Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

"The closed old city of Rhine..."

Mo Ye also looked up at the gray sky covered with a thick layer of haze, just like restraint.

Under the long-term closure of Lord Wilton, Lord of the Tower, the Old Rhine City, renamed Lorraine, has become the dust left over by the passing of time.

Except for those related to it, the organizations and survivors of the old generation that have survived the wave of time, no other ordinary humans can learn about this destined to be abandoned city, still remaining in this world, still struggling to survive.

Mo Ye learned from the temperate and indifferent statement, where the deep hatred between the secret tower and the stranger came from. After the secret tower was almost completely disintegrated due to the disaster of the stranger, there was a relationship between her and the secret tower. There is no room for reversal.

She and Mi Tower are destined enemies.

Then, what role does the underground black market organization, established within the star barrier set up by Lord Wilton, play?

It is completely impossible to find a way to enter and exit the enchantment in the heavy blockade of the star magician. The great power mastered by the star magician will never leave any flaws in all aspects. .

Mo Ye, who has stepped into the star realm and is also a spiritual element, knows that to forcefully pass through the spiritual protection established by magicians of the same level and the same line, apart from letting the opponent personally open the barrier for her, there is only His own abilities are stronger than the other party, and his own abilities will tear the protection into a channel forcibly!

There is no other way besides these two items.

Therefore, Mo Ye came to the final conclusion:

Either the underground black market is an organization directly under the Mitta; or the owner of the underground black market has a close cooperation with the Mitta organization, so that Lord Wilton, the lord of the Mitta, will allow their organization to take root in this old Rhine city. And deliberately opened up a channel for them to enter and exit this Lorena.

Regardless of the truth, here comes the problem...

Wilton established Lorraine, the old Rhine city, as the headquarters of the underground black market, no matter what he was in at the time, no matter whether it was the industry of the tower...with the age and life he lived for hundreds of years Experience, would he be so stupid not to set up corresponding surveillance in Lorraine...?

Would he not pass the heavy haze formed by the elements above the Lorraine sky and cast the sight of a **** watching the world on this city completely under his control...?

There is no possibility of corresponding surveillance here, and it is very slim.

Mo Ye thought that when she passed the teleportation circle, she had experienced a short-term mental shield failure. She didn't know whether she was defeated by Will in the very short time when the mental protection failed and then recovered. I found the trail...

Probably it has not been discovered for the time being, and the elements of the sky have not fluctuated...but the possibility of subsequent exposure will be greatly increased because of this short mental protection failure time!

... She has to speed up the progress towards the underground black market. It is not a wise move to leave herself in the home court under the control of the enemy for a long time.

"Let's go, temperance..."

Mo Ye cautiously prepared to end her schedule in Lorena as soon as possible. She greeted the restraint that had been following her, lowered her eyelids and glanced at the silent Lorena black-haired boy who was still blocking the way. She did not pay attention. The thoughts of this peculiar-looking infected child.

She retracted her gaze and turned her attention to the houses on both sides of the street, ready to immediately search for the grocery store that Rainer said. She swung the skirt of the waves and stepped forward, preparing to bypass the middle of the street blocked by the child. .

"Yes, Lord Nightingale."

Temperance responded briefly, and she embraced the book and kept up with Mo Ye's pace without squinting.

Before Mo Ye took two steps, he felt a slight pulling force from the end of the skirt behind him.

"What do you want to do? I still have something urgent..."

There was a little helpless emotion in Mo Ye's smiling expression. She stopped her footsteps and turned back to look at the trembling child who reached out and held her skirt.

The child with the weird eyes covered by the black hair is still silent and does not seem to be able to speak, but the knuckles of his fingers holding Mo Ye's skirt are white, still an extremely persistent pleading appearance.

"...Please help me... God..."

"it hurts……"

"...Can't escape..."

"Please..."

Mo Ye sensed intermittent desperate pleadings from his spiritual sea. The child was in pain, and the pain was so painful that the spiritual sea reverberated with wailing...

Mo Ye has always been extremely tolerant to children.

She looked at this child who seemed to scream in her soul. Although she felt unbearable, the reality did not allow her to leave room for a child in a dangerous and difficult situation.

She thought for a while, and took out a handful of candy that Marcia kids love from the simple space in her body, then bent down and stuffed it into his hand without denying it. She looked extremely serious and rejected his persistent plea:

"No matter what you want to say, I can't promise you... I can't take you away from Lorraine, nor can I help you do something in Lorraine. I can say that I cannot protect myself now." She paused. Reached out and pulled his skirt out of the desperate child, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, so..."

The child's golden cat eyes showed a little desperate and bleak color. After being rejected, he took the initiative to let go of the hands that pinched Mo Ye's skirt, like a stray cat that was picked up and played at will and abandoned mercilessly.

"...The god...rejected..."

"……do not want……"

Mo Ye bends down slightly, and while connecting to the child's spirit sea, he can still smell the heavy blood lingering around him.

The body of the black-haired child is full of wounds and scars, and the body also has dark wounds left by being punched and kicked. It is obvious that he has been abused by others.

His spirit is always vigilant, and he instinctively rejects all the humans who are close to him, but the small children who are almost at the bottom of the human food chain cannot escape the sinister situation of being controlled and abused by others.

He can only ask for help from the existences who can override the murderers, and beg them to take him out of the **** of Lorraine, or to give him enough strength... Just like when his mother was still a child, she said that she could do everything. The same as the gods.

It must be a **** who can save him...

He was rejected again.

Rejecting his existence is the most omnipotent **** he has ever seen. He simply noticed the presence of the gods, and he felt an irresistible sense of fear. He Instinctively want to escape...

But no, stick to it...

Ask the gods for help...!

The rejected child overflowed with despair intolerably, but he still obeyed the wishes of the gods, let go of his hands holding the life-saving straw, and fell into the endless **** of Lorina again.

Mo Ye could only sigh, and gently patted the child’s black hair to soothe her. She looked at the shadow of the Lorena corner where the child was pushed out. The human murderers hiding there were overflowing. The evil aura that came out was completely beyond negligible.

But she is now in Wilton's enchantment, and she can't take the risk of exposure to punish these vicious criminals.

"Oh, I'm really in a hurry..." Mo Ye muttered a little sadly. She stared at the top of the child's dirty and messy black hair, and his cat eyes hidden under the black hair that seemed to be crying. She finally makes the next decision.

She bends slightly, stretches out a finger from the long and wide sleeves, and gently touches the child's forehead stained with blood and dust.

Mo Ye just touched his fingers gently, causing the child to shrink involuntarily for a moment. He opened his eyes and trembled slightly. The pressure from this seemingly weak, pale and delicate finger made him feel deeply that he was Faced with an extremely terrifying threat that cannot be resisted!

But he resisted his instinctive reaction to escape.

His attention was completely focused on the finger that touched him, and he felt something intangible, passed into his body through the fingers of the gods...

The stray cat contained his escape instinct and only asked for salvation.

"Really good, that's it, don't move..."

Mo Ye used his words to comfort the trembling, stubborn, tough kitten, while using the ability he gave to engraving.

The elements like the ocean wave mixed with other elements and overflowed from the tips of her fingers, and then penetrated into the slightly fragile spirit of the black-haired child.

In just a short moment, the child's forehead was engraved with a blue jellyfish mark that seemed to be constantly shaking its weak tentacles. In this conspicuous jellyfish mark, the white stars exuded a faint light.

Mo Ye's engraving grant was completed, and she immediately retracted her finger. With the guarantee of this magic engraving, even if the child stays in the old city of Lorraine for a while, it should not be harmed.

Ordinary humans are already like ants to him.

Mo Ye touched the child's dirty black hair again. She didn't think it was dirty, and finally said in a deep voice:

"I have given you the magic engraving, so you are my servant. From now on, you are completely different from the ordinary residents of Lorraine... You don't need to fear and flee anymore, because you already have the power. Have the ability to dominate them!"

Mo Ye held his cheeks and looked directly at the child's abnormal eyes. She used her mental power to directly transfer the knowledge of the use of magic that she knew to his spiritual sea.

During this process, the upper person gave the lower person's mental pressure particularly strong, but she did not have time to slowly teach the child about magic, so the rapid instillation of knowledge is necessary.

Everything was as she thought, and the child who was suffering from the pain could endure the pain of being oppressed by the spirit sea, because this kind of pain was already commonplace for him.

After the child completely received the past information from Mo Ye, his expression changed strangely. His eyes when he looked at Mo Ye were filled with fanatical and religious emotions, and his eyes looked at Mo Ye as if he was looking at himself. God of faith!

The **** who saved him......!

"By the way, what's your name?" Mo Ye asked her second servant softly. She heard the child's heartfelt voice of worshipping gods, and shook her head. It was a little funny, but she didn't care about the child's initial germination. Faith.

"I'm... Renault..." The child's mental sea instantly reflected his name, but he himself opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

"Renault? It's a good name!"

Mo Ye smiled and called out the child's name. She quietly used her mental power to repair part of the child's internal wounds. Her self-repair ability can be applied to the servant who has her own magical engraving.

If left alone, these wounds may be life-threatening.

"Sorry, Renault, I have to leave first..." After Mo Ye finished protecting the child, he pinched a point to bid him farewell and soothed, "I can't take you out of Lorraine yet. So I need you to stay here temporarily, you can live well alone, right?"

Renault nodded silently, and he opened his mouth to squeeze out the only word from his torn throat that he expressed to Mo Ye, extremely persistent and fanatical:

"I will... go out and look for you..."

Just as her most devout and fanatical believer in the future knelt at her feet, obsessed with sacrificing everything he had to the gods, he put his forehead on the god's feet, closed his abnormal eyes and prayed silently.