Mystery: Paradox Path

Looking at the red and black color scheme in front of him, his body is dotted with star-like musical notes, the eyes of his visor are inlaid with Snow, which is about the "zzz" symbol that symbolizes sleep, and an old groove is stuck in his throat.

This thing can't be said to be ugly, at least it can be said to be ugly and distinctive, but when I look at it, I always feel a very handsome feeling, forcibly use the clown potion to collapse the expression, Klein took advantage of his own Aesthetics have not been strengthened (through false characters), and immediately asked——

"What is this?"

"Based on the production method of [Fashion] and the information in the documents you brought out, I have improved a new type of fashion. According to the ancestors, this is called Kamen Rider, and it can make the extraordinary characteristics of different paths into special chucks. , After wearing it, you can get the ability of the corresponding path. When this armor is destroyed, it can also neutralize a fatal attack. There are many advantages and obvious disadvantages. For example, you can't use other extraordinary items when wearing it. Plate...but there is no shepherd's character at hand that is suitable as a base."

Snow tried to move his body, although it looked the same as the holster, it didn't hinder his athletic ability, and even for the Sequence Three, he still had a certain amount of physical enhancement.

Of course, when it comes to Sequence Three, no one will fight with physical strength (you said it right, warrior?).

Klein really wanted to tell me about it, but considering that his main fighting power is crawling hunger, he gave up the idea.

Snow didn't sell too much on this either. The Kamen Rider belt was a semi-finished product, and he didn't plan to commercialize it yet.

He pushed the button on the side of the belt with one hand, and along with the belt making a mechanical sound, Snow also reminded:

"You stay away a little bit."

"Ah, oh." Klein nodded obediently, and then shrank to the corner of the wall. In his sight, the phantoms of musical notes detached from the surface of the armor and concentrated on his right hand. Admiral Secret Puppet's forehead.

The voice that vaguely flowed from his ear made Klein feel a subtle sadness for a while. It was difficult for him to be sure whether the sadness was because the Secret Puppet was about to break, or because of the scattered notes.

"Okay." The flowing notes slowly calmed down, Snow slapped on the belt, and the ugly and handsome armor disappeared. He took off the chuck and belt, and stuffed it into the alien space.

Hearing the words, Klein immediately manipulated Senor back to his side. At this time, Senor was more like a dead man than before, with a pale complexion, a cold breath, and an obvious gloomy and intimidating feeling.

This feeling is almost exactly the same as those of the internal guards. Klein quickly realized the essence of this situation, immediately put away Senor, nodded to Snow and said:

"Thank you for your help, what do I need to pay for this?"

"Didn't you help me find Miss Tinichole as well?" Snow waved his hand, he knew very well that Mr. Ke's funds were not much left at this time.

He wasn't interested in money anyway, and he asked Klein for money just to see how he was obviously distressed but had to pay for it.

Klein was obviously very happy that he didn't have to pay, but he didn't show it. He just thanked him again and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Snow say:

"I'm not suitable for staying in Backlund now. I need to leave for a while. If you have any intelligence needs, you can take this and go to the East District to find enthusiastic people for help."

Klein took the cardboard that Snow handed over, and on it there was a mark left by the seal of the ring on the seal lacquer.

He glanced at the "crown" ring that Mr. Snow was wearing on his hand, and nodded lightly.

...

After Klein left, Snow sorted out his appearance like Deathwing. Although it looked a little wicked, it was actually quite handsome with his appearance.

Well, it's the kind of handsome that is the ultimate boss in the game.

In addition, the curse that originated from the real creation has a certain degree of diffusion, and the sense of oppression is quite sufficient.

However, this is not really a problem.

"A deer is a horse."

The cracks on Snow's body also disappeared as the palm of his hand was wiped lightly. Of course, this was just a visual disappearance.

After looking in the mirror twice, Snow nodded with satisfaction, and shouted into the room:

"Lily, I'm going on a long trip, are you going..."

Before he could finish speaking, a black light suddenly flashed, and the disheveled Lily rushed out of the room almost instantly. Snow looked at her like this~www.readwn.com~ and sighed helplessly, then turned to look To Elaine:

"Help her take care of it. We may have to stay out for a few months this trip. Prepare the things you need to use."

"You at least tell me where to go?" Elaine frowned slightly and said helplessly.

"Your hometown."

"Intis? Now?" Elaine stared at Snow in disbelief. "Even from the news in the newspaper, I knew that Intis was about to go to war. Is this time over?"

"Well, let's go and see if you can find something cheap. Of course, if you can find someone to help you pay off your debts, it's not like I can't let you go home." Snow spread his hands indifferently, but Elaine looked at him suspiciously. He finally chose to give up.

Because she found that she didn't seem to yearn for freedom so much.

This is not a psychological problem like Stockholm Syndrome, but she has a fairly clear understanding of the world form after undergoing professional maid training including war literacy, political literacy and various elite education, and then he Realize that now is not a good time to pursue freedom.

The countries of the Northern Continent are now at the critical point of war. No matter where she goes, she has to face the dark cloud of war.

The problems in the Southern Continent are even more serious. The conflicts between the aborigines and the colonizers are already quite intense, and various cults and evil gods are fighting each other. In the past, a small person like her could only carry coffins if she didn't want to be cannon fodder.

People with strength can live well wherever they go, but she happens to belong to the type who has no real combat experience but has no actual combat experience. In a real fight, an ordinary soldier who has experienced a hundred battles may kill her.

Isn't that just being a housekeeper?

In Intis, the second son of the earl's family is still rushing to the duke's house to be a housekeeper! M..

Be a housekeeper for a saint, not shabby!