There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

"That is a secret technique that only the ancient dragon clan can master. It is said that it can cause the sky and earth to collapse and the sea to separate... "

It turns out that the unknown skill in the analysis panel refers to the ancient dragon's word magic!

Now when you open the panel, you can see that the originally unknown grid has become the roar of a huge avalanche.

This is not over yet.

The Dragon King begins to gather the power of ice and frost, and the most powerful ice storm breath is about to come!

“This guy… wants to bury Forty-Seven and I in the snow along with our dead fellow tribesmen…”

Domi naturally wouldn't let it succeed, and the thread-like soul-devouring energy quickly attacked its mouth.

He had originally planned to use the side effects of the magic backlash to delay the Dragon King for a while, but he had never expected that despite its huge body, it was extremely agile and dodged Domi's attack with a flap of its giant wings.

This short deviation was enough for the Dragon King to release his ice storm breath.

Roar! !

The roar of the dragon echoed through the frozen mountains.

The cold wind mixed with hail smashed them into the avalanche ground, and the cold wind corroded them into their bones.

"Susanoh!"

The huge hands and the rising earth walls protected them from tons of snow, but their own strength was ultimately no match for the mighty power of nature, and after holding on for a while, they were still washed down.

During this period, just as Forty-Seven risked his life to protect Domi, Susanoo and Domi's arms also kept tightly holding the unconscious Forty-Seven.

I don't know where it drifted to in the end...

The little dark room is really scary. QAQ

Chapter 127 Forty-Seven

Chapter 127-126- Forty-seven

"Uh... I feel dizzy..."

Domi held his head and struggled to sit up.

The memory just now seemed to be blacked out, and my head was almost filled with darkness.

When I checked my physical condition, I slowly recalled the cause and effect...

With the support of the highest level of Shadow Flow skills, he was very resilient and did not suffer any serious injuries. At most, he suffered some scratches, and the icy magic that had invaded his body had long been expelled.

Forty-Seven was lying next to him. Fortunately, the two of them did not separate, otherwise things would have been troublesome.

He had to survive with Forty-Seven.

Before doing this, make sure the surrounding environment is safe.

Cast a night vision spell on yourself and everything around you will become clear.

They were lucky. They were probably pushed directly into a pit by the avalanche, which saved them from being buried alive by the snow.

The crooked pit we fell into was completely covered with snow, and it didn't look like we could force our way out.

There are stone walls on three sides, and only one path leads to a deeper cave.

Want to go in and find a way out?

No, we should rescue Forty-Seven first!

He was dying in order to protect himself, and the blood that sprayed on his chest is still there.

Domi summoned flames to float nearby to act as a light source, so that he could examine Forty-Seven's injuries more thoroughly.

But the torn cloak was too much of a hindrance. It was damp and inconvenient for him to treat the wound, so Domi planned to take it off first...

The process of removing it was naturally done very carefully, for fear of touching Forty-Seven's wound.

The lower body has been removed, and Forty-Seven's slender figure can be seen, protected and restrained by the strappy vest.

"No wonder he doesn't have a big appetite. It's not good for a boy to be so skinny..."

As he spoke, Domi lifted the hood on his head, so that the entire cloak could be removed.

But the moment he lifted his hood, a blackcurrant purple ponytail was revealed, as well as Forty-Seven's delicate profile. His long eyelashes trembled constantly, as if he was enduring a lot of pain.

"Girl, girl, girl...girl?!"

Domi was shocked. At the same time, Forty-Seven's series of incredible operations were connected together.

Why do you never speak? Because you don’t have an Adam’s apple and you’ll be recognized as soon as you speak.

Why don't you take a bath with him? Because girls are not allowed in men's baths.

Why do you need to wear a tight vest to bind your chest? Because your little buns won’t protrude.

……

Damn! It's so nasty!

He should have noticed something was wrong sooner.

But now is not the time to sigh.

Domi shook his head quickly, then took off his tight vest and underwear, so that there was no more clothing blocking his back, and then used light healing magic to heal the deep claw wounds that were visible to the bone.

"It's a little cold, but I'll hold on for a while..."

His slime gel was completely damaged when resisting that claw attack and could not be used temporarily. Forty-Seven also took off all his upper body because he needed to heal his wounds. It was equivalent to both of them being naked, so the painting style was particularly weird...

We can't choose to fight in the field on such extremely difficult terrain.

Just kidding, he is a gentleman and will not take advantage of others in distress.

Duomi straightened his attitude and checked the wound again.

Even with the healing power of light magic, the deep part of the wound showed no signs of healing.

If it was normal physical damage, the granulation tissue would have grown again with such treatment. It was obvious that the claw attack of the Dragon King caused magical damage.

The main reason why the wound could not heal might be that it contained the magical power of the Dragon King's words, which was preventing Domi's light magic from entering deep into his flesh and blood.

"Tsk... this is difficult..."

Just as he was hesitating, a gust of cold wind blew in from the depths of the only passage, waking Forty-Seven up with the cold.

When she opened her eyes, her pupils were flat and long, with a queen's contemptuous expression, as if she was out of touch with the world.

At the same time, as a killer, he is also full of indifference, but that does not mean he is ruthless.

After all, Beiluo Shimen is not a fellow disciple or relative of Nun Miejue.

After seeing her clothes scattered all over the place and her true face being seen by her young master, a slight blush appeared on her cold little face, but she still accepted the reality calmly.

Just quietly accept Domi's treatment.

But as mentioned earlier, the treatment did not go smoothly, and Forty-Seven happened to have woken up, so Domi decided to let her make her own decision.

"Forty-seven..."

"I'm sorry, I can't use light magic to heal your wounds, because there is still the magic of the Asian dragon king left inside, which is stopping me all the time."

"But I also have a way to remove the remaining magic power inside, but it will be very painful, and it may also completely burn the magic pattern in this part, causing the magic power to flow poorly in the back in the future... Remove it, or not, it's your choice."

"I probably don't have a choice..." Forty-Seven spoke for the first time in so many days.

Her voice sounds like a younger version of Catherine, with a hint of a queen.

"As an assassin, magic is just an auxiliary tool. Between it and staying alive, I know which one is more important."

"Master, please don't pity me, just do it."

Up to this point, Forty-Seven's tone was very calm.

If it were Edward, the comparison between the two would probably be like the reactions of an adult and a child when getting an injection, one with a blank expression and the other screaming.

"Oh...oh!" Duomi couldn't help but sigh at the strength of this girl of the same age: "Then I'm here, bite something."

Forty-Seven did as he was told, rolled up his shirt like a Swiss roll, stuffed it into his mouth, and closed his eyes tightly.

Duomi also brought out a thin 'Magic Forbidden Doll String', which can be used to accurately remove the remaining magic power.

But if he wanted to avoid damaging Forty-Seven's functions at all, he would need to concentrate on controlling it.

Navigating within the complex human body is no less difficult than performing a surgical operation.

He took a deep breath, then carefully manipulated the thread to penetrate into the wound...

呲——

The sound of the soul-devouring energy devouring other magic powers was like a red-hot iron being imprinted on flesh and blood. The intense pain made her moan uncontrollably. Her upper and lower rows of teeth bit hard on her clothes, and she let out a miserable scream...

But in order for Domi's 'operation' to proceed smoothly, Forty-Seven forced his trembling body to stabilize, but if he did so, the pain would be even more excruciating.

Such a similar experience made Forty-Seven vaguely recall his childhood, as if he was just passing by...

I remember it was a hot summer. The scenery in the distance became distorted. The water in the village well had long dried up and was filled with the bodies of the villagers.

At that time, she was pulled by her hair by a brutal soldier, pressed on a bloody chopping board, and branded as a slave of a conquered country on her left ankle with a red-hot iron.

She was in so much pain at the time that she was crying and drooling. She looked so miserable.

His hometown was destroyed, all his relatives died, he became the lowest kind of slave and was sold as a commodity.

I thought this was the worst suffering in the world, but I didn't expect the real pain was still to come...

After becoming a slave, she was sold to a farmer as a child laborer.

The work system is 597, working the fields during the day and raising pigs at night, without any holidays all year round, and naturally no salary.

In the words of the farmer, be grateful if you are given a chance to survive.

So she lived among mud and pests all day long, ate pig feed, and lived in the old den where the farmer's son used to keep his dogs.

The dog died at that time, and the vacant house was just right for the petite Forty-Seven to live in.

Whenever the farmer's family passed by, they would play with her like a dog, stepping on her belly and rolling her over and over...and his children were even more extreme.

I guess she never spoke again from that time on.

There are calluses on my hands and feet, my lips are dry, and my eyes are numb and lifeless.

Therefore, she still wears a pair of black gloves to cover up her hands that do not look like a girl's at all.

Perhaps in my heart, gender and other things have long had no boundaries, and no matter which side I am on, it cannot change the life of a slave.

She was not freed from hell until she was picked up by Altaïr who was away on a business trip.

But at that time I had completely lost interest in things like gender.

Altaïr also took advantage of the situation and raised her as a boy.

After arriving in Blofeld Territory, she saw the huge castle that she had forgotten all her life, the orderly and prosperous town, the giant tree wizard tower that was like a wonder of the world, the remains of the ancient dragon falling from the sky, and even an exquisite small dormitory assigned to her in the headquarters of Fomalhaut under the castle on the top of the mountain.

She does not deny that she is an extremely realistic person. The improvement in her quality of life has indeed improved her autism, but there is still a dull look in her eyes.

She could never understand: her family was dead, her hometown was gone, so what would it matter even if she escaped from hell?

The prosperous world ultimately belongs to others, so what on earth should she live for...

Is it really interesting to live in such a muddle-headed state?

This thought kept lingering in my mind until——

See the boy who came from the sky.

After each devilish training session, he would act like nothing had happened, taking off all his clothes and standing on the table in the pub, chatting with other members, bragging, drinking fake wine, and acting crazy.

The boy probably never noticed himself always hiding in the dark corners, because people standing under the light cannot see the maggots crawling in the darkness.

But he still noticed it.

At one point, he pulled himself out of that dark corner and let the light shine above his head:

"Why are you so gloomy all day? Think about something happy!"

(It turns out he had noticed it a long time ago...)

"Here, would you like to have a bite of the matcha cake I brought from upstairs?"

(Did you bring it specially for me?)