Law of the Dragon

The two said as they walked, on the way back, the originally calm but gloomy black river had disappeared, replaced by a clear stream, which flowed cheerfully on the cobblestone-covered river, once it entered the dry In winter, it will disappear, and it will not reappear until the next spring.

"The darkness really changes everything," Eros sighed. He raised his head and saw the fallen leaves falling by the wind. Even if they faded away, they let nature take its course.

But Sa Keluo... He could have lived a little more like a human being, although that had deviated from his essence, but Eros believed that his life would be better than that of Annihilation Space.

"About the Duke of Sacre..." Norman said suddenly, his chestnut eyes were illuminated by the sun, clear and clear, "I'm sorry, but he will be very happy knowing that this place has changed back to its original state, even if he sees not."

Eros smiled self-deprecatingly: "That's why he left...he's a fool."

"You wouldn't say that he took away the demon god, would you? Just like the things that the paladins did, they used their lives to prevent the darkness from spreading to this world..." Norman asked hesitantly. In the powerful darkness, these two people suddenly disappeared from the team, and inexplicably arrived in front of them, and one of them disappeared, "I think the Duke is a good person, but... it seems that he hasn't reached such a great level."

"That guy looks smart, but he's actually a fool..." Eros murmured, "He's a model in the human world, what he said... I can't even remember the stupid things he said Why didn't he make an easy choice?" Eros covered his eyes with his fingers, and the sunlight shone on his pupils between his fingers, "Aren't human beings very good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages? He is too smart."

"I don't think it has anything to do with whether he is smart or not, and it has nothing to do with which choice is easier," Norman said lightly, "Saklo is a knight, and his identity shows his principles. There are many interests at stake. It doesn't matter anymore, he just can't betray himself."

Eros closed his eyes slowly, feeling a twitching pain in the depths of his heart: "Ah...he said that too."

After being silent for a while, Eros opened his eyes and patted Norman on the shoulder lightly: "You really have the talent to be a priest."

Norman showed a smile: "Everyone will want to achieve inner peace, whether it is revenge with kindness or revenge."

"What about you?" Eros asked.

Norman didn't speak anymore, he fell silent.Just when Eros thought he would not continue this topic, he suddenly said: "Some hatreds can only be healed by blood."

When he said this, he was calm and cold. Eros glanced at him and said nothing.There was nothing to say, because the young man had already made up his mind, a long, long time ago, long before they met.

"Ah, yes," Eros asked suddenly, "Do you know that there is a man named Karl in the church?"

Norman gave him a strange look: "Carl? There are many people in the church with this name," he smiled, "My name is also Carl."

"Oh?" Eros was a little surprised, and then laughed. Norman was just a title and a position. Of course, this person has another name that belongs to him, but no one cares.

"Someone asked me to find Karl," Eros said, hugging his shoulders.

Norman asked: "Who is it? I can probably count it for you. If you can tell which district it is, you can look it up from their history..."

"Hey!"

Before Norman finished speaking, Yarrow's voice came over.

She was sitting on the ground with a long sword in one hand and Larry in the other. She looked as if she had fought with something just now. She already had several wounds on her body. It's like not waking up from the battle.

"What happened?" Yarrow asked, the bright sun fell on her body, and the glare made her eyes a little bit blind.

"Correctly speaking, Norman sealed the darkness," Eros shrugged, "and I helped out by providing the magic weapon for the seal, so the church plans to reward me with 1000 million gold coins."

"1000 million...!" General Yarrow couldn't keep his mouth shut in surprise, and she said firmly after a while, "Please allow me to go to the same area, and I will definitely bring back 1000 million!"

"It seems that the church is used to reneging on debts," Eros laughed. "Well, I plan to go to the first district to collect debts."

"Is the church so untrustworthy?" Norman looked at the two with a wry smile.

"It seems so," replied Eros, smiling.

Yarrow helped Larry up from the ground and watched the two teenagers walking ahead.I don't know why, but there is a faint comfort in my heart.When I saw Eros in the dark before, the whole person was like a half-sharp knife out of its scabbard, as if it would cut anything at any time. He looked desperate and helpless, but now——at least it seemed that he was healed. a lot.

Although it was only on the surface, but...Yaro remembered the Eros he saw in the dark. If it was only a superficial phenomenon, it would be much better than that time. At that time, he looked too bad.

Of course, 1000 million is also very important!

×××

The deceased was sitting on a chair, holding a delicate bone china cup in his hand, and his long black hair exuded the faint scent of lavender after the bath.He was wrapped in a blanket, looking out the window at the increasingly dark night.

He was in the innermost room on the third floor of the West Building. From the window, he could see the vast forest behind the castle.At this moment, the night is falling, and a thin layer of night mist has floated in the forest. The wind blowing from there carries the feeling of autumn, and the warm black tea warms the palms of hands, bringing a kind of long-lasting tranquility.

Well, a normal room is indeed much better than a dungeon.

"You and Roger know each other?" Hughes pushed the door open and asked.

"Yeah." The deceased replied as a matter of course, his gray eyes were still staring at the illusory night mist, which floated gently like a dancing veil, with a trace of otherworldly elegance.

The deceased had lived in this castle as a matter of course, but that was obviously not because he was his brother.He never knew that Roger and his brother knew each other. Their meeting was not friendly, but it didn't develop to the point of tension.Of course, it wouldn't be strange even if they fought. After all, the deceased said before that he planned to kill Roger. The deceased rarely said "kill", but once he said it, he would definitely do it.

But later, my brother said that he would live in this castle and remember the past, and Roger readily agreed, as if the castle belonged to him.

Hughes was a little depressed to find that even after 300 years, he came back to life, he still couldn't see through this brother.It's hard to imagine that they were so close when they were young, and they looked alike. He once told his tutor that if his brother was what he would look like in the future, then he must also be able to charm many women.

It's a pity that he was already dead when he reached his elder brother's age.

He sat down on the chair opposite the deceased, and there was a small round table between them, covered with a white lace tablecloth, and an early morning rose in a transparent vase, which was already withered.

"Is there anything outside the window?" Hughes couldn't help asking.

"Oh, nothing," said the dead man absently, his eyes still fixed on the window.

Hughes looked outside in confusion. Although his brother said so, he didn't look like nothing happened at all.He looked out of the window carefully, the night was thicker, and the farther place was already blurred, but the closer place could only see the rising night fog.

After Hughes regained consciousness, he looked for some information about necromancers, and Roger was more than happy to provide it, which saved him a lot of time.What's more, the information about necromancers in human beings is really pitiful. He even took the risk of going to the library of the Holy See. Unfortunately, the information did not exceed the scope given by Roger.

Necromancers believe in a neutral god. Many scholars believe that a neutral god does not exist, because everything has its attributes, and nothing can be absolutely balanced. That is to say, there is no impartiality. Even if it is a balance, it actually has subtle heights.

Necromancers and thieves scoffed at this view, because they believed in the neutral god, and they firmly believed that the neutral god did exist.And Roger believes that the neutral god is both the enemy of the dark god and the enemy of the light god, but sometimes he gives help to these two gods, which is really a very strange god.

The power of the necromancer comes from this god. His power is not dark, nor light, but a chaotic gray. They kill living creatures, but give them another way of existence, death As if alive, but not really alive, it is a chaotic state.Probably like this world, it is not a black or white world.

How strong is the power of the necromancer, there is no exact statement, because most of the necromancers are very low-key, but the dead are recorded in their history books, calling him the evil hand of the undead.He came from the very famous Aner family during the founding of the country. This famous family was buried in the hands of this mage. He killed everyone in the castle, including his younger brother. He buried the dead in the ground and absorbed power from there. to worship his gods.In the end, he was resisted by the people of the entire five districts, and the church and the royal court sent troops to encircle and suppress him, and he ordered the entire ghost army to fight them, until one day...

Until one day, the elf prince Gabriel, the emissary summoned by the God of Light, appeared in front of the battle, and the ghost army fell apart.

When Hughes read this passage, he found it really a bit unbelievable. He never thought that his brother would be enough to make such a big commotion. After all, in his impression, his brother always read a book quietly.Although it was a little unexpected when he killed Asher later, Hughes blamed it on his brother's too high self-esteem.

Hughes suddenly said, "Where did you get one of my high-level sealed books?"

The deceased was drinking tea, so when he heard this, he coughed in embarrassment and almost spit out the tea indecently, as if avoiding the question: "What high-level seal... what are you talking about? I haven't touched those things."

Hughes narrowed his eyes: "After I woke up, I went to the place where I put the seal scroll. There was a high-level seal missing. I hope you didn't take it."

"This is an insult!" The young face flushed with embarrassment, looking extremely angry, but in Hughes' view, it seemed embarrassing after being exposed, "I didn't take any high-level seal scroll, I won't seal anything! Anyway, I can guarantee that I definitely didn't use it!"

"But you should make sure that you didn't take it." Hughes said leisurely.