Chapter 232 Writing
"Captain, have Old Fulgen and the others gone too far?" Under a tree, Hercules was eating dry food, and beside him, a squadron leader asked in a low voice.
"It's okay. Old Fulgen is considered an old man in the team. What could happen?" Hercules' voice seemed extremely casual, but his eyes showed no signs of trouble.
He raised his head and looked forward, and then continued to focus on the dry food he was holding.
"Don't think too much. Our mission this time is very important. I heard that although this Demon Nest is only rated as a B-level Demon Nest, there are some abnormalities in many details. Not only us, but also major families and royal families. , even the temple will send people here to investigate. "
"There is no such thing as a war without death."
"I'm not worried about the boss's pretty boy." Squadron Leader Quinn chuckled, but his unintentional remark made Hercules' face suddenly darken.
His hand stopped stiffly in mid-air. After a long pause, Hercules angrily threw the remaining piece of butter bread in his hand far away, leaving some birds to chance. Fighting for food.
"If you can't speak, you can just shake your head or nod next time." Hercules took a deep breath, but he could only reply with Roland's indifferent tone, "Or, I can make you the squadron commander temporarily. Let’s do some of the work for the cooking apprentice.”
Quinn closed his mouth in embarrassment. Looking at Hercules, who was eating lunch slowly and leisurely, but exuding invisible low pressure, he wisely found a reason to sneak away quickly.
"What about that, Captain, I'm going to see what's going on over there in the Third Squadron..."
Hercules nodded slightly. After Quinn left, he quietly used his mechanical eyes to look into the distance with the help of their remote detection capabilities.
High in the sky, there was a faint presence of demonic energy, and several groups of magical beasts and birds seemed to be patrolling.
"I don't know if my attempt will be successful..." Hercules murmured in a low voice. He patiently waited for information from Fulgan's team.
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"Sister Mir, in two days... I want to go and play with Daya, okay?" Lucian looked at the maid Mir beside him after finishing today's morning class, "I haven't seen Daya for a long time. Ugh...she wrote to me last week and said that she seems to have a younger brother. Can we go and see him? "
Lucian's eyes were bright, and the Daya he spoke of was naturally a child of the Mondoc family.
"No problem, Miss Lula, I will report to the housekeeper later." Mir smiled and did not care about this kind of visit between children. After all, everyone lives in the royal capital, this kind of informal walking is still Relatively common. "It's just that if you want to go there and play, you need to ask for leave from Ms. Niaf first..."
"No problem. Teacher Niaf is very nice and will definitely agree! Thank you too, Sister Mir!" Lucian smiled brightly.
This is a part of his plan. If he can use the identity of [Lula] to successfully enter the Mondoc family mansion, it may bring unexpected benefits. After all, in terms of detecting intelligence during the day, his [Mind Reading] Talent has a great advantage, and one can hear some key information unintentionally.
Incidentally, it can also avoid a lot of risks. Even when operating at night, using the identity of [Lula] may also have the effect of smoke bombs, and even avoid the "red line" to a certain extent. restrictions.
But what Lucian didn't expect was that his request quickly changed. When Mir informed him again, this play between two "children" directly evolved into a small-scale formal exchange between the two families.
"Father, why did you...?"
Lucian looked at Janos with a confused expression. However, Janos behaved as gentle and calm as usual. "Thanks to little Lula, I happened to remember that I can go talk to little Mondoc about some things. Hahaha, then you can play in the garden and don't worry about us..."
Lucian blinked. At this time, he couldn't tell whether Janos's decision was the result of the influence of the invisible red thread or a real coincidence. But he could no longer change this decision and could only silently accept this reality.
"I hope there won't be any trouble because of this..." Lu Xian muttered in his heart, but in front of Janos, he still had to work hard to show an innocent and happy look.
"Hehehe..." In a daze, Lucian seemed to hear Count Thanasis' strange laughter.
He lowered his head, trying not to distort his expression.
"Then...Father, I'll go back and pack my things." After Lucian whispered, he walked towards his room in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
"Thanasis? Count Thanasis?"
Count Thanasis' laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by a very deliberate snoring.
Lucian's mouth twitched, but he still lowered his voice, "Carly has always wanted to study your body structure before, but I didn't agree..."
"Two-legged hairy monster! I just woke up!" Count Thanasis' voice sounded guilty, but also a little irritable.
"You should have some trump cards, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to enter the real land with only Wizard Helen last time." Lucian chuckled, ignoring Count Thanasis's obviously unhappy mood at this time.
"What can I do? I am just a demon pet." Count Thanasis' tone seemed a bit casual at this time, but in Lucian's ears it was more like a piece of meat introducing himself. Lucian paused slightly, then lifted his feet again and continued walking towards his room.
"You don't want to ask anymore?" Count Thanasis' voice sounded.
"No need." Lucian's voice seemed extremely casual.
"I'm really impressed by you." Count Thanasis' voice hummed, and after a pause for a few seconds, he said. "We have agreed that for the final trophy, I will choose the best one first. I will make you hungry..."
"The biggest piece of food scraps?" Lucian responded according to what Count Thanasis said before.
Count Thanasis froze immediately after speaking.
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In the bedroom, Lucian took out his quill, but this time he did not fill the quill with ink. Instead, he bit his finger and used his own blood as ink to start writing quickly.
Blood is originally a medium full of special spirituality, but it also has a strong directivity towards itself.
Some cultivation systems even have attacks against blood, such as curses or causal attacks, and the best medium for these long-range attacks is fresh blood.
After the quill touched Lucian's blood, it seemed to suddenly change from an object to a living thing. Lucian could even feel that the quill began to gradually become active, as if it was about to start in the next moment. Write on your own.
"Boy, grab it quickly, otherwise what it writes may be detrimental to you!" Count Thanasis no longer pretended to be dead at this time, and his voice was rare and urgent, "It is the one who exists after all. A feather is inherently difficult to obey the control of weaklings like you, so it will find ways to kill you or control you..."
"I know..." Lucian's right hand held the quill firmly, but he felt as if he was riding on the back of a wild horse and was out of control.
As each person struggled with each other's strokes, several words were written crookedly on the paper.
Maid...it happens...
"Miss?" Mir's somewhat confused voice came from the door. She seemed to have heard the motives created by Lucian, and she knocked on the door gently to ask.
"I...I have nothing to do!" Lucian said hurriedly, and at the same time he quickly put away the paper used as a writing carrier, which also made the quill temporarily stop, and Lucian held it tightly in his hand.
At this time, Mir had already pushed the door open and entered.
She looked at Lucian first, and then looked at the messy table with some suspicion, "It's so late? Aren't you still going to rest?"
"I...I'll go to bed later." Lucian sounded a little embarrassed in his voice, and at the same time, he hid the quill that was still shaking and struggling behind him.
"Then miss, let's go to bed early." Mir helped Lucian blow out the candles and then closed the door.
Lucian breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't see a crooked small word written on the back of Lula's nightgown.
At this time, Lucian picked up the quill that had become a little calmer, took out a piece of white paper again, and started writing quickly.
"The night after tomorrow, many night hunting players will inadvertently enter the Mondoc family mansion and start hunting among themselves..."
"Thanasis, this should be fine, right?" Lucian said as he asked about Count Thanasis, but received no response.
Lucian was stunned. He quickly realized something and began to quickly check for abnormalities around him.
And when he took off Lula's nightgown, he saw a crooked but particularly eye-catching line of blood characters on the back of the nightgown.
"Poor Lucian didn't know that when he was dealing with the maid who suddenly came to check the room, his familiar fell into a deep sleep for some special reasons."
"What's even less coincidental is that because of his untimely sleep of his demon pet, his identity will be exposed in front of other ** players"
The next half of the sentence seems to have not been written, so there is a series of meaningless ink marks after the player prefix.
This was the content written by the quill itself, and it also brought some unexpected variables to Lucian.
(End of chapter)