Conquer the whole interstellar world with good looks [Entertainment circle]

It's getting late, the light is getting less and less, and it looks more and more gloomy in this dense forest.

The members of the mercenary group decided to camp here for a night before approaching the depths of the forest.

A mercenary squatted down and approached the collected firewood. When he was about to take out the flint and steel, he found nothing.

"Crap!" He frowned and cursed secretly, and the other mercenaries beside him laughed when they saw him, "Vincent, you forgot to bring your flint and steel!"

Vincent came in vain and took a look at the group of guys who didn't think it was a big deal. His eyes rolled around, and then turned to the black man who was sitting alone in the corner and looked out of place with the mercenaries. The robed youth stopped suddenly.

The young man in black robe sat under the tree, the long brim of his hat cast a deep shadow on his face, his figure looked thin and thin, not like muscular mercenaries.

While closing his eyes to rest, suddenly there was a rustling sound, the young man opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear.

He didn't speak, just stared at the approaching mercenary coldly.

Vincent was taken aback by what he saw. For some reason, he always felt that the young man's eyes seemed to be filled with cold air. Sometimes when he was close to him, he would feel unmotivated. Unspeakably weird.

Maybe it was his illusion, those green eyes seemed to be still bright and frightening in the dark.

Coughing, the mercenary shyly said, "Well, Dylan, I lost the flint and steel, aren't you a mage, can you help me light the fire?"

The young man didn't move, just hummed softly.

Hearing his voice, Vincent, who had a certain understanding of his nature these days, immediately twitched the corner of his mouth, and as expected, he heard him speak.

Surprisingly nice voice, but unfortunately the words are not equally touching:

"Vincent, have you lost your mind again?" The young man raised his chin slightly, with full dissatisfaction and contempt in his eyes: "This is a mistake you made yourself, I have no obligation to deal with the aftermath for you, I want to light a fire Re-think your own way."

His words were not very sharp, but with that expression, Vincent couldn't help running away.

He walked away from the young man in embarrassment, and heard the laughter of other mercenaries, Vincent blushed, and shouted at them: "Xiao Maoxiao! If you can't make a fire, you don't even want to eat tonight!!"

As soon as he said this, the mercenaries stopped their voices.

Even so, after half a day, the fire still hadn't started.

The mercenaries threw down the wooden sticks in their hands, looked at the rubbed red palms, and couldn't help complaining: "Which guy suggested to me just now...'Drilling wood to make fire'?!"

"Why don't you ask Dylan again." Someone suggested.

They were silent for a while, and then looked at Vincent.

Vincent: "...I don't want to go! I don't want to go to that kid to get angry!!"

"But it's because you didn't bring Flint that we all couldn't have dinner." A mercenary said.

Seeing his companions all showing fierce faces, Vincent felt a little sad. Under pressure, he could only go to the mage perched under the tree again.

As he approached, Vincent saw Dylan's upturned fingertips condense a cluster of fluorescence, illuminating the book floating in the air in front of him that was slowly turning pages by itself.

He knew it was magic.

No matter how many times you watch it, you can't help but be amazed.

Vincent gave himself some mental training, and then said a little embarrassedly: "Um...Dylan, we really can't start a fire, can you help me? The leader is coming back soon... "

The young man frowned slightly, and Vincent trembled in fear. Then he saw him shaking his fingers, and the light on his fingertips went out immediately.

The mage let out a breath from his nasal cavity, showing a very impatient attitude, and then he bent his fingers, and suddenly the group of dry firewood that did not move no matter how hard the mercenaries tried, suddenly ignited.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!!" Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Vincent's eyes lit up, and he quickly said to the young man, "Thank you, Dylan! Without you, I would really have to eat northwest wind tonight!"

Dylan didn't speak, but turned his head away, and his fingers pressing on the book cover began to tap rhythmically.

When the fire was lit, the mercenaries immediately got busy. Vincent turned and left without talking to Dylan.

When Aroy, the head of the mercenary group, came back, he saw such a scene.

Commanding the team members who followed him to put down the hunted prey, Aroy looked it over, and then said with a half-smile: "Vincent, you probably forgot to bring flint and steel again, right?"

The mercenary who was named suddenly froze.

Aroy didn't say much, and went over to pat him on the shoulder, but Vincent knew that this was the leader warning him not to do it again.

It wasn't until Aroy left that Vincent relaxed, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Then I saw Aroy approaching the mage: "Dylan, look at how many wild geese we hunted today. This tastes very good. Do you want to try it later?"

Vincent:……

Mercenaries: ...

Mage: "...gun..."

Vincent was pretty sure that the word Dylan didn't say was "fuck off".

The dinner went very smoothly. The tame goose exudes a very fragrant smell after being roasted. This kind of bird is small in size, extremely fast in flight, and extremely difficult to catch, but it is very delicious. Aroy roasted it while Sprinkle all kinds of spices on it, making the mercenaries salivate uncontrollably.

However, all the roasted wild geese were placed in front of the mage.

The mercenaries watched heartbroken, and the mage picked up the barbecue with a disgusted expression on his face, and ate it, while their wise and mighty regiment leader asked him if the taste was to his liking, whether he felt it was bland, and then persuaded him to eat it. He eats more......

Full of wine and food, Aroy stood up, stretched his waist, and then stretched out his hand to Dylan.

The mage looked up and watched him raise his eyebrows slightly.

"I want you to accompany me to a place, just the two of us." Aroy said.

The mercenaries watching: ...the commander can't hold it anymore!In other words, is it really okay for us to say it while we are still here? !

Dylan frowned, and when he was about to refuse, Aroy added: "It's about this entrustment. I found the crypt spider's lair, but with our current strength, only the two of us can go in without any problems. be found."

Since it was a matter of work, the mage didn't refuse any more, nodded and said "yes".

The members of the mercenary group felt guilty.

They even suspected that the head of the group was plotting something wrong just now, why did they want to ask the mage out alone? It turned out that it was because of the mission!Their thoughts are so dirty!

And their strength has hindered the leader!shame! !

Seeing that Aroy and Dylan left together, the mercenaries immediately started whispering.

"By the way, I still don't understand why the leader likes Dylan so much...Although he is really good-looking! But he is a man, and he is a mage!!"

"Is there a problem with the mage?"

"Brother, don't you know this? Have you ever heard a saying that you would rather marry a farmer than a mage?"

"what???"

"Honestly speaking, I have never seen a creature that is more difficult to get along with than a mage. All the mage's personalities are hard to describe! ... God, if the leader really insists on finding a mage to be with, then I, I will... "

"Just quit the mercenary group?"

"...I'll cry for him."

"Hahahahahaha, you coward, you have to cry, make trouble and hang yourself!"

The laughing and laughing voices of the mercenaries did not reach the ears of the two who had already walked away.

Aloy deliberately slowed down his pace, feeling a little uneasy.

Glancing quietly at Dylan who was walking beside him, he pursed his lower lip.

It was hard to find an opportunity to get along with Dylan. He had to seize the opportunity, and he had to restore his image in Dylan's heart to a positive value...

Their task this time is to clean up the crypt spiders entrenched in this forest.

A rare plant abounds in the Arran Forest, which is an important source of income for the people living around it. However, a nest of burrow spiders moved here a few months ago.

The feet and limbs of the crypt spider are highly poisonous. Once injured by it, if the toxin cannot be removed in time, death will result in serious cases, and disability will be left in mild cases.

The helpless people invited the mercenary group to solve the matter.

In fact, what Aroy said before was to bluff those members.

This is just a one-star mission. These crypt spiders have moved here not long ago, so it shouldn't be difficult to clean them up.

Stopping and looking at the white spider webs that had gradually spread out on the ground, Aroy whispered, "Here we are."

Dylan's lips moved silently, and then his feet left the ground, floating a dozen centimeters from the ground.

As they went forward, there were more and more spider threads, indicating that the distance between them and the nest was constantly shortening.

Although Aroy doesn't know how to use levitation magic, he can still avoid all the spider webs on the ground with his sensitive skills. Once he touches them, those spiders will immediately notice that someone is coming here.

The faces of the two suddenly became a little dignified.

Dylan said: "The density of this spider web does not seem to be caused by the newly relocated crypt spider."

Aroy's pupils shrank, and suddenly said: "Oops!"

**

The members of the mercenary regiment rested in the camp while waiting for their leader to return with the mage.

Suddenly there was a faint light on the ground, and all the mercenaries who were still looking lazy immediately stood up, quickly left the glowing ground, and took out their weapons.

The light suddenly became brighter, and then two people appeared out of thin air on the ground.

Vincent opened his mouth, and after a while he was stupid: "...I thought Dylan was the most beautiful person I've ever seen..."

His words caught the attention of one of the two who suddenly appeared.

The man with dark blue long hair turned his head to him, and then said in a gentle but inexplicably cool tone:

"You just said... Dylan?"

TBC.

small theater:

Scumbag author: To sum up, almost all mages are arrogant, need to be touched along the hair, and are easy to be glassy. ], although most mages are cute, they are basically single dogs.

Mage Dylan: ...

In fact, the scumbag author should have updated it yesterday, but he was visiting relatives in the morning and afternoon, so he couldn’t spare time... and the drive was too long, and he was motion sick all the time, so he just lay down when he got home _(:3J∠)_

Although a day late, I still want to say happy new year! =w=Send red envelopes to the little angels who reply in this chapter!Thank you for your support all the way!