free lich

When Don Quixote was still living on the earth, he once read a magazine. Of course, he can’t remember exactly what magazine it was, but he still remembers a story on it, especially when he liked it. After learning the soul spells, I feel that many times people on earth try to get close to another person's heart through various external manifestations because they cannot directly control the soul. The human soul world comes directly, but it has another advantage, that is, it is low-key and hard to guard against.

What the story is about is how to get closer to the relationship between two people during the conversation, and even to please the other party. Of course, the love here is not the love between men and women, but a kind of similar friendship, or favorability. For the same thing, for example, giving people a good feeling about you as a person, the method is two words, listen.

No matter which world it is, everyone has their own unique way of thinking, their own outlook on life, world outlook, values, and beliefs. Thinking dumbass, this is all different for everyone, and humans have a nature, the name is right for me.

It is a kind of self-centered subjective consciousness. In most cases, human beings are unwilling to be changed by other people's opinions, but they also have a kind of thinking that wants to change others. It has been proved by scientists on the earth that when the latter When it becomes a reality, it will give the speaker a subconscious feeling that this person seems to be on the same front as me, and I will have something to talk to him about.In this way, the relationship between the two people will be inexplicably drawn into a lot.

And the most natural.The least contrived way to give the impression that you and I are in the same boat is to listen.It doesn't matter even if your mouth is stupid, as long as you look into his eyes with a smile on your face and look full of interest, that's the best way.

Take Don Quixote, for example. In fact, from midnight yesterday until the sun came up, he has been listening, which inadvertently gave Safman the feeling that he was an ally, in Safman's own words.She really seems to have forgotten some things, but as long as she looks at Don Quixote's sincere and serious eyes, she will remember them again as she talks. A relatively good life, but in the end, he found that for some reason, this nobleman, his bottom is no longer easy to use. Obviously, such a person who likes women but can't have sex can easily become a pervert, so all kinds of as you can imagine.Unimaginable things happened to her.

And what made Don Quixote somewhat unbelievable, Safman's confession was unreserved.I don't care about my own face at all, I don't care about my self-esteem as a woman, as a strong person, like a bamboo tube pouring beans, just like that nobleman, who likes to abuse his female slaves with utensils, loves to watch a group of men ravage a woman. Sometimes even find tentacle monsters to add to the fun. One can imagine the scene in front of this strong man who can control the world being ravaged by countless men at the same time. For a mage in the field, it is definitely a nightmare within a nightmare. Even anyone who knew about it, she would definitely kill him, but at this moment she told Don Quixote.

"Crackling," Don Quixote shook his sore neck, "It's such an unbearable past, how long did this last for you to escape?"

"I don't know." Compared to Don Quixote who was still sitting on the sofa, Safman, who had been telling stories almost all night and drank a few cups of coffee, was already lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling , from the reluctance to speak at the beginning, to the madness in the middle, and finally calmed down now, as if talking about things that have nothing to do with me, "To be honest, I don't know how long it has been, in that underground castle , I have no concept of time at all with those sisters who are also slave girls.”

"As for escaping, I didn't escape, and I couldn't have that chance. Of course, you may not believe it. The reason why I am here today may be thanks to the claustrophobic disease you mentioned. I remember," Safman put his hands under his head to make himself more comfortable, "when we female slaves gradually forgot that we are still human beings, we didn't even bother to resist. I still remember that nobleman scolded us It was a group of dead fish, so he lost interest in us, but he didn't let us go, and he didn't kill us directly, but locked all our female slaves in a black iron room, that is, The one you imitated before, of course, except for the oil lamp on the top, is not very similar."

"There is no water, no food, and we have been tortured for so many years. We don't even have the strength to commit suicide. Compared with what they seem to have appointed, the more I think about it, the more unwilling I am. I have an urge to kill. Then somehow, I found that I seemed to be able to control the iron houses around me, as if they were part of my body, allowing me to change them at will and make them into any shape I wanted, but unfortunately, with the current Based on my knowledge, my psychic power is too little, and I will collapse in a short time, and later...later..." Speaking of this, Safman seemed really speechless , not because I dare not recall, but because I cannot say, "Do you really want to listen?"

"Dingling~" Don Quixote didn't speak, but waved his hand to condense the soul-absorbing copper bell. Accompanied by the clear sound of the bell, Safman felt that his own soul and the soul of the mage opposite had a strange It's like this man brought her back to what may be the most painful memory in her life...

There was nothing in the black-painted iron house except for vents, feces, urine, and a disgusting smell mixed together, and a girl who looked about 20 years old was holding another girl's wrist, He sucked her blood in big gulps, crying while drinking, but the girl who was sucked had a smile on her face, and said in words that only she could understand clearly, "Be full, Carol , promise me. If you can go out, in addition to avenging us, you can't kill people casually, and live happily with our share..."

Although the light in the iron house was dim, the girl who had been sucked blood could still see her pale face. Obviously, this was a sign of excessive blood loss. Soon, that is, not long after she finished speaking, her whole body became pale. It fell down with a plop.

at this time.Except for Safman, who was kneeling there and still sucking blood madly, or Carol, there was no one alive in the small dark room. Of course, the last girl who was sucked by her blood She was already on the verge of death, her body was riddled with holes from the long-term imprisonment, and she hadn't eaten for many days, it was impossible to survive.

Carol, who had secretly left the metal house, had already played with the metal like her own body, and perhaps it was because she suddenly acquired such a powerful ability that developed her brain and enhanced her wisdom.It also made her, who was still a girl at the time, not run around yelling, but silently slaughtered.From the very beginning, the metal was controlled to kill the guards from the outside, and slowly, they could even be destroyed from the inside by punching the metal into their bodies. Those who played with her together were chopped into a pile of meat sauce by countless rotating metal knives, really meat sauce...

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"Goddess Mystra," Carol let out a long breath, and said all this. I really felt more relaxed than ever before, "It's unbelievable, this secret has been buried in my heart for almost 200 years. Years..."

Don Quixote stretched fiercely, "Excuse me, I want to hold it all night."

"Ha," Carol stood up, and the large robes on her body also had a special flavor, "I'll take you there. Now that you say it like this, I'm a little bit..."

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"No," Don Quixote, who was draining the water happily, looked at this huge bathroom that was almost impossible to look at, and couldn't help being a little stunned, "It seems that your claustrophobia is really serious. ..Uh~uh~" A shiver interrupted Don Quixote's words...

"What about you?" Carol who was outside the bathroom asked curiously, "Fair deal, I also want to know about your past."

"My past?" Don Quixote came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, "Compared to you, I feel that I am already very lucky, at least I was not sold to the Chamber of Commerce at that time... "

"How did you escape in the end?"

"I didn't escape," Don Quixote seemed to miss the days when he first came to Faerun, "although I relied on the alchemy my father gave me and the alchemy I learned from that old man The Chamber of Commerce was burned to the ground, but it was killed in the end."

"killed?"

"As you can see, I am a lich now, but I am different from ordinary liches. I have a spell that can be attached to the body. Of course, only two people in the entire Faerun world know this spell."

"Why did you tell me?" Carol's eyes once again flashed a hint of surprise. Obviously, if Don Quixote hadn't told him, I'm afraid I wouldn't even think he was a lich, so suppose I had a conflict with him and killed him. It is because he is really dead, but in fact he has forged a powerful enemy, immortal, so if it were her, it would be absolutely impossible for her to tell such an important secret.

"Why?" Don Quixote scratched his hair, "In order to completely win your trust, there should be some things that will use you in the future."

"Ha," Carroll's unaffected laughter echoed in the hall on the first floor of the mage tower, "to be honest, you are really a damn soul mage, but I have to say, you succeeded."

"What are you going to do?" Looking at Don Quixote who opened his arms, Carol couldn't help taking a few steps back, "No, don't think about it, I don't want to stand here like a statue for a few hours."

"Believe me, for this kind of psychological problem, the best way to solve it is to dare to face it squarely, otherwise, you can only be stuck in the past forever..."

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"Damn soul mage," Carol stood there like a statue again as if he was holding the air, and of course Don Quixote had left the mage tower at this time, "but...the past will pass. ..Does that prophecy have anything to do with him? Strange guy..."

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"Boy, congratulations, you have successfully deceived another woman."

Don Quixote with a tired face curled his lips in disdain, "As soon as you talk about a clean topic, it turns sour. As expected of a dragon, her nature...huh...this kind of woman is like Rommel Similarly, there will never be love again in this life, I guess she will feel disgusted and want to kill when she sees a man's **, to be able to break through her psychological defense and become her friend is already the limit."

"What's the use of her? It's worth your trouble?"

"What's the use? I think she should be a very important role in the Sixth Ring Organization in the future..."

"But senior, what is her situation like? She is just an ordinary person, but she seems to be able to use the rules of the big world directly. From manipulating iron to now manipulating gravity, I guess her ability to become a mage in the field is also related to this ability." Great relationship."

"Extraordinary talent," Xia Ya Donghai said lightly after a while, "it should be a kind of blood power. The early creatures in any world are extremely powerful. They integrate part of the rules into their blood and pass them on to their descendants. Nothing surprising."

"So..." (to be continued...)

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