good luck space magician

Walker became embarrassed again for a while. He was not good at finding topics, and he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, little friend~" Boris put his hand on Valk's shoulder naturally, and there were only four words on the baby's face—bad intentions, "Isn't the original decision right? Isn't Kastner interesting?"

"I'm almost sixteen! I've grown taller!" Walker, who has always been concerned about his height, whispered, holding Burris' wrist in dissatisfaction, but he couldn't pull it away, "Hey!"

"Okay, Burris, don't be angry." Eden glanced at the silent Achill, with a calm tone, "There are also many mercenaries who keep their identities secret, and this business is not An Sheng."

Valker shook his hands vigorously, and looked up at the three of them carefully.Achill didn't play around boldly, and he was quiet like him at all; although Eden still had a gentle feeling, there was something...something wrong; and Burris, who was riding him, was making trouble with him as usual, and he couldn't see why up.Walker knew that he had always been insensitive to other people's emotions, but he knew that Eden meant that Burris was angry?

It's wrong to be curious, especially about other people's private affairs; but Valcke doesn't want to be in an environment where the atmosphere is weird, "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Boris smiled and pinched Valk's shoulder, "My little friend, call me Boris." Facing Valk's dissatisfied expression and caring eyes, he pursed his lips, "Okay, it seems that you are about to catch up with me You're already tall, so I won't call you a kid from now on."

"What happen to you guys?"

"Actually, it's nothing. Dylan has been with us for more than three years, and he has concealed his identity a bit." Eden sighed.

Dylan is the prince.Walker understood that Burris, Achill, and Eden were all straightforward people, and they were not happy to hide their identities from their companions who had been together for three years. After all, there was a feeling of distrust.It's not wrong for Dylan to keep his sensitive identity secret, but it's inevitable that he will be dissatisfied when he meets a teammate who can be regarded as a life-and-death teammate.

The three of them stopped talking, and Walker also remained silent. After a while, he clapped his hand on the back of Burris's hand with a crisp "snap", "How long are you going to hang out, it's hot."

"Stingy." With a mutter, Boris touched the back of his red hand, "Valker, are you also from the employer?" He raised his head and nudged the "high-level circle" in front of him, "Which one is your father? Hey, Speaking of which, it was your father who teased you, right? He seems to be an interesting person."

"I just followed him. He was called to help." Walker pointed at the handsome man with the same hair color who was smiling brightly in the crowd, "That guy who laughed so badly."

"Pfft, brat, be polite, be polite!" Achill rubbed Valk's head with his big hand, "But you don't look alike."

"I don't look like my mother either." Shrugging his shoulders, Valk nodded, "Mom is also very beautiful." He himself looks similar to his previous life, ordinary but pleasing to the eye.

"It's nothing good to look too good-looking." Boris patted Walker casually, "Speaking of which, there are so many people this time." He glanced around, "It's a big task."

"The Temple of Caesars, there are many people who have found the outer area, but they have not successfully entered it yet." Eden explained to the puzzled Walker, "It is said that there are not only treasures in it, but the most important thing is miracles."

"miracle?"

"Be able to convey the voice to the gods." Eden told Valker to look at the team in the crowd wearing white sacrificial uniforms, "The Holy Court is the only organization that can announce the oracle, and the priests represent the power of light—the power of the gods, and serve the gods." The devout priests can talk to the gods, which is called a miracle. But if the Caesars Temple can be opened, although I don’t know which ancient god is left inside, the mainland will be more lively anyway.”

"How long has that temple existed?" Valk is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he still believes in ghosts and gods; what's more, the magic power in this world is magical, and there are wars between gods and demons in the history of the mainland.In fact, Walker has always felt that although the records of the ancient scrolls have never mentioned the God of Luck, there must be such a God in this world—he is the best proof that he has always been favored.

"If it's really a temple, it should have existed since before the war of gods and demons. It was only two or three hundred years ago that I discovered that place."

Hearing Eden use "just" to describe it, Valker couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional about this terrifying world where the average human life expectancy is [-] years old.

"At first, the mercenaries who escaped from the chasing and killing of monsters accidentally broke into the outside of the temple and found it. Although they didn't find the way in when they went back later, the existence there spread like this. Other more experienced The large mercenary group later discovered the strangeness of the temple - the entrance is uncertain. This time you enter from here, the next time the road will be closed; in short, luck is very important. There were three mercenary groups who set off at the same time , from different places accidentally entered the outer part of the temple and met; also for two or three years, no one found the temple. I just know that it must be in that area."

Luck is very important-these five words suddenly flashed a dazzling light, and he understood why his father brought him to participate in this expedition.In terms of luck, probably maybe possible, no one can match him.

"That is to say, it may not be possible to successfully explore this time? And maybe you can't even see the shadow?"

"Correct answer." Achill said.

Walker turned his head to look at his dad who was chatting happily over there, and curled his lips—it was designed, and it must be designed again.

"Valker, how about following us? It must be very boring to watch your father~ experience, you must integrate into the army like us, and it will be interesting to do everything by yourself!" Boris mysteriously bowed his head and leaned towards Valker He whispered in his ear, "It will be fun to follow us~"

"Okay." Walker nodded, and agreed without saying a word, but made Burris, who seemed to be ready for a bunch of speeches, choke.

"Haha, good boy!" Achill seemed to have regained his mood, and nodded happily, "That's right, you can't learn much from the old men in front, come, let us teach you what a real mercenary should do." What!"

Gentlemen?Walker turned his head to look over there, no matter whether it was his father, Dylan, Fred (roommate) or a few others, they are not old.But speaking of their special identities, maybe this word can also be used?Imagine the image of Raymond calling Juraj "Master". It's scary.

"Son~" Just as the scary picture in my mind was brushed away, the voice of the main character in the picture drifted into my ears, "Son~ Obediently follow daddy~"

Turning his head, that handsome man with a bright smile on his face, and that tone of voice that made one's skin crawl...it's too embarrassing.

"Uncle, you are Valk's father? Don't worry, we will take good care of him!"

uncle?Walker stared at Boris who was "talking wildly" with his eyes wide open. This is called talking nonsense with his eyes open.Although the unscrupulous father is indeed in his fourth year, but this handsome appearance is only in his twenties, and he can be described as an uncle...

"Oh~ thank you, kid, I will take good care of my dear Valk." Jurai put his hands on Valk's waist very naturally, hugged his son with a light hook, and bent over contentedly Rubbing against Valk's face, "Honey, you have to trust Dad~absolutely~absolutely...better than the kid next to you."

The flames of war are burning... Four words popped out of Valk's mind in a daze, "Hey, let go." But the feeling on his face made him react quickly, and he struggled to be treated like a child. The arms around the waist tightened. "Raymond!"

"Choke!" "Hey!" "Hiss! Bang", someone grabbed his arm suddenly, Valk's eyes blurred, the sound of the sword blade being unsheathed was accompanied by several collisions, and the next moment he was standing safely on his feet .