Clow is perfect

In order to ensure that Phil's magic power is sufficient, including that there will be no mistakes when using magic other than fire, Mirror simply temporarily closed the trading shop that would cause magic power loss.Of course, on the other hand, there is also the reason why he follows Shibusawa Ryuhiko now, and from time to time crosses the ocean to meet Sawada Tsunayoshi, so he has no way to separate himself.

And if I can get the "book" that fulfills all my wishes and go back smoothly, I shouldn't need to use the trading shop.

hope everything is fine.

Jing sighed, perceiving the location of his other self in the distance.

Phil followed Fyodor to leave, walked through the narrow underground, got into a small boat immediately after coming out of the ground, and met a huge ship after staggering on the sea for a long time.Someone had been waiting on the ship, took out a light and shook the boat, and the uncle rowing the boat silently raised a small flag as a signal.

The two had an exchange in this way, and soon the ladder net was cast on the ship to leave room for passage.Fyodor got up and jumped up, climbed up, his clothes and hat were blown away by the wind, and he could only hold it down with his hands.Phil glanced at his movements, and didn't rush up. He waited for Fyodor to stand on the boat before using the [Shift] he had mastered to reach him directly.

Isn't it just the ability to use fire?Or is this some kind of use of fire?No, it should have nothing to do with fire.

Is it teleportation, or space transfer?

Fyodor began to speculate again in his heart, with a look of surprise on his face, he looked at the boy with red hair in surprise: "It turns out that Mr. Feier still has such abilities, no wonder the store manager believes in you so much. But what is this?" What kind of ability? If we can figure it out, we can move much faster."

He boasted that there was no trace, but he was actually waiting for someone to take the initiative to inform him of his ability so that he could put it into his plan.

Phil glanced at him, and said bluntly: "This method is only available to me. It is impossible for you to get anywhere quickly and use this. Maybe you can if you die." After all, the limit of [Shift] is non-living items.

Fyodor's expression was the same, and he didn't even stop for a moment. It seemed that he wasn't the one who was told to die. He followed the guide to the room prepared in advance, and asked Phil again: " If you say that, is it not Phil's own ability, but the help of others?"

"Almost." Phil followed him, looking at some damp wall panels and increasingly dark passages, and his dissatisfaction as the incarnation of flames gradually overflowed, "Where are you going? This place looks too uncomfortable."

Fyodor didn't answer right away. When he got to the underground cabin of the destination, he handed a bag of things to the guide. He watched the man weigh the weight, exchanged a few greetings and walked away, so he took his time. After closing the door, he turned and faced Phil who was puzzled.

While sitting on the moldy deck of the ship, he straightened his clothes: "I don't want to stay in this kind of place either, but someone who wanted to kill me issued a warrant, so I have to stay here. If there is a powerful supernatural person who helps me kill those who want me, maybe we can live a good life. Isn't it?"

Phil didn't answer, and sat on the other side of the bed with a frown, looking at the moss and seeping water in the corner, thinking about cleaning it up.

Fyodor was not angry either, staring at the red-haired boy who was sideways, and slowly answered the previous question: "Our trip is to meet a like-minded person, he is quite a talented guy, the power he possesses , will definitely help us realize our wishes. It’s just that he is far away abroad, and we have to bear with it during this time.”

"How many days will it be at the earliest?"

"About three days."

The red-haired boy got the answer and didn't ask any more questions. He squatted down and looked at the moss, stretched out his slender fingers, and ignited a cluster of sparks, making it jump and dry the dampness.

The bright fire light reflected in his orange eyes, as if a bunch of vivid candles were also ignited, as beautiful as amber stones under the light, shining brightly.

Fyodor thought of the many gemstones he had seen, and couldn't help sighing in his heart at this moment: What a beautiful child, I don't know what kind of interesting scene it will be when the firmness in his eyes is broken, maybe that will be even more beautiful.

Three days passed quickly. During this period, Fyodor, apart from communicating with the like-minded person in the distance through the computer, often tested Phil, from where he was born, how many brothers and sisters he had, to whether he had any ability to kill people, etc. etc., all laying traps in invisible daily conversations.

For example, on the first night, Fyodor, who claimed to be weak and sick since he was a child, asked Phil to help him roast the uncooked fish, otherwise he would not be able to eat it, and he might be so hungry that he would faint.Phil stared at him for a while, seeing the pale complexion and thin figure reluctantly believed his words, lit a fire casually, helped him turn the raw fish into grilled fish fillets, and by the way also put the fruit baked.

Although his temper is a bit hot, he will be considerate of others, that is to say, he hasn't encountered too many bad things.

"Mr. Phil is really a good man." The man with black hair and purple eyes came to a conclusion, eating slowly, and praised him, "We don't have the habit of eating raw food like Japan, so I always try to avoid it, but in At sea, it’s unavoidable that this is still the case. But Mr. Phil seems to be very used to it, has he always eaten like this?”

If you get used to it, you can guess where they have stayed or how long they have stayed in Japan through their taste.

The red-haired boy had already finished his meal in three or two bites. At this moment, a little spark was burning in his hand, making it jump from the first finger to the last one, and then back again in the opposite direction. He looked quite bored and looked slightly tired. : "Eat what you have, I don't care."

"Mr. Phil is really casual." Fyodor curled his lips slightly, "Then if you want to talk about your favorite taste, is it really sweet?"

"Well, yes."

"Speaking of which, I have always envied people who have brothers and sisters. Presumably living in a big family will have many different funs."

"Maybe." Phil changed his posture and became lying on the bed, "Mr. Fyodor, I don't want to have a good relationship with you, and I don't want to talk now. I hope you can maintain the basic politeness of your collaborators and stop talking gone."

Question-answering personality?Or are you taught to maintain basic manners?

"Of course." Fyodor didn't get much useful information, and he wasn't in a hurry, so he calmly said good night and rested.

This kind of conversation took place in the gap of three days, which made Phil feel that while he was talking too much, he was also getting used to the existence of this person.But occasionally he would follow his inner thoughts and set fire to Fyodor's clothes, hair or something around him.

For example, one time: "Mr. Phil always looks very arrogant, and he is very confident in his own power. If someone offends you, will you fight back with this power without hesitation?"

In this regard, he just glanced at it, and let the man with black hair and purple eyes ignite a few fireballs all over his body, and replied lazily: "You will know if you try it."

Fyodor would smile calmly, with a poised look as if he knew he wouldn't get hurt.

So in return, he took advantage of the situation and burned half of the dress.

Afterwards this problem will become less of a problem.

Three days later, the land Fyodor set foot on was an extremely beautiful island. The sparkling blue water in the sun and the random arrangement of typical European-style houses reflected each other. Every inch of color was full of exotic style, white The ships are swaying slowly, the flowers on both sides of the river are in full bloom, and the people passing by are also leisurely, which is completely different from Japan.

Just like when they boarded the ship before, someone gave them a signal again and came to lead the way without saying a word.

Passing through the high and low houses, stepping on the neat gravel road, going around in circles, and finally stopped in front of a very ordinary-looking apartment.

Fyodor didn't seem surprised, stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and after waiting for a while, someone came to answer the door.

The person who opened the door was a young man in his early twenties, with white hair and light purple eyes. What was special was that there was a dark claw mark under the left eye, like an inverted crown.He opened his mouth to say something, the language is not Japanese, probably to say hello, Fyodor also responded with a smile.

Then he took two steps back and made a gesture of inviting him in.

Fyodor nodded, entered the room and sat down in the living room. Phil, who followed him, was studying the language and remained silent.

"This is Bailan Jesso." After they all sat on the sofa, Fyodor introduced them to each other, "He is a very talented collaborator as I mentioned."

"This is Phil. He is a very powerful supernatural being, and he will definitely play a big role in our plan."

"Hey, it's a name I've never heard of before." Bai Lan tilted her head and extended her hand to show her friendliness, "I'm Bai Lan, are you also someone who wants a new world?" This time he switched to Japanese and spoke very fluent.

"Phil." The red-haired boy shook his hand casually, then wondered, "New world?"

"Well, that's what we want..."

"Bai Lan-jun, this kind of thing should wait until the reality, so it will be more interesting?" Before Bai Lan finished speaking, Fyodor interrupted him and said something with a smile.

Bai Lan opened her squinted eyes, stuffed a mouthful of the cotton candy on hand, glanced at the two people walking together, and nodded thoughtfully: "That's right. This is my secret, I'll talk about it later." Tell Phil."

"To celebrate our rendezvous, let me tell you something interesting?" He seemed to have thought of something, and proposed happily.

"Of course. I have always been interested in Bai Lanjun's story." Fyodor responded to him, and at the same time explained to the frowning Phil, "Bai Lanjun has the ability to see the parallel world and communicate with himself in the parallel world. Ability, everything he said actually happened.”

The red-haired boy nodded slightly, he was alerted to what the two of them were going to do, and it didn't feel like a good thing.

"There is a world that is almost exactly the same as ours." Bai Lan said with a smile, eating marshmallows with relish, "In terms of development, they are all the same. Even Mr. Fyodor over there is also my collaborator. Some of the other worlds do not have Fyodor, some do not have me, or a lot of mistakes made us have to be hostile, in short, we are united only in these two worlds."

"Except for one thing, it's not quite the same as our reality here."

"Ten years ago there was a singer named Kinomoto Utae. Her songs have been popular for a long time, and even have an influence on ten years later. But we have no trace of this person at all here."

"The interesting thing is that for some reason, Fyodor-kun and I got the secret of the singer and wanted to try to kill her, so we sent a letter ten years ago. The result was Nothing has changed, the existence of Diva has not changed."

"But I investigated it out of curiosity, and found out that we seem to have had such a diva here. Even though all her songs and programs disappeared, and she couldn't even be found in the video, she was still in some people's There are traces left in the memory."

"Isn't this very interesting? People who thought they didn't exist were actually killed by themselves in another world." The white-haired and purple-eyed man laughed, and there was a strong malice in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.