"Wearing a magic mirror, omniscient and omnipotent
Author: washing powder
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Chapter 5
In the dim room, the cold sword blade glowed like silver in the moonlight.
A few hours ago, Sherrill had just seen how this knight's sword killed those modified swordsmen and the Bali King Snake, so he naturally understood the sharpness of this sword better than anyone else.
Even though Lisenwein had cleaned the sword before in the bathroom, there was still a faint smell of blood on the blade.
Sherrill glanced at the figure standing diagonally to his side with his peripheral vision, and had no doubt that as long as he made the slightest rebellious move at this time, Lisenwein would cut his throat without hesitation.
However, Sherrill was not too surprised by the situation before him. Although Lisenwein's sword is very fast, as long as the mirror is not broken, it will not have much impact on him.
What's more, since Lisenwein did not choose to take action immediately, it is enough to show that the other party has no immediate plans to silence him.
Obviously, Lisenwein should want to know something from him.
But now, in this silent situation, someone has to speak up first to break it.
Just when Sherrill was thinking about how to start, the system, which was one step slower than him, dragged its round belly that was seriously over the limit from eating a whole piece of sweet glutinous rice cake, and flapped its two black wings and screamed. He flew in with a roar.
Because he had no idea that Sherrill would stand motionless in front of the window, the fat crow, without looking forward, just bumped into Sherrill's shoulder.
"It hurts, it hurts!" it cried out immediately, preemptively accusing: "Sheryl, why are you standing still!"
Of course, only Sherrill could understand this.
When it fell into Lisenwein's ears, its sound was like a crow's crow that was "dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb".
Cheryl was silent.
He didn't really want to deal with the fat crow right now.
The fat crow also fell silent.
Because Lisenwein, who was standing in the shadow, glanced at it, his eyes were so cold.
The fat crow's little body trembled, and he had a premonition that if he spoke again, the knight's sword currently on Sherrill's neck would probably fall on him.
It's just a poor system baby!
The fat crow flapped its wings, then made a decisive dive in the next second, quickly jumped into Sherrill's pocket, and shrunk its young body into a small ball.
Let Sherrill handle the ups and downs!
Cheryl: "..."
Well...how to put it, it's not surprising at all.
At this moment, Sherrill felt that the sword at his neck was half an inch closer to his throat. At such a distance, if he went even deeper, the bandage on his neck might be cut.
Hmm...it should be able to be scratched.
Although the bandage around his neck is no ordinary bandage, Lisenwein's sword is no ordinary knight's sword either.
Cheryl still had time to think.
"Who sent you here?"
Lisenwein didn't have much patience.
His voice, which had no fluctuations, was like sharp vertebrae quenched with ice in the night, revealing a biting coldness.
Sherrill moved his neck back and looked at Lisenwein slightly: "I said I went to the wrong room, would you believe it?"
Lisenwein said nothing, but the murderous intent was pouring out of his eyes. And out.
Seeing that Lisenwein was about to rub his neck in the next second, Sherrill decisively changed his explanation: "Well, actually, it was because I fell in love with you at first sight when you were standing in front of the church, so I came to see you late at night. About..."
Before Sherrill could finish the last word "meeting", a sword light as fast as the wind flashed in front of his eyes. If Sherrill's rear side wasn't fast enough, blood would be gushing out of his neck right now.
"What a danger, what a danger!" Sherrill stopped two meters away from Lisenwein, touched his neck, and his fingertips touched a trace of blood flowing from the skin.
It turns out that Lisenwein's knight's sword can indeed cut through his bindings.
Lisenwein's eyes flashed slightly, a little surprised at this young man's speed. His eyes fell on the other person's bandaged neck. Even in the dim light, he could clearly see the bright red mark that he had scratched with his sword.
Cheryl clicked his tongue: "At least wait until I finish what I said."
Because there was a bed behind his feet, after saying this, Cheryl simply sat on the bed.
His movements were natural, without hesitation at all, as if he regarded this place as his own room, and he had no sense of crisis that he should have.
Seeing his extremely familiar movements, Lisenwein's usually expressionless face was stunned for a moment for the first time, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly faded a bit.
This black-haired young man did not look like a secret agent sent by the Arilan Congress to assassinate him.
He didn't feel any killing intent from the other party.
Apart from that...
Lisenwein paused slightly, and his eyes stayed on the other person's face for two seconds. Such an eye-catching appearance does not look like a killer hiding in the dark.
She didn't come to kill him, but she jumped into his room through the window late at night. It was most likely because of the magic mirror.
Judging from the speed at which the opponent had just dodged, his body's agility should have reached its peak.
If the magic mirror is snatched at this speed...
Lisenwein's eyes darkened for a moment: "Who are you?"
Sherrill did not answer immediately. In order to make himself sit more comfortably, he leaned back slightly. He leaned up and put his hands on his sides and back. After adjusting to the most comfortable sitting position, he introduced himself in a leisurely manner: "My name is Sherrill."
He smiled softly at Lisenwein. A hint of cunning flashed in the golden eyes: "We have met before."
Cheryl was not lying.
Although he was in the mirror, it was still a meeting.
And not only that, he had seen every part of his body, even the number of scars on his body was clear.
Of course, this is not something I feel comfortable saying.
"You're lying."
The murderous intent that had just dissipated in Lisenwein's eyes reappeared because of the second half of Cheryl's words.
The lighter amber eyes should have been a gentle color. However, at this moment, when Lisenwein looked directly at Sherrill, these light-colored irises in the dark night looked more like They were the eyes of a wild beast, revealing a ferocity that was ready to strangle its prey at any time.
"I don't remember seeing you." The knight's sword in Lisenwein's hand was pointed at Sherrill again.
Looking at the tip of the sword which was less than a palm away from the tip of his nose, Sherrill raised his eyebrows slightly.
The second time.
First the sword was pressed against his neck, and now the tip of the sword was pointed at his nose.
"You can't have a pleasant conversation without drawing your sword, right?" Sherrill raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile, and there was a hint of yin and yang in his tone.
Lisenwein is not a person who likes nonsense, and his patience was completely exhausted by Sherrill.
So his answer was to attack without mercy.
But this time, Sherrill did not dodge, but directly held the sword of the knight with his bandaged hand.
Sherrill's force value is not high, and his strength can only be regarded as average, but his speed is extremely fast, and his body agility has reached an outrageous level.
This is an effect of his early "omnipotence" as a magic mirror.
This speed and agility effect, in system terms, means that if you encounter an opponent you can't beat, Sherrill, you can run away. No one who runs can catch up and you are safe.
Sherrill disagreed.
Why must he run?
After all, when a person's speed reaches the extreme, as long as he seizes the right opportunity in a limited time, it is enough to make up for the shortcomings in other aspects.
Just like now, at the moment when Lisenwein was slightly stunned by his unexpected action, Sherrill used his skill to quickly kick the acupuncture point on Lisenwein's wrist, and when the opponent's strength in holding the sword was stimulated by the acupuncture point, At the moment when he was instinctively stunned, he used the hand that was originally holding the opponent's sword to remove the knight's sword.
The whole process only took the blink of an eye. By the time Lisenwein realized something, Sherrill had already grasped his collar and pressed him down.
Lisenwein's pupils shrank for a moment, but his reaction was also very quick. He immediately turned around and grabbed Sherrill's neck and squeezed his whole body. Then he rolled over neatly and slammed his back onto the bed. Cheryl was firmly suppressed beneath him.
As for the fat crow that was originally huddled in Sherrill's pocket, it was also thrown away when Lisenwein vigorously pulled Sherrill.
And what a coincidence, its round body hit the bedside switch with a "duang" sound under the action of inertia.
"Click..." The crystal lamp at the head of the room was suddenly turned on.
The whole room suddenly became brighter.
The warm yellow light from above poured down and fell on Sherrill's face, illuminating his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his lips. His cold white skin was like fine and flawless snow, soaked with a bit of frost-like coldness, and his golden eyes reflected Lisenwein above him.
Feeling the tightening force on his neck, Sherrill did not feel any fear of danger, let alone the panic that his breathing was about to be stopped. Instead, he laughed softly.
His long and thick eyelashes were fluttering like butterfly feathers, and the corners of his lips were curved upward. He stared at Lisenwein with his beautiful fox eyes, and asked slowly in a curious but understated tone. : "Are you planning to strangle me directly?"
As he spoke, his Adam's apple trembled slightly with the vibration of his vocal cords. When it reached Lisenwein's palm through a thin layer of bandage, it became A slight slippage.
And this slippage, under the flow of blood in the carotid artery, produces a very regular burning that is the same as the heartbeat and pulse speed.
Lisenwein could feel a faint dampness on the skin of his palm. It was the blood flowing from the wound on the black-haired young man's neck. The bandage seeped out due to his continuous tightening force, and it was contaminated by his blood. Palm.
A trembling Adam's apple, sticky blood, and a burning sensation like a heartbeat.
This somewhat unfamiliar feeling made Lisenwein tighten his lip lines subconsciously. He frowned slightly and looked at the black-haired young man who was suppressed by him: "You..."
However, as soon as he spoke, his expression suddenly changed.
The strength of the body seemed to be suppressed by something.
Especially in the palm of my hand, there is a trembling feeling like being hit by electricity.
Feeling that the strength in his neck relaxed, Cheryl smiled slightly: "Did you suddenly find that your body is weak and you can't exert any strength?"
Lisenwein said in a cold tone: "What did you do? ?"
Lisenwein's first reaction was that the other party used a magical technique, but in his memory, no magical technique had such an effect.
Sherrill smiled brightly: "What do you think?"
As he spoke, he used this posture to help Lisenwein's hand that was still squeezing his neck, then grabbed the other person's collar, and easily pulled the two of them away. The postures were reversed.
This time, Sherrill was on top again.
He sat on Lisenwein, lowered his head and looked at Lisenwein. Under the dim light, his slightly upward fox eyes were combined with the red mole on the oblique side of the bridge of his nose, which inexplicably revealed A kind of evil charm.
He first raised his hand and asked Lisenwein to look at the wound in his palm caused by holding the knight's sword, and then pointed to his neck with an intriguing expression: "This blood is not in vain. "."
As a magic mirror, in a strict sense, Sherrill is actually affiliated with the dark force.
His blood has the effect of paralyzing nerves, causing those whose skin is contaminated with his blood to quickly fall into a state of violent convulsions.
The length of time this state lasts varies from person to person.
Although Sherrill has the ability to be nearly omniscient, because the God of Light is the supreme god who created this world, this ability will be restricted to a certain extent when it acts on this supreme god.
It's like he can name anyone on the street casually if he wants to, and he can also tell all the big and small things that person has done from birth to now. He could explain every detail clearly.
But if the true form of the God of Light stood in front of him, Sherrill could only tell what the Supreme God had done in the past half hour, and even what he said might not be consistent with the facts. Some slight bias.
It is precisely because of this that Sherrill had a plan in mind from the moment he was held to the neck by Lisenwein with a sword.
I thought of using this opportunity to verify whether his omniscient and omnipotent function would still be biased when the object of action changes from the body of the God of Light to the incarnation of the God of Light.
In the knowledge given to Sherrill by the function of the magic mirror, his blood will not cause the incarnation of the God of Light belonging to the "evil" camp to fall into a state of convulsions, but will only make the opponent feel weak and weak.
And now, he has personally verified with one of the incarnations of the God of Light that the limitation of his omniscience and omnipotence as the magic mirror is indeed limited to the original body of the God of Light.
Thinking of this, the upward arc of the corners of Cheryl's lips suddenly spread a bit.
As for what's next...
he still wants to do one more thing.
Cheryl raised the corners of his lips and looked at Lisenwein with a bit of undisguised malice.
At this time, the fat crow system, which was still a little dizzy after hitting the switch of the bedside lamp, flapped its wings and quickly flew to Sherrill's shoulder, and made a sound of "Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh"
—— What are you going to do?"
"Of course..." Sherrill looked into Lisenwein's amber eyes and whispered word by word: "Go back with revenge."
Lisenwein's eyes dimmed.
His eyes fell on Cheryl's neck. The wound he made with his sword was still oozing blood. The scarlet color spread on the pure white straps, like red ling orchids being stirred into pieces. The juice fell into the snow and spread softly in the air.
There is a fragile, yet somewhat sadistic beauty.
Sherrill took off the feather pinned between the ends of his hair and placed the tip of the feather between Lisenwein's eyebrows: "Where do you think I should start?" He asked Lisenwein with a smile.
Lisenwein didn't speak. Just like Sherrill didn't panic when he was suppressed before, there was no panic or panic in his eyes at this moment.
As for Cheryl, it didn't matter whether Lisenwein answered or not.
His hand holding the feather began to move, all the way down from Lisenwein's eyebrows, passing over the bridge of his nose, lips, and finally along the sharp and clear jawline to Lisenwein's neck: " Sure enough, this is the most suitable place."
He put the tip of the feather against Lisenwein's slightly raised Adam's apple, and made deliberate and slow strokes against the skin above it, as if he was wondering whether to stroke vertically or horizontally. Draw.
Lisenwein's expression paused. The thin, gossamer touch on his neck made his jaw tighten unconsciously, and the unfamiliar itching caused his Adam's apple to instinctively roll slightly.
This feeling was foreign to Lisenwein.
Can't say whether it's good or bad.
In fact, Lisenwein has not completely lost his strength to resist. Even if his limbs are now weak and weak, he can still find a way to get out of this suppressed situation.
But Lisenwein didn't do that.
Perhaps it was because he never sensed murderous intent from this black-haired young man from beginning to end.
Or maybe it was because of the scarlet blood, blood-stained bandages, the young man's beautiful facial features and black ink-like hair in his sight. The combination of these was as rich as an oil painting with gorgeous strokes, making his heart skip a beat. There was some subtle pull in this strong color impact.
Lisenwein has always known that he lacks the emotions that an ordinary person should have, and in his memory, he has never had violent mood swings.
He doesn't like or dislike anything. He is as calm as a pool of stagnant water without waves.
He only obeyed the queen's orders because only when performing the most dangerous tasks, the near-death stimulation of a sword grazing his heart could generate active emotions in his brain.
Perhaps it was because of this that when he felt that his heart was slightly affected by this black-haired young man, he subconsciously chose to let it go.
He chose to remain silent... and watched the other party make a series of actions.
Lisenwein's silence made Cheryl raise his eyes slightly. He stared at Lisenwein thoughtfully for two seconds, and their eyes briefly met in the air. Then, as if he had guessed something, Sherrill raised his eyebrows and laughed softly.
The next second, he directly used the tip of this special feather to cut Lisenwein's neck, just like the opponent had cut his skin with the knight's sword before, neatly, quickly and without hesitation.
The sharp sting at the wound did not cause Lisenwein to react too much. Compared with the crisscross scars on his body, this kind of pain was nothing.
He didn't even tremble his eyelashes, he just stared at Sherrill quietly with his shallow irises.
As if thinking about something.