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

The possibility of spoiling the situation was choked to death, but the atmosphere around Banxi was stiff for a few seconds.

Today, there are more non-humans than human beings present, and there are even fewer wizards among the humans present. The grievances between him and the lady and his former boss belong to the internal conflicts of the wizards, so for the vast majority of guests, this small event The conflict came out of nowhere.

Bancy raised his wine glass as if nothing had happened, and rounded up the scene with a smile.

Fortunately, there are more non-humans than human beings. One or two mostly know the secrets of the wizards and don't go into it. They just followed the words passed by Bancy, glanced at each other, and wiped the air for a few seconds of sudden silence.

Every one of the guests present, Banxi, knew each other. Even if they hadn’t seen each other before, they could roughly match their faces with their names and races. He chatted a few words here and then talked for a while, and when the guests started to socialize, he would You can retire.

I don't know where Shilu took him to sober up. The funeral is about to officially begin and he hasn't returned yet.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

On the contrary, the spectator moved towards him with a wine glass, his tongue smacking was full of meaning, and his mood of eating melons with great interest was clearly revealed.

Bansy squinted at Uther next to him, wondering why there was such a person everywhere.

There is no theory to prove that the sea witch has a wide range of friends all over the world. Isn't the probability of him running into Uther recently a bit too high?

Uther returned his smile with eyes half downcast, and the cold and indifferent Kaolin Flower figure stood still.

Although there is no theory to prove that the sea witch has a wide range of friends, there is also no theory to prove that the sea witch cannot make friends all over the world. It just happens that his circle of friends overlaps with Banxi's work scope a bit, so he hits melons every time. on site.

"It's really well protected." Uther teased, pressing his throat, "I thought the wolf had turned into a cub by mistake."

It's still the sobbing and pitiful puppy who is guarded by a beast behind him. When he encounters a meat snatcher, his tail droops and his eyes droop, and he rushes out before the beast bared his teeth, for fear of causing people to suffer. .

Conscience of heaven and earth, Bancy’s style in the Wizarding Council, he has heard of Bancy’s style in the wizarding council. He is a sea witch who is squatting in a foreign country and making music with peace of mind. Bancy has never suffered only because others have missing arms and legs. Shilu took that lady there. It's really hard to say whether it is to teach someone a lesson or to save someone's life by mistake.

Bancy blinked at him, his pair of sapphire-like eyes contrasted with the sapphire necklace around his neck, making him look more calm and clean, with the ice floe floating without cover, cold and arrogant.

"He's already here, and I can't let him go back." Bancy said, the red wine in the glass stained his lips, "Besides, it's not suitable to see blood on an occasion like today."

A vampire's funeral is as solemn and quiet as a human funeral, without the usual sweet blood in a vampire banquet, and without those beautiful and charming sideshows, the servants walking among the guests are pale and wooden, wearing black veils for their dead masters outside their black suits .

The colors of the funeral were either black or white, and the only bright color was red roses for decoration. According to Mr. Wells’ last words, all the flowers came from his estate. Pick the unopened flowers from the garden, and they will be in full bloom in the evening.

Mr. Wells doesn't like black magic roses. The red and black color reminds him of dried and decayed blood. However, this is the flower his lover wants to use at the funeral, so he raises the whole garden alone.

The funeral had exhausted the roses in the garden, and the garden was full of bare stems clumped together, and the ground was littered with dead leaves from picking the roses.

Walking through the garden, it leads directly to the back door of this villa. A servant guards the back door alone. Hearing movement from a distance, he immediately becomes vigilant.

These servants are not real vampires. They belong to the living dead created after death. Their bodies are driven by energy, and their ability to move depends entirely on the "master" who created them.

And tonight, after their master's funeral, they'll be six feet under again.

The living dead didn't feel anything about it, just like being sent to a small bungalow after hearing Bancy's "send me back", everything ran according to the logic they knew, and there were no unexpected surprises.

The servants guarding the back door have no names, and the vampires never give them names when making servants, so as to ensure that what they drive is only the dead body, and the soul that should not be awakened in the body will not be awakened by the name.

The awakening of the soul in the dead body has nothing to do with the good thing of bringing the dead back to life, it just means the same pain as a conscious vegetative person, even if he is back under six feet, he will not be at peace.

However, sometimes they can be called by their responsibilities. If they are not used regularly, there is basically no risk. For example, the servant guarding the back door can be called "back door".

He heard guests approaching at the back door, and indeed saw two guests approaching. One man and one woman had a terrible atmosphere, and he didn't know whether he should go up to dissuade them.

Shilu let go of the hand that was holding the woman's wrist, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously—the feeling of the slippery skin felt strange to him, and when he let go of his hand, it seemed that his hand was covered with a layer of slippery, wet and sticky stuff, exuding Perfume smells too strong.

I really want to wash my hands.

The sticky palm made Shi Lu's face gloomy again, and when he raised his eyes, he seemed to stare at the woman fiercely, which made her tremble with fright, and a very cat-like appearance appeared on his face.

When she was dragged out by Shilu just now, she still had the confidence to swear and swear. Her background determined that she would not utter any swear words, but sometimes the oblique embellishments were more ironic, and Shilu's heart would burn if it was lit. fire.

In terms of identity, she is a witch, a witch with a higher generation than Banxi, and a noble blood of the cat kingdom that has been passed down several generations ago. In other words, she can be regarded as a half-elf with a stronger mystery. It is an advantage shared by wizard families who have married mysterious creatures.

Everything she owns gives her the capital to be arrogant in front of Bancy, just like Bancy's former boss, who is so defiant and uncontrollable that he takes it for granted.

But before Shi Li pinched her wrist, the woman closed her mouth wisely, she rubbed her wrist and bit her lip, the unspoken words were clearly displayed on her face.

"Get out." Shi Li said, he "felt" himself very angry, but his head was blank as if he was too angry, he was not thinking about anything, and his mouth made a sound faster than his conscious reaction.

"Get off my land."

He is ordering.

Shiru knew the meaning of every word he said, although he couldn't be sure who he was ordering.

The woman in front of him may be the object of his words, but the scope of effect is not limited to this.

Shilu really felt the wonderful feeling that surged up in the deepest part of his consciousness when he spoke. He was pulled away for a moment and seemed to be connected with something profound and profound. It was kind and familiar as if it was a part of him, but he also Waking up to the fact that it's not a part of him.

The expression on the woman's face froze—the blood flowing in her body was oppressed by an unspeakable force, and the bloodline of the cat kingdom that had brought her infinite benefits in the past now became an extremely painful burden for her.

The closer she is to the mystery, the more perceptive she is.

She was so keen that she could perceive the irresistible and powerful mystery that fell in front of her at that moment, and the turbulent tide that came to her with Shi Li's words.

get out.

Her body was stiff and unable to move, and her inner perception was completely sealed off. For a witch who was extremely dependent on this, it was like being blind and suddenly placed in the boundless darkness. The invisible beast, as long as she takes a step, it will be devoured.

Get out!

The ground beneath her was repelling her.

Strongly rejecting her existence with a fierce emotion that the land should not have, a huge wave was set off to push her out of this sea area, and it also left her with a scent imprint that the tide could not subside.

A mark that only the land can smell.

For a long time in the future, she will be enveloped by this smell, and her rejection will also make her rejected by other lands, unable to integrate into the energy cycle of any land.

She finally realized that she had provoked an existence that shouldn't be provoked, offended a mystery that shouldn't have been offended, but she looked around in panic, only seeing the door that was ruthlessly closed after pushing her out.

In the middle of the moon, she was wearing expensive jewels, shining in the moonlight.

This is also the moment when the funeral begins.

Bancy walked to the center of the hall and tapped the rim of the wine glass with a silver spoon. The guests who were talking gradually became quiet and looked in his direction.

"Everyone," he said, "At this moment, we salute our mutual friends."

The ashes of Mr. Wells were buried in the same coffin as his lover. "In accordance with the will, I will gather his bones with ebony, and line the coffin with white lilies and red roses."

"Everything he loved will be buried in the ground with his bones, and the past will always belong to the past, and it will be peaceful under six feet."

Bancy saw that the gentlemen who belonged to the church on the guest list gritted their teeth. These few also came to the funeral, but not to the funeral of Mr. Wells.

They are here to mourn the passing of their former colleague, to send this old friend who deserved peace decades ago to the last mile.

Although he couldn't be buried in the land blessed by the church, he couldn't get the funeral ceremony he deserved, and he was entangled with that damned vampire until he was buried.

The guest list was also drawn up by Mr. Wells himself. Bancy recalled his expression at that time, and it is not difficult to guess the ostentatious thought.

You see, he was with me to the end, and in all proofs the world could have, he was mine.

"Let's raise our glasses," Bansy said, raising his glass, "to share his final farewell."

The guests raised their wine glasses and drank the blood-like wine in the glass. When the wine gas rose up, a thin smoke floated under the light, flowing out from the bottle placed in the corner of the hall, and spreading to every room in the hall. corner.

my dear friends.

I bid you farewell.

The figure of Mr. Wells flickers in the smoke, and it seems to be just a touch of color flowing in the smoke.

Every word of his confession to Bancy rises in the smoke, and everyone will see the flashing past, good or bad or unspeakable, like a sigh.

Here is my last farewell to my dear friends.

All the joys, angers, loves and hates have been confessed, and my whole life has dissipated in this smoke.