Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 35 The witch goes on an appointment
  "What did Terry Black do to me?"

Terry walked on the road with a depressed look on his face. It was too early today and he had too much time. He chose to walk to the restaurant for dinner.

"And Mayfair, is that woman who likes to change her face whenever she has nothing to do with her bad intentions?"

The reason why I chose to make initial contact with Terry Pickles was because after hearing Mayfair's words, I secretly consulted Uncle Martin. Of course, Terry couldn't blame Uncle Martin, so it was all Mayfair's fault. The problem!
  Terry began to carefully consider what Mayfair said that day.

“The longer you ignore it, the more severe the backlash will be.”

“Escape is not a permanent cure.”

"No matter what choice you make, you will face the consequences."

It seems that there is really no suggestion that he should contact the other party directly. The content of the advice is just that Terry cannot never be in contact with the other party. The souls that are originally one will definitely be completely integrated one day in the future.

And the longer it is suppressed, the more severe the backlash will be.

But he didn't expect Terry Pickles to be so dishonest. He started to secretly attack him as soon as they established contact?
  "So this is my problem. I should be vigilant, vigilant, vigilant again - who the hell would be extremely vigilant about a soul that should be one with me!!!"

The other party can quietly transform him, but he himself is unable to detect it.

Well, I didn't see any intention of harming him.

"I only considered that the age difference between the two parties is only five years, but I completely ignored that the other party's mental willpower is probably dozens or even a hundred times stronger than mine."

That's what Terry Pickles said himself.

No, it's not enough. It's best to be able to improve to a level that surpasses the other party.

But now Terry Lee is a little afraid of himself in a lunatic asylum in another world.

"No, not only that. Uncle Martin once taught an Eastern proverb that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. This sentence can also be applied to the contrast between good and evil."

"I was just a glass of water, and he was a basin of ink. I tried my best to build a bridge between them with paper towels."

Then the only way is probably that he must catch up with his mental willpower before the two sides enter into completely unavoidable contact.

ten minutes later.

At that time, both parties will carry out spiritual fusion in equal proportions to each other, so that there will not be a bad situation where one party's personality is completely transformed by the other.

Anyway, it would be at least some time before we left the restaurant, so Terry simply started to recall carefully, sorting out all the details after his contact with Terry Pickles.

‘Your spirit and will cannot bear the pain of such a large amount of information being poured into your mind in the blink of an eye. ’

Except for one sentence that reveals a little bit of information.

He couldn't hide for a lifetime, and now that they were in contact, the mental strength of the two sides was not equal. Terry Lee could guarantee that he would not attack the other party, but he could not guarantee that the other party would not--he had already done so.

At that time, after using the game inventory to complete an instant learning, Terry Lee's consciousness was obviously a little painful from the impact, while Terry Peaks just accepted it all calmly - that kind of relaxed and carefree level. I can read another ten or so books without any problem.

Now Terry is a little at a loss. Ancient One gave him an accessory that can isolate the other party from erosion, and Mayfair told him that it was impossible to escape the final integration of the two parties.

"If we compare the growth environments of both parties, I am like a flower in a greenhouse, and he is like a towering tree that has been tempered for a long time."

Terry scratched his ribs depressedly.

But how can this thing be improved?

Terry thought of the water absorption and propagation experiment he had seen in class before.

If you are not good at swordsmanship, you can sign up for a swordsmanship class, but are there any special mental strength training classes in New York?

It's impossible no matter how you think about it, right?

"Ah, it's really killing me."

Terry unknowingly arrived at the door of the expensive restaurant, but he did not go in immediately. Instead, he took out his mobile phone after thinking for a while.

Clicked on the communication software and made a voice call to the Green Heart Clinic.

After a while, a lazy and enchanting voice came from the microphone: "What's wrong, little brother?"

"It's almost night and you're calling someone's work phone because you can't wait to spank someone?"

Terry once again heard the alluring sound of feathers tickling his ears, and an inexplicable desire arose in his heart. Then he looked solemn and shook his head wildly to clear away those evil thoughts. But Terry is now quite wary of any emotion that can be classified as 'bad'.

But for things like lust, he couldn't tell whether it was inherent in him or because he was influenced by the other person.

Letting his mind block this topic for the time being, he took a deep breath that was neither light nor heavy, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"I'll treat you to dinner, will you come?"

"How can you invite a girl like this! You brat! You really think I'm rushing to lick your vagina, don't you?!"

Mayfair's roar.

Terry frowned and reflexively took the phone further away. This woman spoke too dirty and vulgar ways, and he couldn't stand it.

"Is it?"

Terry raised his head and glanced at the name of the restaurant: "What a pity. I feel a little lonely coming to PerSE to eat alone."

Boom!
  There was the sound of something falling to the ground on the other end of the phone, and Mayfair's muttering: "I've only been there twice..."

"Come or not."

"I didn't expect it. Your kid's family turned out to be richer than I thought!"

Mayfair turned his head sideways, holding the phone between his cheek and shoulder. He hurriedly took out a pair of gray stockings from the closet, glanced at them and threw them out.

"Wait for me where you are~"

Terry suddenly wanted to laugh when he heard the buzzing sound coming from the phone. He didn't expect that Mayfair would be a softie just for a bite to eat——

"If you dare to play tricks on me, you will die!"

Terry hung up the phone with a snap and retracted his previous thoughts.

How do female magicians usually travel?
  Will there be a puff of green smoke rising from my feet later, and then this woman will step out of the smoke?
  buzz~
  The phone vibrated twice.

More than ten minutes later, a taxi came from a distance. The license plate number, Mayfair, had been sent to Terry's phone in advance, so he watched the owner of the car slowly stop in front of him.

The unpretentious means of transportation were exactly the same as Terry's usual choice.

But when the taxi door opened, an extremely artificial big white leg stretched out from inside.

The soft black waves, the gorgeous red lips, and the proud look on her face are like a proud white swan stretching its neck.

Mayfair was wearing a dark green evening dress, showing off her all-around delicate and snow-white skin. She was wearing a pair of black velvet open-toe high heels, and the nails of her round toes were painted shiny red nail polish.

In addition to the fact that the price of the taxi has dropped a bit, this woman does exude a charm that cannot be ignored, especially the extremely evil girl and young woman at the same time. Even the doormen standing at the door can see it. Unblinking.

Mayfair swayed her butt and walked up to Terry, then twitched her cute little nose.

A look of disgust quickly appeared on his originally flawless face, and he took three steps back.

"Let's not talk about whether you can dress less like a student when you come to a place like this to eat - why do you smell so bad with sweat?!"

Mayfair fanned the air in front of him with his hands in an exaggerated manner, and his little face wrinkled up: "It's too inferior, it's too inferior. I'll give you zero points for this date!"

"It's just a dinner date. Are you dressed too formally?"

Terry also gave Mayfair a zero in his heart for his vigorous performance. Then he took out his black gold card and shook it: "And I'm a student. I just come to the cafeteria to have a meal."

Mayfair's eyes lit up, he covered his mouth and laughed sweetly - the hand that wasn't covering his mouth unexpectedly took hold of Terry's remaining arm: "I hate it, Master Terry really loves to joke~"

"Do you want to eat more after you've whetted my appetite?"

……

"Believe it or not, I will crush you to death for your ignorant little brat."

Terry sighed comfortably and walked into the restaurant arm in arm with Mayfair: "Is there a private room?"

(End of this chapter)