Vol 3 Chapter 551: A little bit of disharmony, people who are not sensitive to numbers and memory are straight...

"Yeah! Meteora, long time no see!"
The moment Xingke saw Meteora, he decisively gave up and continued to inject magic, and happily greeted his old friend.
"Excuse me? Why do you know my name?"
But it was blown in the next moment.
"Uh... please don't do that! I'm very sad!"
"Oh, is it so?"
Meteora turned her head and couldn't bear to look directly at the star and put on a pitiful appearance:
"In my impression, I really don't know a black-haired, old-fashioned cloak, with a lot of magic power, and deliberately rudely treating public facilities, and even at the door of the house, he is still secretly faceless magician? Is my memory decreased?"
"Um, are you angry? Meteora? I apologize, let me apologize!" Xingke put his hands together and apologized sincerely.
"Should you show your chest when you apologize? This is the basic etiquette."
"Are you...sure? Are you here? I am a little shy~"
"I mean to let you know the shame. Your Excellency Xingke, please don't make things worse, please don't unbutton them!"
"Oh, well, I didn't want to look at my breasts, it's a shame... Uh, no, didn't you recognize it? You called my name!"
"What your Excellency is saying, I don't understand."
"Don't pretend that the translation of konjac has failed, you are a false three!
You can't fail to recognize it. Although you are reincarnated, the nature of the magic will not change! "
"Well, that's also..."
Tilted his head and thought about it, Meteora felt as if he was really exposed, so he didn't make a joke anymore:
"Your Excellency Xingke, it's been a long time. Your return is so fast. I remember your Excellency Altaïr only set off yesterday and entered an unknown time and space."
"Oh...Forget it, it's hard to say a word. Anyway, I want to thank Altaïr. Without her finding out my message, I will have to be stuck in other time and space for a long time to come back."
I owe a great favor...
"Does the Garden of Departure lack magic power? It actually uses magic power as a monetary benchmark. It makes me want to make this place bankrupt..."
"Your Excellency Xingke, what are you talking about?"
Meteora replied, taking it for granted:
"No matter how small the Garden of the Departed World is, it is still a [world]. Of course, a world must be supported by the circulation of atmospheric magic power to maintain its drift in the void, let alone drive the operation of [Rainbow Bridge].
All in all, it is not very lacking in magic, it is very, very, very scarce. "
After three consecutive use, it seems that the scarcity of magic power has already made this Departed Garden's technology quite embarrassing...
Sure enough, technical R&D personnel are always troubled by budgets, and this is the same here, but the essence seems to be different.
"Uh, listening to you say that, how do I remember that when I was in charge of the Root Vortex, it was a bit of a waste that I didn't pay attention to... Uh, what happened to you? Your face is so ugly?"
Just when Xingke was about to boast, he found that Meteora's expression had become a bit wrong:
"Could it be that the scarcity of magic power in the Garden of the Departures has reached a serious level? Then it's okay, you see I have come back now..."
"Not so. There are always many ways to solve the magic problem." Meteora shook his head seriously, interrupting Xingke: "What I want to ask is, your Excellency Xingke, you controlled the Vortex of Root. In addition to the consumption of magic power, are there any other side effects?"
"Side effects? There are no side effects? Is there any problem?"
Hearing Xingke's answer, Meteora had no other reaction, just watching Xingke quietly, not knowing what to say.
After a long time, Meteora's expression softened:
"Sure enough, Your Excellency Xingke, you are necessary for us, please go back to [Imperial Residence] quickly! Now... it's not too late."
"……what happened?"
"Sorry, from my mouth, nothing can be said, because what I know is not necessarily true."
"Does it have to be so troublesome? Why don't you show up one by one?"
Xing Ke's seemingly high mood suddenly fell silent.
Depending on the situation, what is really going on in the Garden of Departure, the intuition is always correct.
"Not so. I also hope that things are simple and clear, but the complexity of things is beyond the perception of most people."
"I always feel that the development of this kind of thing is just for the suspense factor of the plot. Is this my illusion?"
"If in the end the Magic Detective Sir can make things go to [Happy End], I, a witness who cannot provide complete clues, will definitely apologize."
"Will it show? The chest?"
"will not."
After that, Meteora cut off the projection communication, and the ATM machine...no, it was the magical exchange room that returned to its original appearance.
He took his badge and looked at the balance of one hundred thousand stars, Xingke opened the door and withdrew the hard boiled egg.
Although there are many things that I want to complain about, Xingke also knows that it is not time to reunite with flowers and toast to celebrate.
Moreover, bad things are always one after another...
"Ahhhhhhhhh, guard brother, really white? Did she push a leaf to hunt for treasure?"
Yes, Xingke didn't see Zhenbai and Yiye.
"No, it's not."
The guard brother looked at Xing Ke's expression and blamed himself:
"In fact, Ms. Zhenbai just invited her to be a guest with a friend who said Mr. Someone, and then she disappeared. It seems to be a space transfer. Everything happened too suddenly..."
"Oh? That's it, then it should be okay?"
"Huh?! Does Mr. Someone have friends in the Garden of Death?"
"Yes! Yes, UU reads www.uukanshu.com and there are not too many." Xingke said with a smile on his face.
"Oh? Why..."
Want to send me a job as a tour guide? This is a bit rude, and the question that is out of time, the guard brother did not say it.
"Brother, don't blame yourself, I can guarantee that this is not [friend fraud], and she is not a kidnapped fool..."
"but……"
As soon as the guard boy frowned to refute, he was stopped by Xing Ke's hand on his shoulder.
Close to the ear of the little brother guard, the star-carved stream fell down, covering one eye:
"No but, brother.
It was me who signed the contract with you, and it was only the work of a tour guide, not an escort. Your contract did not give you the obligation to protect the truth, so you have no responsibility.
This is the rule of [Departed Garden], isn't it? "
Surprised for an instant by Xingke's sudden change, the guard brother still frowned, and with a pace that seemed to be teleporting, he took a step back and broke free of Xingke's hand.
"Mr. Someone... who are you?"
"What? Are you asking me philosophical questions?"
"...No." Looking at the star carve that suddenly regained the atmosphere, the guard boy suppressed his curiosity and calmed down: "Sorry, impulsively, I don't mean to test the privacy of others."
"Well, very good, we are happy to cooperate. I originally said I would treat you to a light meal today, but it doesn't seem to work anymore."
Xing Ke pulled out his wand and tapped it on the ground:
"Then, the last question of this task today--
[The original nine people] Can you tell me their names one by one?
Let me check the number of people..."