I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Inside the castle.

The city wall was cracked, the pavilions were mottled, and under the tree in front of the flowers, a short-haired blond girl, dripping with sweat, was holding a blunt sword of a knight without a sharp edge, meticulously slashing in front of her.

Split, hold, chop, lift, horizontal, stab, block.

She practiced the most basic movements over and over again. The heavy sword made of pure iron seemed to be an unbearable burden for her when she was young. Her five fingers were wrapped with gauze, and there was a lot of blood on the gauze, because Her young and delicate skin was not able to withstand the violent friction of swinging the sword, so the skin was abraded. Moreover, the wrist she held the sword was red and swollen, and every time she swung the epee, both arms of the girl trembled slightly from pain and exhaustion.

The girl did not know that her every move was under the watchful eyes of "Uncle GM" and "Aunt War Knight", so she practiced for two hours while gritted her teeth and dripping sweat.

Yi Rin popped out the barrier, and in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were almost "invisible".

"Have you practiced like this before?" Yi Rin pointed at the silly girl in the courtyard of the castle strangely.

It's not bad if you don't let people rubbish.

"Is there a problem?" Milian raised her face, but after a while, her face became a little more frustrated. Obviously now, she can clearly see that there is a big problem with the way she practiced swords when she was young, not only efficiency It's easy to fall down and hurt, Milian nodded helplessly: "Yes."

Yi Rin's mouth twitched: "It's quite simple."

Milian: "Rin, I don't think you're complimenting me."

"You can think so."

Irene smiled.

When the two men and widows were bickering in the enchantment, an elderly butler came from the corridor holding a delicate tray, neatly folded clean handkerchiefs in the tray, and a cup served in a goblet of clear water.

"Master Pendragon, it's time to rest."

"OK."

The heavy sword was unable to let go, and smashed into the courtyard, smashing out a thick layer of dust. The girl picked up a clean handkerchief with her gauze-covered hand and wiped the sweat from her face: "I'll practice for a while."

"Okay, Master Pendragon."

"Let's talk about dinner."

"Okay, Master, here's dinner for you."

After the old housekeeper left respectfully, the girl picked up the heavy sword from the ground and started swinging it meticulously again.

…

"Why does he call you Master?"

Irene asked curiously.

Milian didn't hide it: "The Pendragon family, in history, only men can inherit the title and family business, but my parents died early, and I didn't have time to give birth to a man for the Pendragon family, so I grew up since I was a child. Raised as a descendant of Pendragon."

"Just to get back the 'lost ideal land'?"

"Yes."

Yi Rin touched her chin: "Actually, I have an idea."

"?"

"Could it be that your parents left too early and didn't have time to tell you that, in fact, there is not only this way to get back the lost treasures of your family? For example... buy it with money? Oh, don't mind, I just think that in normal In this society, the ability to make money is the most unpretentious skill." Yi Rin casually said an easier way.

Milian was stunned, her brows twisted into a squat, her eyes were red, aggrieved, as if she was crying.

After holding it for a while, Milian still didn't cry, she was strong, she forbeared.

Thankfully you didn't cry, otherwise I should have wondered if there was something wrong with me.

Yi Rin thought to himself, and changed the subject: "Anyway, you are looking for the glory of your family... ahem, and keep it properly, don't mention the past. But I'm very curious, if you practice like this, you can really practice ten years later. you?"

Milian closed her eyes and recalled the past. After a while, she opened her eyes and nodded: "I remember when I was a child, there was a 'teacher' wearing a mask who suddenly appeared and instructed my swordsmanship. Since then, my Swordsmanship advances by leaps and bounds..."

Halfway through speaking, Milian looked shocked, she subconsciously touched the "token" on her face, and looked at the cook with incredible eyes: "Teacher, she has beautiful long blonde hair and wears a pair of black mask…"

Yi Rin suddenly realized: "It turned out that it was you who taught yourself."

Milian shook her head vigorously, she still couldn't believe this terrible fact: "It's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Yilin's eyes flickered, and she pushed her behind Milian: "Go, 'teacher'."

Milian was pushed out of the barrier.

She was at a loss to face her former youthful self.

Xiaomi Lien is full of vigilance against the sudden appearance of the big sister: "Who are you?"

Young memories flooded into my heart, and Da Milian sighed softly:

"Your sword is wrong."

When Xiaomi Lien heard the words, she was stunned for a moment, and then she shook her head stubbornly: "Impossible."

Da Milian easily grabbed the blunt-edged epee and stood in front of her with a heavy lift.

"Let me teach you... the way to victory."

[See Chapter 741: Lend me your Holy Grail. 】

…

Yilin witnessed the encounter of two Milians from different time and space, and many thoughts flashed in her heart.

"Since the 'effect' already exists, there must be a 'cause' that leads to the birth of this 'effect'. Heh... After all the 'impossible' have been eliminated, the remaining one, no matter how outrageous or inconceivable, is would be the correct answer..."

"No wonder I am vaguely familiar with the scene of Xiaomi Lien's sword practice."

"This is the biggest mystery left by Xiaoxi."

Irin raised her head, looked at the sky, and muttered to herself, "This is a 'closed loop', right? My goddess."

…

far away in Qingcheng.

Xiaoxi, who was drinking milk, smiled slightly.

As if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, she heard Yi Rin's question and the helplessness in Yi Rin's words.

"Yeah, '10'. "

Xiaoxi closed her eyes.

…

Milian stayed in the castle.

No, to be precise, it should be a return.

This is both her home and not her home.

After secretly saying goodbye to Milian, Irin left here under the reluctant gaze of the latter.

"Where should I go?"

After vaguely wanting to understand the truth of the "closed loop", Yi Rin didn't want to go back to see Xiaoxi, he needed to be quiet.

This is a closed loop.

The world is closed loop.

Unconsciously, Yi Rin came to the outskirts of London.

At this time, London was still a rich city, with domed retro buildings and skyscrapers staggered side by side. The sharp contrast between modern and retro styles gave people a strong visual impact. Irin stood on the pointer of Big Ben overlooking the city, inexplicably felt that this perspective was a little familiar.

Looking back, Yi Rin burst into laughter. He had bombed similar buildings in Gotham City back then. No wonder he missed it so much.

Under the seemingly peaceful modern city, undercurrents are surging.

In his field of vision, the apostles in the Tower of War server were like luminous dots on the map, bright and eye-catching.

"not enough."

Yi Rin shook his head, without any nostalgia, let alone blowing up Big Ben so madly, he came to the outskirts of London.

This is one of the three holy places of the Magicians Association, the base camp of the Clock Tower.

Next to the fork in the clock tower, there is a rusty road sign with a sentence - [Eternal Junction].

There is also a line of small print below that needs to be approached to see clearly: The mystery is forever inherited as knowledge.

Revisiting the old place makes Yi Rin shudder. He recalled the experience of studying in the Clock Tower, and was ready to go in for a stroll.

He read a lot of magic books back then. Although he has already mastered them now, there may be some isolated books in the clock tower ten years ago that have not been lost. It is good to go in and have a look. For unfamiliar "knowledge", Yi Rin has always adhered to the attitude of "no rejection".

After a few steps, when he was about to sneak into the clock tower skillfully, he turned back abruptly and returned the same way.

I saw Yi Rin lightly rubbing the handwriting on the road sign with her fingers, and said to herself: "This seems to be the handwriting left by the founder of the Clock Tower, King Solomon's disciple. King Solomon... Connor D. Solomon?" Yi Rin After thinking for a moment, he removed his fingers and entered the clock tower.

Whether he is an administrator or a great magician, various identities mean that his strength is far superior to any king in the tower. He quickly analyzed the hidden barrier of the clock tower and entered the library without disturbing anyone.

Sure enough, there are quite a few books that have been lost ten years later and are still preserved in the clock tower. Yi Rin sits at the top of the spiral staircase, with Erlang's legs crossed, holding a stack of ancient books with great interest, absorbing knowledge with relish.

From the current Irin's point of view, the magic system, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is a bit backward, but some of the spells, the way of making magic attire, and some of the forbidden rituals that can be recorded have brought some inspiration to Yi Rin. He took the essence, got rid of the dross, and compiled a part of the essence into "codes", filling the emptiness of the "Infinite Throne".

It's half a year in the clock tower.

In the past six months, Yi Rin has carefully sorted out the magic system of the clock tower, and he even secretly learned the method of creating "artificial magic eyes". The novel knowledge brought long-lost happiness to Irin.

"In this period of the Magician Association, most of the books are still well preserved. Among the three major associations, the concept of the clock tower is inclined to 'innovation', and the sea of ​​​​wandering concentrates on 'human transformation' and strives to restore the 'magic of the gods'. As for Atlas The academy is the gathering place of 'alchemists'."

Irin closed the book [Simple Application of Displacement Magic], the author is a descendant of the Darius family. He was a little tired of staying here, thinking about it, and was going to take a walk in another place to relax.

"Sea of ​​Wandering, Atlas College... Well, just go and have a look."

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