[Western Fantasy] The Master is above

At the junction of the Enya Empire and the Xikai Empire, a brand new city was erected not long ago.Looking across the plain from the former Sephia.

The establishment of this city has always amazed the surrounding residents.The city whose background color is black and sits in opposition to Sephia has been built at a speed beyond their common sense.It's like the workers who build the city don't need to rest at all.

Tislan, the gathering place of the Vatican necromancers.For the necromancer, its meaning is equivalent to that of Sephia to the holy mage.

The third jihad ended quietly and at a strange speed.Compared with the gods expelled in the first war of the gods and the races expelled in the second jihad, the third jihad seems to have calmed down before the other races on the mainland could respond.

There was no expulsion or bloody battle, only one faction quietly withdrew from various cities on the mainland, and another race quietly reappeared in front of everyone.

"What on earth do you want to do..." Igor lay powerlessly on the tea table, "Even if this place is very close to Sephia, it's still not good for you to run here the next day!"

"Sit up straight!" The person on the other side of the tea table sternly preached to Eagle, who was stumbling around, "The people of the Abloht family can't be so uneducated!"

Although Tislan's architecture is mainly black, the interior design does not give people a gloomy feeling.On the contrary, most buildings pay great attention to lighting.But even so, Ablot, who was dressed in a heavy white dress and seemed to exude a layer of holy light, was always out of tune with the current environment.

In front of him was an exquisite but by no means expensive small tea table, and the wicker chair under him could hardly accommodate the heavy and lengthy clothes.However, Abulot still sat on the throne of the temple in the standard posture, straightened his back, and taught Igor the opposite with a serious face.

"I'm not from the Abloht family, my surname is Brassington!"

Abulot seemed to have nothing to say about Iger's rebuttal. Recalling the ritual of cutting off the family blood during the holy war a year ago, a few traces of awkwardness and guilt flashed across his face, which was always so serious that it was almost stiff.

After being silent for a while, he said stubbornly: "Even though you have no blood connection with the family, you still exist under the protection of the God of Light. Alec, as the holy son of the Temple of Light, you must..."

"Okay, okay..." Seeing that Ablodt was about to start explaining to him the words and deeds he should behave as a holy son, he interrupted quickly, "I'm Igor, Igor Andris. The holy son of the Temple of Light died 20 years ago, didn't he?"

Abulot paused, pursed his lips and stopped talking.But his eyes fell on Igor stubbornly, and the atmosphere around him seemed to be a bit sluggish.

"Alas..." Igor covered his forehead depressedly, and didn't know how to explain to the Pope opposite him.

In fact, Abloht insisted on running here for more than half a year, and Eagle knew him a little bit.The pope, who has always been known for his iron-blooded skills, is hopelessly serious and stubborn in his belief in the God of Light.When it comes to other things in private, he is actually cold-hearted and soft-hearted many times.

In other words, this king who had been raised by his family as the pope since he was a child could not express his personal emotions at all.

Eagle: "You don't have to feel guilty about what happened back then, really. Don't you think I've had a good time these years?"

Abulot: "What's wrong? Except for swordsmanship and magic, you didn't learn any etiquette. How did that bastard teach you!"

Eagle quickly waved his hand, "Hush your voice!"

The last time when Abulot criticized Laird's education method, he happened to be heard by Laird who came in, and the two went out to fight.Iger couldn't persuade both sides, and it was Hill who finally came back and pushed the two down.

Abulot snorted with some disdain, and Igor quickly sat up straight, "Okay, I'm done, it's okay if I'm done!"

Seeing Igor's back finally straightened, Abloht skipped the topic, "By the way, these are for you."

Igor looked at the two crystal cards on the tea table, and was about to refuse them, but when he saw Abulott's expression, he quickly changed the words, "Uh...you returned the ones you gave me two days ago. no use..."

"Then let it go."

Igor thought about the thick stack of crystal cards he had received in his bedroom in the past six months, then glanced at the solemn expression of the person opposite him, and finally nodded silently.

Abloht was satisfied with this.The routine education and visits were also completed, and after sitting for a while, he got up and left.Although the power of the Temple of Light is severely reduced now, as the gathering place for the bright mages of the whole continent, the responsibility of being the pope will not be eased much.

But he still insisted on reporting here every other day, and took the trouble to discipline Eagle's words and deeds.Iger, who has been raised in free range, has a kind of powerless sadness.

But Igor couldn't bear to refuse forcefully. He could see that Abloht would have these behaviors. In fact, he wanted to do his best and most awkward about what happened a year ago and his loss many years ago. compensate.

"I don't think this can go on anymore..." During the night's rest, Igor fell on the bed and complained weakly to Hill, "If this goes on, I will really be educated by him gradually!"

Hill folded his legs and half leaned against the head of the bed, flipping through a broken book in his hand, and ignored him.

"Can you imagine?" Eagle pulled away the book in Hill's hand dissatisfied, "In the future, I will wear clothes that can't walk, walk and sit up straight like a board, and use That old honorific speaks to you!"

"Oh——" Hill didn't care about the book that was taken away, and lay down lazily, "Actually, I really want to see you like that, Lord Son."

"Stop joking!" Igor turned over and rode on Hill's waist, and went to pinch his neck, "Hurry up and find a way for me!"

"Beat him." Hill suggested seriously.

"I can't beat him!" No matter how talented Igor is, it is impossible for him to have the strength to fight against the holy rank within this year.

"It's okay, I can beat you." Hill said indifferently, "I'll beat you up."

"Stop it!"

"We can't beat him to go." Hill raised his hand and squeezed the opponent's neck, "Then let's go. If we can't beat him, then we can finish it by ourselves."

Igor was immediately moved by such a proposal, "Let's go? Then where shall we go?"

"Long Island, how about it." Hill smiled indifferently, "Bring the toffee and let him see where the dragon should live."

The author has something to say: I'm back! [Every time I come to Fanwai, I will definitely disappear for a while, this kind of piss should be dragged out and beaten to death...

In short, before being beaten to death, I will still finish writing the episode first.Daily updates or next-day updates, the ones that were promised before can no longer be written... So the extras are probably mainly about toffee, and it’s good for the two of Hill to show off their love.

By the way, the part between Luluka and Lance can't be written anymore, everyone just let him go with the wind.In the future, we will stick to the small and fresh line! ! !