didn't get up until 10 o'clock when I fell asleep... It's too cold to sleep in winter