Treasure Hunter , Sail the Blue Sea

The voices of Pinghe weak women came.

Silver gradient cards have appeared on their hands, and the magic is ready to instill in.

Through luminous, Alca saw the uninvited guest who suddenly sat in his room.

A green long hair hangs all the way to the position of the waist and abdomen, the white skin and a pair of bright green eyes.

This is an extremely delicate and beautiful face.

The slender tip of the ear stretched out from the side of the side, wearing an unusually delicate, luxurious and elegant dress.

Top ears?

Seeing this feature Alca thought of a race in the fantasy story.

Elf.

But the problem is that Alca hasn't heard of this race in this world.

Of course, it may be that he is more ignorant.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Alca still kept vigilant.

The figure heard Alca's words, crooked his head, and blinked a little bit.

"Ah? Don't you recognize me?"

What's more?

What do you mean? Why do I recognize you?

Speaking of people reached out, picked up something from the desktop and shook it in front of Alca through the moonlight.

It is the magic mirror that is only the size of the palm.

I saw this thing Aka instantly understand.

The girl may be the elf race in front of it, the soul trapped in the magic mirror.

When I couldn't hear the specifics of the sound, Alca has been fantasizing in my mind that the image of a white beard is an old man.

As a result, a beautiful girl.

"How did you come out? Aren't you trapped in the magic realm?"

Alca couldn't help asking that he did not instill the magic in the magic mirror.

When I heard Alka, the elf girl in front of her couldn't help but asked: "Didn't you touch it? I touched me naturally."

Ah? Is this like this?

As long as the magic in her body is active, she can naturally come out, instead of instilling the magic inside to liberate it.

Does she have to be rescued?

In other words, before, I do n’t know how many years she was trapped in the magic mirror, and she has never touched by those who have been touched.

Of course, it is also possible that she is talking about false words.

"Meet Alca, my name is Luci La Anna Custerlore ..."

In this way, the Lucily introduced the suffix of her long skewers in front of Alca.

"Is it a bit difficult to remember?"

It's not too difficult to remember, but I didn't remember it at all.

Alca couldn't help vomiting in his heart.

"Really? Then you call me Lucily, my friends call me like this."

etc.

"Are you reading my surface thought again?"

"Ah? Isn't that what you want to say?"

Of course not!

"Oh well."

You read again.

Alca calms down and suppress his thoughts.

Win frowned, watching around.

Being able to read my surface thoughts, that is,: "Isn't this a reality?"

"No, this is your dream."

Hearing this, Alca closed his eyes and fell fiercely on the bed.

Then I opened my eyes again.

I don't know if he has the magic power, or for other reasons, he can already wake up from his dream freely.

This time I still woke up in my room, but the oil lamp beside the bed did not go out.

The sound of waves rolled out of the ship, the sound came into the ears.

Looking at the magic mirror on the head table next to the bed, Alca took it up.

I saw that in the mirror, it was not my own face.

It was Lucilia's beautiful face, sitting on the bench, waved with a smile.

"Can't you come out?"

Aka couldn't help asking, as if he was talking to himself.

His words fell.

Lucilyia, who was still in the mirror, just sat by his bed.

Answer his question with action.

Later, Lucilyia was elegant, turned into a smoke, and flew to the place where she was sitting in the dream.

There is also Alca's flipped books on it. After sitting on a stool, she wanted to reach out and flip the book, and saw her hand passing through the book directly.

Lucily's face showed a clear frustration expression.

Look at this scene.

In other words, she is not a entity now, and is it still a soul -like spirit?

"Can others see you?"

Lucily heard Alca's problem, turned her head, watched her shook her head and nodded.

"Only you can see me at any time, I can choose other people, who can see who I can't."

That's okay.

"Then you can come out of the magic mirror now, what should I do in the future?" Alca couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Lucily thought, shook his head helplessly.

"I'm just a soul. If it wasn't for the magic mirror, I would have dissipated long ago, and I can still follow the magic mirror."

Hearing this answer, Alca looked at the magic mirror in his hand.

There is a strange sense of vision.

After patting his head, the idea was scattered.

"In other words, you can only follow me in the future?"

"Of course, if you discard the magic mirror, I will return to the magic mirror again, just like the previous situation."

Lucialia said directly.

She was able to understand the current situation and directly threw the choice questions to Alca.

Hearing this, Alca couldn't help thinking.

The girl next to the bed looked at the moonlight outside the window and looked very quiet.

"Okay, please take more photos after that."

Facing the moonlight Lucily, a touching smile on her face.

She turned her head and stretched out her right hand, holding Alca's hand and shaking.

"Thank you."

The touch from my hand made Alca can't help but look up at her.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course, but only you can touch me."

Speaking, Lucialia reached out and waved around the bed.

Her hand passed through the bedside quilt directly. Only when she touched Alca, she seemed to touch the entity.

So how do you sit above?

Alca couldn't help thinking.

However, in real life, Lucily is obviously not like the dream in the dream.

"The outside world, so good."

Looking at the moving girl in front of him, Alca can feel a little empathy.

After all, in the magic mirror, I don't know how many years have been trapped. In order to keep my mind, I can only sleep.

If you change your own, go crazy early.

"Well, I don't know how many years I have died, I don't know if my friends are still there."

She held her chin with both hands and couldn't help but look at the moonlight outside the window.

Hearing this, Alca couldn't help but be more curious. Where is Lucily's people? After all, this delicate face plus this ears like an elf.

Alca has never heard of the calendar.

Not only the calendar she used, the calendar used by Alca, and the place where she is now, Lucillaa has not heard of it.

"Tomorrow I will take you to see the map and see if the Haitu is familiar with it."

If you do n’t know the name, you can only look at these topographic maps, maybe you can know.

After all, the terrain is not so easy to change.