Book Four Chaos Chapter Fifty-Three Winds Downstairs
When Yabin saw Bishop Eskel for the first time, he indeed had the same feeling as Talis told him before. If he couldn't believe this person, then he couldn't believe anyone else either.
The cardinal archbishop of Erathia is sitting at the top, with a solemn and solemn face. Although his eyes are a little kind, they are more majestic from top to bottom. The momentum and bearing of a bishop who is in charge of the entire kingdom are...
It is reflected vividly and appropriately.
According to Talis, although the cardinal seems a little unable to let go of their white magic and doesn't quite believe what they say, his mental magic, which is considered the best in the mainland, can definitely cure Aiyime.
It was only then that Yabin breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally sure that he had indeed taken the right step.
This was a big step, even a bit too big. At least when he started walking, he didn't have the confidence. What made him take that step was actually more of the impulse at the time. Even if he could really rescue the female knight, the female knight
Whether the knight would listen to his words, and even if he did, what kind of reaction he would have, it was difficult to predict. But he did it anyway, risking his own life and that of his sister.
But it seems that this bet was indeed made right. Talis was extremely grateful to Yabin for rescuing her from that group of vicious thieves. She also knew that falling into the hands of those people would not be as simple as death.
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Although the things that happened in the wild highlands sounded unbelievable, Talis still believed everything Yabin said to her. It seemed that just by her feeling, she knew that this young man would never make up such lies.
Liar. The trust and affection generated in adversity can often reach a very high level directly. Talis didn't even care about this young man's behavior of slapping a temple knight during his escape. And from the depths of her own heart
In other words, that slap was one of the reasons why she believed in this young man.
Although Talis took the initiative to send Ayime to Celeste for treatment, Yabin did not agree. He never dared to take his sister to the church to seek help. First, he was worried about the whiteness cultivated in the two of them.
In addition to magic, the most important thing he remembered clearly was that that night, the white magic used by the man hiding in the darkness and controlling the werewolf was so exquisite and profound that it required at least a bishop-level clergy to have it.
Before he could figure out what was going on behind the scenes, taking the risk to seek help from the church would definitely put the sheep in the tiger's mouth. So he asked Talis not to take action for the time being, but asked her to find someone who was absolutely reliable and trustworthy.
"God is with you, Lord Bishop." Yabin knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully to Eskel, who was sitting on the seat. In terms of status and majesty, this cardinal can indeed withstand it.
Absolutely reliable. Absolutely trustworthy.
Bishop Eschar nodded, looked him up and down with a very interested look, then turned to Talis and said: "Please exit for a moment."
Talis was stunned: "Mr. Bishop, what are you..."
Bishop Escher smiled slightly and said: "I will be distracted when someone is around when I use magic to treat the girl. Except for the two brothers and sisters, no one else can approach here. You and the guards outside should also stay away from here.
Stay far away so as not to make any noise that disturbs my concentration."
"Yes." Talis withdrew. When she walked out of the room, she gave Yabin an encouraging and comforting smile.
Yabin also looked surprised and happy. He didn't expect the bishop to agree so quickly and directly.
The door of the room was closed, leaving only the two brothers and Bishop Eschar. Talis's footsteps became smaller and smaller, and then gradually disappeared with a few footsteps.
The cardinal listened carefully to the sound and made sure that the others around him had gone away. Then he asked Yabin with a smile: "Is it you, the anti-missile Talis Knight, who rescued the group of thieves?"
"Yes." Yabin nodded.
The smile on Escher's face didn't move at all, and he asked lightly as if casually: "Did you beg her out alone? Didn't you ask for help from others?"
Yabin raised his head and looked at Lord Escher with a look of astonishment. Although the question itself was not surprising, Yabin felt his scalp numb for some reason.
There was another thunder blast, and the thunder light penetrated through the window and shone on the cardinal's face. His smile now looked far more than majestic and kind, and more strangely mysterious and weird.
Yabin did not tell everything without reservation. At least it was impossible for him to say that it was the mysterious man who took the initiative to release the two of them. This incident was almost worse than the situation that night in the wild highlands.
It was weirder and weirder, not to mention whether Talis would believe it or not. When he thought about it several times, he found it unbelievable.
Ai Yimei has not yet been cured, and it is natural that such strange things that make people confused and only increase suspicion should be left unmentioned. What's more, even he himself has no idea what is going on with that man.
According to what the man told him, he told Talis the news that the thieves were going to Tularion. So Talis immediately rushed back to Celeste, and when she appeared in front of Yabin again
At that time, the news brought made Yabin extremely surprised. The man who let them go and called himself Sandfis and Sandro was actually famous and infamous all over the world. He was wanted by almost all countries and organizations, as long as he was a human being.
They all want the most wanted criminal in mainland China whose head is worth tens of thousands of gold.
After knowing the news, Yabin was determined not to let others know about the conversation between himself and the man. Even though the longer he was in contact with Talis and his wariness gradually disappeared, he never dared to tell her.
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The look of astonishment did not turn into shock. Yabin maintained a very appropriate expression, shook his head and replied: "Without the help of others, Your Majesty Bishop. At that time, there were all extremely evil thieves around. I relied on my faith in the Lord."
I had firm faith and mustered up the courage to not shrink from danger."
Bishop Eschar did not respond to this model trustworthy answer, but smiled faintly and asked: "Didn't the man who claimed to be Sandro help you escape? Or, no.
Did he ask you to rescue Knight Talis?"
Yabin felt that the muscles on his face were close to the limit, and almost immediately began to twitch with uncontrollable intensity. The vest clearly felt so cold that he was almost trembling, but he was sweating desperately, and he could not distinguish the impact.
Was it surprise, confusion, or fear that was in his chest, abdomen, and mind? He used all his strength to keep his tone and expression as normal as possible, and answered: "No."
"You have good self-control." Bishop Eschar nodded. "But you have to know that few people can lie in front of a mental magician. Your breath, blood, eyes, the key is that kind of mental
Any fluctuation will betray you. And if that kid hadn’t let you go on purpose, you wouldn’t have been able to save Knight Talibi.”
"Your Majesty Bishop, I swear with all my heart, I am definitely not with that person..." Cold sweat was already dripping from Yabin's forehead, and his mouth was bitter.
"There's no need to swear, the Lord can't hear it, and I'm not interested in hearing it. I can see from your reaction that you couldn't have been with that kid."
Bishop Eschar waved his hand. "I just want to know how many people have you told about what happened in the wild highlands?"
"I have only told Knight Talis. Regarding the reputation of the church, I dare not..."
Bishop Escher waved his hand again to silence Yabin. He no longer looked at Yabin who was half kneeling on the ground and Ayime who was mumbling to herself on the chair next to him. Instead, he stood up and walked around the room repeatedly.
He started to take steps. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were sometimes looking at the ground, sometimes looking at the storm outside the window.
Yabin was still kneeling. He didn't dare to get up or speak. Although he was surprised and even a little scared, he didn't lose control. He knew his purpose and his position very well.
According to Talis' description, she was not the only one who got the news and went to Tularion. In addition to three other temple knights and ten templar warriors, there was even a cardinal who served the pope and a man who was considered a
Lancelot, the paladin who is Celeste's patron saint of war.
No matter what kind of wanted criminal he is, such a battle seems to be too exaggerated. It seems that this is no longer about catching people, but about razing the elf forest.
But in the end, such an unimaginably elite lineup failed to gain a good deal. It was not just thieves and elves waiting for them in the Tularion forest. The two masters of the wild highlands.
General Lu was actually there. After an earth-shattering battle between the two sides, neither of them gained the slightest benefit. With the intervention of the elves, they hastily withdrew their troops. The only gain was to wipe out the group of thieves.
After hearing this news, Yabin was not only extremely shocked, but also vaguely guessed that the man should have deliberately lured people from the church to Tularion, but the motives and reasons were not his.
Understood. He knew that the things he knew and participated in were just some small links in the overt and covert struggle between the church and Ouf. The plans and the inside story behind it were absolutely unimaginable to him.
It was unimaginable that he stopped thinking about it. He had only one purpose, and that was to find a way to cure his sister. So even if the bishop in front of him suddenly spoke out what she had been hiding, he was just surprised. After all,
The bishop suddenly spoke out what he had been concealing, and he was just surprised. After all, the bishop had personally said that he wanted Ai Yimei to be cured, and those surprises and fears were just subconscious reactions. As long as Ai Yimei can be cured
Well, it doesn't matter how you are.
Bishop Escher finally stopped, looked out the window and murmured: "I didn't expect that a priest who has been initiated into the priesthood can still use the magic of God's protection. This is really surprising. Maybe it's because of such ignorant and loyal people.
, Only then can we truly exert the power of faith. I was careless..."
Although he did not fully understand the meaning of the cardinal's words, Yabin couldn't help but feel happy and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, do you believe what I said?"
"Believe it, of course I believe it, why don't I believe it?" Escher turned around and looked at Yabin, his aloof majesty had become even higher, as high as looking down at an ant. He said this with disdain
He just sneered at the half-kneeling little ant. "Haven't you noticed yet? It was me that night. I controlled those werewolves."
There was a huge thunder, and the entire St. Peter's Cathedral was shaking slightly. The lightning coming from the windows illuminated everything pale. This thunderstorm was so powerful that it seemed to tear the entire royal city of Erathia into pieces.
Yabin didn't hear the thunder, or he didn't even know he heard it. The cardinal's words instantly shattered his mind. His mind seemed to become empty all of a sudden, and he seemed to be filled with many unknown things.
The stuff is so swollen that it will explode immediately.
Bishop Escher looked at Yabin who was still half-kneeling and sneered. With a wave of his hand, colorful light spots shone around him and immediately disappeared into his body.
All the strength and vitality in his body suddenly froze. Yabin was very familiar with this feeling. On that night in the wild highlands that was full of blood and killing, this kind of spell also fixed him and his sister and grandfather together.
There.
"These are really annoying flies. I didn't expect someone to slip through the net and tell that girl Talis about this. If she lets Lancelot know about it, it will be a bit troublesome. I will waste my energy..." Hong
The cardinal stared at Yabin and sighed, his annoyance at having to waste his energy on flies became even more compelling on his majestic face. Slowly, his eyes began to exude a sense of urgency as he looked at Yabin.
Faint fluorescence.
"I will cure your sister, but she will definitely not remember anything. She will only remember. She will only remember the tragic scene when your grandfather died that night, and she will wake up in nightmares every night
. Unable to sleep peacefully. It won’t be long before she becomes sick due to excessive sadness and panic, and gradually dies...and these are all caused by you, do you know?"
Yabin maintained the half-kneeling position. He kept looking at Eskel. He only felt that his own thinking seemed to be frozen under the paralysis technique, and he had no time to react to this sudden change.
All the spirit was attracted by those radiant eyes.
The cardinal's voice was not loud, but the howling wind and rain outside the window could not cover up every word or syllable in it. Every note flying out of his mouth seemed to contain a strange power, which was no longer just
The words heard in the ears become a thought, forcefully flowing into the mind of the listener.
"You know, these are all your fault, your fault." There was another thunder. Escher's voice was heavier in the thunder, and the look in his eyes was more eye-catching. He now seemed to be a
The nightmare that is casting the spell not only wants to pour its own voice into other people's brains, but also carves marks into the deepest parts of the memory and soul. "You will blame yourself very much. If it weren't for you,
Maybe your sister will not die. After your sister dies, you will dream about your grandfather and your sister every night. In the end, you will have no choice but to commit suicide...".
Mental magic is definitely an unpopular magic, not only because of the difficulty of practicing this magic, but also because no matter how high this system is practiced, it cannot be compared with other magics. It can neither explode rocks nor burn and tear the enemy's flesh.
The only thing that can work is people, living people. It can't even kill a chicken directly. If a magic master of a certain type has trouble surviving alone in the wild, then he can only
It's related to the mind.
But although this world is not made up of living people, this society is, and all of it is. Therefore, what the magic of this system can do, other magic can never do.
"You will never forget the words I say now until you die, but you will never be able to recall them." Eskel's words seem to be contradictory, but this is no longer important. In the words of a mind magician,
Language is actually just false, and the consciousness contained in it is what people really rely on to communicate. "You will only remember that I cured your sister here, and you are very grateful to me. Then you took your sister and left Erathia.
, find a place where no one will find you and hide in seclusion..."
Eschar didn't pay attention to the girl muttering next to him. He stared at Yabin with all his attention. No matter how magical the magic is, it is still magic, so you must concentrate. What's more, Eschar can also feel it, because those who practice white magic
This is why this young man has a little resistance to his own mental magic. And there must be no mistakes in this spell. His energy has been fully concentrated, and he feels that he is touching the mental veins of the target in front of him, and he wants to pinch it.
In my hands, everything I just said is burned into the deepest part of my soul.
Suddenly, there was another huge noise. But this time it was not just thunder, but also the sound of windows breaking.
The window shattered into glass and wood fragments all over the sky, and a black shadow rushed in crazily along with the raging wind and rain outside.
The sound of thunder and lightning, the sound of wind and rain, the sound of windows breaking, the sound of drawing a knife, and the sharp scream of the blade cutting through the air are all heard in my ears.
The sound was already too slow to reach my ears, and the figure rushing through the thunder and lightning with the violent wind and rain outside was faster than the sound.
Eschar was facing the window, but it didn't matter whether they were face to face at this time. His reaction seemed to be inconsistent with being a magician and his age. He actually had time to raise his head, shocked and frightened.
Retreat. But his attention and all his energy have just been focused on Diabin on the ground. All his magic power has been concentrated on the mental magic being instilled in his consciousness. This is when he is at his weakest and has the greatest flaws.
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The figures on the blades were indistinguishable from each other, and the strong murderous aura filled the small room together with the violent wind and rain. This was a chance to kill, a sure blow.
Escher's retreat seemed to be in vain. Although his reaction was quick enough and he had noticed the murderous intention almost before the window shattered, but the old man's pace was indeed very slow in front of that windy and thunderous sword. It was very futile, just like a
A turtle in front of an arrow.
But just this tortoise-like step back, maybe only one hundredth of a second, which is almost negligible, happened to have an effect. The Holy Cross on Escher's chest was already broken, and this one hundredth second was already broken.
In just seconds, the shattered cross exploded into a ball of white light, surrounding the cardinal.
The blade struck the white light, and the light shattered with a crisp sound like a piece of glass. The blade paused again for a moment. It continued to thrust forward without losing any momentum, and finally penetrated Escher's body.
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The cardinal let out a pitiful cry. The knife crept from his right chest, cut off two ribs, passed through the lung, broke two more ribs, shattered the shoulder blade, and was exposed from behind.
But Asa felt a chill in his heart. The white light was undoubtedly the amulet that Eskel relied on to save his life. Almost just the flash of lightning in his mind triggered the protective magic sealed inside. Although this kind of power only relied on
The magic released when the spirit is touched is not too advanced, and his knife easily destroyed it, but in the end, it still gave Escher some time, so that he could just move his body a little and avoid his heart.
The location of the hole.
This is already the best time to attack and the most sudden attack method, but even so, it cannot kill with one blow. The reactions and changes shown by this great magician who has experienced countless battles and dangers on the battlefield can be called
The ultimate limit of a magician. His reputation is indeed justified.
A hole in the chest is almost a fatal injury for a magician, but only almost. Not absolutely or immediately. Especially for a white magician. What's more, this is one of the top white magicians in the mainland. Asa can
He felt that the white magic in Eskel's body was flowing around the blade that was stuck in his body, but the magic and blood-sucking effects attached to the blade could not be exerted at all.
The muscles on his wrists immediately swelled up and prepared to exert force. No matter how much white magic there is, this body is just an old man after all. With his strength, even the blade of this knife is definitely not
It is so sharp that it can cut all the bones, muscles and internal organs below in two.
But at this time, Bishop Escher, who was very close at hand, had already looked at him. The light in his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with pain and anger, was hundreds of times brighter than when he looked at Yabin just now. He was originally prepared to
All the magic power instilled in Yabin was given to him, and the skills and delicate control in it all transformed into violent destructive power.
Asa let out a scream that was not inferior to Eskel's. He only felt two invisible knives piercing his eyes and then scratching his brain a few times. He could almost hear himself