Chapter 281: Aura problem

In this world, there are always some things that can't get rid of the tall name, but are actually so ordinary that they are unnecessary.
This phenomenon can be said to be commonplace in the previous earth.
There is something called Ye Mingsha. At first sound, it seems to be close relatives with Ye Mingzhu. When you hear it, you can feel tall. In fact, it is just bat shit.
There is a kind of food called ‘Five-Ripe Kobe Veal with Pearl Sweet Rice’. At first glance, it is almost catching up with the palace feast. In fact, it is just a bowl of beef rice bowl.
Of course, this situation is not only found in the real world, even in the animation world, it is everywhere.
A boy who is a cross between a human and a dog can't even think about how tall he is, but his name gives him a godlike color, and he is called "Inuyasha".
Such things are endless.
Before coming here, I always thought this was a common problem that only exists on the earth, but now I have changed my outlook.
Holding a pair of thin gloves in my hand, my eyes lost their look, the corners of my mouth twitched, and the background was pale and colorless.
This... looks like a pair of gloves, right?
The corners of my eyes began to twitch.
This... is probably a pair of gloves, right?
The corners of my eyes twitched at the same frequency as the corners of my mouth.
This... isn't this just a pair of gloves!
A row of bursts flashed on my forehead.
So tall, in the end, isn't it just a pair of gloves knitted with some special materials!
My eyes were full of emotions, the most of which was the uncomfortable throwing the table on the spot.
Harold looked at me puzzledly: "What's wrong, do you have any thoughts on this pair of Qi Gathering Gauntlets?"
"No...Yes" I finished these two words through gritted teeth.
Suppressing the urge to overturn the weapon shelf on the spot, I stuffed this pair of gas gathering handguards that looked like gloves into the bag, and said, "Let's... let's look at the next weapon."
Since magic wands and swords, guns and sticks belong to different types of weapons, they were placed in another secret room.
Entering the secret room, turning on the magic lamp, looking at the dazzling rows of magic wands, placed on the rows of weapon racks, in my heart...there is no more shocking fluctuations.
Ask the reason?
It's simple, it's numb.
Yes, it is numbness.
Just like you stare at the world's No. 1 beauty every day, and when you look at other beauties, you can at best feel that it is okay, or relatively ordinary, and you won't have that amazing feeling anymore, that's how it is.
Harold said: "These magic wands have different appearances and different effects. I don't know how to distinguish them, so you can only choose them yourself. I can't help them."
I scratched my head and said helplessly, "I don't understand this stuff anymore. How do you tell me to choose?"
Harold spread his hands.
Suddenly, I thought of someone: "Hey, Harold, where's Yula, what is Yula doing now?"
Harold thought for a while and said, "She should still be teaching in the guild."
I clapped my hands excitedly and said, "Isn't that just right, find her and let her choose for me."
Harold was awkward.
"What's wrong? What's your expression?" I said, "Is it going to have diarrhea?"
Harold ‘goed’ to me and said, "I think it might be difficult to invite Yula."
"Huh?" I don't understand: "Isn't she just asking her to help choose the magic wand, and it won't waste much time. She shouldn't be so unsatisfactory?"
I also have doubts about this sentence. In fact, I don't know much about Yura, but Harold knows it more clearly.
Harold said: "If you usually ask Yura to help you choose, it might be okay. However, if you ask Yura in the class to help you choose, it will be a bit difficult. You know, the Yura in the class is not like The usual Yura."
"Ah...I saw it yesterday" I recalled: "It's not different."
Harold hesitated to speak, and finally said, "You should understand it yourself. I can't say more."
Right now, Harold and I went to his guild again.
At the door of the guild, the pair still welcomes the adventurer, but the attitude is completely different.
Seeing me, he immediately turned into a smile, nodded and bowed, and kept repeating a sentence: please, please.
Harold looked dazed and asked me: "They two...know you?"
"I don't know" I pretended to be stupid.
"Then why is this..." Harold organized the language and continued: "So passionate?"
"Aura!" I started talking nonsense seriously: "This is entirely a matter of aura, just like carnivores and herbivores coexist each other, especially those at the top of the food chain, even if they don’t do anything, they are eating grass. If you stand in front of the animals, the herbivores will also be scared to pee on the spot. This is called aura, don’t you understand.

Harold nodded, and I read three words from his faint expression: He didn't understand.
Of course, it will not affect anything.
In fact, my words are still conservative, because I hide the truth of my world!
If I told him that in the world of my previous life, at the top of the food chain was a human who seemed to be indistinguishable from us, he might refute me on the spot.
Of course, if he has this kind of reaction, I can accept it. After all, Bey is a legendary man.
When I arrived at the place where Yula was teaching, Harold and I stood side by side at the door, looking inward, like the'school leader' supervising the class.
At this time, Yula did not give lectures, but was testing the new members of the guild.
I have to say that when I saw the expressions of the members one by one, frowning, writing, or wandering away from the sky, there was an inexplicable sadness.
That was... my lost youth.
Yura, who was proctoring the exam, looked up at me.
I smiled at her, and the corners of Yula's mouth seemed to move, but her poker face still burst into a smile without success.
it's a pity......
I sighed: Such a beautiful girl can't even laugh. It's as if there is no beef in beef noodles. She lacks the "Lao Ganma" when eating rice, and she always feels a touch of lack.
Just as I lowered my head to think deeply, Harold said, "This...how could it be possible? It's a bit incredible!"
Me?
I raised my head in a daze and looked at him. I saw him staring at the doors and windows in surprise, and his muttering mouth was open as if he could swallow an egg.
I slapped his arm, and I said in a puzzled way: "Hey, I said, what's wrong with you, this expression, why are you so surprised, it's like seeing ufo."
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