Chapter 565 Revenge is over
The next day
Game time AM09:21
Violet Empire, former Marshall Territory, Mercury City Mages Guild Branch First Laboratory
Beside the warm fireplace filled with inert fire elements, the petite girl was curled up in a ball on the carpet and reading a book. She was only wearing a thin set of underwear and was surrounded by soft cushions. It was like a loose and spacious nest. His robes were hung casually on the high-backed chair in the corner. Personal belongings such as shirts, shoes, gloves, scrolls, and dozens of functional books of different types were evenly spread in every corner of the laboratory, making this The originally clean and tidy space became cluttered, and the experimental table in the middle was piled with a large number of parchments with various strange symbols on them, as well as half-eaten, few bites, or untouched food
No matter how unkempt the colleagues are, after seeing this temporarily requisitioned laboratory, they can only comment on it as "a mess", and the next moment they will have the illusion of "Am I a germophobe?"
But for Futaba, this is the most comfortable environment, and only in this environment can his surprisingly easy-to-use brain be used to its fullest extent or rest.
Obviously, although the girl was flipping through the book "Nismont's Magical Water Creatures and Their Characteristics" in her hand at an effective speed of an average of two seconds per page, she was resting at the moment.
“Gillweed can give the person who takes it the ability to breathe underwater for thirty to fifty minutes depending on race or physique. Oh, it always feels familiar. It’s from a book on alchemy. Have you read it in the book?"
She turned over lazily, lying on the mat and shaking her soft legs, covering her mouth and yawning: "It's so boring. Ah, I always feel that I have no real sense. Isn’t there one or two blind people who can cause me trouble?”
Click.
At this moment, the door of the laboratory located diagonally behind her was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a burst of fresh cold air was brought in, which made the girl shiver immediately.
"Ana~"
Futaba groaned without looking back, and slowly walked towards the fireplace twice: "Hurry up and close the door, it's super cold! ”
The tall woman with waist-length silver hair and a light golden mask on her face is somewhat He sighed helplessly, flicked out a wisp of breeze with his fingers and closed the door. Then with a burst of hazy silver light, he appeared in front of Futaba and said softly: "The temperature outside is normal. If you hadn't only worn two pieces, If you wear underwear, it’s impossible to feel cold.”
"It's a pleasure to be half naked and lazy in a warm house in winter, Ana."
Futaba casually closed the book about the artifact aquatic creature in his hand, and slowly He hugged his knees and sat up, showing his white teeth, and suggested maliciously: "Would you like to try it too?"
The corners of Tarasha's mouth trembled slightly, and then she was quite surprised. Sitting in the air half a meter high in front of Futaba with her legs crossed gracefully, she held her forehead and said: "You are a girl after all"
"It's true that you are a girl, but now the No. 1 experiment The two of us should be the only ones who can come and go as we please, without anyone taking advantage of us." Futaba tossed his hair nonchalantly, then winked at his cheap tutor and snickered: "Let's talk. Ana, are you excited when you see me like this? By the way, don’t you really want to take it off? It’ll be addictive!”
“I’m really excited, after all, when I think about this girl, He is my only apprentice, and his blood pressure is a bit high." Tarasha rolled her eyes at Futaba, and then said firmly: "I won't take it off."
Futaba curled her lips and said while dangling: "At least take off the mask, there are no outsiders here."
"Oh, I understand."
Maybe In order not to let Futaba continue to struggle with the aspect of 'taking off', Tarasha happily took off the [Talasha's Wisdom Mask] on his face after hearing this, revealing a mask that looked ordinary at best. She has a pretty face of twenty-seven, and her oriental appearance is very delicate. Although she can't sink a fish or lose a goose, she is definitely a real beauty, and her pupils are light purple.
If I have to talk about a special feature, it is that there are crescent-shaped black lines on both sides of her cheeks, but this does not affect Tarasha's appearance, and even adds a little mystery to her. Such a style.
“I really don’t know what this thing has to cover.”
Futaba held her chin up and looked at the 'magic lines' on Tarasha's face, and said with a smile: "It's obviously pretty good."
"It doesn't look good."
Tarasha snorted lightly, obviously not wanting to say anything more on this topic. She just raised her eyes and looked at Futaba, and said straight to the point: "I failed to kill Buffy Marshall."
As soon as he finished speaking, Futaba, who originally felt loose, stood up, widened his eyes and said: "What? You didn't kill him!? Is that guy's strength beyond expectations or is it Tan Mo, that bastard?" Tricked me! Where is he now? Is there any way to find out his whereabouts?"
"Listen to me."
Tarasha raised her right hand slightly, signaling her little apprentice, who was almost out of control, to be quiet first, and then said unhurriedly: "The reason why I failed to kill Buffy Marshall was that he was killed by another person. ”
“Eh?”
Futaba blinked and said suspiciously: “Who is it?”
“No. "I know."
Talasha frowned and shook her head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Because I was worried about being noticed, I had always kept the maximum distance of the seven perception spells from Buffy Marshall, so at that time I only saw the cause of Buffy’s death, but I didn’t find the person who did it. When I arrived at the scene, no one was there.”
Futaba nodded slightly, then slowly sat back down again, pondering for a while before asking with some worry: "Are you sure Buffy Marshall is dead?"
"Of course I am sure. "
Tarasha answered without thinking, shrugging: "He seems to be the high-level believer of the whispering evil god. I felt something indescribable the moment he died. The twisted will appeared out of thin air and seemed to want to take away Buffy's soul."
Futaba wrinkled her nose and asked quickly: "Then what? Buffy Marshall's? Was the soul taken away? "
"In fact, the attacker did not leave a soul for Buffy at all, so the will left the moment it came." Tarasha walked away slowly. Falling back to the ground in mid-air, he answered Futaba's question before he had time to say: "The person who killed Buffy should be a clergyman. Although I have never seen the magic he used, I'm sure That is a clergyman, very powerful”
[Powerful clergy? Does the Violet Empire still have this character? 】
Futaba was confused for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Can you be more detailed? For example, how strong is he, which sect is a clergyman, etc."
"I don't know much about divine arts, or any power that is not rigorous enough, and I have never paid much attention to it. However, through my past experience of dealing with those magical sticks, the person who did it should be the goddess of dawn, Pakosi. Believer." Tarasha grabbed a cute pink heart-shaped cushion and held it in her arms, gently stroking her chin: "As for strength, I can't tell, but according to the one that killed Buffy, Judging from the attack, I have no chance of winning against him, but I can still get away by running."
"Oh."
Futaba looked at Tarasha with an unclear look and said hesitantly. : "So, it means that the strong man who acted for heaven should not be very weak?" Tarasha rolled her eyes at her and laughed dryly: "Let's put it this way, the blow that that man used to kill Buffy Marshall was absolutely amazing. It will not be weaker than an ordinary legendary strongman attacking with all his strength. It would be fine if the opponent has been preparing for a long time and can kill with one blow, but if"
She did not continue because even Tarasha herself did not believe another guess.
Futaba’s reaction made her particularly angry.
“Wow! Ana, you are so strong!”
Futaba was sincerely surprised. In a word, this is not because she, like many people, feels that the epic is no longer enough. Tarasha, who has super strength, is just like this. The main reason is that this girl is only a player in her twenties after all. It is difficult to understand how those real strong people can use strong skills, so she is confident that her mentor is there. He was surprised to be able to retreat in front of such a seemingly very powerful man.
As her mentor, Tarasha would not be unaware of this, so she did not delve into anything further and just said dullly: "Then I tried to track that person for a while, and it wasn't until an hour ago that I completely tracked him down. I lost track of him, and then came back. Well, maybe after this crisis is over, I should go to the United Holy Religion. My strength against that person Very interested. "
Futaba, who was a little uninterested after confirming that Buffy Marshall was indeed dead, said curiously: "Isn't it just magic? I remember you were interested in that thing? I’m not too cold.”
“Yes, I am indeed not interested in the power of priests or some shamans. The so-called divine grace and ancestral power are completely inexplicable to me, but"
Talasha paused slightly when she said this, and the unique thirst for knowledge of the academic school shone brightly in her eyes: " In my eyes, the light last night was beyond the scope of divine magic. It was more like some kind of pure 'phenomenon', rather than a god giving it to his followers. Although I don't know what it is, at least I can conclude that the power to obliterate Buffy Marshall's body and soul is definitely not given by 'God', at least not directly given by God. Something closer to the essence."
"Oh, then I wish you a good trip in advance."
Futaba yawned and lay down lazily on the mat. He didn't take Tarasha's words seriously at all. He just let out a sigh of relief and raised the corner of his mouth with an extraordinarily innocent smile: "In short , Buffy Marshall’s whole family is finally dead.”
Seeing that her quirky and proud apprentice had finally been avenged, the last trace of gloom in her brows also disappeared and blossomed. He smiled gratifiedly, gently rubbed Futaba's hair, and said with a smile: "I heard that you immediately sent the 'final reserve team' to the western border after getting the news about Cordoba. Successfully intercepted Fudge and others who were escaping Mercury City secretly."
"Well, then kill them all."
"Those lords are really cooperative with you."
"Half and half, maybe. Those who were transferred to the final reserve team were all placed by Xiu in various families over the years. He gave me the list two days before departure, probably because he wanted to sell a favor. ”
"Perhaps he is interested in you."
"He also gave Tan Mo a list. Could it be that he is also interested in that guy?"
"The one with that Butler Fudge, Is it Buffy Marshall’s family?”
“Yes, a daughter-in-law, a son and two daughters, all here.”
“Actually, I was there by chance more than ten years ago. I had afternoon tea with Buffy’s wife. She was a very quiet and low-key aristocratic lady. It’s a pity that I believed in that evil god together with Buffy, otherwise”
"Otherwise, the result will not change in any way."
Futaba interrupted Taraxia lightly, her clear and bright eyes filled with madness: "Don't misunderstand, Ah Na, even if that lady is just an ordinary lady, and those young people who are a few years older than me are just ordinary rich second generations, as long as they are the 'family' who live with Buffy Marshall day and night, I will not hesitate. Killing them has nothing to do with their beliefs, personality, identity, and location. It doesn't matter where you are, after all."
She showed a smile that made Tarasha want to get closer to the fireplace
"I don't like breaking promises to myself, so I said kill him. The whole family, kill his whole family.”< br>
With a simple move, the girl forced the wind element to bring her robe that was placed on the chair in the corner to her body, and tore off something from the collar, which was sewn on with very poor craftsmanship. Emblazoned with a wolf head.
Tarasha sighed softly, put on her mask again, and quietly left the room.
A drop of salty tears fell on the emblem in the girl's hand.
“Too tired”
Futaba, with coaxing eyes, took a deep breath, held the emblem in her hand tightly, raised her face, and looked through the enchanted glass on the opposite side of the room. Sky, murmured: "It's so tiring to live for others, work hard for others, avenge others, etc. I have never been so tired in my life."
"You bastards, I am so tired. I really owe you”
"The great Muyu has been made less like himself by you, people like you who are not even alive"
"You can make me such a selfish, casual, fickle, and bad person The talented beautiful girl with extremely bad character has become like this, and she has become like the heroine in those brain-dead inspirational dramas. Such a positive character, you really deserved to die!"
". Bastards."
"I finally avenged you"
"Did you see it? Captain, Yinna. Have you seen Crabbe, Salazar?”
"Have you seen how many people I asked to support you?"
"If you see it, just die in peace. If you don't see it, forget it. In short, the revenge is over."
The girl kissed her lightly. He took the broken emblem in his hand and put it back in his bag, then buried his pear-stained cheek in his arms, his petite and thin body trembling slightly.
After a moment, she raised her head, with a pleasant smile on her lips, and her eyes filled with qualityless confusion.
“It’s time for me to be myself again~”
Chapter 562: The End
(End of this chapter)