Chapter 809: Until the voice rang

After the body healed by hot water, the warmth of the body surface under the breeze of the night wind, the cold and cold has a very comfortable feeling.
Sitting on the edge of the hotel’s roof, in the darkness beyond the sight of the light, the figure wearing only a simple shirt, looking out at the night of central Paris,
Looking out at the world-famous Eiffel Tower, the glorious scene in the night.
I saw this picture with my own eyes up close, the ‘famous’ scenery I’ve seen in elementary school English textbooks,
I feel that I can hear the breath of the bustling city around him. It is a very distant feeling from him who used to live in only a small city.
The sound of the flapping of wings sounded, two delicate and elegant black shadows appeared, Haiji and Mullin fell on his shoulders and touched Fang Ran’s cheeks affectionately.
Spreading wings and whispering, they screamed, as if talking about the complaint that the master suddenly dropped them not long ago.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to leave you behind either."
After seeing this scene, Fang Ran smiled gently, and the birds who returned to him immediately after tapping their fingers, raised their arms and let them fly into the night sky.
Then he continued to look at the night of Paris, slowly opening his dark eyes.
This time Fang Ran noticed it herself.
He was indeed laughing.
No longer staying in place, coming to a distant world, the series of events experienced as participants is like a long-awaited adventure,
Let that child wantonly because of the excitement of breaking the ordinary, overflow from the bottom of his heart to the mouth.
Losing all abilities and being sent to London, it didn't seem as bad as he thought at the beginning.
Black eyes quietly stared at the bustling night below, and Fang Ran still thought of the memory of his body moving on its own last night, thinking about the other half of the reasons he chose to save the night.
Originating from that child, he yearned for handsome justice and extraordinary, but still did not give up.
"If you didn't win that game..."
Black eyes overlooked the bustling downtown Paris from high above, and the night wind blew his collar and broken hair, blowing away the second half of his self-talk.
Wouldn't I think about this clearly...
Thinking that I participated in the national war because I wanted to move forward, it was also the reason why I was involved in the crisis without losing the night game.
This time Fang Ran still felt that various conditions collided with one result.
Then put yourself into a ‘coincidence’ in a situation.
Temporarily escaped from the tense escape and had time to rest, the darkness on the top of the building was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the lights below, as if it was far away from the corner of the world.
The arc was frivolous, and his black eyes were quiet, his thinking slowly lost consciousness as the night passed.
"What are you doing in a place like this?"
Then, after an unknown period of time, I suddenly heard a clear and awe-inspiring voice, sounding behind me.
Osphia, who changed back to the white silk plainclothes, walked to his side and fluttered with brilliant and soft blond hair in the night breeze.
"Can't sleep so you want to see the scenery of Paris."
"No... I'm just looking for people who are in trouble like during the day,"
I unconsciously forgot the time in the field of vision from a high-altitude bird's-eye view, and was a little surprised by her arrival, cut back to my field of vision, Fang Ran slowly replied in surprise:
"Because... I can help them now."
For some reason, upon hearing this answer,
Osphia felt that the night must be different to him at this moment.
Then she saw the young man sitting on the edge of the building, looking at herself with a pair of dark eyes, and deliberately blinked and smiled:
"Are you surprised?"
But there were no waves, Osfiya looked calm, and she was also looking at the golden-orange shining iron tower in the distance.
"No, what you just said surprised me even more."
Slightly surprised that she was calm about her appearance, Fang Ran was a little surprised and curious.
"Why do you say that?"
"You deliberately blurred the explanation of your companion. Your previous answer to me was not to the extent that a few screens flashed."
She had noticed Fang Ran's flaw in the car back with Liming a long time ago, but it was only at this moment that she slowly exposed it in a calm tone.
"The most obvious thing is that if you enter when you notice the strangeness, you can't see Koloss suddenly act on Herschel Herschel."
On the roof of the night building, Osphiya's blue eyes were looking at the dark, her body was awe-inspiring in the night breeze, and her voice was calm.
"What are you hiding, whether it's these eyes or the terrifying monster with the obvious A-level means that you manipulated."
The look on her face was slightly surprised, but she seemed to have noticed it a long time ago.
Fang Ran looked at her in a daze for a second, and then slowly smiled helplessly.
"You are really amazing..."
He saw the lime through the window sill, and was carrying back a lot of delicious figures with Tang Bing.
Thinking of the ‘connection’ that might have existed between himself and everyone in the night game, he lowered his quiet black eyes to look there and spoke softly.
"I just... haven't figured out how to tell them."
And listening to his somewhat complicated words, Osfiya looked at Fang Ran next to him in a slight silence, and then turned his head to continue answering the question just now, only replaced by a sudden question.
"Fang Ran, do you know why I was hostile to you because of the national war?"
"Isn't it because I accidentally cut your clothes?"
Ignoring his knowingly chuckle, Osphia looked at the night view of Paris in front of him, as if seeing the final defeated C-level battle.
"Although there is nothing wrong with the disadvantages of balancing the number of people by strategy, you, who always pretend to be yourself wearing a mask, are the kind of person I hate the most,"
"So I don't believe you, and don't want to act with someone who is deceived by his partner."
"But I found out after being forced by the form,"
The youth's stunned look was reflected in the azure blue eyes.
"You seem to lie to yourself."
He opened his mouth silently and closed it slowly, unable to refute the somewhat sharp evaluation of this sentence, and looking at him who was speechless, Osphia retracted his gaze and continued to speak coldly.
"I know the answer in my heart, but my mouth is ambiguous. I know why I left this muddy water, but I don't have the courage to really admit it."
"When you rushed out to catch the robber and teach the black thieves, did you look at your face in the mirror?"
The needle hit the needle in a second, and she pointed out the source of the confusion on the train without euphemism. Fang Ran raised her head and looked at the night sky where the stars could not be seen, and smiled helplessly:
"Did you see through..."
But also at this second, he heard Osphia's voice calm and soft in the night breeze, which seemed a little different.
"So, I was surprised just now."
Eh?
The black eyes were stagnant, and when he heard these words, he always felt gentle, before he watched the movement of the night sky.
Then when Osphia seemed to be deliberately not looking at herself, her tone didn't change much and she spoke lightly:
"It seems that after experiencing what happened last night, you seem to want to understand."
The expression suddenly defrosted from the stunned face, Fang Ran couldn't help but chuckled when she heard her say so, and then a hint of happiness rose in her black eyes.
"Do you... finally admit me as a companion?"
The tall white figure did not answer, and time passed again in uncomfortable silence.
They all seemed to be quietly looking at the night before the action.
"Have you recovered?"
Then Osphia spoke softly, breaking the speechless atmosphere.
"No, not yet, I just recalled some of the power activated in the scene with the help of the moment when the two spaces were connected for a short time, and I still can't use magic energy,"
Fang Ran leaned his hands on his side, watched a relaxed answer from a distance, and then remembered the precious opportunity of [Basket] recovery, and sighed helplessly that he was simply wasted:
"And if it is bad luck, not the ability to fight, it will be like today."
"Is it."
Obtaining such a negative answer, Osphia did not simply speak with regret, making Fang Ran not know what she was thinking.
"But your night weapon, that bow can still be taken out, right."
"You said this?"
Hearing her suddenly mentioning this, Fang Ran raised one hand to hold it, and after a round of moonlight flashing, a huge bow and glitzy moon hunting appeared in his hand.
"The power of the night weapon requires mana to be able to play, but the mana required does not absolutely require it to come from its owner, otherwise the final sea roar of the association cannot be used at all."
The sound of the heels approached, and black eyes watched Osphia walk next to him and squatted, watching her exquisite side face with drooping blue eyes, listening to her slowly speaking with some ecstasy:
"The power of the etheric elves is to carry someone’s consciousness, but it also has my magic power. If you attach it to your night artifact, and then I give you the consciousness control over them, you should be able to play the night artifact. the power of."
"Wait, this... this is..."
At the moment when he opened his mouth unbelievably, at a close distance, he saw Osphia's calm answer:
"Yes, it's equivalent to lending you part of my magic power."
Lending mana... this kind of thing really works...
It is clear that in general, participants will never lend the magic power that is the root of their strength to others, and she can see her hands on the moon hunting, the dim light of the blue eyes is as bright as on an airplane.
"Because I have to fill the energy of the divine art coordinates, and I also need to control the ability to fight, I can't control too many etheric elves, about a thousand mana is my current limit."
Listening to her explanation like this, I can feel that this is the trust she showed after admitting to herself, although a thousand mana is a drop in the bucket for the ‘infinite’ squandering.
But he looked at the beautiful blond figure right in front of him with a chuckle and thanked him.
"Enough, thank you."
"It's okay."
Listening to Osphia's still plain tone,
At this moment, Fang Ran also felt that kind of ‘connection’ from her.
Let him look at the side face that is too beautiful under the blond hair, and he can already laugh like a good friend, scratching his head and sighing:
"Although you are the eldest lady of the former nobleman, how good are you going to be? One person can turn on three systems and promote the main line. I have begun to doubt the significance of the existence of Calabash."
"When you have time to say such incomprehensible things, you might as well think about how to use the power of this night weapon. The method of using the magic energy is too rough. The night weapon in the teacher's hand is definitely not like this. use,"
Hearing Fang Ran's words, Osfiya raised her brows slightly, and immediately recovered. It is difficult for people to guess whether her mood has improved a little, and her words are still flat.
"If it weren't for the A-level night weapon, you would have lost to me in the C-level battle."
"Haha, really..."
Looking at the hunting of the Moon God, who was gradually attached to the light of the elves, when Osphia said this, Fang Ran scratched his cheek and smiled and admitted.
It is also thought that every time he uses this night weapon, the bowstring of the magic energy will eventually be broken.
Speaking of it, he hasn't had time to explore the power of this night weapon.
I remembered that it was the ‘special’ scene where I was hunted by the Moon God not long ago, and when I recalled my own experience up to now, I just laughed at the scene in front of me:
"Speaking of which, you may not believe it. It has only been a few months since I awakened as a participant, although I got a lot of strength by accident,"
As soon as the activation of the ability stopped, Osfiya's blue eyes opened slightly to look at Fang Ran subconsciously, and saw him confessing to himself with a smile that pretended to be helpless:
"But this is my first time... experiencing this kind of thing like a normal participant..."
Recalling the days before the bonfire night, Fang Ran suddenly felt a little distant nostalgia. He looked at the splendid Eiffel Tower in the night, his black eyes were quiet and light and the voice mumbled.
"I'm actually a beginner, and I haven't experienced the awakening scene to refine my determination. Until recently, I was like an ordinary person, not caring or touching everything in the world of night battle,"
"That's why I think about what I want to do now, but I can't make up my mind about who I want to be in the future."
I can't bear my daily routines.
I may not be able to bear the responsibility of ‘infinite’.
I don't know when the etheric spirit's control has been restored, Osphia lowered her eyes to stare at the gleam of light on the bow, and said slowly after a moment of silence:
"Do you know that there is a spirit in the Western aristocracy, called Noblesse Oblige?"
"I remember it seemed like a noble duty...?"
Looking at her figure haunted by the elven halo at close range, she came from a family of genuine ancient Italian nobles in the past. She didn't understand why she was talking about this and she answered with some uncertainty.
"Yes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The superior should do more for the weak. This is such a noble and selfless morality."
Osphia's expression was quiet, as if he was pious and serious because of telling this matter, but in the next second, his words turned lightly.
"But I think it's just a superficial boast~EbookFREE.me~Huh?"
Not only was she unexpectedly surprised by her sudden turn, but Fang Ran was even more surprised that even as a member of the ‘noble’, she actually said such denials.
"Even the real aristocrats in the past, not many people are willing to perform this obligation free of charge regardless of their own gains and losses, and those who really do it are not because of a simple NoblesseOblige,"
The blue eyes were quiet, and Fang Ran listened to her faint statement.
"Want to be honored, don't want to see people die, simply look forward to someone, and don't want someone to succeed... Everyone stands up for some reason, and this is especially true for ‘us’."
"I once watched a movie about your Huaxia, and the protagonist's last words impressed me very much."
Blond hair fluttered in the night breeze, Osphia's face was bright in the bustling city and the faint light of the elves, softly speaking the words in the memory.
"I am a martial artist, and I must stand up when injustice is encountered."
"This is our original intention of learning martial arts."
Surprisingly, she would also watch such a movie, the moment she was ecstatic when she heard this sentence,
Fang Ran saw Osphia looking at him, azure blue and pitch black looking at each other on the roof of Paris at night, and the light of the Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance.
"The teacher once said to me that at some point, participants will hear the same voice they thought of when they were awakened."
Then, seeing the attachment of the etheric elves ended, she stood up, her figure engraved in the lights of downtown Paris.
"If you haven't experienced the awakening scene, so you can't make up your mind yet,"
"Then wait for the sound to sound..."
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