Fail Demon King

Worrying if it's going to be as good as a Hefner or a Mason, it looks a little too lively, and this letter to you is very important: remember that big news I mentioned at Christmas?We changed our plans and decided to tell you before the summer break - although I expected you'd be a little surprised.Don't be shy, boy, this is good news.I hope you remember your childhood playmate, Little Sig, who was a nice girl..."

—Soon, Owen's hands were shaking so much that he could barely hold the parchment.

Tom's fingers had been tapping rhythmically on the low table next to the sofa, and he seemed extremely dissatisfied with Owen's reading speed--but in fact the poor man was reading fast enough--after another half minute, he He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you finished reading?"

Owen sluggishly threw the parchment aside, unconsciously fell on the broken sofa beside him, and rubbed his temples dejectedly.A length of spring popped out of a ball of cotton batting due to his movement, but he didn't feel it at all.

"Well," said Tom slowly, with a convulsion in his handsome face, his voice was elegant, but almost hair-raising, "well, Billy Stubbs, married under the unbreakable spell — well done."

—As soon as the old name came out, Owen knew that Tom was out of breath.

He rubbed his cheeks with his hands vigorously, and finally regained his sanity. Owen smiled wryly: "Merlin, you have read this letter, and my mother has explained that the damn unbreakable curse is eight When I was [-] and that—” He paused, picked up the letter and turned two pages, “that signed by Signus Burke, that she would marry me when she came of age, and said something I've spent my whole life with the idiot, the witness is Levins..." He groaned, "The adults found out too late, and it was too late to stop. God, I think that time the poor girl's teeth returned It’s not finished yet..." He buried his head in his hands dejectedly, and his voice became lower and lower, "But—think about it with your genius that day, Tom, it’s no use blaming me—you know...you know I didn't come from the starting station of the train at all, I was just an unlucky passenger who got on the train temporarily last summer..."

Owen's analogy was enough, but Tom's complexion didn't improve much. He seemed to have regained his composure, but his dark eyes were still slightly red: "--what are you going to do?" Gathering up the letter paper, he picked up the two sheets in the middle with his fingertips, and looked at them with a frown, "Here I want that Signus to go to your house for summer vacation, and by the way, discuss—"

"—Stop." Owen said with a headache, "Please don't say that word again." He tried hard to clear the fog of confusion in his mind, and suddenly had a little hope—the man sitting opposite was the Dark Lord, The brilliant Tom Riddle of genius, perhaps—

Owen suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Tom: "Unbreakable spell——"

Tom twisted his lips and said hoarsely, "No."

"...and I haven't even finished."

"Of course I know what you're thinking."

"Yeah, I should have thought of it earlier." Owen's blue eyes flashed, and he laughed at himself, "If there is a way to break the spell, half of the idiots in the history of magic who foolishly tried to verify this spell would not died."

Tom narrowed his eyes: "There is another way."

"No."

"I haven't finished either."

"It's clearly written in your eyes: 'Owen Scots can't make a contract with a dead man.'" Owen smiled wryly and touched his nose. "If you end up having nowhere to go, out of extreme selfishness, I don't reject you. As a pending option. But if there is another way—”

"Then there's only one thing left—after the hour," said Tom softly, interrupting Owen suddenly.His voice was calm and calm, as if nothing had happened, but it was because of this that it seemed all the more terrifying, "Go and marry that Signus."

Owen almost choked on the air he sucked into his lungs!He looked up, almost as pale as Tom, and his voice stammered with annoyance besides disbelief: "Tom Riddle! Damn... you're—what are you talking about—what the hell! "

The man sitting across from him looked at Owen silently. He raised his hand and loosened the silver button on the neckline of the black robe, as if it made him breathless.His lips were tightly pursed, and it was clearly written in those quiet black eyes: don't make me say it a second time.

"Don't be stupid!" Owen almost laughed angrily. What happened this morning was so unimaginable, it was like a funny and terrifying dream, but he never let it be at the mercy of him, "Your admirable work over the years Genius head off the chain for the first time - you think I'll go along with this utterly stupid idea? At least there's one more way, you know my soul can - if I can transfer it just once -"

There was a loud bang!A bookcase not far from them collapsed suddenly, and scattered books poured down and piled on the other shelf, making it also make an ominous, crumbling sound.

A fluffy thing suddenly rolled down the stairs at the corner of the sofa—Victor fell awkwardly on the sofa beside Owen.He seemed to be hiding upstairs and eavesdropping just now—Merlin didn't know whether he could understand what Tom and Owen said, but he was eavesdropping anyway—he was startled by the sound and suddenly fell down.

It all happened so suddenly that the little owl was so frightened that she forgot she could fly.

"Shut up!" hissed Tom, his eyes red as if from a flame, and his cheeks strangely pale.This man with excellent restraint finally didn't intend to bear it anymore, this time he didn't even bother to say those mean words that beat around the bush.He looked at Owen, and said hoarsely and decisively, "——No one wants me to take this risk again."

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The author has something to say: Well... please don't worry~ The fiancée probably won't even show up~ The next chapter will be resolved~ It won't affect at all~

In addition, Owen's little brother, Chaffee, was actually his father in his previous life~ so the relationship has no limit...

I wish you all a happy reading~

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97 A Big Trouble Solved

It's rare that Owen hasn't tossed and turned for a long time, but he stayed awake this night.Tom went out at noon for the first time, and when he came back at night, he saw a sleeping Owen.

—Of course Owen was pretending to be asleep.

To be honest, he's pretty good at disguising, but he's not yet confident enough to fool Tom.The bedside lamp was still on, and the half-turned "Classic Architectural Structure Design" fell to the ground upside down, as if slipping from his hand when he was drowsy.Of course, this is also an illusion that has been arranged.

There was a jingle at the downstairs door, which must have been the brass bell on the porch--Tom was back.

Owen lay on the bed facing the door as loosely as possible, closed his eyes, and actually did not dare to move, for fear that even the slight trembling of his eyelids would arouse the vigilance and suspicion of his shrewd lover.He heard the slight opening of the door, Victor's cheerful chirp, Nagini's hiss in greeting.But soon—probably stopped by Tom—these voices disappeared.

Tom must be getting closer. Even with his eyes closed, Owen could feel that gaze that seemed to penetrate everything.Finally, the man stopped and stopped by the bed.

It turned out that Owen had been right about it, and Tom was standing by the bed.He frowned, with no expression on his face, just looking straight at Owen who was curled up on the bed, motionless.The latter appeared to be fast asleep, breathing calmly and evenly, without the slightest quiver in his light brown hair.

"I think you can really sleep in peace," said Tom, eyes downcast, flatly, as if talking to himself, "I'm out to—if you don't agree, I'm not really going to kill Sig Nath Bock."

Owen seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move, but the ups and downs of his breathing paused slightly.

Tom took another deep look at Owen, then bent down, picked up the "Classic Architectural Structure Design" that had fallen on the floor, and half of the cover was missing, and added lightly: "—probably not I really plan to find someone to kill her."

Taking advantage of Tom's bending over, Owen stretched his legs quickly, and he felt that he was so stiff that he was about to cramp.And when he saw Tom's black head moving through the gap between his narrowed eyelashes, he immediately slowed down the movement, as if turning over unconsciously in a dream.

Standing in front of the bed, Tom didn't say another word. He looked at Owen with a complicated expression, and then put the book he picked up on the bedside.And all the while, he didn't expose Irving's acting, which in his eyes was as bad as ever.

After a few minutes, there was a rustling sound.Owen couldn't help but narrowed his eyes a little, and looked through the blurred eyelashes, Tom was gone.

Soon, Owen felt a person lying beside him, and Tom stretched out his hands from behind and hugged him loosely.

Owen remained motionless—of course, he was now a sound asleep.

Tom's breath was just behind his ear, and Owen felt that all the nerves in his body seemed to be concentrated in the ear pinna being brushed by the warm breath, which made him feel uneasy.He thought he heard Tom whisper "Good night," but it was so soft that he wasn't sure if it was hallucination.

Owen waited quietly for a while, and Tom made no other moves.He tried to sort out the messy thoughts in his head, feeling as if he was experiencing a goblin rebellion in his head.Of course he knew that Tom wouldn't go to that poor girl and throw the Unforgivable Curses at her without his consent, but he didn't know how much longer Tom could endure--and he himself would never be with that poor girl. What Signus married.As a man, it is his most basic dignity to freely choose who to marry, except for his former roommate, he has no intention of spending his life with another person.

But—wait!

Cygnus Burke... Like a flash of lightning, something snapped through the fog that hangs over the name!Owen finally realized why he had a vague sense of familiarity—Signus Burke did become Signus Skoe later, and her husband always affectionately called her "Dear Sigie"— —But she was definitely not married to Owen Rocks Scotch!

There must be something wrong with the unbreakable spell, you know--Merlin's fattest briefs, the witness at the time was Levins, and Levins' unreliability was always obvious.The more Owen thought about it, the more suspicious he felt, or——because of his appearance, the delicate balance of history was broken?This kind of thing is not new, as can be seen in Tom now and Myrtle in the past.

Owen wanted to turn around irritably, but suddenly realized that Tom was still behind him, and he immediately stopped moving.Tom's breathing was still behind his ears, calm and quiet, and Owen slowly relaxed, groping for Tom's hand on his waist.When he covered and gently grasped those slender fingers, his thoughts gradually became clearer.

...it could also be a trap.But is it true?This kind of thing is so absurd that it doesn't seem to come from the thinking of normal people, but it does have the style and tradition of the Scott family.

Owen pricked up his ears to listen to Tom's breathing again, carefully removed the man's hand, and got out of bed.

He glanced back at Tom, secretly relieved.Tom seemed to be really asleep—of course, even the Dark Lord needed sleep after all, and he hadn't closed his eyes for almost two days—Owen firmly believed that Tom could only show such an expression in his dreams, and his brow He wrinkled tightly, and deep lines appeared between his brows.

Owen sighed in his heart, really wanting to smooth out the unsightly wrinkles.But he didn't do that, and once he woke up the highly vigilant Dark Lord, all his efforts would be wasted.He finally just lowered his head and kissed the ends of Tom's black hair lightly.Victor was sleeping with his head covered on the high wardrobe, and was suddenly awakened by something. He was about to chirp twice, but Owen stopped him urgently.

In any case, Owen must go back and have a look. After all, this is his own business, and there is no reason for Tom to help him solve it.

He went downstairs and left a note on the sofa.He put on his traveling cloak, pocketed his wand, and walked out noiselessly, walking cautiously through the Muggle quarters before Apparating.

When the familiar Scott Manor, which was still lit, appeared at the end of the wide road in front of him, Owen took a deep breath, and a gust of cold wind made him shiver unconsciously—this place seemed to be colder than London.

He read an old password, and a dark iron door opened.Without any hesitation, Owen strode towards the tall square building.

——This night, the residents living nearby thought that the old house of the Donsko family was haunted.The Muggles had always thought it was an empty, dilapidated wooden house, but tonight the noises and noises could reach as far as the English Channel.

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By the time Owen walked out of the gate, it was already late at night. He rubbed his temples all the way and breathed a long sigh of relief.A feeling of exhaustion made him feel as if he had just returned from fighting the giants in the Balkans.

——It is extremely unbelievable that he actually won this battle.

Debner followed Owen step by step and sent him out of the iron gate.The old house-elf bowed, and moved his sharp ears worriedly: "It's really not necessary for Debner to send Master Owen back to Hogwarts—"

"No, Debner, thank you." Owen lied again, but having said that, the lies he told the Scorchers this night almost exceeded the total amount in half a year, so it doesn't matter if there is one more, " As I said, a professor sent me out of Hogwarts,"—the ex-professor who had resigned, "and we went back together. He was waiting for me in Diagon Alley."—in a Muggle bookstore.

DeBner looked relieved.The elf walked in front and opened the door for Owen: "Goodbye, Master Owen. I hope you will come home in the coming summer vacation."

"As long as they stop forcing me to marry Signus." Owen touched his nose with lingering fear.

"Don't worry, Master Owen, after tonight, everything will be revealed and everyone is happy." The old house-elf smiled slyly, "Actually——Miss Signus didn't want to, we just Received the howling letter from her. It was a little rude for a well-bred lady, but both lord and lady understood her feelings."

"..."

"Waiting for your holiday home!" Debner bowed again with a smile, he almost folded himself in half, and the tips of his ears almost touched the ground, "Debner will prepare your favorite fennel veal steak and fried herbs Cod."

Owen admitted that de Bernard's promise was tempting, but he had to go back to the second-hand bookshop in London to fry eggs before dawn.In a particularly satisfied state of mind, he thought that his cooking skills might rise to a very considerable level.

He appeared in an exceptionally dark alley, and roughly judged the direction.The street was already quiet and no one was there. I don't know if it was because of his cheerful mood, but the chilly night breeze didn't seem so cold anymore. Only the strong smell of alcohol from the bars that were open all night made him wrinkle his nose from time to time.

Owen was almost at the intersection of Charing Cross Road, but—the dim streetlights, the deserted street and the dark night sky covered by thick fog, all these seemed normal, but Owen was still very sensitive to notice ——

Ominous!

It's certainly not the unreal stuff that some damn divination class is used to refer to, this is the real, blazing sense of menace!The darkened window was like a mirror that was not very bright, but it was enough, not only his own figure was reflected there, but also a long black shadow that was dragging under the streetlight behind him!

Owen stopped in his tracks and stood in front of the window—the black shadow shrank back cautiously.However, Owen just adjusted the hat of the cloak as if nothing had happened, and then continued to walk forward.Owen didn't avoid his real destination. He passed by the old second-hand bookstore quite calmly, and even looked up at the faded signboard, as if seeing it for the first time. Some curious store names.

A vulture stood on a street lamp, staring down at the lone figure striding down the silent street.

If it wasn't for the premonition of danger, Owen would have laughed in his heart—where are the vultures in the Muggle block!I don't know if they picked the Animagus because they thought the cheetah would be rummaging through a bin in a London alley at night...

Owen decided to Apparate, but as far as possible from where he and Tom were staying.

——The only regret is that he will probably be late for breakfast tomorrow. He was confident that he would make the most perfect omelet and porridge in the history of magic this morning.

Owen strode into an alley, then out, and walked another block.He walked a rather winding road until he turned into the gap between two tall buildings, and the road became narrower and narrower—Merlin, he didn't expect that it would end up in a dead end.

It's almost time, now he can—

Owen was about to apparate, but suddenly a figure descended from the sky, the cherry red cloak looked particularly eye-catching under the light, followed by a red light facing Owen!Owen gritted his teeth helplessly, and took out his wand from his pocket to fight back.At this moment, he seemed to touch another thing in his pocket: round, cold and hard, firmly stuck to the inner wall of his pocket.

However, there was no time to think about it. Owen pulled out his wand and cast a spell casually, and the little man fell to the ground in response—at this moment, more people appeared from the void, and several spells were directed at Owen at the same time. Flying away is like weaving a sparse optical net.

With a "bang", Owen's wand flew high.He was nimble and short, trying to avoid those swishing spells, but in the end, two red lights hit him at the same time.One of the middle-aged wizards raised his hand to block a new round of intensive attacks, and screamed at the same time: "Enough—it's hit! Don't accidentally kill him..."

It was the last sound Owen heard before going completely unconscious.

"This kid took us a long way around..." A man with withered cheeks and thinning hair who looked like a vicious vulture said bitterly.

Another middle-aged witch seemed hesitant: "Merlin...but he looks almost like a child."

"Don't pity the dark wizard of the future, Leah," said another wizard in a gray cloak, coldly, as he walked over and kicked the unconscious Owen. I hate these treacherous and cunning guys with their eyes above the top."

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The author has something to say: Look~ the lovely fiancee has been dealt with~

Hmm... Although Owen was kidnapped pitifully, let's discuss the issue of customization happily~

Visually, there are still three chapters left in the main text, so girls who still want to customize it now, let’s talk about it~ It’s still more than [-] points and the jar will be opened~ There will be a small episode in the customization and the "Rules" written by the jar. Girls who want it Just leave a message and tell the jar~

I wish you all a happy reading~

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98 A face-to-face conversation

...the moist air...the ticking of the water.

The rotten mud, the faint smell of rust...

On the cold, rough ground, a special fishy smell rushed into the nostrils and went straight to the depths of the brain.Owen woke up vaguely, his nerves like a magic wand under a flashback spell, and the first fragments that flashed through his mind were those attack spells that almost illuminated the dead end as bright as day.

——This is too much fanfare, and the treatment is so high that he is regarded as some kind of high-level dangerous magical creature.

Owen subconsciously wanted to reach out for his wand, but in fact he just moved his fingers and didn't even touch his pocket at all... No, he was under the Disarming Charm, so his wand—

"Wake up?" asked a voice close at hand, seemingly just above Owen's head, "I hope you feel better, Owen. What are you looking for? Oh, I see - your wand, Isn't it? Here it is."

There was a soft "click" sound in my ear, as if someone was tapping the palm of the hand with a magic wand.It took Owen a while to force his mouth, his throat was as dry and painful as a knife file: "...this is a bit strange."

"--sorry?"

"I mean..." Owen coughed twice, and smiled, "I thought you wouldn't have my wand brought back, or just break it off—after all, you hate me so much."

"Hate you?" the voice said leisurely, as if he thought it was funny, but also seemed to comfort Owen, "Of course I don't hate you. From a certain point of view, I am the same person as you. Look at Merlin For sake, why should I hate myself?" He paused for a moment, as if examining Owen's wand carefully, and then the clicking tap sounded again, "Twelve and one-third inches long , rosewood, unicorn hair—good for polymorphing, but not offensive—”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright silver light flashed like a sharp blade.The light of the spell illuminated Benjamin's beautiful face. He squatted in front of Owen, his brown eyes squinted, and he just waved his wand with a smile on his face.Owen was stunned for a moment, and it took a while before he felt a sharp pain on the edge of his right hand!

Soon, a strong smell of blood spread in the not-so-large space, and Benjamin finished what he said just now with some regret: "Look, it's too mild—so it's not suitable for me. Fluorescent flickering." He Owen's wand in his hand lit up immediately.

——Excruciating pain!A warm liquid flowed down his wrist, and soon Owen's robe cuffs became sticky.Following the light from the tip of his own wand, he realized that his right hand was firmly fixed to the stone wall beside him by an iron chain; and the place where the little finger should have been had now become a bloody, bloody, Bare corners—one of his fingers was missing.

"I think it's gone out to look for food now, but it should come back soon after smelling the smell. It seems that my summoning is still not very effective..." Benjamin muttered, he clapped his hands and stood up, but he only Can bend over, "Damn, my legs are numb..."

--it?

The indescribable burning pain made Owen break out in a cold sweat, and he had to grit his teeth.Through Benjamin's figure, he saw a nearly oval round hole.They were at the entrance of a dark tunnel, and the depth of the tunnel seemed to be relatively spacious, but it suddenly tightened when they approached the entrance.The green and bleak twilight penetrated from the outside, and tall stone pillars could be vaguely seen all the way to the dome.

Benjamin was still swinging Owen's wand, he complained very dissatisfied: "Merlin, it's unexpectedly hard to use...I suggest you change it," he said to Owen very intimately.In the extremely dim light, Owen couldn't see his expression clearly, and could only hear him chuckle a little sullenly, "——if you still have a chance." He raised his hand casually, and Owen's wand drew an arc , fell out of the hole.

Owen listened carefully, and there was a soft "snap", and the sound of the wand falling seemed to come from the place below.It appears to be a hole in a high wall.

"...If you hear a sound behind you," Benjamin said lightly, he took out his wand, "I suggest you not to turn around." He turned his head and looked around, "The pipes are connected, and at this brightness Now, it's not impossible to accidentally see its eyes..."

Owen suddenly realized, his voice was still very hoarse: "—this is... Slytherin's secret room?" He paused, supported his body with his left hand, trying to forget the terrible pain in his right hand, "But I There are still a few things I don’t understand.”

"I know you'll figure it out," said Benjamin calmly, his easy-going smile disappearing.He looked at Owen without blinking, as if he wanted to see through the latter carefully, complex and hesitant emotions flashed in his brown eyes.But it was only for a moment, and soon his mood became a little numb, "I also know what you are wondering about, about why I can open the secret room and come here. You know—" He pointed to his head , casually said, "Who does my memory come from?"

Owen took a few breaths with difficulty, the blood was still dripping, he tried his best to raise his hands up, cold sweat had already flowed down his eyelashes: "...Tom."

"That's right!" Benjamin suddenly said angrily, his sharp voice spread out in the pipe, and the echoes shook.Immediately, however, he calmed down again, though the sound of his breathing became more and more rapid until it merged entirely with Owen's wheezing, "I should thank him for that, your—yours ...Tom Riddle."

The name seemed to have been chewed by him for a long time, with the voice of Billy Stubbs in the past, and finally flicked out from the tip of his tongue and between his teeth, the sound was very soft, but the emotion in it made Owen's hair stand on end.

"That's right, he created my memory." Benjamin smiled darkly, and continued, "I was warned at the beginning, but it's not fair, is it? He gave me the memory, It also gave me all kinds of complex feelings - there are yours in it, but more of his - with traces of sweetness or pain. Perhaps inadvertently, this memory contains his own I don’t even seem to know about it, and I’m almost half a Parseltongue... He deftly patched up the loopholes in this work and gave me another identity, making me seem like a person who has always been, always The ghost floating between the two of you, has experienced everything between you..."

——Merlin, Owen gritted his teeth and thought to himself: I hope it's not everything.

"I can see the gaps here. Sometimes I don't understand it, and I almost believe that I am Billy Stubbs... However, coincidentally, there are always some gaps in the middle of some events, but they all get To cover up and make up for it..." Benjamin gave a self-deprecating low laugh, he paced back and forth at the entrance of the cave, his voice became lower and lower like a dream, "Every time at that time, I would jump out suddenly—or as if I was forced to It was pulled out abruptly—and turned into Benjamin. I had a hard time smoothing it all out, and at some point, I realized that I hated the name like I hated the invisible but omnipresent Billy S. Tubbs... I don't even have a last name—”

He suddenly strode up to Owen, pinched Owen's jaw forcefully, and said softly, "You see, my dear Billy, this body, memory, soul - nothing is mine, at least originally Not mine. But I once had a little hope, a hope almost as painful as disappointment: I thought I was born to belong to my Maker."

"...This time..." Owen said with difficulty, his jaw was tightly pinched and he could not speak clearly, but he still forced a smile, "I noticed that you didn't call his name."

"Because I don't intend to share the same address with you." Benjamin frowned and said, "I've had enough, Billy, and if you've experienced it, you know it's not a good feeling. If possible, I would like to Do whatever it takes to get rid of your shadow," he let go of Owen and wiped the dirt from his hands, "-although I have to admit that talking to you is really simple and clear, like looking in a mirror, which makes me Felt much more relaxed."

"——But I am becoming more and more aware of the difference between you and me." Owen said quietly.A burst of dizziness hit him, and he tried his best to raise his left hand and press around the wound to stop the bleeding——Damn Merlin, it was another burst of pain that made people want to faint.

"As you please," said Benjamin rather briskly, bending down to pick up the pale, lifeless little finger from the ground, and smiling viciously, "Say, what if I show him this later? How about it?"

"I think it's a bit like poking a dragon with a fork," Owen reminded, "—you poke from morning to night, the fork bends, and the dragon is enraged."

Benjamin raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but he suddenly stopped.

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the stone wall of the secret room, as if they were getting closer to the stone door carved with two coiled snakes.This empty and narrow chamber is like a huge megaphone, amplifying all the noise clearly.

Undoubtedly, Owen also heard the sound of footsteps, and his expression of raised eyebrows was somewhat similar to that of Benjamin.

"...so fast?" Benjamin murmured in disbelief, a flush rose up his fair cheeks, and he narrowed his eyes gloomily, "Of course...I should have thought of it a long time ago, after all..." He glanced back at Owen one last time, and waved his wand casually, "Listen well, look well—if you can see it, but don't make a sound. Don't worry, I know I can't beat him," Benjamin finally grinned and smiled , "But pity my crippled soul—I just want to do what I can to keep him from having a good time."

Owen was completely speechless, his mouthpiece seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible hand.He stared at Benjamin, but the latter just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then walked to the hole and jumped, the black cloak was like a huge bat's wings——

Owen narrowly hoped that Benjamin fell straight down, but he didn't hear a loud noise of a heavy object falling for a long time, and there was no horrifying scream—well, this is not a great pity, because he Didn't have high expectations for it either.

Benjamin was probably waiting quietly somewhere below. Owen tried his best to take a deep breath, trying to restrain the dizziness caused by blood loss.The dim green light outside the cave makes the tall pillars that reach the ceiling even more eerie and treacherous, and the lifelike long snake coiled on them has a greasy luster reflected in the mysterious light and shadow that flickers on and off.

Owen wanted to vomit from the suffocating suffocation and the dizzying whirl, but his throat was brutally constricted by a spell.He heard the sound of the stone wall cracking, and a person walked in. His footsteps echoed in the huge room, and every step seemed to cause his nerves to tremble.

——Finally, Owen heard Tom's voice.

The familiar low voice, but the same familiar indifference is gone, a kind of terrible calm before the rage seeps out of the voice, and the slight trembling that is suppressed with all efforts reveals Tom's anxiety-although Owen suspects that only he can hear it come out:

"Good afternoon, Benjamin," said Tom softly, every word