Magic Merchant Racial Anecdote

As night fell, in the dark alley behind the bar, a brutal robbery was taking place, the blood soaked the dirty ground, and the graffiti-covered walls were solidified dark red.The man fell on his back, his dilated pupils reflected the 'tower' entrenched in the center of the city not far away.

The rampage took place less than three blocks away from 'The Tower'.This was completely impossible to happen a few days ago.Criminals will avoid places where there are 'sentinels' stationed, not only because they know that their actions are under surveillance, but also because of instinctive fear.

But now, without the 'Dark Sentinel' sitting in Rhodes City, sin and evil are walking on the streets unscrupulously.

At this very moment, the real master of the city, his guardian, is lying in the rickety first-class compartment of the train, accompanied by the smell of coal, dust and iron sheet.

Werther frowned deeply. He felt very bad about leaving his domain. After losing the shield of the 'tower', he was gradually being overwhelmed by excessive information.

He could smell the overly strong perfume of the passengers in the next car, the vomit left on the aisle floor, and the burning coal behind the car irritated his nasal cavity...

Disgusting, but not unbearable.

"Avery." He said the name silently, feeling his heart ache, his blood was boiling, cheers rushing into his brain, and his reason collapsed.

After that dream, he decided to set off immediately to find his little guide.Dawente advised him to wait a little longer, and when the spiritual connection was more stable, he would be able to sense the location of the little guide naturally.

But he couldn't wait for a moment, and his instinct urged him to start as soon as possible.

'Soon, I'll find you, soon. ' Werther thought secretly.He can't wait to see the little guide's face full of surprises, he will be very happy, right?Would you jump up and hug him excitedly?

Just thinking of these, Werther couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

He set off in the dark, easily bypassed the defense of the sentry tower, boarded the latest train leaving Rhodes City, and went straight to the place where the little guide might be.

The city was left behind by him, and the railway track continued to extend, heading towards the seaside.Werther leaned on the soft sofa in the carriage, analyzing the information obtained in the dream bit by bit.

As a 'Dark Sentinel', it was no difficulty for Werther to search for details, not to mention his little guide was so defenseless.

Obviously, his little guide has beautiful red hair, and his age should be between 16 and 20 years old. The place where Werther lives has never been heard of, and the information is not on the map, so it is very likely to be A small town or village.

The accent sounded like a standard Rhodes accent, clear and sweet... Thinking of this, Werther's thoughts drifted away, and he had to forcibly pull his attention back.

He has a high probability of receiving a good education, and his personality is so frank and bold, so he should be the youngest son in a family with a good life, at least not the first child.

In addition, in the dream, he was surrounded by the atmosphere of the ocean, so it is very likely that he lives by the sea, or at least has a close connection with the ocean.

Enough is enough, Werther showed a confident smile, he will soon find his little guide and bring him back to Rhodes City, which is his territory - and then they will unite until they will never be separated.

The train went south all the way, stopping occasionally, and passengers came and went, changing wave after wave.

Werther wakes up in the morning across the fields, and rests in the evening through the mountains, with sunshine, morning dew, and howling winter winds as his companions. Five days later, he finally arrived at the seaside city closest to Rhodes City.

As soon as the train arrived at the station, Werther in the carriage smelled a salty smell, the sea breeze was mixed with gravel and moisture, and the noise from the pier made him dizzy for a while.

He frowned tightly, picked up his wrinkled coat, and got out of the car with a small amount of luggage.

Unlike Rhodes City, this city is not big, and there are only less than two digits of 'sentinels' stationed here. Witte's arrival only aroused some curious 'looks'.

He unfolded his spiritual sea and connected to the loose 'network' in the air.These networks, formed by nearby 'sentinels', have also been used to pass encrypted messages during past wars.

But now, this 'network' is more like an ordinary message board that only 'sentinels' and 'wizards' can see.There are only a handful of useful messages on it, and most of them are small talk and advertisements.

[About the registration system for new sentinel guides], [Instructions for using the tower], [Let's take a look at the chief graduate of the guide tower this year], [Notes on the combination ceremony]...

Out of politeness, Werther registered his information on it casually. He carefully flipped through the messages, and heaved a silent sigh of relief after finding no news about the sudden awakening of the 'guide' recently.

On the one hand, he was mentally prepared that it would be difficult to find his little guide right away, but on the other hand, he couldn't help being full of anticipation, feeling that he would see him in the next second. He had never experienced such a situation. Worrying about gains and losses, the peregrine falcon in his mind paced back and forth.

This is just the beginning, he said to the peregrine.

The seaside was wet and cold in winter, and Werther found a temporary place to stay in a hotel room in the center of the town.He needs a solitary space without human interference, to be able to let the peregrine falcons fly in his mind, and capture those unnoticed information suspended in the air like larvae.

He leaned against the bed, trying his best to ignore the rotten smell of the wooden bed rails that had been eroded by the sea wind all year round, and his mental power continued to expand until it covered the entire city and reached the border.

not here.

Peregrine dived back into his mind from the air in disappointment, gagging at the information overload.Werther fell on the bed as if he had been knocked down, and it took him a while to recover.

"Not here," he repeated softly, skillfully soothing the peregrine in his head.

Almost without a pause, Werther retreated from the room and set off again.He went all the way along the coastline, and every time he came to a city, he opened up his spiritual sea, hoping to get a response.

When he passed the third seaside city, it rained.

Contrary to Rhodes City, it seldom rains on the seaside in winter, so Werther hasn't dreamed about his little guide for quite a while, or had a good night's sleep.

This majestic and timely rain relieved his nerves stretched to the limit due to the continuous expansion of the spiritual sea.He stopped, found a reasonably clean hotel, and closed his eyes wearily.

Maybe it was because of the proximity to the sea, or maybe the other party was also eager to see him. Werther could clearly feel that the speed at which he fell into the bottom of the sea was accelerating.

***

Eli knew he was dreaming again.

Obviously one second ago he was still in the ocean lecture theater, listening to Professor Steven's long speeches on the sustainable use of marine resources on the podium, and the next second he was in this familiar sea area again.

It has been almost half a month since the last time he dreamed of the dream lover Mr. who called himself 'Witt'.

He thought that after waking up from the dream, he would soon forget about this person.

After all, you know, it was just a dream.

But the truth is just the opposite, he misses him all the time.Whether it is on the way to the teaching building during the day, or in the middle of chatting with friends, or even when eating or drinking water, any relevant thing can remind him of him.

The dark clouds passing by on a cloudy day reminded him of those dark gray eyes, the bell ringing from the central tower in the evening resembled his deep voice, and even the warm water reminded him of the residual warmth of his palms.

The last straw that broke the camel's back came from the sudden end of the dream.After their meeting half a month ago, Avery never had a dream again.

Originally ignorant of understanding feelings, he got a qualitative change because of the loss, and the dream was constantly beautified, strengthened, and circulated in his brain again and again.

Avery finally realizes that he's in love with a fake character, a dream man.He was full of panic, not knowing what to do with this sour and astringent feeling.It was as if someone had grabbed his heart, causing pain all over his body.

Until today, he entered the dream again, dreaming of Werther.

Seeing him for the first time, Avery felt more fear of losing than joy.Even if they met this time, what about next time?After all, he is a fictional character only in dreams, and he will disappear at some point.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and turned his back, not wanting to see Werther.

Werther was pulled by a wave and swam to Avery's side smoothly.He wanted to say hello and talk to him, but for some reason, his little guide turned his back to him, looking not in a good mood, and even his fiery hair seemed to have dimmed a bit.

Is it because you haven't contacted for too long, so you are angry and awkward?There is really nothing to do with him, Werther raised the corners of his lips, thinking sweetly and helplessly.

"What's the matter, why aren't you happy?" He put on a soft voice, coaxed in a low voice, and was very patient.

Hearing the inquiry behind him, Avery wanted to insist on ignoring him, but his ears turned red in disappointment.What's the matter with this person, why on earth does he want to dream of this person so perfectly?Not only does it look good, but it also sounds so good.

Half ashamed and half angry, Avery turned around and gave Werther a look.

Werther couldn't see the expression on Avery's face, all he knew was that his little guide had turned suddenly and was staring at him with wide blue eyes.

In the blue sea water, the slender eyelashes flickered, the eyes seemed to be condensed with water, and the eye sockets were so red that they seemed to be about to shed tears.

"Were you crying just now? Who, who bullied you?" Werther gritted his teeth and asked.After a moment of panic, anger took the lead on the high ground.The peregrine falcon in the brain began to rush, and the part of the sentinel in the body roared to come out.

But the next second, everything was quiet.

"I hope you are real, not just appearing in a dream." Avery murmured, he leaned closer to Werther, carefully put his forehead against his shoulder, and wrapped his hands around his back, that is A little hug.

With this embrace, the spiritual connection between them is deepening, the sounds of the beating hearts are being synchronized, forming an unbreakable bond.

This time, Werther finally saw the whole picture of Avery.

He lowered his head while maintaining a hugging posture, wanting to take a closer look at Avery's loose red hair.But unexpectedly, he saw the translucent ornament in his hair that he thought was an earring, slowly turning red because of embarrassment.

Werther blinked, and looked down the neck all the way, gliding past the narrow waistline outlined by the underclothes. Below that... was a huge cobalt blue fish tail, swaying slightly in the water, forming a A circle of water patterns.

At that moment, he realized that maybe his little guide wasn't human.Almost subconsciously, he pushed Avery away to get a closer look at him.

But the move sent Avery the wrong signal.

Dream, are you going to wake up?When is the next time you dream about him?Will we never meet again?In the final analysis, it was his own problem. Why did he dream in the first place?Well now, he's about to lose love.

The underage mermaid guide tasted the taste of wanting for the first time, his mind went blank, and he was overwhelmed by uncontrollable emotions, which infected his 'sentinels' through the connection

Werther's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and he felt Eli's emotions, such strong prayer, pain and despair.He wants to see him too, and they are attracted to each other.

This thought hit Werther, and all the hesitation, fear, and bewilderment that just flooded into his mind disappeared.So what if his little guide wasn't human?

He doesn't care if he's human or not, as long as he exists.

But now, his little guide is in an unknown seabed, looking forward to meeting him.

The author has something to say:

Werther: Wait, I'll go find you in the sea!

Avery: When I wake up from the dream, he's gone...

Me: It's all over, you are not in the same world at all.

Ah Lai will appear in the next chapter, Hong Niang, this time it is really a marriage of thousands of miles~