He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Sheffield smiled first, and said in agreement: "Then the priest, can you ask you to remove this Holy Light probe from the person I care about very much?" But he still didn't hold the scabbard hand. release.

Raphael frowned almost invisible, barely maintaining his demeanor, but the smile on his face still remained.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps, and an old man in a clown suit was inserted between them.

The old man raised his head: "Ah, what are you doing, put away the scabbard or something."

Chi Lang recognized that it was Les, but he didn't expect Raphael to call Les' name right away.

"Mr. Ruth, it's just that there was some language dispute with these two friends, and nothing happened."

Ruth was stunned: "How did you recognize me?" He lowered his head and looked at his outfit, and he was indeed wearing a clown suit.

Chi Lang only realized his outfit, but Raphael still saw that they had met outside the magic tower just now.

"I learned a divine art related to the soul by chance, and I met Mr. Ruth in the magic research meeting." Raphael explained.

Ruth suddenly realized, "Oh": "It's really terrifying. I remember that in the church, you have to go to the cardinal to learn the magic related to the soul. It's incredible."

"I didn't expect that one day even a junior would be able to feel my soul casually."

Ruth seemed a little unhappy: "Sheffield, do whatever you need to do. Treat this guest well. After all, this is the 'House of Knowledge'. How can you not show the power of a magician?"

"Yes." Sheffield smiled, moved the scabbard up, and placed it on Raphael's neck.

Raphael had to take a step back: "I will not stop this magical method, and I noticed from outside the magic tower that this friend's soul power looks very special, similar to what I used to... I used to because of This, but has been entangled by many necromancers."

Ruth scratched his ears, the expression on his face a little confused.

Noticed from outside the magic tower, and the soul power is very special, the same as he was before, does this mean that their souls once had something in common?

Chi Lang looked at Raphael: "Sheffield, remove the scabbard, I have something to say to this priest."

Sheffield slowly retracted the scabbard.

Chi Lang held Sheffield's hand and smiled: "Wait for me here." Then he said to Raphael, "This way."

They walked to the farthest corner of the 'Palace of Knowledge', where there was still dust on the ground and almost no one came.

Chi Lang took out the flintlock gun first, and then looked at Raphael: "Tell me, Lord Priest, what did you mean just now?"

Raphael stretched out his right hand: "So if we meet officially for the first time, should I ask first?"

It was a strange sentence, but Raphael said softly at the end: "Hello."

- It is Chinese.

He carefully observed Chi Lang's reaction and said with a smile, "Should I still say 'hello'?"

Then Raphael said it again in English: "In this case, no matter which country you are, you can communicate?"

Chi Lang was a little nervous at first, but after listening to Raphael say this English sentence, there was only one thought in his heart, this familiar feeling of Chinese English. That's right, it must be a fellow countryman.

He actually felt a little relaxed, and then stopped Raphael in time to continue speaking English.

"Friends, let's communicate in Chinese." Chi Lang said, "You know that I am an outsider through the so-called soul power?"

Raphael squinted his eyes: "Yes, before I learned this magic technique, the power of my soul is very similar to yours."

There was a sudden burst of noise in the center of the Hall of Knowledge. The magicians were divided into two groups, and they were clamoring loudly. The person in charge was holding the magic handbook, looking a little overwhelmed.

Raphael looked over there: "Sorry, I may go over there now. Come to church if you have time. Whether you want to reminisce about the past, or think about how to... go back, or want to know how Get rid of the entanglement of the necromancer...you can come to me."

Raphael squeezed a smile on his face and walked towards the Magic Codex.

Chi Lang stood there and thought for a while, then ran back to find Sheffield.

Sheffield also looked at the center of the quarrel, and his eyes were a little cold.

"What's the matter, why did they suddenly quarrel?"

Sheffield withdrew his gaze and looked at Chi Lang with gentle eyes again: "It's nothing, it's just because some people want to use the Magic Codex only for a small number of people, but some people say it's completely open."

Chi Lang blinked: "Then do you want to see that magic manual?"

"In no mood."

"Raphael also passed, he seems to be entangled," Chi Lang asked tentatively, "Then why don't we run away?"

"Why use the word 'escape'?" Sheffield said with a smile.

"Isn't it running away? He won't find you if you run away. Let's go, go ahead, and I'll cover you behind."

Chi Lang pushed Sheffield away from behind.

Raphael glanced in the direction they left, and put his mind back on the matter in front of him.

In front of him, the magicians have been divided into two camps.

"What are you talking about? Of course, this is going to be reproduced in many copies for everyone to learn together." Fang said.

"This is exposed casually, so that the necromancers also come to learn? Will the elves also come to learn? Will all races come to learn?" said the other side.

"Magic has no racial boundaries."

Raphael listened for a while and then said, "Everyone..."

But when he spoke, the focus of everyone's argument shifted to him again.

"By the way, how did your church find this Magic Codex?" asked a magician wearing a hat and covering his face with a mask. He had already rummaged through the entire city of Zevernar in search of this Magic Codex. Then he went to study abroad for more than ten years, and finally returned to Zevernar City. He didn't expect to be found by the church people.

"Actually, it was found with the help of a young magician from the Howard family..."

As soon as the surname Howard came out, the magicians present were stunned for a moment, but the hat-wearing magician did not embarrass Raphael on this issue.

It's just that Ruth suddenly asked: "Then why did you buy so many Starlight Stones? Don't you want to do full magic shielding?"

Raphael said without changing his face: "That's because the trace of the necromancer was found here, and it was originally intended to be used against him."

"Then you bought too much," said another magician from the Magic Research Association who was in charge of purchasing supplies.

Raphael paused for a moment and explained, "That necromancer is very cunning and can keep resurrecting on different bodies."

"If you don't believe me, I brought all the Star Stones today, used and unused ones. I originally wanted you to help me analyze this necromancer..."

Raphael asked a few knights to bring up several boxes. These boxes were closed and there was a restriction on them. After opening the boxes, these star stones gathered together and glowed with each other.

The magicians gathered around. For some reason, when they approached together, some of the star stones began to dissipate. They dissipated like stars shattered.

"Necromantic magic is very repulsive to other magic, and basically cannot be used with any other magic... So we only need to use a little magic, and these star stones will dissipate." Wearing a hat the magician said.

But there are inevitably magical fluctuations in the Temple of Knowledge, so when the lid of the magic-forbidden box is opened, all these star stones begin to dissipate.

Raphael straightened his priestly robes: "Now you can trust me, I really never thought about blocking the magic of the Star Stone and using it in the Temple of Knowledge."

Starlight poured out, flowing from the underground "House of Knowledge" all the way to the hall of the theater, and then drifted outside the theater.

Chi Lang followed behind Sheffield, lowered his head and walked forward step by step, he hesitated for a long time what to say.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of starlight gushing out.

Xinghui slowly floated out from the main entrance of the theater, scattered in the air but landing very slowly.

Chi Lang stopped and poked Sheffield: "What is that?"

"The scene after the star stone was broken, maybe Raphael wanted to use magic to completely block it, but it was discovered." Sheffield held a lot of malice towards Raphael, and his tone of speech was also very bad, and Think Raphael's actions in the worst direction.

Sheffield held Chi Lang's hand, and there was still the pattern of the cross on the back of Chi Lang's hand. The Church's Holy Light investigation has not been completely lifted.

The breeze was blowing lightly, and the little stars fell into the fountain, and the surging water was also twinkling. The clock of midnight began to strike in the distance, and the hooves of the carriage drew nearer and farther away.

Sheffield kissed the back of his hand as if with a bit of dissatisfaction.

It never occurred to him that he would one day kiss the cross that belonged to the church.

Chi Lang looked at Xinghui, and only saw Xinghui slowly falling in his eyes, he said, "It's too unreal."

"Xinghui? Basically every month a magician damages the Xinghui Stone, so you can see it often. If you want to see it, you can also buy some back and put it on the rooftop..." Sheffield said.

"No, I'm talking about you."

Sheffield laughed: "Because of identity?"

Chi Lang shook his head and nodded again: "Even so... can I kiss you?"

He looked at Sheffield: "Although it seems that I should ask something first and wish you a happy birthday first, but..."

Xinghui seemed to fall on Sheffield's face, Chi Lang leaned in and kissed.

They are surrounded by stars.