In the prison, Black Elf slowly woke up. Her whole body was soaked with the cold sweat she had just had, and even her hair was soaked.
In fact, to be precise, she was not awake, because she had always been awake, but all her consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the unimaginable pain. In her mind, there was only pain, as if there were a thousand quenching fires.
The poisoned knife dug into the flesh, scraped against the bones, straining the nerves and muscles. But this sensory shock, which had already exceeded the limit of nerves and consciousness, could not make her faint, like
A person's throat was stretched open and countless red-hot coals were poured down his throat, but he still had to hold on to digest it all.
Although the finger was broken, the damage was not very serious. Now, under the effect of white magic, it no longer hurts. It was just that under the effect of those magics, the pain that was magnified a hundred times made her completely lose her ability to control herself.
Jessica had to admit that the bloody methods she knew about torture and confessions were nothing compared to these high-tech methods. She couldn't imagine that someone could go beyond the limit and still not fall into a coma.
yield.
If she could surrender, she would have surrendered long ago. But the purpose of those who tortured her was not her.
On the ground, the man who had caused her so much pain was lying flat on his back with a calm expression on his face.
"This bastard has done me terrible harm." Jessica kicked Asa hard on the body.
Asa on the ground did not react at all, but trembled with the kick of the black elf. Jessica quickly stretched out the hand that was still intact, pressed it on his neck to explore. But Jessica immediately screamed.
She retracted her hand with a sound, and she felt like she touched a red-hot iron.
Just as she was wondering if this was her hallucination or a problem left over from the previous place where the magic was produced, Jessica noticed that the clothes on Asa's body seemed to be slowly changing, and the cotton clothes began to slowly deform and zoom.
Then peeled off his body.
Before Jessica understood what was going on, she discovered that the temperature of the cell had gradually risen a lot without realizing it, and the center of the temperature was right here. Asa lying on the ground seemed to have turned into
A piece of burning charcoal was baking the entire basement. She carefully reached her hand to his nose and really felt his breathing, although the air flow from his breath was almost the same as the air overflowing from a blast furnace.
But Asa himself didn't know all this. He only felt a slightly scorching warmth now.
If he wanted to get out of his current predicament, he knew that the only hope was to use meditation. But once he activated it with all his strength, he was unknowingly and completely immersed in this unprecedented experience. Because his current mood and state of mind were also unprecedented.
of.
The human heart and human emotions are really wonderful things. You may already have some things, and you may already understand some truths. But you must experience enough and strong enough emotions to enrich your heart.
Only then can you truly integrate with what you know and have. The power tempered by emotions is the source of motivation for a mature person.
Asa's current mood is still that of sadness, helplessness, pain, and regret. But these emotions are no longer boiling and burning in his mind and chest like they were at the beginning. After he fully accepted these things, they slowly
It has cooled down and calmed down. It has settled into the deepest part of emotions. The deeper a person's emotions are, the more things he can carry, because in this way, the more things he can face calmly.
For the first time, Asa was able to move his meditation to this point. He could now feel not only his physical body, but also his own spirit, emotions and heart. These are not separate from the body, it can even be said that they should be.
The deeper and more basic things in the body. Every bit of sorrow, anger, joy, and the most subtle emotions are integrated with muscles and nerves. This is the fusion of heart and body, the blending of spirit and emotion.
He didn't know whether it came from the depths of his spiritual consciousness or emanated from every cell in his body. Asa could see a warm golden light gradually surrounding himself and slowly permeating his body again.
, in the soul.
He had felt this kind of light a long time ago, and knew that it should be something lurking in his body, but he had never felt it again. Until this time, it seemed that he had finally reached a certain spiritual opportunity, and in the meditation technique
With the help of , he finally saw it again, and captured it completely. He only felt a warmth. This warmth was not gentle, not the kind of safe and gentle warmth like the amniotic fluid soaked in the mother's belly, but seemed a little...
It's hot and dry, like the blazing sun in the wilderness. Although it's a little rough, it's full of power.
At the same time, there was also a vibrant sprouting from his chest. Although he could not see it with his eyes, he could feel an extremely small seedling sprouting and growing in his chest. The seedling carried
The incoming vitality and the power of the golden light complement each other and slowly fill every corner of the body and soul.
In the cell, Jessica, who was completely naked, had retreated to the corner of the cell, looking at Asa on the ground with horror but concern. She had taken off the clothes on her hands and twisted all the sweat on her body.
She even tried to press herself against Asa to dissipate the terrifying temperature, but the result was that the skin on her body was almost burned off.
Everything that could burn in Asa's body had been turned into ashes, and the entire basement had been turned into an oven by the temperature emanating from his body. But he himself didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort at all, and his face was getting worse and worse.
calm.
Finally, his body glowed brightly.
In the underground prison of the cathedral, Bishop Javi, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the deepest wall of the prison.
Just now, the feeling he had been searching for through meditation suddenly appeared. His eyes looking at the wall were full of unbelievable surprise: "It is indeed here..."
In the cathedral, the Marquis had just overcome the obstruction of the guards outside and rushed into the cathedral. He rushed towards the underground entrance where the statue had been moved and exposed.
"Inham?" High Priest Ryan saw the situation and stepped forward to stop in front of the Marquis. "The bishop ordered that no one is allowed to enter here. When did you come back?"
At this time, the Marquis's face no longer had the usual calmness. His handsome and elegant face had been tortured with murderous and ferocious looks. He swayed to avoid the high priest's obstruction: "Get out of the way quickly."
High Priest Ryan also followed him, but still stood in front of him. Although he was a priest of the Magic Academy, even in terms of physical strength, Ryan was not even inferior to the captains of the Holy Knights. He
He is recognized as the first person to go to the Magic Academy after Bishop Ronis, otherwise he would not have been appointed to temporarily manage the Magic Academy. But now he feels surprised, because with his skill, he could hardly stop this person who usually seemed to be in trouble.
The helpless guy used all his strength to block the entrance of the tunnel, and shouted: "What are you doing? This is the Magic Academy, and this is the order of the Bishop."
But the Marquis pushed him away and said quickly: "I am following the order of His Majesty the Pope. I have urgent matters to tell Bishop Jarvi. Go out and block the others."
"Huh? Your Majesty the Pope..." Grand Officer Ryan was just stunned. The Marquis had already rushed into the tunnel and disappeared. He measured it, sighed and walked quickly to the door of the cathedral. Although the Marquis's words were a little difficult
I believe it, but it is not completely impossible. And he is not sure about the future of the Magic Academy during this period. If Celeste really takes back control of the Magic Academy, then he...
In the underground prison, Bishop Javi was carefully stroking the cold wall of the dungeon.
The walls were covered with wet moss, but Bishop Javi’s expression was both amazed and satisfied: “So many mechanisms have been set up. It seems that magicians who specialize in illusions were invited to arrange permanent mirror magic.
, no wonder I didn’t see the clues last time I came here...but this time I really found the right place.”
He took two steps back and pulled out the long sword. He chanted a prayer in a low voice and added all the auxiliary white magic that could be added to himself. At the same time, fighting energy surged from his body. Although this mechanism is very clever, as long as it is directly
Just destroy it.
Just when he raised his sword and concentrated his willpower to swing it down, a voice came from behind: "Stop."
Bishop Javi turned his head to see clearly who was coming. His expression looked strange in surprise, and he asked: "Is it you? What are you doing here?"
"Of course, to stop you from doing stupid things." The Marquis snorted coldly. "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course I know. Is there anything wrong with taking back something that originally belonged to Diya Valley?"
"It was Widnina who told you about this. I didn't expect that she would actually instigate you to find this thing. She is just using you, don't you understand?"
"Who is not taking advantage of whom? The teacher taught me to practice complete true meditation and her lifelong knowledge, so that my strength can advance rapidly, and I promised to help her do something outside. This is fair."
"You want to play with her even though you have so little thought? She told you about the existence of this thing, and even if she calculated it accurately, you would definitely not be able to help but get it. She taught you the complete meditation of reality, which is just to make you think that you have it.
It's just an opportunity... I don't want to go into details now, but just stop it. You must not touch this thing."
Bishop Javi snorted coldly: "It's strange. As a member of Diya Valley and a necromancer who inherited the will of the great Archibald, it is only natural that he should retrieve this thing for the great Black Star.
It is your duty, as the acting guild leader, to stop it?"
"Who dares to say that they can really understand Lord Archibald's prophecy? Everyone understands it according to its meaning. You are just driven by your own desires." The Marquis shouted sternly: "In short, I don't allow you to touch this thing.
."
"No? As the acting guild leader, it is impossible not to allow it. You know what this is. As a necromancer, if you don't take the initiative to retrieve this, it is already the upper limit. Do you want to change it for five hundred years?
What are the guild rules?" Bishop Javi no longer looked at the Marquis, but raised his long sword and struck the wall in the air. A sharp ray of light extended and struck the stone wall the moment he drew his sword.
There was a muffled sound, and the entire dungeon shook. But after the stone fragments flew, there was only a shallow mark on the opposite stone wall. You couldn't see it unless you looked carefully. But just when the sword light hit the stone wall
, you can see countless looming magic symbols flashing around the stone wall.
Bishop Javi looked at the shallow mark on the wall in surprise. He knew how powerful his sword was. Even if there was a granite hill opposite, this sword could smash it into pieces. But at that moment,
The magic runes on the stone wall also made him realize that he had come to the right place. "It is actually a mixed guardian barrier of the top sealing technique of white magic and the suppression of chaos of black magic, and most of the power of this barrier is still
In order to suppress the things inside... this must have been built by Sandro and Ronis. It is already certain that there is that thing behind it."
"I said stop, can't you hear me?" The Marquis's voice became colder, and it was as cold and sharp as a knife. What also became colder and sharper was the slightest breath emanating from his body.
This voice and momentum also caused Bishop Javi to suddenly stop. He slowly turned around and looked at the Marquis, his expression and voice also became colder: "Why do you want me to stop?"
The Marquis did not answer, but looked at Bishop Javi with that cold look.
"Why? Because you are the acting guildmaster of the guild?" Bishop Javi's voice turned into a somewhat mocking tone. "Or, because you are my father?"
"No matter what it is, you just need to know that you have to stop." The Marquis replied calmly.
"What if I don't stop?" Bishop Javi said calmly.
"Then I'll ask you to stop." The Marquis's voice was still cold. Although this sentence seemed to be no different from the previous one, the hidden stress of some words still showed his meaning.
After a long silence, Bishop Javi smiled strangely, sheathed the long sword in his hand, and said: "Okay. I understand, I will stop this time. Because I know that if you really want to make me stop, I will really do it."
I have to stop. But when I have the opportunity and ability in the future, I will definitely come back."
"I am doing it for your own good. Don't you know? I am your father, will I still harm you?" The Marquis frowned. His voice was harsher than ever before.
"I'm sorry, to be honest, I always thought that I didn't have a father." Bishop Javi suddenly said...
The Marquis was stunned for a moment, and his tense expression darkened a bit.
After a long silence, Bishop Javi turned his body, turned his back to the Marquis and said slowly: "You know? Ever since I was sensible, I have always resented myself for not having a more capable or at least decent father. Even I
No one even knows who my mother is. Everyone knows that my father has countless sons and daughters in the whole continent, but he just took me back to his family and declared that I was his only son...I
I don’t know if this is good luck in the eyes of others. But at least for me, I would rather not, otherwise at least I can live a quieter life. He threw me into a world full of dreams and desires, but
Just give me an identity of being rejected and rejected by others. Ever since I was sensible, I have lived in the ridicule and disdain of people in my family, so I will desperately look for opportunities to climb up. I want to reach a place where I can overlook everything, including
The top of this father..."
The Marquis listened quietly, with no expression on his face.
"But suddenly one day, when I was desperate and thought I was beyond redemption, this father suddenly appeared in front of me again, shattering all my previous concepts. Originally, this father was so profound, unpredictable, and powerful.
Incomparable. All my efforts, struggles, and life goals were as ridiculous as a puppet show in front of him. Then I kept following the path this father gave me. This path is higher and brighter, and I can stand directly in front of me.
The top of the world that I didn't even dare to hope for... The person I called my father suddenly became the sky hanging over me from a dispensable shadow. But I didn't feel happy at all. I felt as if I was
A doll, he first secretly looked down at me from a high place, watching me perform ridiculous puppet shows, and now he manipulated me, letting me walk on the path he had completely designed for me... I want to go
My own way, but was blocked by him. I understand that this time it is just because my own strength is not enough..."
"I'm sorry." The Marquis suddenly said, his eyes looking at Master Jia Wei's back now filled with a touch of sadness and sorrow.
"There's no need to say this, we always do our own things, right? I'd be embarrassed to be so polite." Jia Wei didn't turn around, but just replied lightly.
After a long moment of silence, the Marquis sighed and nodded: "I understand...I will not interfere with you anymore. But at least there are a few things that must be done before that. The first is to kill that boy..."
"No, I have promised Teacher Widnina that I will keep that boy alive. I will send him to Celeste. It seems that the Pope will not kill him, but at least he will be imprisoned as long as he does not get in the way.
It’s okay if you don’t.”
"Don't you understand what Vidnina is using you for?" the Marquis said quickly.
At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps came down from the passage, and at the same time there was the voice of High Priest Ryan: "Mr. Bishop, are you okay?".