The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

No one could have the luck of Ivan, who picked up a boy with a single name in the cemetery on the first day he landed in the new world.

The young man named Jason sat up from the coffin after a brief absence, which impressed Ivan. After all, a young man of this size can pierce the coffin and cross layers of thick soil with his bare hands. Sitting up without changing his face, he might have eaten a cow before being locked in the coffin.

Then he realized something was wrong.

After the boy sat up, there was no extra reaction, and his eyes changed from blank at first to very blank.

Ivan: "..." No!

He tentatively poked the boy's body with his stick, but he saw the subconscious tension of the boy's body, and there was no other reaction other than that.

Ivan moved closer, and stretched out his hand after thinking about it. The language may sometimes be difficult, but the body language can be understood most of the time.

His hands were slender and fair, and there were several blue veins on the part of the wrist that exposed the opening of the T-shirt.

Jason was unmoved, he was like a puppet who had lost his soul, but his eyes became more and more dazed.

Ivan had no choice but to lift him up like a chick. Fortunately, his strength potion lasted for a long time.

Jason still didn't respond, as if he wasn't the one who worked so hard to survive before, Ivan frowned suddenly, there was a power in this young man that he was extremely familiar with.

Belonging to his spiritual power.

In the world of Western Fantasy, human power systems are divided into two types, one is martial arts that rely on cultivation strength and weapons to increase one's own strength, and the other is magic that relies on magic power to mobilize elements on the mainland. These two systems However, there is a point of overlap, that is, mental power. Mental power is a threshold that cannot be ignored for warriors and magicians to advance. Otherwise, if the advanced level is improved, but the mental power does not keep up, it is easy for someone to lose control of the body Or someone is insane.

And everyone's mental power is different, maybe the second person can't tell the difference, but I am very familiar with it.

Okay, so here comes the question, why did my own mental power fluctuations appear on a young man who was locked in a coffin and buried in the ground when he just landed in an unknown world? After a little later, this fluctuation will disappear.

"Could it be that it was affected when I landed?" Ivan murmured, "There will indeed be fluctuations when I fight with the dog and break through the barriers of the world..."

He didn't dare to think about it any more. The child seemed to be out of his mind. Could it be because he and System No. 2 had affected him?It's not impossible.

Ah, in this case, wouldn't the idea of ​​sending this child to the police station come to naught?He originally thought of sending the child to the gate of the police station by waving his sleeves as a red scarf, but now he feels that the red scarf can't be done, and he himself is the culprit.

Ivan, who had already agreed in his heart that Jason's mind was not right, sighed again, and put the little boy down. The kid seemed to be a little over 1.6 meters tall, less than 1.7 meters, but Ivan already had 1.7 meters. Mi Liu couldn't help but look at the child with a hint of love in his eyes.

However, after thinking about the situation of the child being buried underground, there is also a high possibility that he met an extremely vicious kidnapper. Maybe the child's family is looking for it.

Ah, a dilemma has arisen!

Jason's eyelids blinked, and he lowered his head dully to look at the ground he was stepping on. There were still water stains on the lawn, mixed with mud and stained on his leather shoes.

The leather shoes looked like they had been around for a while, and even the blue suit was a bit tattered.

"Jason." Ivan said.

Jason looked up.

Ivan: "..." These blue eyes really have a sense of déjà vu!

"your home, do you know? family name?"

"HOME..." Jason's lips moved as if he heard some words that caught his attention, "B..." Then he closed his mouth and didn't say a word.

Ivan thought for a while, "B... what?" He scratched his hair without getting another answer from Jason, "In short, it's Jason, and the name of the family starts with B, probably."

Finding someone in this way is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

Let's take it one step at a time. I'm still not sure what the child's brain looks like. If it's him before, he still has the confidence to use his mental power to explore the child's body. After all, he is also a talented master of pharmacy. But now if he makes a rash move, he's afraid that he won't be able to grasp it and directly destroy the kid's brain.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ivan once again used his magic power to close the original coffin lid, and buried the soil on the cemetery back. Jason had already fallen asleep leaning against the tombstone at this time.

The dirty, tattered blue suit didn't look good at all. There was even blood on the cheeks of Jason's little boy, and his hands were also covered in blood, and a few nails were completely turned over. It looked horrible.

Ivan pursed his lower lip, bent down and picked up the little boy, and glanced at the tombstone standing quietly again. The cold lettering on the tombstone still existed.

【Jason200X----201X】

If the information on the tombstone is true, it looks like he was only 15 years old, and still a child.

However, is this year 201X? If it is my original world, it should be a year already.

Looking back, Ivan led the people and left, leaving as quietly as when he came.

The next day was a rare sunny day in Gotham. The cemetery watchman was unexpectedly awakened by the sunlight. He got up from his bed muttering, opened the door and yawned, thinking about walking in the cemetery now. Circle, and then come back for breakfast.

I turned around and found nothing unusual, and felt a little relieved.

"Huh?" The guard stopped when he reached the last cemetery, and let out a doubtful voice, "This soil seems to have been moved?" He scratched his hair with some uncertainty.

The caretaker remembered the owner of this cemetery. After all, there are not many guys without a last name.

No one has come to visit for so many years.

So who would care? In the city of Gotham, few guys even care about the life and death of the living, let alone the dead.

The guard turned his footsteps and quickly left here.

Ivan was sitting on a park bench in a daze, beside him sat Jason with the hood pulled up to his nose.

Jason has come to his senses, but he doesn't react to the outside world. The black robe covers his face and his whole body, looking like a bird that has been exposed to wind and rain .

In Gotham, there are all kinds of weirdos, but the black-robed weirdo sitting on a park bench in a daze is nothing to the citizens of Gotham.

Ivan: "..."

He put a cloak on the comatose Jason that could make people ignore his appearance, and put one on himself by the way, and after Jason woke up, the city also came alive, and he was waiting here for yesterday Late has seen the gold shop open.

When the sun was high and there seemed to be fewer people on the street, he dragged Jason into the unremarkable gold shop.

Having traveled the mainland for many years, he is well versed in the way of dealing with some people.

So he pulled down his cloak under the vigilant eyes of the shopkeeper, then walked to the counter and threw a gold coin.

He exuded the aura around him, and his eyes covered by the cloak watched the shopkeeper's every move.

The shopkeeper swallowed, but maybe the luster of the gold coin was too alluring. Although his hands trembled slightly, he still picked it up and stared at him carefully for a while.

Impatiently, Ivan stretched out his index finger of his right hand and tapped on the table. The tapping sound echoed in the shop, making the shop owner tremble again.

Then the shopkeeper raised his head, and there was a secret greed in those eyes besides vigilance.

Ivan frowned, watching the shopkeeper stretch out his hand, then put his five fingers together, and then raised an index finger.

Ivan didn't answer, his pale fingertips continued to tap on the table one after another.

The gold coin he took out is considered a handicraft. The relief on it originally represented a country in the Western Fantasy Continent. It is acceptable to expect the price of selling handicrafts to be directly converted according to the price of gold, which is lower.

Seeing that Ivan didn't nod, the shopkeeper bit his tongue and stretched out his left hand again, gesticulating a number.

Knowing that the newcomer was still trying, Ivan took out a small cloth bag from the cloak around his waist, only half the size of a palm, and threw it on the table.

There was a 'dong' sound.

The shopkeeper hurriedly took it, opened it carefully, counted the number of golden coins exposed inside, and checked carefully, the smile on his face became more real than before.

It's just that after receiving the gold coins, he dawdled again.

Ivan knew what the other party was up to at a glance. It was impossible to open a private gold store in one place without any connections. The current situation probably means that the store took the initiative to think carefully.

Ivan was also unambiguous, pointing his pale fingers on the table, and then pointing slowly again.

The slender fingers sank into the table at a speed visible to the naked eye. Many of the glass surfaces of the table in the gold store are bulletproof, even if the robbers come, it will take a lot of effort.

A round finger-sized hole quietly appeared.

Afterwards, the slow-moving shopkeeper seemed to be injected with new vitality immediately, quickly ordered a wad of banknotes and put them on the counter, while he skillfully shrank under the counter with his head in his arms.

Ivan picked up the money and continued to drag Jason away without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

The ability of the cloak was quickly revealed, and he and Jason quickly disappeared into the crowd. As for what the shopkeeper was thinking.

That has nothing to do with him.

He is now considering changing Jason's clothes, wondering if Jason likes the yellow cloak.

The author has something to say:

It's still hard to deal with the second young master, so just stay obediently for a while, and don't want to be in a crazy state.

hold on to myself.

Woohoo, didn't my original intention come from writing a healing sand sculpture?