The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

That night, many family members were laughing, but I was silent.

Sitting quietly in the yard, looking up at the stars.

This is what I do every time I feel sad.

Just like some people like to drink when they are depressed, some people like to eat when they are depressed, and when I am depressed, they like to look up at the stars.

I always feel that the vast sky can contain infinite sadness, just like the vast ocean, which can easily contain countless torrents, but will not arouse a wave of waves.

The breeze blew, I quietly looked up at the sky, quietly counting the stars, quietly placing my sorrows on the twinkling stars.

A sliding door sounded, and then a heavy voice fell beside me.

The slightly dull voice sounded as if a big blind drum was struck: "Reluctant to leave here?"

"Ok."

"Then make things clear."

"If you can be free from all responsibilities if you make it clear, the lives of those primary and intermediate state forces are too worthless."

"You can go to the two monarchs now, maybe things will turn around."

"Impossible" I shook my head and sighed: "The National Power Organization is one of the strongest institutions in the country. Suddenly, my impulse lost half of my strength. Even if the two Majesty wanted to protect me, they couldn't protect me. ."

With a sigh, I faintly said: "Presumably, there will be a fierce argument early tomorrow morning, and the result of the argument is probably that my family and I were expelled from Moonlight City."

"Didn't you always say that the people of Moonlight City are very repulsive to you?" Luke was the same as me, looking at the sky, and said in a huff: "In that case, why not take this opportunity to leave here and move to a suitable country? Living in this way is both worry-free and easy."

"Maybe" I said lightly: "This is my destiny."

Taking a deep breath, he leaned back and lay down on the grass.

"Leaving, towards the vast distance, this is not wandering, but looking for a place to live..."

"It's a bit like a poem of a troubadour," Luke said in a huff: "Have you ever thought of being a troubadour?"

"I never thought about it." I shook my head, followed Luke's topic, and said, "Can an adventurer be a troubadour?"

"In Demon Realm, you can."

"This is the Hefeng Continent" I emphasized.

"The same" Luke said: "The troubadour and the adventurer are never conflicting professions, but complement each other. The adventurer can protect himself during the journey, and the troubadour can record the adventure."

"It's quite appropriate to think about it." I chuckled and said, "but I am still not interested. I love sightseeing and beautiful scenery, and I like to visit mountains and lakes, but I am not good at writing these out, because I think that many scenery It cannot be expressed in words."

"But I think you are still very suitable to be a troubadour" Luke let out a deep laugh: "Although the poems written do not conform to the artistic conception, but they can write your state of mind, you may encounter You may have readers and fans in the same mood."

"Hehe, I still don't want to" chuckled, rejected Luke's suggestion, and then asked back: "Hey, let me ask you, have you empathized with any poem?"

"Yes," Luke said: "That's a very interesting little guy who portrays our apostle as a brave and fearless hero, completely different from those who keep discrediting our apostle."

"This person should understand you well, right?"

"No," Luke said: "He actually guessed why I came to the Demon World."

"Reason? By the way, why did you descend into the Demon World?" I wondered, "You should not be a native of the Demon World, right?"

"No" Luke said, "I am the lord of Hebron."

"Hebron?" I asked curiously: "Where is that?"

"A planet" Luke said: "It's beautiful."

"Then why did you come to the Demon Realm?" I wondered.

"Because of my planet, it's gone."

"Nothing?" I was even more puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"No, just no, no more, no more..."

Luke's voice is low, repeating and chanting, like an old man who is chanting his grandson's name, vicissitudes and loneliness.

"Yes...who destroyed it?"

"Not exactly, but not far away."

Luke urn aired.

"Did you bring Becky to the Demon Realm?"

"No" Luke said: "She is an artificial person who escaped from the laboratory, a product of magic theory."

"By the way, why is she so naughty?" I wondered: "Aren't you afraid of being hated?"

"She can't help herself," Luke said: "She can escape from the laboratory without being caught by the staff in it. It has already explained the reason."

"What's the reason?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"She is a failure" Luke said: "Her character is flawed."

"At the beginning of her birth, weird thoughts would keep popping up in her mind. This is her talent and a flaw in her personality. It can be said that except for the necessary rest, she does not want to be funny all the time."

"So she is called the naughty Becky?"

"That's it" Luke said.

"Is it possible to make up for her lack of personality?" I asked.

"Impossible" Luke said: "She has been like this for hundreds of millions of years. Once repaired, she will no longer be her."

"That's right." I nodded: "Character is equivalent to a person's label. Once changed, he will no longer resemble that person."

"It's a pity, but there is no way."

"What a pity?" Luke puzzled: "What a pity?"

"Becky's character" I said: "If she can be more calm and quieter, maybe your technique can be more refined."

"So what?" Luke murmured: "Even if you are more diligent, what can you do? It can't resist conspiracy and tricks. It's better to look at Becky's smile, which makes me feel habit and warm."

"Haha, you are like an old father, an old father who spoils his daughter very much" I chuckled and said, "In other words, it is daughter control."

"Daughter control..." Luke murmured. After a while, he smiled: "Not bad."

"Hey--"

Stretching a lazy waist, I put on a comfortable position and continued to lie on the grass, sniffing the fresh fragrance of grass: "If I can move these beautiful vegetation and the tree house together, maybe my sadness will dissipate. Quite a lot."

"You can discuss with the tree house." Luke turned his head, glanced at the tree house, and said: "It is alive, and I think it can leave the soil in a short time."

"I'm just thinking about beautiful things, don't let me be too addicted!" I smiled and waved, and said: "The tree house is the most important treasure of Moonlight City. How can I take it away? And, forcibly take away the tree. Fang’s crime is much heavier than killing one or two national power organizations."