Magic Merchant Racial Anecdote

The night is like ink, and Rhodes City in winter is like a beast that has been eaten, spreading out the remaining skeleton, waiting for the condolences of the survivors.The faint lights of the street form a light curtain, just like the embellishment of a funeral, full of drama.

In the tall tower in the center of the city, Werther lay on his back on the floor paved with specially made insulating material, and slowly closed his eyes.His spirit stretched out as a peregrine falcon, soaring with strong wings, patrolling his territory.

Every detail of the city, every tremor was present in his mind.

The storm is coming, and the rain cumulus clouds are crowded in the sky, like a group of crows in a cage that cannot break free, screaming and rushing towards the peregrine falcon.

The smell of rain was so strong that it masked the rotten, foul, stale smell of the ground.Werther took a breath almost greedily. For a 'Dark Sentinel' who could smell a slight smell of blood several kilometers away, rainy days were rare days for him to breathe.

The city he guarded finally fell silent in the rain, and no longer gave out the smell that made him sick.Let yourself not care that someone is dying a few kilometers away; the perpetrator is dismembering the victim into pieces; the newborn baby is falling to the ground;

He finally fell asleep as he wished.

Then Werther dreamed of him again, in the deep blue waters.

He turned half sideways to face Werther, keeping a distance that was not too close or too far.There are transparent tulle-like decorations on the ears, and the body shape is between an adult male and a boy, and the lines of the back wind a graceful arc, which is unbelievably beautiful.

This is not the first time they have 'meeted'. Werther stretched out his hand, his fingertips slid across the silky soft touch, and the fragrance became stronger, like opal stone and lily of the valley, floating in the sea.

Werther knew that he was dreaming. The face of the person in front of him was so blurry that he could only see a pair of clear blue eyes.His red hair was like a flame floating in his heart, igniting his always calm spiritual sea.

Then the singing sounded, and the person in the dream circled around him, calming his mental sea.Werther felt unprecedentedly comfortable and secure. The unbearable stench lingering at the tip of his nose and the constant murmur in his ears disappeared, leaving only the smell on his body, occupying everything.

Only him, only him.

In the tower, Werther frowned so tightly that he loosened his brows and fell into a deep sleep.

***

This is the Rodley continent located in the eighth district. People living on this continent usually develop different abilities around the age of 12.

There are "sentinels" with extremely keen five senses and amazing fighting power, "wizards" who can perceive other people's emotions and balance the abilities of sentries, and ordinary people who have not differentiated their abilities.

And Werther is a special case in the 'Sentry', he is a 'Dark Sentinel'.

Usually, the abilities of the 'sentinels' are limited to a certain extent, and will not exceed the limit of their bodies. They and the guides work together as partners, and only open up their overly keen senses when needed.

But the 'Dark Sentinels' are different. They are born rulers, and their abilities have surpassed that of human Fan Tao.Since records began on this continent, only five 'Dark Sentinels' have appeared.

Lurking in the dark, they hold everyone's best-kept secret, and nothing can escape their senses.But because of this, most of them live in isolation, or stay in tall towers that can block sound and smell all year round.

Excessive ability is a double-edged sword.Their keen senses will make their perception infinitely magnified. As their abilities increase, any noise or smell will be repeatedly loaded and stacked in people's minds until they can't bear it.

If a 'Dark Sentinel' cannot find a matching guide before his ability is fully awakened, he will block his senses.Then he will inevitably fall into madness until he dies because he cannot bear the overloaded information.

This tragedy is a huge loss, not only for the Sentinels themselves, but also for the entire country.Because the existence of a 'Dark Sentinel' often indicates the highest force. They can launch wars, maintain peace, protect a city, or destroy a group.

This also explains the embarrassment that Witte is now facing.

Everyone in the sentry tower is trying their best to promote the combination between him and the guide, and even he himself can't remember which one is the one in front of him.

That's right, Werther is interviewing his guide, or in Tarry's parlance - 'blind date'.

In the over-industrialized streets, it is difficult to find a shop that does not smell so bad, especially for Werther.The store where he is sitting now is located in the lake park near the sentry tower. The store manager is a pair of retired sentry and guide partners.

The lake water filters the pungent smell in the air, coupled with expensive anti-disturbance facilities, it provides a rare resting place for sentries and guides with keen senses.Of course, this is far from enough for Witte.

He took a sip of the tea absently, the slight astringency in the tea was magnified, and he could even taste the smoke left on the hand of the waiter who poured the cup of tea for him.Poor quality smoke ruins the last trace of aroma of tea.

The young man in front of him is still trying to find a common topic, he is undoubtedly outstanding, just like the countless guides he has seen, his excellent empathy ability makes them better at communicating, listening, and even falling in love than ordinary people .

It's so refreshing to chat with a good guide, who knows what you want to hear without being too obedient, has their own ideas but also understands.

What's more, the guide in front of him is young and fits Werther's aesthetics very well.It can be seen that it took a lot of effort to introduce the Sentinel Tower officials they knew.

Even so, he still put down the cup in his hand and interrupted the young man in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't think we're a good fit," he said dryly.

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with the other party or anything else, he was simply stating the facts.Even though the young man in front of him is already the best graduate in the guide tower this year, he still looks vulnerable in front of his spiritual sea.

If the connection is forcibly established, it will be like trying to put out a wildfire with a glass of water, and there is only one way to destroy it.

The peregrine falcon in his head was flapping its wings anxiously, urging him.

Werther knew that, except for him, the man in the dream, no guide could soothe his spirit.From the moment he appeared in the dream, Werther had no choice. —he had to find him.

The young man in front of him didn't say anything, and left in a considerate manner.As I said just now, the guides are the most understanding group of people, even if they are rejected, they will not embarrass the scene.

Witte leaned back on the chair, pushed away the teacup in front of him with one finger, supported the table with one hand, and closed his eyes.His thoughts spread like a tide, covering the entire park in an instant, and extending outward.

The drops of tea poured into the cup in the next room; the water ripples caused by the fish swimming in the lake; the woman chatting with the stroller; the swing of the fingers when the baby cries...

The world is like a newborn cub, opening up all its secrets to him without any power to fight back. He searches along the path constructed by his thinking, crossing parks, towers, and main roads full of people. The river of the city has been going out until the edge of the city.

No... still can't find the figure in the dream everywhere, he is not in this city.

Werther withdrew his expanded thoughts and skillfully comforted the restless falcon in his mind.It's all right, he thought.He can take the initiative to find him until he finds it.

"Bang bang."

His thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the door outside the private room.

Werther subconsciously expanded his mental power, and 'looked' out through the composite door with the smell of rust and paint, but unexpectedly encountered a barrier.

The filter screen carefully constructed by thinking seems to be fragile but firmly protects the people outside the door from prying eyes.Werther sat on the chair and raised his eyebrows. He knew who the person outside the door was.

'Please come in. 'He easily bypassed the barrier and knocked on the person's spiritual sea, with a smirk on his lips, like a child who succeeded in pranking.

The door was pushed open violently, and a ferocious-looking man in his 50s walked in, almost furiously said to Werther, "How many times have I told you, don't spy on Sally's spiritual sea at will! You are Is it intentional, ah, you brat... do you know what privacy is, I put up a barrier, just to tell you not to look at it."

"Hey, long time no see, you're still as energetic as ever." Hearing this series of accusations, instead of getting angry, Werther's smile widened a bit. He leaned back on the chair and lazily raised his hand He greeted the man.

The person who came was the owner of this teahouse, and also Werther's former mentor, Sentinel Davant.

He had bright, piercing ocher eyes and was so tall that he almost reached the door frame.Wearing a soft woolen cardigan jacket and brown Oxford shoes that are incompatible with him, it is as abrupt as a brown bear stuffed into a flock of sheep.

"I'm not joking with you, you should be serious, let me catch you kid casually spreading out the spiritual world in my store, and see if I will let you in next time!" Dawent was so angry that Werther's attitude jumped up and down. , Blowing his beard and staring.

"Went, he was just playing around with me, and he didn't really spy on my spiritual world." Sally, who was standing at the door, comforted her with a smile, and followed Da Wente into the door with a cup of tea. .

Sally is Davent's guide. They met at the graduation ceremony and fell in love at first sight.After that, they have never been separated again. No matter on the battlefield or in life, they have supported each other for more than 30 years, and they have already developed a tacit understanding.

"If my feeling is correct, your mental state has become stable. Did something good happen? My dear Werther." Sally smiled and blinked, and asked happily.

"I'm going to tell you about this..." Werther briefly described his recent experience.

"So, you found your guide?" Darwent exclaimed in surprise after hearing this.The loud voice made Werther's eardrums rumble.

"Yes, he will be the one who will be with me for the rest of my life." Werther concluded, unexpectedly frankly.He squeezed the teacup to refill the new tea in his hands, his face was calm, and his tone was as firm as the earth turning and the sun rising.

"This is really, really... I thought, cough, I thought you would refuse to accept this fact, I mean, you never wanted to combine with any guide." Davent said slightly surprised.

Davent's worries were not without trace. After all, there were not one or two guides rejected by Werther in the past. In fact, since Werther's ability began to appear and he had the signs of becoming a 'Dark Sentinel', almost all of the Guide Towers Every chief in the school was rejected by him.

Restraint, rationality, gentleman, invincibility, this is the evaluation of Witte by the Sentinel Tower.

But now, because of a few illusory dreams, the sentinel fell in love without hesitation.It was impossible not to be surprised.

"Well, but he's different." Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Werther still couldn't help showing a little smile, and ripples appeared in his always stable mental sea, which affected the emotions around him.

Davent, who was used to Werther's thoughts leaking from time to time, hurriedly rebuilt the barrier for his guide to protect her from interference.

Sally looked up and smiled at Davent, who was standing protectively beside her.

"So, you are in love with him? A person who has never met but only appeared in a dream?" She turned around and asked with some concern.

"I think... yes." Werther said with an uncomfortable expression, but his tone was firm.

"Werther, my dear. I know you are eager to find him, but... you only saw him in your dreams, what if, what if..." What if he doesn't exist, but what if it's just your imagination?Compared with the carelessness of the sentries, as a guide, she thought a little more.She swallowed back the words that followed, unwilling to think about this possibility.

"He is real, I can feel it, and I will find him." Unwavering, Werther nodded slightly, with a certain deep, desperate determination in his tone.

"Hahaha, this is what a sentinel looks like, go find it! The bond between the sentinel and the guide is indestructible, and the guide who can establish a spiritual connection with you must be very good." Dawente, who was standing aside, laughed loudly for this Encouragement and blessings from the young Dark Sentinels.

The author has something to say:

This world is based on the background of "Whispering", in fact, I would like to come to an ABO, but light novels, my car will not drive so far hahaha ~ In addition, most of the perspectives of this world start from Werther, Alai will be late Come on stage, give them a little time~ Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-05-3118:29:42～2020-06-0417:28:20~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!