Real Name God

　　 "Well, I can finally start."

　　 Richard rubbed his hands with excitement, his face full of unspeakable excitement.

　　 In the dark and damp cave, a candle was lit on the uneven mud wall. In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, there is only this tiny faint light.

　　 The dim yellow halo casts on the mud the figure of a black-robed wizard who looks very insidious, which is constantly stretched, shortened and deformed with the shaking of the candle flame. Just seeing this appearance that only appears in conspiracy stories, no one would think he would do anything good;

　　 And under the candle in front of the wizard, there is a comatose young man lying.

　　... That's right, Qiong An, who had not been awake for a long time, was knocked out by him again.

　　 After all, the next thing to do with this person cannot be disclosed.

Although the clothes on his body were covered with dust and became dirty, the thin and tall figure and the dazzling hair like gold everywhere explained the noble blood of this person and the extreme in the Holy League. A well-known identity.

　　 If others were to see this scene, it would definitely cause a misunderstanding.

　　 Unfortunately, there are indeed others here.

　　 "Sir, your expression looks... terrible."

　　 The words of the real lady sounded like spitting, but her voice did not fluctuate.

　　 "There is no way, I have really been looking forward to this for a long time."

　　 Richard replied very seriously.

　　 The anticipation brewing in his heart at this moment is no less than when he went to the bottom of the magic tower where the star furnace was placed, activated the obelisk and summoned the curse lord.

　　 Compared to that day, Richard can now be regarded as calm and stable.

　　 On the one hand, he is no longer in danger of life; on the other hand, he is very confident-not only self-confidence, but also trust in the real lady who has never failed.

　　 But on the other hand, what should I do if I don’t succeed later?

　　 I am afraid I can only kill this person.

　　 Regardless of victory or defeat, the inside story of "real name seizure" cannot be disclosed to others; and even if the Holy See has speculation about the murderer, the most important thing is not to leave any words to anyone.

　　Thinking of this possibility, even though Richard would not be softened by it, he still felt heavy. But he knows that in this cruel world, similar things are inevitable.

　　 "Sir, do you want to connect your consciousness together this time?"

　　 Miss real name squatted down, and when she reached out her hand and was about to touch Joan Bolkiah’s cheek, she suddenly asked.

　　 Richard was taken aback.

　　 "Can it be done?"

"of course."

　　 The girl nodded slightly.

"If one day, the consciousness module I possess is temporarily unable to handle matters, the management back office of the central system will be'transferred' to you. At that time, as long as you have experience in handling related work, the officer can continue to use my own Permissions."

　　 "......"

　　 Richard blinked.

　　 "Did you just say something bad...?"

　　 "Don't get me wrong, sir."

　　 Seeing his nervous expression, the corners of the girl's lips turned up unconsciously, showing a smile-this is a rare emotional expression for her.

　　 "This is just a preliminary plan. It may be my responsibility to report anything to you, but I will not leave you."

　　'S real name talking, as if to make him feel at ease, took the initiative to reach out to himself.

　　 Richard did not hesitate, and folded his palms.

　　The palms of the two people fit together because of this——

　　 At that moment, something seemed to explode in the depths of my mind; however, because of the shared burden of his real name, Richard did not feel any pain or discomfort.

　　 There is also a complicated data stream in his pupils like the stars in the sky.

This is a shocking experience that makes people's mind unconsciously immersed in it, just like a brand-new world slowly opens in front of oneself, its impact is no less than that of Rasputin who replaced the dead for the first time. Novih, the experience of becoming a legendary wizard...

　　*

　　 Joan Bolkiah, who closed his eyes tightly, frowned slightly.

　　 The morning sun shining in from outside the cave fell on the young man's body, and even the tiny hairs on his face were coated with gold.

　　 The warm and welcoming sun shone on the earth, and the fresh and gentle wind blew the young man’s forehead.

The bitter chill in the middle of the night, the cold and wetness of the storm, all disappeared when the next morning came; instead, on the meadow on the edge of the cave, flowers and grasses baptized by rain and dew came out, thriving, and green Want to drop.

　　 The young man finally opened his eyes.

　　 In his dazed pupils, it is exactly such a beautiful scene reflected. People can't help but feel that everything that happened last night was dreamy.

"I seem......"

　　The young bishop's pupils trembled slightly. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he said softly as if talking to himself.

　　 "I seem to have a long dream."

　　——"How do you feel when you wake up from a dream?"

　　 A figure in a black robe with a silver-white mask is sitting on the blue rock near the entrance of the cave. At his feet, was a pile of burnt bonfire ashes.

"not bad."

　　 Qiong An replied with emotion.

　　 "It is a rare experience for me in the past few years to be able to sleep leisurely until dawn."

　　 "Being a cardinal is really hard."

　　 "I think, the experience of being a wizard leader is probably not that much?

The two of them are like old friends who have known each other for many years, talking to each other in an inexplicable and relaxed atmosphere~www.readwn.com~That's not enough," Richard answered honestly, "A wizard leader like me. They are basically the shopkeepers. In addition to improving our strength and increasing knowledge, our daily activities are only thinking about fighting for power in the wizard tower and grabbing resources from our colleagues. We are the most egoist group in the world. "

　　 "You are still sincere."

　　 Qiong An sighed.

　　 "So..."

　　 He closed his eyes again.

　　 Like the meditation of wizards, knights naturally also have a way to communicate with the spiritual world, and they need to sit still and relax. Different schools of swordsmanship often have their own unique spiritual cultivation methods. Although the main principles are the same, the specific methods are quite different.

The technique used by 　　 Qiong An is derived from a classical martial art called "yoga".

　　 And when he immersed his meaning in the ocean of the spirit world, a brand-new content appeared in the "view"-he had no impression of this, only that it was forcibly instilled from the outside world.

　　 "This is... This is actually an oath."

　　 Qiong'an's heart gradually sinks into an invisible abyss.

　　 Actually, he had confirmed several times before waking up; now he finally had to admit that he did not admit his mistake.

　　 "I thought that on the day I became a saint, I would witness the existence of the vows with my own eyes..."

　　 Qiong An murmured.

　　 "If this is the case, your dream has been realized in advance."

　　 The hateful black-robed wizard replied so leisurely.