[Rebirth Fantasy] Seven Dragons

A small town in the southwest of the Holy Griffin Empire.

May, the month of dawn and mist.

It was an old and clumsy black cat. It was very old, so old that it no longer liked to run outside.What it likes to do most now is squatting next to the hand of the hostess who always sits on the deep black wicker chair and basking in the sun together, occasionally meowing a few times when the hostess scratches its chin.

It likes the hostess very much.The hostess is always surrounded by townspeople with grateful smiles.But it is very old, so old that there is not much time to spend with the hostess.Living things are always sensitive to death.The cloudy eyes of the old black cat are also sad about this.

However, those townspeople with smiles on their faces will definitely accompany the hostess in the days to come.The old black cat thought so.

Plumes of smoke rose over the edge of the town and merged into the night.The fire reflected the eyes of the old black cat, and it was burning blazingly. It was the hut where it lived with its mistress, and there were burning torches all around. The leaders were some people who had never seen it before, dressed in clean white clothes. Robes, looked at them with scorching eyes, and the eyes of those townspeople who usually wore grateful smiles seemed to be burning with some kind of fire.

There are fires everywhere in the dark night, in circles, and it and its hostess reflected by the firelight, the small circular space surrounded by these firelights seems to be a small isolated island that may be submerged at any time.The pungent smoky smell made it sob and nest at the mistress's feet.

The townspeople seemed to be shouting something, but the old black cat couldn't understand.It looked up at the hostess, who had a bitter smile on her face with gradually growing lines.

Suddenly white light cut through the night, like a divine light of hope.The light shone on the old black cat, and it was warm, and the comfort that seemed to be drilled from the bones made it moan softly.However, in the next moment, countless torches were reflected in its black pupils.

The fire was burning fiercely.

"Burn the witch! Drive away the disaster!!" Someone shouted.Countless people followed and shouted, making a lot of noise.

"Born to bathe in the holy light of Elrath, the Lord will protect all beings!" The white-robed priest shouted loudly to the crowd, holding the Bible. "Believe in the Lord! We will fear no evil!"

"Believe in the Lord! We will fear no evil!"

"Believe in the Lord! We will fear no evil!"

......

In the mist, Horace was faintly silent.

Both Mesaka and Wei were wearing black robes, and they were walking quickly along the right side of the city's main road. Mesaka's face was gloomy, and Wei held Mesaka's arms with both hands to accompany her.At the fork, turn into a narrow and dark path, and the exit is a cemetery.

There are densely packed white tombstones, appearing solemn and peaceful in the cold mist.A black coffin was placed next to the newly dug grave.The crowd gathered and stood in different positions according to their identities. Near the tomb was a small group of wizard apprentices wearing Horace uniforms. They were all human beings who had not yet transformed into undead, with black silk scarves tied on their right shoulders. The faces that were not covered with white scarves were slightly younger faces.

The coffin began to be buried, and a wizard read a eulogy.Many wizards in the cemetery have calm faces, but there are also emotional ones, those who are holding back tears and are full of hatred. Most of them are human wizards or just apprentice wizards.

The whole ceremony seemed very long.However, the necromancer has enough patience to watch his companion go away on the road of death.In the solemn atmosphere, only the low and soft voice of the wizard reading the eulogy.

The accident happened suddenly, "We should take revenge! We should kill those white-eyed wolves! Kill them!!"

A boy wearing a wizard's apprentice uniform suddenly threw himself into the grave that hadn't been completely buried, weeping and weeping distortedly, the crowd became agitated, some wizards wanted to get the boy out, but the boy came out of the small circle Someone also started to yell.

"Lesa is right, we should kill those white-eyed wolves! We should kill them!!" The tearful girl clenched her fists and shouted to the surrounding wizards, "Ms. Delores is just Live there, and treat them as a doctor, and they will repay their kindness!"

"What kind of burial!? They didn't even leave the teacher's body!" Someone cried behind him.

There was indeed no one in the coffin, only a set of necromancer uniforms left by the owner in Helaishi's residence.

Wei frowned and looked over there, and asked Mesaka in a low voice, "Who are those?"

Mesaka looked over there with a cold gaze, as if she was thinking about something and didn't respond to Wei.

Tracy next to him replaced Mesa and explained to Wei: "It can be said that they are the students of the late Ms. Delores..." Tracy bit her lips lightly, "Ms. Delores is Horace photographed an usher in the southeast, and these young wizards had received a lot of care from Ms. Deloris there before they could reach Horace."

Raggle sighed, and said: "It's no wonder they are so excited, the town where Ms. Delores is located has always received her favor. Ms. Deloris is a herbalist, always helping the town The local residents provided free services, but they never expected that they would be burned to death by these townspeople at the instigation of the priests of the holy court. And before they died, those townspeople believed that it was the source of disease and disaster in the town."

The young people over there are still clamoring. Those who can't accept this kind of thing are clamoring for revenge. They can't understand why so many middle-level and high-level necromancers in the cemetery are not sad? Embracing death, but they don't want to use it This way of embracing death! The way of being a heretic and being burned to death by those scumbags who shouted about the Lord God!

Berks personally talked with those young people, but the effect was not very good. Those young people were very emotional, and even Berks wanted to hypnotize these children to let them sleep first to calm down their emotions.

"Have you had enough noise?"

Messaka walked slowly in front of those young people, his eyes looked a little cold to others, "Want revenge, who do you want to seek revenge?"

"Of course those priests and those humans in the small town!" A wizard apprentice replied loudly with red eyes.

"Great answer." Messaka nodded, looked at the wizard apprentice with a chuckle, and the smile gradually became cold, "But how many can you kill? The more you kill, the more People regard us as heretics and evil! At that time - how many can you kill!?" Mesaka looked coldly at the wizard apprentices who were supporting each other and making a commotion.

"Then kill them all!! We can summon an endless army of undead, we can turn the whole world into a world of the dead, and remove all the chaos, filth and pain from the world! We..."

"Are you crazy!" Messaka punched the boy who was crying frantically in front of him to the ground.

Mesaka's sudden rage stopped the riot as if it had been strangled.In the eyes of these low- and middle-level necromancers, Messaka is a teacher-like figure, and their sudden anger made them bow their heads like a student who made a mistake.

But there are also thorns in the students.The boy who got up from the ground was hostile to Mesaka in disbelief.

Messaka pointed at him, and suddenly asked, "Tell me, what are you?"

After only a moment's hesitation, the boy shouted loudly and seemed to be full of pride: "Necromancer!"

hehe.Mesaka chuckled twice, but didn't laugh out loud, "Then what were you before becoming a necromancer?"

The boy restrained his hatred temporarily, and frowned suspiciously. He didn't quite understand what Messaka was going to say. The other young wizard apprentices and even the low, middle and high-level necromancers around him didn't know, and they looked at Messaka quietly. saka.

Berkes and the others also showed puzzled looks.

"Before that, we were an individual, an individual with the ability to think independently."

"Take you and me as an example more directly. What are you? A human being. What about me? I am also a human being. What about the townspeople?"

The boy stared at Mesaka, his eyes were still red, and suddenly burst into tears. While crying, the boy said: "They killed the teacher! They are not human! If they are human, I would rather not be people!"

This sudden change made Mesaka stunned. The feelings that surged up in her heart and the words she originally wanted to say were choked in her throat, and finally Mesaka sighed softly, and suddenly hugged the boy in her arms. In the middle, he patted the boy's short platinum blonde hair lightly. With a sound of "Wow", the boy buried himself in Mesaka's chest and cried loudly.The cries gradually infected the other wizard apprentices behind him, and more and more people began to sob and even howl.

"Leave the rest to us." Messaka patted the boy on the head, and said to him as well as to other young people, "Ms. Delores has worked so hard to send you to Horace in the hope that you can grow up." , and until you grow up, leave things to us."

The interrupted funeral continued, and Messaka walked back to Wei's side.At this time, no one in the crowd understood what Mesaka wanted to say when she stood up just now. She seemed to want to say something but she didn't say it. It seemed that in the end she just comforted those sad children.But there are also people who are chewing on the words of Messaka just now, individuals, people, the same people...these.

And Wei, who was close to Messaka, vaguely felt that Aimi was a little different, she didn't have the usual indifferent and natural attitude, as if she was trying to suppress something, giving people a soft and thin feeling but standing there with all her strength, her face There is no expression on the face, but it seems to contain a lot of emotions. The clear and beautiful face has a strange feeling that it is about to become transparent and crystal clear in the faint mist. The black eyes are shining, and Wei suddenly feels There seemed to be a kind of magnificent thing gradually growing in those eyes, which made people feel thrillingly beautiful even though they were in a trance.

Subconsciously, Wei gently hugged Mesaka.The stiff and delicate body of the woman in his arms trembled for a moment, and then softened.

Wei saw the thin and soft lips of the woman in Mesaka trembling slightly, as if she wanted to speak. After a while, a very soft voice suddenly came out, maybe it was talking to herself, if Wei hadn't been paying attention all the time. Focusing on Mesaka may also ignore the past.But at that moment, Wei heard that sentence, the kind of words that relieved a heavy burden but seemed to be carrying a thousand catties.

"Tired...but want to do..."

The author has something to say:

I only slept for four hours since yesterday.feeling bad.Some things I wanted to write when I re-edited the essay half a year ago.There are also some things that I wanted to write when I was writing the old version of Seven Dragons.A lot of manuscripts have been scrapped since yesterday.I always feel that writing is not that satisfying.

These things, inspirations, emotions, are making my brain swell noisily as I write this chapter.The part that belongs to the climax should be the next chapter.I originally planned to post the two chapters together, but now I am confused.Can't write anything like paste.Just published this chapter first.Um.