What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Bancy knew the character of the knights trained by the church—if he had the choice, he would never want to deal with those knights in his life.

Bancy does not deny that those knights are often pious and loyal, with various traditional virtues that have been forgotten by modern people, elegant and educated, and are very easy to get along with friends. Bancy also met those knights in some work because of his duties as an official wizard .

You have to know that even in the modern society, the relationship between the vast majority of the residents of the mysterious world and the church is not good, so the work that requires an official wizard in Banxi to deal with those church knights often means negotiations, disputes and conflicts. It's really hard to talk about the imminence of getting ready to do it.

The politeness of the knights is only shown on the premise that they will not be touched to the bottom line. In other words, most of the knights that Bancy saw were tough and alienated, stubborn to the point of being almost cruel.

Of course, they've had fights, and quite a few.

It wouldn't surprise Banci to see himself at the top of the church's blacklist someday.

After all, the modern society is not the same as it was back then. The church has long since stopped killing a mysterious creature or a heretic. The knights they cultivated are responsible for protecting human beings. Greetings, and even a very small number of them can be friends.

The duty of the wizard council is to protect the mystery. Some mysterious creatures cannot die, some things must disappear into the darkness without a sound, and some events have to have a direct conflict with the church—the official wizard’s code of conduct has nothing to do with justice or public order and good customs. The only criterion is to let the mysterious be mysterious and the mundane be secular.

Will be included in the task list by the knights of the church, Mr. Wells obviously has a disgraceful - in the public sense, it can be said openly - in the past.

He's even on the Wizarding Council's list, as an ancient and powerful mystical, and awoke unscrupulous Predator who makes cities his hunting grounds.

At that time, it was the era of Bansy's grandmother, and that lady's talent was not very good, at least not enough to deter a vampire who had lived for more than two thousand years.

Mr. Wells has witnessed the era of the most mysterious and most powerful wizards, and he missed the hundreds of years when the world was turned upside down by falling asleep, so the world he saw after waking up was a natural hunting ground without competitors.

In those few years, bloody legends of vampires were rampant on the other side of the ocean. People dared not go out at night, and rumors abounded.

If Mr. Wells hadn't suddenly changed his gender, the Wizarding Council would probably have no patience and offer the highest level of reward, so that this gentleman who still lives in the ancient past can settle down a bit.

Why Mr. Wells suddenly disappeared back then has always been a mystery, but now Bancy has got the answer to this mystery - the church can't help but do it before the wizard, they sent dozens of excellent knights to hunt and kill This beast has lost almost all the loyal young knights of their generation one after another.

Including the best one, Mr. Wells has his picture in his pocket watch.The handsome young man stood next to Mr. Wells, with a gentle smile like an angel. The two walked side by side by the side of the road, faintly revealing the lingering affection that had been buried under the years.

"He doesn't want to take a photo." Mr. Wells leaned in his lover's arms, even though there was only a cold skeleton, he showed a sweet smile, "This is the only photo we have together, and it was accidentally taken by passers-by of."

They have never been together, even though they both admit that they are attracted to each other and are deeply stuck in the mud.

Mr. Wells described it as a policeman and an unforgivable serial killer in love. The responsibility and the blood of the past have created an insurmountable gap between them. Half possible.

"So he's still a kid." Mr. Wells hesitated for a moment. He was still smiling, but his throat choked up when he said the word kid, "I've lived for so long, how could I be afraid of death?"

"I just couldn't find the meaning of death, so I lived like this."

"But when I think that he will take my life with his own hands, I just feel happy."

and so……

"Obviously I opened my arms to his muzzle, why wasn't I the one who died?"

Mr. Wells's smile was slightly distorted, his lips trembled and he couldn't utter another word, so he had to cover his face, temporarily forgetting that this vampire's body couldn't shed tears at all.

Faced with his confession, Bansi did not speak.

His only job is to listen. He is here to listen to a vampire's deathbed confession, not to give psychological counseling to a vampire who has lost his lover.

It would be another matter for Mr. Wells to talk and talk himself out of his own mind, but Bancy couldn't fill that role.

When Bancy entered this job, the energy had already started to run on the set track, and he could not exceed the role and responsibilities he assumed.

This is very important, only when all parts perform their duties, the energy will not go off the rails, and the people in this energy cycle can be safe and finally retreat from the magic.

Mr. Wells sobbed silently for a while, then went on.

His lover committed suicide, and Mr Wells has been weaned from blood ever since.

The hematomimetic agent made by the wizard is terrible, and the blood bags in the hospital's blood bank are sour and cold. Mr. Wells is used to nestling in this chair with his half of the mug, quietly watching the sun rise as the sun rises. Climb up to the window sill and shine a thread of light through the gaps in the heavy curtains.

"His task is at last done," said Mr. Wells.

"He killed my heart, how will my soul survive in this world."

The candles on the table burned down slowly towards the bottom. Mr. Wells watched the candles brighten up, and at the moment when they were about to be extinguished, the light jumped, and the smoke rose up with a "huh" and got into the bottle.

The room was plunged into darkness.

He smiled and looked at Bancy: "Lady, this is my last confession, I have nothing to say."

Bancy didn't light the candle again, "Then, before the sun rises, I will pray for you one last time."

His voice floated in the darkness, floating like substance, each sound collided with the air, and the collision in the air produced subtle and long-distance ripples.

Bansy reached out and touched Mr. Wells' forehead.

The vampire's skin was cold and stiff, as if touching a piece of marble.

Mr. Wells closed his eyes and hung his head.

He heard the sorcerer recite an ancient prayer for him—wizards are very gentle and soft-hearted, so they would listen to the confession of such a dirty soul like him and pray for his departure.

He heard the wizard praying that his death would not be too painful, that the sins in his soul would be washed away by the sun, that he would cross the river to the other side, and that the gates of another world would open for him.

The voice of prayer was soft and undulating, and the tone seemed to be singing. Mr. Wells gradually felt tired and tired, and everything around him became far away from him. He gradually felt warm in the darkness, and the surrounding lights were light , Firefly-like light clusters.

Here... here...

A voice spoke to him.

The ball of light floated in front of him and wrapped around him, pulling him to a deeper place ahead.

go Go.

The voice rang softly in his ears, and gently pushed behind him.

So he flew up and floated in the darkness like those blobs of light.

Suddenly he realized that those light clusters were also lost souls.

So is he.

……

Bancy opened the curtains, and the sunlight outside the window poured into the dark arms. He watched Mr. Wells ignite a handful of flames in the sunlight, and quietly the lover's arms turned into ashes, stuffing them into the uneven bones of the skull. gap.

"That's nice..." Bancy said, letting go of his grip on the curtain.

He looked at Shi Li. His "husband" was probably in a state of complete confusion tonight. He could neither understand Mr. Wells' sadomasochistic love story, nor understand the cause and effect of this matter.

Otherwise, how could he be taken aback by the death of Mr. Wells, although Bancy had fully told him about the work this time before.

"I feel really good." Bancy stood under the sun, smiling at Shilu.

The skirt on his body was wrapped around his body, still pulling his soul heavily, but at a certain moment he suddenly became clear, and the wandering soul was pulled back to his body.

"What do you think, when I think that I will leave before you," Bansy said lightly, holding Shi Li's hand on his chest, "I only feel happy in my heart."

It will be a wound that will make you miserable and unforgettable, a wound that even if it heals, it will leave an ugly scar that cannot fade.

When I think about it, I can't help but want to smile, and I can't help but feel happy.

"Very good." Shilu Fan held Banci's hand, leaned over and kissed his lover gently, "I feel happy too."

Doesn't that mean that I occupy your whole life.

I have no reason to be unhappy.