I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

Mabel was in a bad mood, which naturally showed on his face. Seeing this, Julian asked, "Do you need help?"

Mabel's heart moved, and he told the story with the attitude of a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Julian couldn't help frowning: "Are you sure it's a thief?"

"What else can it be if it's not a thief?" Mabel rubbed her forehead with a headache: "It can't be the things stolen by mice, right?"

Julian smiled: "Why not? Since someone can tame animals to perform circuses, why can't someone train small animals to steal?"

Mabel was stunned for a moment, as if she had never considered this possibility.

"Of course, this is also my guess." Julian shrugged: "So, why don't you go to the warehouse to have a look. If it was stolen, why would there be some clues left behind? Maybe it was overlooked if I didn't find it before."

"Alright." Mabel had no objection, and brought Julian and Matthew to her warehouse.

The entrance of the warehouse is in the room of the person in charge. Open the cover of the entrance, and there is a long staircase below.

In order to store those relatively expensive goods, this underground warehouse was built quite strong. At the beginning, Mabel spent a lot of money, and we hired an earth magician to strengthen the surrounding soil layer, which is as hard as steel.

The area of ​​the underground warehouse is not large, only about [-] pings. The goods stored here are relatively high-priced goods, and the quantity is very scarce, so it can be accommodated.

After the last accident, the warehouse has been reinforced again, and even the gaps where the bugs came out have been blocked, so the occurrence of the theft this time is even more incredible.

Julian walked around in the warehouse. It is almost like an iron wall, and it is not much different from the vaults of modern banks. Even if the personal force in this world is relatively prominent, it is still possible to steal things quietly like this. It's still impossible to go.

At the beginning, he was inclined to control monsters with special abilities such as animals to come in and steal things, but when he came here, let alone monsters, I'm afraid not even a fly could fly in here.

"Where was the stolen item?"

The person in charge quickly pointed out the location of the lost item.

All the items in this warehouse are sorted and placed on shelves. The lost Xueshuangsha, the feathers of the Jinxia Eagle, and the poison sacs of the double-winged monsters are all placed on a shelf in the corner. The surrounding walls are a little far away, and Ann Price is not the most expensive batch in the warehouse, so the disappearance of these things is even more strange.

I have already successfully entered this warehouse, why not steal the most valuable goods?

Julian carefully inspected the shelf where the items were placed. The shelf is made of solid wood. The specific wood cannot be seen, but it is not likely to be a valuable species.

The shelf was built so strong that Julian shook it with his hand, but the shelf didn't budge.He withdrew his hand, with a little dust on it. He glanced at the gray rag on the lower shelf and asked, "How often is this place cleaned? Who cleans it? Is it a regular person?"

The person in charge quickly replied: "This place is cleaned every ten days, and I clean it myself every time."

"When was the last time you cleaned?"

"It was... the day before it was stolen." After the person in charge finished speaking casually, he was also taken aback for a moment.

"The last time it was stolen, was it also the day after cleaning?" Julian turned around and looked at the person in charge.

The person in charge recalled it for a while, and said in surprise: "Yes, it was also the second day after I cleaned." Just after he finished speaking, he realized something, looked at Mabel quickly, and said anxiously: "Boss, it's not me..."

Mabel waved his hand: "I know, Mr. Julian is just asking, since I dare to hand over this place to you, I will naturally believe you. Besides, if it was really you, I don't think you would be so stupid. If you want to pick the day after the cleaning, isn't that adding suspicion to yourself?"

The person in charge immediately expressed tears of gratitude.

Julian waved his hand: "I don't doubt you." After speaking, he pointed to the rag: "Are you used to throwing the rag on the shelf after cleaning?"

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I usually put..." Suddenly, his eyes widened: "Why is the rag here? No...it's not a rag!"

Julian: ...Huh?

Mabel's face sank: "Say it clearly."

"Yes, boss." The person in charge said a little bit dumbfounded: "This cloth is not the dishcloth I used, it seems to be..." He picked up the dishcloth and looked at it: "Yes, it was the last time I bought a piece of cut-off gold." At that time, the thing that the man used to wrap the cut-off gold. At that time..." He tried to recall, "Yes, I remember hearing clearly. At that time, the cut-off gold that the person sold was quite large. People know, so I wrapped the cut-off gold with this piece of cloth and sent it over. After I sent the things in, I seemed to put this piece of cloth next to it, and it hasn’t been touched since then. It’s strange, this piece Why is Bu here?"

The person in charge picked up the cloth and shook it. When the cloth was stacked on the shelf, it looked crumpled. Unexpectedly, after shaking, it became smooth and smooth, as if it was new.

The person in charge said: "At that time, I thought this piece of cloth was very interesting, so I didn't throw it out. Now that I think about it, the first time it was stolen seemed to be shortly after I received the piece of gold."

Mabel pointed her index finger at her lips: "I remember, one of the goods stolen last time was a piece of gold, right?"

"Yes, that's right." The person in charge gave an affirmative answer.

Julian reached out and took the piece of cloth and shook it twice: "In other words, the two thefts are probably related to this piece of rag?"

When he said this, his eyes never moved away from the cloth. When he said the word rag, a corner of the cloth was wrinkled.

Julian: ...

What the hell!

Julian almost threw the cloth out, God knows if it will eat people!

With a straight face, he interrupted the person in charge and Mabel's rambling guesswork: "Mabel, I'm hungry and want to eat."

Mabel was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay, then let's go eat first."

The person in charge wanted to say something, but Mabel stopped him.

The group of three left the warehouse with a piece of cloth like this. After walking out of the person in charge's room, Julian rushed to the center of the courtyard, threw the cloth, and struck a sword with his backhand.

tear-

With a crisp sound, Julian cut a hole in the top of the cloth, and the cloth flew up suddenly, as if trying to escape.

Julian made another sword move, barely scratching the edge of the cloth, almost splitting the cloth in half.Then I heard a burst of crying from that piece of cloth, it was crying, and the two corners were raised high, making a gesture of surrender.

Julian: ...

This cloth is fine!

Mabel and the person in charge have maintained a bewildered expression since Julian started to do it. After seeing the piece of cloth making a gesture of surrender, the whole person fell into a state of confusion: Who am I?where am I?what do i see

The corner of Julian's mouth twitched as he watched the piece of cloth floating in the air, he was so wronged that he didn't dare to move, God knows how he could see the expression on the piece of cloth.

"I...I surrender..." The cloth made a crisp voice, a bit like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Julian felt that the cloth was not threatening to him, so he put away his sword and looked at it with his hands in his arms: "Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Bu sobbed: "I... I didn't steal anything on purpose, I, I'm just hungry."

Julian raised his eyebrows: "Can you eat other people's food if you are hungry?"

The two corners of the piece of cloth met each other, and said: "But...but I can't go out, there is nothing else to eat."

Mabel finally came back to her senses, looked at the piece of cloth in surprise, and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Julian shrugged, saying he didn't know what it was either.

The piece of cloth glanced at Mabel, probably knowing that this was the owner of the things he had stolen, and flinched.

"Tell me, what the hell are you?" Julian glanced at it: "You better tell the truth, if you lie, I will cut you into rags after I find out!"

The cloth trembled, resisting the fear, puffed out his chest and said, "I used to belong to a great magician, he was good at refining all kinds of magical items, and every year, I don't know how many people hold a lot of gold coins I begged him, hoping to buy those magical items. I am the No. 73 magical item he refined!"

"Oh." Julian said blankly, "And then? What is your role?"

"I am a magical flying carpet! As long as you give me energy, I can fly!" said the piece of cloth proudly.

Julian looked at the size of the piece of cloth which was less than one meter square, and curled his lips: "You only have such a little bit in total, and you still have a flying carpet? Even if a goblin sits on it, can you fly? Could it be that you are a failure?" Bar?"

I don't know which word in this sentence stepped on the sore foot of the cloth, and it cursed angrily: "You are the failure, and your whole family is failure! I... I am called the success of the experiment. If there is no Me, how could that damn one thousand and seventy-four succeed!"

Julian nodded with a sullen face, very good, it is undoubtedly a failure.

Well, maybe it's not considered a failure, it should be a test product used to practice hands before refining the flying carpet on a large scale.

This piece of cloth seems to be very sensitive to the three words "failure product", and scolded him for a long time. The content in it was nothing more than that there would be no number 74 without him, but the number 74 seemed to look down on him. , always laughing at it, it ran away from home in a rage.

Afterwards, he tossed and turned a lot of hands, and finally fell on the ancestor of the person who sold off money. At that time, he had fallen into a deep sleep due to lack of energy, but his own materials were not simple. The ancestor of that person studied for a long time I didn't study its secrets, and I was reluctant to throw it away, so I kept it.

As time goes by, gradually, no one knows what it does, and later it is reduced to being used as a furoshiki.

It wasn't until Mabel's warehouse that he accidentally came into contact with some kind of energy overflowing materials that he woke up again. After waking up, he naturally wanted to replenish himself with energy, so he quietly swallowed those materials.

"Don't... don't hurt me, I'm very capable..." the cloth said sobbingly, its two horns imitating the movements of human hands, and it kept wiping away its tears.

Julian glanced at Mabel: "What do you want to do with your things, directly or something?"

Mabel was also a little speechless looking at the piece of cloth. This thing is really valuable if it is expensive, and it is really useless if it is useless. What's more, no matter how you say it, it belongs to a brand new life form. To put it bluntly, no It's okay to be exposed, but once exposed, she can't keep this thing at all with her strength.

"Give it to you." Mabel made a decisive decision and directly forwarded the cloth to Julian.

She thought very clearly, instead of keeping such a time bomb that could explode at any time, it is better to give it to Julian. As for what Julian wants to do with her, she will not care about it. She has nothing to do.

"Alright, then I'm not going to be polite. I'll give you the recipe for three more dishes later." Julian agreed after thinking about it.

With his strength enough to restrain this piece of cloth, he did not dare to do anything. As for what to do afterwards, he didn't think about it. He just thought this piece of cloth was very interesting, and it would be good to bring it with him to relieve boredom. .

In this way, this piece of flying cloth, which calls itself a flying carpet, became Julian's - cloak.

This thing can really fly, but it’s really useless for birds. With Julian alone, it can barely fly about two meters. …

Owen Diary:

Julian once said that one day is like three autumns, so...we haven't seen each other for decades.

The road to the land of chaos was smooth and boring, and I spent every day thinking about Julian.

No.16 days apart, miss him!

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