I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

The other three were saying goodbye to their teacher.

In Weber's room full of documents and books, there was a strong smell of cigarettes, but this time Gray did not advise him, but silently opened the doors and windows to let the smell dissipate.

"Grey, why did you agree to go out?" Weber asked while holding a cigarette irritably, using nicotine to refresh himself.

"Master, even if I don't go, if Lord Bathmelo and the others are successful, that person will still enter here." Gray answered with her head lowered while sorting out the documents on the desk.

Hearing this answer that wasn't wrong, Wei Bo frowned deeply.

Yade, who had been talking too much, was silent at this time, as if he had fallen asleep.

"...Be careful yourself. If you can't beat it, you'd better run away immediately, but don't run back. After all, there are those giant beasts guarding here, and even heroic spirits can't break through." Finally, Weber sighed deeply, He exhorted his disciples.

"I see, Master." Gray laid down on the sofa after tidying up the table, and now she wanted to sleep for a while to make final preparations.

On the other side of the creation department, the old lady was sitting in her seat, looking at the disciple who was constantly packing her luggage.

"Why did you go out with me? I don't think you are such a brave person to sacrifice." The old lady was very puzzled by the choice of the disciple, because the disciple recommended himself to join the search team.

"Ah, you're asking this?" The figure stopped what he was doing and pushed his glasses.

"Because it's so boring here in the clock tower, I'm going out to have some fun." She shrugged and said in a tone that couldn't hear any tension.

"Also, I don't think it's dangerous to go out—or, even if it means danger to others, it's just a short trip for me."

The woman fiddled with the orange hair, "Even if I die outside, it's just a change of body for me."

"You... how can I say hello?" The old lady glanced at the proud disciple, and finally waved her hand, "Okay, if you want to clean up, go back to your own room to clean up, old man, I have to rest."

"Rest? Teacher, are you kidding? When dolls have to rest." The woman took off her glasses and looked at the old lady with a strange look, "And I really don't agree with your bad taste. Those two are exhausted, but you, who is also the monarch, are so relaxed, is this really good?"

The old lady chuckled and shook her head lightly, "You are still young, and there are some things you still don't understand."

When the woman heard the other party say that she was still young, the expression on her face became very subtle. Although she looked like she was still in her 20s, she was actually in her late [-]s, so she chose to become a puppeteer. The most correct choice in this life.

However, facing his teacher who didn't know how long he had lived, he was indeed young.

"As you said, even if it's the end of the world outside, it's safe for you to go on a trip. Then, for me, the end of the world is just a scene I saw in my life."

The old lady looked at her disciple with a broken expression, "It's the end of the world, I've lived to my age, I've seen this kind of thing a lot."

After the woman heard it, she showed a horrified expression.

"Hehe, that's why I said you're still too young, Chengzi." The old lady stood up and turned her back to Chengzi Aozaki, "I don't think you planned to come back from the beginning? Besides, I I think you went out this time to find your sister, right?"

Ao Qicheng, who had been exposed, did not answer, apparently acquiescing.

Author's message:

PS: The update is complete—some people guessed that it was the end of the world caused by the Lion King... However, I tell you that the guess is wrong, the source is the Alast Institute. Speaking of which, you can guess again~

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"Are you so sure that your magician sister is still alive?" the old lady asked calmly with her hands behind her back.

"That guy, how could something happen." Cheng Zi smiled wryly, "Besides, the reason I went out this time was to go back to my hometown, and Qing Zi probably already went back."

Then she changed the topic again, "Also, I'm also very interested in the person whom El-Melloi II said can turn the situation around."

Taking off his glasses, Cheng Zi took out the glasses cloth and wiped them, "In this situation, instead of waiting to die here, it's better to try your luck outside, those short-sighted people don't understand, but teacher, I'm not those mediocre people. "

Putting on his glasses again, Cheng Zi picked it up to salute, then turned and walked out the door.

"Then, I'm leaving, teacher~" Cheng Zi waved goodbye to his teacher with his back turned, and then walked out of the room leisurely.

The old lady watched the proud disciple leave, and finally nodded with a smile, her body melted into the darkness of the room the moment the door closed.

The departure time of the search force was set at sunrise tomorrow, and there was still a week before Le Zhengling met these people.

Le Zhengling, who stayed at the supermarket, was being forced to accept Arthur's training.

At this moment, he was staring blankly at the sword in his hand, looking completely out of order, "So, why did things turn out like this?"

Two hours ago, he and Arthur were having a friendly exchange of cooking skills, and after the pot of stew was finished, Arthur suggested to him to do some exercise to help digestion, and he agreed without thinking too much.

Although he didn't quite understand whether one of them was a heroic spirit and the other had a physical soul, whether they needed to digest it or not, but the atmosphere at that time was so friendly that he agreed unconsciously.

However, when Arthur came to the exhibition hall on the first floor and saw the dripping weapons, he realized that the other party seemed to have premeditated.

"Arthur! You're plotting against me!" Le Zhengling only reacted when Arthur forced an imitation British longsword and the other side put on a stance.

"Haha, don't say that. After all, in our era, it was normal to have a few sparring performances after dinner." Arthur smiled and waved his hands like a nice man.

"Damn, you guys did this because you lacked recreational means back then! I finally returned to modern times! There are plenty of recreational means! Why do I have to communicate with you like this! I don't—"

"Be careful, I'm on it!" Arthur, who had completely seen through his real identity, slashed at him forcefully, not wanting to give him a chance to procrastinate. Of course, this was a temptation.

Le Zhengling twitched the corner of his eyes, turned sideways and calmly avoided the blow, and then said unwillingly, "Wait for me..."

"Yes, come again!" Arthur pretended not to hear, pulled and turned his right hand, and made a horizontal cut, this time the speed was faster than the previous blow.

Knowing that it was useless to say anything, Le Zhengling had no choice but to give up, thinking about entertaining Arthur a little bit, and then pretending to be injured at the right time, to stop this meaningless after-dinner exercise.

Arthur became more and more surprised as he swung again and again. He didn't expect Le Zhengling to be able to dodge so well. Although he didn't seriously attack, he only used simple and straightforward slashing skills.

Now he has slashed more than a hundred times, but he has not been able to touch Le Zhengling once. This is because he is constantly speeding up the speed of swinging the sword. Gradually, he also starts to be more serious, no longer speeding up the speed of slashing. Instead, stabs and picks are added to the sword path.

But even so, Arthur couldn't help admiring Le Zhengling dodging his now much more complicated attacks time and time again as if nothing happened, but at the same time he was admiring, he was also puzzled, because he gave Le Zhengling's long sword was never swung by the other party once, and it was placed in the other party's hand as if it didn't exist.