The Recorder of Type-Moon History

1: Two Boys and a God

"Hey, are you okay?"

A handsome boy with blue hair and red eyes, who was only seven years old, extended his hand in a friendly manner to the black-haired boy who was sitting on the ground with a dazed look on his face.

Under the soft moonlight, the blue-haired boy was seen covered in blood, and next to him lay a mastiff that he had just killed. The mastiff was as tall as an adult, and its sharp fangs made people shiver under the moonlight!

The black-haired boy hesitated for a moment. He didn't understand what the blue-haired boy said but felt his kindness, so he finally grabbed his hand, stood up, and thanked him for saving him from the mouth of the giant mastiff.

"Thank you, thank you." (In Chinese.)

"Huh?" The blue-haired boy tilted his head and looked at the black-haired boy in front of him who was the same height as him. He looked a little confused, as if the black-haired boy didn't understand his language, and he didn't know what the black-haired boy was saying.

Just as the two were looking at each other and blinking blankly, there was a sudden noisy sound of a crowd around them, and then in the high house not far away, the adults who were having dinner heard the noise outside and rushed out in a hurry.

It was at this moment that the eyes of the black-haired boy who was staring at the blue-haired boy suddenly underwent a miraculous change. Under the gaze of the blue-haired boy, the pair of originally ordinary black eyes suddenly became as dazzling and eye-catching as stars!

"The target has been locked, Cu Chulainn, the Son of Light, start recording and imprinting!"

At the sudden sound in his mind, the black-haired boy subconsciously widened his eyes and looked around, but did not find anyone except the blue-haired boy.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The blue-haired boy let go of his hand and walked forward, "Your eyes are so beautiful, how did you do that?!"

As he spoke, the curious blue-haired boy reached out to touch his eyes, only to see that the black-haired boy's eyes had turned back into ordinary black.

The black-haired boy subconsciously took a step back and was stunned again, because at this moment, he understood what the blue-haired boy said.

"Hey! What happened in Setanda?" At this moment, the crowd rushed over, and a handsome man in gorgeous clothes rushed to the blue-haired boy, glanced at the black-haired boy, and asked.

"The puppy wanted to eat him." The blue-haired boy pointed at the black-haired boy, "So I killed the puppy and saved him."

A puppy? ... The black-haired boy was a little speechless as he looked at the mastiff as tall as an adult, who was surrounded by the amazed crowd.

"You killed a person?" The man glanced at the black-haired boy without paying too much attention. Instead, he expressed shock at the bravery of the blue-haired boy.

"King Conchieber, what's going on?" At the same time, a middle-aged man with a long beard came over and said angrily, "Why did my beloved dog die? Who did it?"

King Conchieber briefly explained what happened, and the crowd gradually gathered around, all of them expressing their admiration for the handsome blue-haired boy.

"But this is a guard dog. Without him, who will protect me in the future!" The old man with a long beard and a grim expression knew that the blue-haired boy was someone King Conchieber valued, and he could not deal with him, so he transferred his anger to the black-haired boy.

"Damn, kid!" He pointed at the black-haired boy, waved his fist, and shouted loudly: "I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing this, no adult thought of reaching out to stop him, because the black-haired boy was very dirty, just like a refugee from the slums, and they didn't care about the death of such a person, not even King Conchieber.