[Comprehensive] Opposites

On the way back to Rome, because the exhaustion from the battle had not been eliminated, the two of them fell asleep with their heads tilted as soon as they got on the steam locomotive. When they woke up again, they had already returned to a familiar place-Rome, the capital of Italy.

After getting out of the car, the two of them headed towards opposite places. The destinations of the two of them were different. One went to the mansion to find His Royal Highness the Princess, and the other went to the slums to report safety to his best friend.

"Hey."

Damon's figure paused, and a slender young man stood in front of him with his lips slightly pursed, his chin raised slightly habitually, and his crystal blue eyes were somewhat cold and stern.When Damon saw the young man in front of him, he froze for a moment, and a flash of surprise appeared on his face.

"...Arnold?"

The young man let out a soft snort, "Are you stupid just because you went out?"

Damon put his hands in his pockets, "I'm just surprised that you came to me in this form."

"I will appear in front of you because I have to." The young man pursed his lips. He looked very similar to Arnold from the intelligence agency, but Damon knew that the young man with crystal blue eyes in front of him was just A cover for a hypocritical liar.

"...What kind of thing is it that forced you to appear in front of me?" Damon narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and suddenly flashed a bit of danger and ridicule, "My teacher. "

"Christopher is not going to let me come to you in person." Apparently, Silla looked very relaxed, and it seemed that he had been hunted down by Christopher in the past few years without any damage, "I came to you this time...just for some small I don't think we can communicate well here."

The ever-flowing crowd would occasionally look at the two young men standing in the middle of the road.

"I wish you could meet me with another person's face next time."

Damon looked at Sira with a subtle expression, shook his head, and turned his gaze to another place.The 'Arnold' in front of him is Silla...Even though he did know about this, he still couldn't accept the fact that they could get along so harmoniously with the face of 'Arnold' - if it was Arnold, he would have taken it as soon as he saw him. Handcuffs hit him.

"Can Arnold from the Intelligence Bureau make my favorite apprentice so disturbed? He actually has the ability to disturb your thoughts."

As usual, Silla hugged Damon affectionately, and even rubbed her chin on Damon's shoulders. Damon felt that pimples were about to pop up all over her body.Sila's illusion is very good, there is no trace of using illusion on the surface, and it seems to be a perfect copy of Arnold's body.

Similarly, Damon and even the guy who is hugging him now is not that nasty liar, but Arnold from the intelligence agency—this recognition makes him feel inexplicably chilly.Damon quickly pushed Sira away, and Sira still had an obvious smile on her face, which was inexplicably inconsistent with Arnold's face.

Dimon looked away, "Stop making trouble, didn't you say you have something important to tell me."

Sira's mouth was slightly opened, and her crystal blue eyes seemed to melt into warm water, which was extremely warm, "Damon, you are really confused by this intelligence officer..."

"That's because I can't imagine that the guy who hates me so coldly and sternly will treat me so tenderly - the contrast is too great, even I can't accept it for a while." Damon opened the thing with his fingers Ra's head, platinum blonde hair limp.

Arnold's face is very familiar in some circles in Rome. Even if Damon and Silas just stood here for a few minutes, it has already caused a small commotion.They were probably surprised that the cold and stern chief of the intelligence bureau approached a person so intimately, and the person who was intimated pushed him away in an unusually unhappy manner.

Hey, maybe the head of the Intelligence Bureau has opened his mind and is planning to find a lover?

Last time I saw a good woman flattering Arnold, but she was rejected in the end. It turns out that Arnold likes it.

Damon heard similar words, thinking that if the poor intelligence chief knew about these rumors, he would probably cut off a pen and then pick up the handcuffs to hunt him down.

Silla had had enough trouble, knowing that the commotion would become bigger and more likely to cause trouble, so she simply grabbed Damon's hand and ran quickly to his nearest shelter.

Silas lives in Rome in an ordinary can't be in an ordinary house.

"Damon, have you noticed what you're missing?"

Sira removed the illusion cover on him, revealed another appearance, and asked Damon an inexplicable question.

"...Why do you ask that?" Daemon's face turned gloomy, "Did you take something from me?"

From the moment Damon grew up, he was wary of everyone who approached him. For a moment, he didn't think that he would be robbed of anything.

"How could it be... how could I deprive you of anything, do you think that anything in you is of any use to me?"

Damon sneered, and sat on the sofa, pinching the hideous-looking ring in his hand with his slender fingers, "I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, how could I know what you, a clever trickster, are thinking. I also I don’t think I have anything in me that makes you covet. Since you have raised such a question, I have to overthrow what I thought before.”

Damon stood up, walked to Sira who was sitting on the sofa at the other end, pinched the clothes on Sira's chest, "Teacher, can you tell me what you took from me?"

Sira keenly sensed the strong murderous intent emanating from his cheap apprentice, and Sira, who had astonishing insight, indeed saw Damon holding a slender sharp knife in the hand holding his clothes on his chest. Silla Blinking the blue eyes that are very similar to Dimon's eyes, "What do you think? I will deprive you of something... and I will actively run to you."

"I also want to know what I have that is worthy of your covetousness. Please don't fool me casually, I will feel very unhappy."

Sira just smiled, her blue eyes looked at Damon who was exuding murderous aura.

"Wealth? Body? Talent? Ability? Illusion?" Damon firmly believes that no one in this world will know his ability, but this does not mean that no one in this world can see it from his soul or his memory. An ulterior secret, thinking of this, Damon wished to kill Silla immediately and send him to hell.

"I can't tell you all, but I did take from you what I [already] wanted."

Already deprived?But his ability is still there, that is to say, Silla has not deprived him of his ability.

Damon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard what Silla said.

For Dimon, everything except ability is indifferent.

"Damon?"

Sira noticed Damon's momentary slack, and felt that this move was very abnormal.

"It seems that you have something more important than what I deprived, which makes me very interested..." Silla said softly to Damon, and Damon's body suddenly became heavy, and another Sira was The man leaned on Dimon and said, "I am suddenly interested in this. Obviously I have always been by your side, what important things will you get without me knowing?"

Damon's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Sira in disbelief: "...What did you say?!"

He never noticed that someone was following him!

"I've never left you... Damon." Silla let out a snort, thought for a while and said, "Since that exam started, I've been by your side all the time. If it's not more than half an hour, what can you do in half an hour?"

Damon froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, "No, you will definitely not be by my side for more than half an hour for a while."

Felice's battle lasted a full two hours.

"Don't worry about that kind of thing. You should have more powerful power in your body, but those have nothing to do with me. What I want has already been obtained."

"To be honest, Silla, what you snatched should be of no use to me. You don't have to tell me and deceive me for the rest of your life. Why did you come here and tell me about this?" Damon Said, "Even though your behavior disgusts me very much, it's more that I feel very puzzled."

"It's something very important to you. I deprived you of your identity to live in this world... Maybe if I say this, you will clear up what I took away..."

"……do not know."

"I'm taking the initiative to tell you... because one day you will need this thing."

"Then you can change it to me now!" Damon suddenly became ruthless. From the beginning, the ring he was holding in his hand gave off a chilling aura, and the air seemed to form a sharp angle that could not be seen through the naked eye. He slammed into Sira's abdomen hard.

"Sira." Damon sneered, "I hate people taking things without asking. What belongs to me is mine. Whether I need it or not, it's mine."

"The benevolence and righteousness of being an apprentice has been completely destroyed in the troubles you have caused me in the past few years."

"And did so many nasty things."

"It's still so rampant to run in front of me and shout."

Silla let out a muffled groan, and blood flowed from her abdomen, "You actually got this kind of thing out... If you use too much, you will be swallowed!"

"The Horn of Sin has the ability to pierce a person's soul, even to the point where it cannot be repaired. How far do you think the pain of the pierced soul has reached?" Damon looked at Sira with contempt, "This is what I started from the black Spoils of war in the hands of wizards."