Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

"Margaret!"

Shouts came from downstairs, and the girl who was sleeping on the table suddenly woke up. She quickly stood up, swept the books, paper and pens on the table into the drawer, and poked her head out from the attic: "What's wrong?"

"Missy's dress needs to be pinched again, come here quickly!"

"Here it is!" the girl replied loudly. She rubbed her face vigorously to wake herself up, stroked the dark blue curly hair around her ears, turned off the small lamp by the table, took off her coat and walked down to the attic. It's cool, and you need to add more clothes when you usually stay.

The wall lamp in the corridor illuminates Margali's slightly tired face, which is as delicate as the facial features fabricated by modeling, and is still bright and moving. Those blue eyes are like green grandmothers, reflecting the bright light.

Following the servant to the cloakroom, the crimson dress was neatly thrown on the table, the skirt was as gorgeous as a blooming flower, inlaid with diamonds and precious stones.

"It needs to be re-sewn here, the waist is a little looser, and the eldest lady is a little-forget it, this can't be said, you can do it quickly, if there is a distinguished guest, the ladies will go to see him."

The servant had other things to do, and left in a hurry after telling Margali. Margali looked at the dress in front of her, picked up the needle and thread from the rack, and began to mend it.

She pinched the hem of the skirt, threading the needle and thread through the expensive fabric and her fingertips. Suddenly, she felt a wave of mental fluctuations, and the sentinel undisguisedly released herself, quite powerful and steady.

In a blink of an eye, the needle pierced the pulp of the finger, and a drop of blood appeared on the pulp of the finger. Margali suddenly withdrew her hand, subconsciously put her fingertip into her mouth, and sucked away the drop of blood.

There's a sentinel coming over, and... a good fit with her.

Margaret released some mental power cautiously, and a white cat with different pupils loomed on the table, meowing.

The sentinel seemed to be aware of her existence, and the tentacles came probing. Margali tried and responded for the first time.

The resonance generated by the fusion made her tremble uncontrollably, her emotions were interlinked, and even her senses felt like her own body. Margali could vaguely smell the men's perfume, the rather cold cedar smell, and the smell of wine.

She couldn't help putting down the hem of her skirt, and after a moment of hesitation, she quickly walked out of the cloakroom.

Margali hurried down the stairs, passing by countless servants, ignoring all suspicious gazes, she turned the corner, came to the door of the reception room, and rubbed her hands nervously.

Maybe this is her chance, a chance to get away from it all.

Margali took a deep breath, and when she was about to push the door, a girl's voice sounded from behind: "Margali? What are you doing?"

She turned her head, and the second young lady came behind her at some point. She was wearing an expensive black dress with jewels adorning her white and tender neck, which was her unattainable nobility.

The second young lady who had always had a bad temper stared sullenly at such a person who shouldn't be here. A bastard born after a maid hooked up with her father had the face to stand in front of her?

Margali was keenly aware of the sullenness of the second lady in front of her, and a plan was instantly formed in her mind. There was only one chance, she only had this one chance!

She gritted her teeth and made up her mind, pretending not to stand still, and screaming in a low voice, she fell to the second lady, stretched out her foot, and stepped heavily on the other's shoes.

The second lady let out a scream of pain, her eyes widened, she subconsciously raised her hand, and habitually slapped Margali, angrily said: "How dare you—"

At this moment, the door of the reception room was pushed open silently by the white cat with different pupils.

No one noticed the spirit body that suddenly appeared and disappeared. Margali blinked blankly covering her flushed face, and tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on the front of her maid uniform.

Everyone in the reception room heard the sound and looked over, including the man in a suit and leather shoes on the sofa. The sentry's excellent hearing allowed him to hear all the conversations outside the door. He was surprised and met those bright eyes soaked in tears.

Very beautiful emerald.

—Have you heard the story of Cinderella?

Although I can't wait to kill the two sisters with my own hands, but in the end... I still have to thank them.

After transferring to the long-distance spaceship directly to Capital Star at Yunfeng Star, Lu Jinchao put down his luggage and looked around for a week. The journey lasted for half a month. They booked a second-class double room with single beds and bunk beds, separate bathroom, and a small bed. Small table, small room, most of the time you can go to the lounge in the public area for activities.

Lu Jinchao: "Do you sleep on the top or the bottom?"

"Go up." Lin Xiaoming pulled out two pieces of clothes from the suitcase and threw them on the upper bunk. "It's more convenient for me to climb up and down."

Too.Lu Jin sat down on the lower bunk, and finally felt relieved.

He was also worried that Lin Xiaoming's genes and fingerprints would be altered after burning his blood, and he might not be able to pass the security check at the star station, but Lin Xiaoming assured him again and again that there would be no problem. Finally passed.

He was a little puzzled why, seeing that Lin Xiaoming didn't intend to say anything, he didn't ask any more questions.

There is a piece of the wall of each cabin made of special material, which will become transparent after pressing the button and act as a porthole. node transition.

Take advantage of this time to familiarize yourself with the environment.

"Let's go eat." Lu Jinchao suggested, Lin Xiaoming hummed, and jumped straight down from the upper bunk, "Let's go."

The food in the restaurant was good, and there were food specially provided for sentinels and taste guards, but Lin Xiaoming didn't eat these, he still didn't want to expose himself as a sentinel outside.

Lu Jinchao also concealed his identity as a guide, and in the eyes of others, they were a pair of ordinary brothers.

There is a large public activity area on the spacecraft, complete entertainment facilities, and a quiet lounge.

When he is free, Lin Xiaoming will read in the lounge. The preliminary reconstruction of the mental picture has been completed. He sorts out the clues and information he knew in his previous life and puts them in the attic. He will soon go to the real battlefield of Capital Star. The days of the journey Maybe it will be his last rest period.

The sound of the shutter being pressed attracted Lin Xiaoming's attention, he raised his head, Lu Jin was holding the camera, and smiled at him.

"What did you shoot?"

Lu Jinchao was a little embarrassed, and paused for two seconds before saying, "You."

Lin Xiaoming suddenly became interested. After entering Grenisu in his previous life, he never took any photos unless necessary for work. The nature of his work as a spy made him doomed not to leave anything that might reveal his identity: "Give me have a look?"

Lu Jinchao handed the camera to Lin Xiaoming: "The film needs to be washed out. I don't know what it will look like. It's been a long time since I used it."

Lin Xiaoming studied the camera, raised his head suddenly, aligned the viewfinder with Lu Jinchao in front of him, and pressed the shutter.

I took a picture, but don't know what it looks like.

Because of this, a secret sense of expectation sprouted in my heart.

Lu Jinchao was caught off guard by being photographed. He froze for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand to take the camera back.

"I'll go shopping."

Lu Jinchao left the lounge, wandered aimlessly on the boat, took some casual photos, and quickly used up a roll of film.

After he started working, he almost gave up all his hobbies because he was too busy and tired, and now he can finally pick it up again.

Lu Jinchao really likes the need to think twice before pressing the shutter, and the feeling of not knowing the specific content of the picture. Only after washing can you know what kind of picture you have taken. The special color tone and graininess of the film are all in the high Extremely lacking in the age of intelligence.

Five days passed like this. They left the Magellan Starfield and entered the Dawn Starfield. Lu Jinchao had used up more than a dozen rolls of film, and would chat with the people in the next cabin when he was free.

Lin Xiaoming has always been very quiet, and never actively communicates with others. When he doesn't want to read a book, he just lies in the room and builds his own mental picture.

The entertainment methods are limited, and the two of them keep the habit of resting on time at eleven o'clock in the evening. Every time the lights are turned off, they can always hear them turning over and the creaking sound of the double bed being unstable in the dark.

Lu Jinchao was a little uncomfortable when he was in the small space with Lin Xiaoming at the beginning. He hadn’t slept with others for a long time, not to mention that Lin Xiaoming was a sentinel who had a strong resonance with him. of binding heat.

His awakening time is too short, and sometimes he can't control the emission of mental power in his sleep, and he can't help but flock to Lin Xiaoming, as if the two ends of the magnetic pole are attracted instinctively.

Every time this kind of unconscious fusion will make Lu Jinchao feel some kind of illusory feeling, which will appear in the vague dream.

Not only sentries need guides, guides also need sentries, and the relationship between the two is not purely dominating and being dominated.

Lin Xiaoming must have noticed this too, but he remained silent as always, saying nothing, and his ordinary reaction gave Lu Jinchao enough comfort.

Lin Xiaoming's various reliable actions will always make Lu Jinchao forget his actual age.

The tranquility of the journey was broken on the sixth day.

It was lunch time, and Lu Jinchao and Lin Xiaoming were eating together in the dining room. When the spaceship bumped and almost spilled the drink on his clothes, Lu Jinchao quickly put down the cup and held onto the table to stabilize his figure.

I thought it was just an ordinary ion storm, but I didn't want the turbulence to become more and more intense, and I would remind everyone in advance that the radio did not sound.

"what's up?"

"It shakes so badly, oh my clothes!"

In the chaos, the flight attendants began to comfort the passengers. Although they also didn't know what happened, they still had a well-trained gentle expression on their faces, which made people feel relaxed.

Lin Xiaoming frowned, he listened intently for a while, and suddenly his expression changed.

"Someone came up."

Lin Xiaoming's voice was low, only Lu Jinchao, who was closest to him, could hear him, and Lu Jinchao was stunned: "What?"

"Someone is coming, quickly hide!"

Lin Xiaoming grabbed Lu Jin by the wrist, walked sideways through the crowd, and dragged him to another exit of the restaurant.

Suddenly, the spaceship shook with unprecedented intensity, tableware and chairs flew out in all directions, and even people fell to one side, and screams filled the entire restaurant in an instant.

Lu Jinchao couldn't react in time, and was thrown out. Lin Xiaoming held onto him tightly, and the other hand grabbed the railing, his arms tensed instantly, and under the strong momentum, they fixed the figures of the two!

Fortunately, the tables are specially fixed on the floor, so they didn't fly up and hurt people.It was too late to run to the exit again, Lin Xiaoming stretched out his feet and hooked the chair that fell towards a child and kicked to the side, let go of the hand holding the railing, pressed Lu Jin hard towards the neck to force him to lower down, and grabbed his short body Get under a table.

The next second after getting under the table, with a loud bang, the wall exploded, and the metal at the gap in the wall continued to melt under the high temperature. There was a mess all over the place, and he whistled with a gun in his hand.

"Star Thief!"

"It's a star thief!"

The screaming sounded again, Lin Xiaoming raised his hand to cover Lu Jin's ear, and immediately the gunfire exploded, and the muscular sentinel shot directly at the ceiling, suppressing all the sound.

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