My Archangel

Chapter 038: You really are a fake

Li Siren, the main city, inside the guild.

early morning.

Although it has not yet reached noon, the inside of the guild is not at all deserted compared to outside the street.

People come and go here. Since the news about the advancement of the expedition pre-selection has been announced a few hours ago, many adventurers who have not had time to plan and prepare for the future have almost invariably made appointments in the guild, rushing to perfection. With various tactics and systems.

At this moment, they were in groups, discussing with each other.

Then...Although it is in such a guild with people coming and going, there is still a considerable amount of idle space in this vacant part.

In that corner, there was only one person sitting.

And it was precisely because of that person, outside the range of seven or eight around him...almost no one was willing to approach.

The man sitting in the corner was named Molik.

This is already the fourth day he has been in the guild "without leaving home".

However, his situation is not ideal.

At this moment, the look on his face... is completely different from the look full of hope just after changing his name.

If he insisted on using one word to describe him, it would be "mourning."

If he insisted on using longer words to describe him, it would probably be "mourning mourning mourning mourning——"

In short, he failed.

He was completely convinced that he might have been entangled in some strange dirt.

Even if he changed his name specially, the "bad luck" still accompany him persistently.

"... Damn it."

Inadvertently, a foul language burst into his mouth.

Morik opened his palm, and the dice that had been held firmly in his hand, and seemed to have squeezed out a lot of cracks on the surface... Once again under the influence of gravity, it fell vertically.

Patter.

The dice fell on the table with a crisp echo.

Shattered--

The dice began to roll over on the table.

Wow.

The dice stopped rolling, and a dazzling spot was brought into Morik's eye.

"One".

It was the one that made him familiar.

It was at this moment that Molick felt... the space around him seemed to be freed up.

The adventurers in this guild once again opened a distance with him in a surprisingly consistent manner.

"...Hey, did you see it? It seems to be the eleventh time. In this hour alone... he has thrown eleven'ones' in a row... What kind of disaster is this? Star...Why can such a person still enter the union like this? Terrible, terrible..."

"Who knows? I heard that he is the Olek... I planned to participate in this qualifier before. I really don't know why the temple side has not cancelled his registration qualification..."

"Don't... in broad daylight, what ghost stories are you telling nonsense..."

There were whispering voices around.

Although these people have kept their distance from Morik, and they are especially self-righteous to suppress the unconsciously leaked discussion voice to the extreme, but it is obvious that they underestimate the hearing of platinum-level life, especially in this kind of space without any barriers. .

However, Molick did nothing.

In this case, such a sight... He has experienced countless times in the past few days.

Not bad this time.

However, even though Molick didn't care about it,... the atmosphere spreading around this corner of the guild had already quietly become depressed under his influence.

...

On the other side, the reception area of ​​the guild entrance.

"Just treat it as my sister invited you."

Just now, Qiao Wen suddenly heard this sentence in his ear, and he was taken aback for a moment.

He sounded familiar with the tone of this sentence.

Subconsciously, he cast his gaze to the lady at the counter who suddenly said this.

Then... he found that there was nothing strange about the lady at the counter.

It's just that, only the expression on her face now... when he was in college in his previous life, the social people who occasionally came up to have a conversation with him when walking on the road at night.

'...Speaking of it, this seems to be my first real conversation with ordinary people since I came here...'

Suddenly this thought came to my mind.

The expression on Qiao Wen's face stiffened slightly.

indeed.

It wasn't until this moment that he noticed that the counter girl who seemed to give him a familiar feeling like the one in front of him was indeed the most average person among the people he had talked to in this world. A class of people.

but……

'This kid seems to be just over twenty years old, right?Actually claiming to be sister in front of me.'

Qiao Wen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In addition to subconsciously thinking that the kid in front of him should be called his uncle, the more important thing... is that he has a very strong sense of seeing the self-proclaimed "sister" who just blurted out from the other party.

Whether it was before or now, when a certain witch talks to him... it seems to be so.

The adjective "elder sister" has rarely solidified into a certain thousand-year-old woman's claim in his subconscious.

At this moment, he looked at this woman who looked younger than herself and claimed to be her sister, and he felt strange.