Palm Dragon

The dim light of the old street lamps attracted many fluorescent moths.

The streets were not less crowded because of the night, occasionally there would be carriages with lights passing by, and the drivers at the front of the carriages would be well-dressed.

There is a faint light in the shops on the street.

One of the unassuming walnut doors was silently closed without a sign and no lights in the window.Although it was midnight, it was business hours.

Werther had been standing on the opposite side of the street for a long time.

The necromancer who took off his big cloak looked like a pale and handsome young man.

There are also some people standing here and there on the side of the street.

They made eye contact in silence, then shook hands, priced each other in the palms of their hands under the wide robes, bargained, handed over the goods and money, and the transaction was completed, the whole process was silent.

There was also a coquettish red lips under the cloak who smiled lowly and blew a kiss to the gentleman on the passing carriage. When no one was paying attention, the two shadows disappeared into the dark alley.

Outside the range of the dim street lights, all kinds of under-the-table transactions were going on, and the naked necromancer looked abrupt instead.

After avoiding the first few jokes, Werther finally made up his mind.

The seemingly thin door was unexpectedly heavy when pushed, and the hand bell rang as usual.

Werther closed the door behind him. Today's grocery store looks different from last time, but Werther couldn't tell the specific difference.

It looked like there was no one in the store.

Werther approached the counter cautiously.

Under the counter sat a model of what looked like a sitar, in a beautiful glass case.

"welcome."

Witt was taken aback by the sudden sound before he could take a closer look.

Lee stood by the shelf across from the counter.

Werther was sure that there was no one in the store when he came in just now.

But Lee smiled like he was standing there the whole time.

"Today's guest is late." Li said softly to Werther in a chatty tone.

Then the bell rang again.

A fully clothed person hurriedly opened the door and entered.

The visitor looked small, wearing an oversized black cloak like most of the people Werther had seen on the street just now.

He lowered his head and could only see the tip of a small chin.

is a woman.

When did capes become popular on the continent of Oli?Werther thought.

Li didn't seem to see the strange dress of the visitor.

The new guests didn't even look at Werther, they stood in front of the counter and stretched out their hands.

Slender white wrists slipped out of the black cloak, tied with a thin colorful braided ribbon, like a colorful poisonous snake.

Li glanced at it, pulled the strap off, then bent down and took out the sitar model from the counter and pushed it forward.

The person who came picked up the sitar together with the glass case, and a lock of bright green hair hung down with his movements.At that moment, Werther seemed to hear whispers in the air.

But the sound disappeared quickly, and the black cloak turned around and walked out of the store as hurriedly as when he came, as if there was a fire-breathing dragon chasing after him.

"...Your customer range is really wide." There are actually high-level wood elves patronizing this kind of black shop.

"Everyone has wishes that cannot be fulfilled." Li paused, "It is not shameful to ask for help at this time."

"Can you achieve all your wishes?"

Li smiled slightly. "What do you want to find here?"

Witt paused, and a barrier rose from under his feet.

Li's fox eyes hung up, allowing Werther's enchantment to envelop them.

"Actually, you can rest assured." Li said. "We are absolutely confidential to our customers."

Werther took something out of his pocket as if he hadn't heard anything.

The reason why he made a contract with Yisi.

A small jar of beautiful gem-studded amethyst.

"Ah." Li seemed to sigh in admiration, his eyes narrowed even more.

The jar is even more beautiful in light.

But for Li, the most beautiful thing is the gemstone "pattern" on the jar.

"You are amazing."

Li's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something in the air.

"It's been a long time since I've seen... such a specific holy circle. It's almost complete..."

Werther interrupted him eagerly: "Have you seen the whole one?"

The holy circle is a forbidden technique handed down in black magic that can bring people back from the dead.

The main uses of the necromancer's powers fall into two categories: summoning and dominating ghosts, and bringing corpses or spirits back to life.

Summoning and domination is the basic content of every necromancer, but reviving corpses and souls is forbidden.

There are only two races that can be reborn in the world: angels and elves.

After the death of the angel, the soul is washed and purified, and reincarnated as an innocent little angel; the soul of the elf is immortal, and after the death of the body, it can still be reborn through the tree of life.

But human beings are not among the races favored by the God of Light.

So human beings usually have to pay a lot of price and effort to be reborn.

It is said that since a long time ago, only a very small number of necromancers have been able to record the complete spell that can revive people from death-the holy circle.

But when Werther searched for information about the holy circle, he found that the usage of the holy circle had disappeared hundreds of years ago.

Werther groped for a long time in the limited clues and materials, but he could only deduce the material of the general pattern. Until three years ago, Werther accidentally met a Necromancer whose life was about to burn out in the Forest of Illusions. The condition of protecting the peace of his soul after death was exchanged for key clues about the holy circle.

The usage of the holy circle is recorded in a book, which is listed as one of the seven forbidden books and has long been lost on the continent of Ori.

"Whether it is Lucifer or the God of Light, there is no way to find that book." The necromancer's eyes have gradually lost their luster. "If you want to be reborn, you might as well try to become a lich."

These were the last words of the old necromancer.

"I want it." Werther looked into Lee's eyes. "I want the forbidden book."

Lee looked away from the jar.

"The holy circle you made is very close. This may not be possible for many necromancers."

"I want the complete 'Holy Circle'."

Lee smiled.

"That banned book isn't in my grocery store," he said.

Werther's eyes darkened.

"Can you get it?" Werther's palms were slightly wet.

"I'm a businessman." Li Shangyang smiled unabated. "Even here, you can't afford it."

Werther withdrew the barrier and said coldly, "If it's not here, I don't need to buy it."

Lee approaches Werther.

"I haven't banned books, but I know how to draw a 'sacred circle'."

Werther glared at him.

Lee leaned forward slightly, his lips almost touching his ears. "A true 'Holy Circle.'"

Witte didn't back down. "what would you like?"

"You don't need to be so defensive. How much it costs depends on your own determination."

Werther thought Lee's smile was malicious.

But he can't turn back.

He clenched the thing in his hand, the cold touch hurt his heart.

"You say it."

Adrian dreamed of the family pullet.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, he couldn't react for a while.

The orchard is probably full of weeds, and the gold coins in the cave have not been wiped for a long time.

I wonder if the wild hawthorn on the roadside is ripe.

Adrian is homesick.

The sky outside the window was still bright, and Yisi was not there.

Yesterday... Is seemed to say that he was going back.

Adrian knelt on the bed, seriously thinking about how to persuade Iss to change his mind.

When he thought about the headache and didn't even think of a specific solution, Yisi opened the door and came in.

"Ed?" Mr. Noble was a little surprised.Xiaolong has always been in bed.

"Iyis?" Xiaolong was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Yisi leaned forward and touched Xiaolong's forehead.

"...I don't want to go back."

"Then don't go back."

Huh?Adrian looked up quickly.

Iss smiled softly. "Let's go to the holy imperial capital."