i used to be a devil

From the setting sun, to the sky full of stars, to the bright moon in the sky falling back to the west.

Yirang was sitting in the living room, still writing something, while Charles and Alina were cleaning the dirty room.

Nothing seemed wrong.

Ruth was spread out on the table in front of her, "I suddenly felt that it was only the setting of being a demon king in the past. Compared with what you have shown now, it is really weak. What is that book called? Mythology Chronicle?"

"Compilation of church mythology and history." Yirang repeated the correct name in a good-tempered manner.

"Yes, yes, yes, let's talk about it, why did you become enemies, how did you fight in private, how did you tear your face apart?"

Ruth's weird voice became excited, and her pages flipped rapidly, and the words that were guessed later, all turned into golden words, sprang out in lengthy sentences.

Yi Rang, whose eyes were only on the parchment in front of him, listened to every word she said with the corners of his lips bent, and patiently did not interrupt.It was only when she paused that she leisurely drew a full stop, "The time for storytelling is over."

"Just like you, how can I get my memory back?!"

Ruth's voice became more and more screaming. If she looked like a person, she would probably have jumped up angrily.It's a pity that she is not, so she can only turn the pages crazily.

Yi, who was smiling from beginning to end, closed the letter in his hand, and he was even humming a song softly, which Bailan was familiar with.

Faintly, shallowly, it seems like the leaves falling with the night wind at night.

It was originally the tune of Holy Mu in the church, but it was hummed by him, just like a simple night tune.

Seeing him getting up, Bai Lan immediately stood up nervously—of course, this did not attract any attention, Charles and Alina were still doing their own cleaning work, and Ruth was still chattering...

"Yi...Yiyirang——Your Majesty?"

I never expected the situation at this time in my life, I fell behind a few steps and caught up not far away, I hesitated and didn't know if it was an appropriate address before I said it, and after turning a few times in the middle, it became an uncertain question.

Yirang stopped walking, and Bai Lan was so frightened that she almost knelt on the ground with her knees bent at the same time. She managed to hold on for a long time, but her calves were trembling, and her knees kept bending under control.

Fear mingled with a certain longing of anticipation, and she fought back teeth chattering, and said, "Well, I mean, we should—no, I should do something, that, Valls Ronda I know he , yes... that, he, he, he is a member of the church, me, me, me..."

There are a series of conjectures in my mind, a number of related things are in it, and the inextricable relationship seems to be entangled in everything, but facing Yi Rang, I feel that there is no way to say anything directly.

The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't explain clearly, and his fear turned into worrying that the god he believed in as an alchemist would be impatient.

The death of Barth Ronda made her feel for the first time how insignificant human beings are before the gods.

"Bars Ronda, and I have seen the first assassin."

"Hey?"

Bai Lan was a little surprised by Yi Rang's opening to explain. The tears she had burst out before were just a part of her habitual flow. She forgot the anxiety just now, and looked at Yi Rang in front of her dully.

"I think you should learn the history of mythology well?"

Bai Lan nodded subconsciously, "Fortunately—" More than that, I graduated with the best grades in every project in the school!

I couldn't tell what was going on in my heart, but she nodded slightly, and Yi Rang continued: "The part about me, what do you remember about it?"

"...Yirang killed my god in the sea of ​​heaven. The envoys accused him of betrayal. Yirang replied: I have never surrendered. Therefore, the envoys called him a traitor and fought against him. The power of the traitor was captured by the gods. Scatter among the envoys, and the traitors will kill the envoys and get back their divine power..."

For the final battle, there are detailed records in church scriptures.

It was Socra who killed Yirang first, and then Cappadocia died in his hands first. Once his power was dispersed by Socra and the rest of the envoys obtained the body of the god, and his killing took back the divine power.

The battle lasted for eleven days, and every day, he would kill an envoy, and on the last day, only the servants who had lost the envoy were left in the God Realm. The world will be destroyed together, but Socrates has not completely died in the sea of ​​​​the sky. Before Yirang left, he left a prophecy——

"God said, I will always come back to you and others."

Bai Lan deserves to be the top student, and she recited these retellings word for word, so that Yi Rang, who was just listening casually, couldn't help laughing after listening to them all: "I don't know how you guys got so comprehensive and perfect. The process is recorded."

"Yes--"

"Ah, I remember, Lancelot's obedience has been doing these things since the past."

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he just smiled when he said it, and he looked very good-natured from the beginning to the end, "Sucra said he gave me a curse. But I haven't found out what it is yet, The days of slumber are too long, and his previous restrictions have not been effective for a long time."

"What do you think he's thinking?" It didn't seem like a question that needed an answer. Yi Ran started walking again, and Bai Lan followed him all the way while listening, "How interesting, everything is so Promising and presentable--appropriately ineffective restrictions, and everything prepared, what a perfect trap, so perfect, I can't help but want to see how hard he can go."

"You—" Listening to Yi Rang's words, Bai Lan couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, carefully weighing what she said, "Do you want to kill again, God?"

"He wants to be resurrected, doesn't he?" Yi Ran said with a rising smile in his tone, "Sucra and the eleven tools are all dead. In this case, only me is left. Do you think Ross Whose clothes will Mill be?"

"...??? Doart's—"

"What do you think should be there that I don't know."

Yi Rang asked back, he stopped in front of the study door, and the opened room had been completely cleaned.

The bookshelves are full of books, "It's very interesting, how far did they go to revive Socra? Galahad's little tail seems to be working hard."

"You mean, Carrie the Prophet?"

Seemingly biting the corner of her mouth in distress, Yi Rang muttered, "Maybe, I don't pay much attention to them, and I can't remember their names."

"Then we—"

"The Dabi of Imperial College, I'm suddenly interested to see it."

There was no foreshadowing at all, Yi Rang suddenly changed the topic, and jumped to another place, leaving Bai Lan dumbfounded, "You mean, the competition that started these few days?"

"Well," Yi Rang took a few steps forward, took out a notebook and put it in front of Bai Lan, "It is said that you humans have many means, and I heard that enough resourcefulness can kill a god—"

Bai Lan suddenly remembered the magic element spell that was denied by Yi Rang below the fifth level. She watched Yi Rang lightly snapped her fingers, and the magic element that had completely disappeared before reappeared in the air and became active. Get up, "While waiting to kill Socra again, I want to see if there is anything interesting about these methods."

……

After the last batch of participants arrived in Boltton Town on time, this year's imperial college competition officially kicked off.

Gumi, a fellow practitioner of Ferrero, arrived at the school earlier. Although I don't know why, I feel that I am more prepared.

Rosemere accompanied Xiugumi with Yirang's identity certificate. Although he didn't have a very enthusiastic face, he did his best in various aspects.

There is no shortage of medicines, but when asked by Polly, he can't help but hold his empty bottle of recovery medicine and sigh and say, "I feel like I'm going to die of poverty."

Yirang didn't provide any funds for the potion consumption this time. Rosemere, who was assigned to the task by Yirang because she was unwilling, and was inexplicably obedient, paid for the consumption this time entirely out of her own pocket.

Fortunately, only Ferrero needed to play in the first game, and the opponents who were relatively unable to get the direct promotion places were mostly simple and small roles.

It doesn't take much effort to deal with it.

"Today's opponents are still relatively ordinary."

Today's promotion competition for Ferrero is completely over. The competition has already started to the fourth day, and the results of the top [-] finalists have almost come to an end.

The place where they live now is the dormitory specially arranged by Xi Lanfa Mitch.

Sitting on the bed, while applying medicine to some bruised wounds on his body, Ferrero couldn't help but look at Shugumi who was still meditating, and couldn't help asking: "Is it okay?"

After being "guided" by Yirang a little that day, without knowing what the other party did, Xiugumi could no longer feel the magic element, and mobilized him to cast spells with Luan.

Rosemir, who was fiddling with the alchemy array, listened to Ferrero's words, turned his head, and then turned his attention away, "Who knows, to be honest, I heard that magic elements below the fifth level can't be mobilized a few days ago. But it didn't take long before it returned to normal, only this little girl seemed to be the same from the beginning to the end, she couldn't feel it or she couldn't feel it. I said to give her a human body alchemy, to find a way to touch the magic elements above the fifth level, She doesn't—"

Rosemere is in a backlit position, and his back is facing Ferrero at this time.

"Then what should we do, find Teacher France?"

"She still doesn't."

"Teacher Yirang?"

The magic potion in his hand showed colorful colors, flowed continuously, and finally stabilized slowly.

——I just denied something.

The successfully prepared Aurora potion is like flowing liquid gold in the container.Rosemil looked at his own wrist, and said softly, "It's still early, and Xiugumi's match will be a long time away."

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