Mage's Secret

When he heard Traphael's question, Murphy was not surprised or wary, but had a feeling of "as expected".He turned his head and looked at Traphael with a half-smile, and asked, "What about the devil world? What do you want to know?"

Traphael just held on to the staff, still looking into the distance, and said casually: "As you please." It seemed that he really just brought up a topic casually.

Murphy looked at him for a while, and couldn't see anything from the mage's indifferent side face. Then he turned his gaze back to the flower field and said, "In the demon world, there are no such creatures."

What he was talking about was this large piece of sleeping spring flowers. Traphael glanced at him, then turned his eyes away and listened quietly to what he said.

"All creatures use all means to survive. Beauty and ostentation are always equal to danger. Creatures that seem innocent and harmless are often unexpectedly deadly." Murphy said, his tone did not fluctuate, there was no Nostalgia for his hometown and no loathing for such a cruel place, even when ordinary people talk about the weather, they contain more emotions than when he talks about the devil world, he is calm as if talking about anything that has nothing to do with him.

"So in order to survive, you demons should all have very strong abilities." Traphael followed his words, "For example, your gun?"

He was referring to the black gun that Murphy used as a weapon when he attacked the paladin, but then disappeared.Trafael has always been curious about it, but he has been worrying about Murphy's injury during this time, and he didn't find the right time to ask.

Murphy showed an evil but seductive smile when he heard the words: "My ability... is really strong, which gun are you asking about?"

"How many guns do you have?" Traphael didn't understand the evil meaning in Murphy's tone, so he immediately asked inexplicably, but soon he realized it in Murphy's pointed smile.So his face quickly darkened, he turned to face Murphy, narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "I don't like your jokes, please show me some respect."

Trafael was half a head shorter than Murphy, and the two stood very close. At this time, he raised his head slightly in order to look directly into Murphy's eyes.Murphy has always felt that Traphael's serious attitude is a bit pretentious, but at this time, he doesn't know if it's because he is in a good mood, but he actually thinks that Traphael's stern face is quite pleasing to the eye from this angle.

So instead of restraining himself, he continued to speak obscene words: "I'm not joking, I'm serious. In fact, your question is very simple. My... gun, you will know after you try it."

Traphael took a step back, his brows were tightly knit together, and his face began to flush, as if he was about to get angry.

Murphy laughed. The feeling just now was not an illusion. He really thinks that Traphael is more interesting when his mood fluctuates greatly, such as now, such as the fearful appearance during the festival, such as the panicked appearance when they met for the first time , much more interesting than Raphael's usual indifference.

Seeing Murphy's smile, Traphael suppressed the anger that was about to explode, and asked in a low voice: "Are you making me angry? What good does it do you to make me angry?"

Seeing that Traphael had controlled his emotions, Murphy secretly thought it was a pity, spread his hands and said with a smile: "I can't say the benefits, it's probably more interesting this way."

It was the evil taste of the devil again, Traphael took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down his displeasure.Just wait until you get used to it, he said to himself, help Murphy find his brother as soon as possible, and then he can be sent away.

When his mood gradually calmed down, Traphael returned to his indifferent appearance. He turned his back to Murphy and said, "Let's go." Then he walked towards Bogu Town.

But Murphy didn't follow up immediately, his voice sounded behind Traphael: "Are you going to leave like this?"

"What are you going to do?" Traphael turned around and looked at him. Apart from this flower field, there was no other scenery worth seeing nearby. Could it be that Murphy hasn't seen enough of this single variety of sleeping spring flowers?

"Your question just now," Murphy said, seeing Traphael's displeasure, his mood suddenly improved for some reason, "Some things are inconvenient for you to see when they enter the town."

What he said was quite ambiguous, coupled with what he just said, Traphael became vigilant.If Murphy was going to do something, Traphael clenched his staff tightly, and quickly flashed a few short offensive spells in his mind, ready to throw it at Murphy at any time.

Surprisingly, however, Murphy didn't do anything nasty.His expression became serious, and his black pupils gradually turned a dull red.The evil aura that was well hidden by him began to overflow, and the surrounding air became unstable. The birds staying on the treetops not far away were frightened and flew away, and Traphael also felt a little danger.He stared closely at Murphy, and his vigilance was gradually replaced by curiosity.

At this moment Murphy moved, he raised his hand and pressed it on the back of his neck, and then slowly, a black long gun that exuded evil and danger was pulled out from behind him.

The body of this gun was longer than Murphy's height, and it was completely black. There were twisted patterns on the handle that looked like magic patterns. Other than that, this long gun had nothing that could be regarded as decoration.

Under Murphy's signal, Traphael walked up to him and observed the long gun at close range, only to find that the gun body and the handle were not connected, and that every part of the gun was integrated.The runes on the gun were different from any magic pattern he knew. He stretched out his hand and touched the handle of the gun lightly. The touch from his fingertips was warm but not cold. It was not like metal but more like wood, but But much harder than wood.

Traphael's eyes were attracted by the spear, but he still remembered that when Murphy pulled out the gun just now, he didn't feel any familiar magic fluctuations related to space spells, so he looked up at Murphy, Asked: "Is the spell you just took out of this gun a space-like spell from the Demon Realm?"

Murphy was observing him when Traphael observed Murphy's spear.Every time Murphy approached him before, he would quickly move away or push Murphy away.This was the first time he took the initiative and got so close to Murphy unsuspectingly - if not counting the time when Traphael took him away from the paladin and healed him.

The mage's well-groomed short black hair clung to his ears and back, looking so soft that Murphy almost wanted to reach out and touch it.

At this moment, Traphael suddenly raised his head to look at Murphy, who was studying his hair one second, and crashed into a pair of gentle brown eyes the next.Murphy didn't react for a moment. Seeing Traphael's eyes full of doubts and scrutiny, he suddenly came back to his senses: "What?"

Seeing his bewildered look, Traphael sighed and repeated his question again.

This time Murphy heard his words clearly, he shook his head, and said in a somewhat coquettish tone: "I didn't put this gun away, it's always on me."

Traphael couldn't understand this sentence right away, but he recalled Murphy's actions just now, and suddenly remembered the bright red mark on the spine that Murphy had shown him.

"Your family imprint?" Traphael asked tentatively.

"That's right," Murphy nodded and admitted, "This is one of the bloodline spells unique to my family."

Although the humanoid intelligent creatures in the demon world are collectively referred to as demons, in fact, if they are strictly subdivided, almost different families cannot be counted as the same species.

"Because bloodlines are different, different bloodlines contain different magical powers, and even different bloodlines reproduce in different ways." Murphy explained to Traphael, "so every family has its own bloodline spells, this branch The gun is the iconic blood spell of my Norber family, and it is also my special weapon."

Seeing Traphael lower his head to look at the spear again, Murphy stretched out the spear in front of him, motioning him to take it.Although Trafael was puzzled, he still took the gun from Murphy.

To Traphael's surprise, this gun was quite light, even lighter than his staff, and even a mage whose physique could almost be called "weak" could easily wield it with one hand.But I don't know if it was an illusion, but Traphael always felt that after the gun left Murphy's hands, the danger and evil power contained in it were slowly dissipating.

"You can hit me with it," Murphy said.

Hearing that Traphael was not polite to him, he raised his hand and pointed the tip of the gun at Murphy.But the moment the spear touched Murphy's body, it turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air.

"This is a weapon condensed from my own blood power, so it can't hurt me," Murphy said.

"So it is indeed a product of magic?" Traphael looked down at the empty left hand that had just held the gun, with a faint smile on his face, "It's really interesting."

"Are you satisfied now?" Murphy asked jokingly.

It was this uncomfortable tone again, Traphael looked up at him, his brows were slightly frowned, but soon relaxed. "Nice spell indeed," he said. "Thank you very much. May I go back now?"

He was a little surprised to hear the mage thanking Murphy. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Traphael. Traphael looked back calmly, and Murphy nodded.

Just as Traphael was about to walk down the hill, Murphy's voice suddenly sounded again: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Traphael turned around again helplessly and asked.

Murphy answered him with actions - he jumped down to the low-lying place, and his body lightly landed in the flower field. He bent down and picked a palm-sized pink sleeping spring flower, then turned around and returned after a few ups and downs on the stone wall. to Traphael.

Traphael looked at the flowers in the hands of the demon, and was suddenly speechless.