When the high priest walked into the dungeon, he happened to see the cardinal and the marquis coming out. Their faces were calm, as if nothing had happened. The high priest breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a vague sound coming from the dungeon just now.
There was a muffled sound of impact, and he could still feel the smell of magic mixed with fighting spirit. He thought there was a battle below, so he hurried down.
"It's nothing. Your Majesty, the Marquis, is here to tell me what His Majesty the Pope has said." Bishop Javi gave a fighting signal to the high priest.
High Priest Ryan's eyes circled around the Cardinal and the Marquis. Apart from the fact that he could see that the Bishop's expression was a bit complicated, he really couldn't see anything wrong. Although he had always been very fond of this man in the city.
The strange look on the young bishop's face was very confusing, but he was a sensible person, and he didn't want to understand what happened.
Bishop Javi's eyes flickered, and the expression on his face seemed to fluctuate even more than before. After a moment of silence, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said: "You take the Marquis to see the prisoner... as long as you bring him to see the prisoner..."
Just remember to bring the Marquis in, and then you don’t have to worry about it..."
"Yes." Although he was still very confused and felt that something was not quite right, the reaction of High Priest Ryan made it clearer. An old man like him who has lost any passion and fighting spirit understands it very well.
The more difficult it is to predict the future during this extraordinary period, the more likely it is that there is a hidden background behind it, the better not to delve into it.
"This place has been restored to its original state for the time being. I have executed all the monsters inside. No one else is allowed to go in without my permission. I have something to do with Mr. Rodhart first..." Although the cardinal's voice was a little tired,
But the tone was commanding. It seemed that he had accepted the Magic Academy naturally.
The high priest thought for a while, as if considering what attitude he should take, but finally nodded and answered: "Yes."
After sealing the entrance to the tunnel, High Priest Ryan led the Marquis towards the dungeon where the prisoners were kept. On the way, he seemed to ask casually: "Inham, were you already working for His Majesty the Pope in Celeste?
?The prisoner, the Bishop, said that he was originally going to send it to Celeste to hand over to His Majesty the Pope..."
The Marquis smiled and replied: "No, I'm not in Leicester. It's just an honor for us to help His Majesty the Pope occasionally. His Majesty has many things to do, and this prisoner really doesn't need to worry about His Majesty, so I came to deal with him."
"Well..." The high priest really couldn't find any definite clues from these words, so he could only continue to look mature and steady.
The Magic Academy is really not a small one. It took more than ten minutes to get from the cathedral to the dungeon where the prisoners were held. And when High Priest Ryan saw the open door of the dungeon and the several priests and guards lying on the ground, he was always in awe.
It was so steady that he almost jumped.
"Someone has robbed the prison." The high priest immediately rushed over. The Marquis's expression became solemn for a moment, and he followed to see what happened.
The guards on the ground were all knocked unconscious with heavy techniques. Two of them were stripped down to their underwear. This place was originally just a remote cellar, and there was usually no one around, so there was no one around.
People found out and called the police. But the guards and priests obviously didn't get a chance to call out.
The high priest helped a priest up. As the light of white magic in his hand flashed continuously, the priest slowly opened his eyes. The high priest asked quickly: "What's wrong? How many people attacked you? What kind of people are they?"
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The priest answered with difficulty and almost made the high priest jump: "I'm sorry. I didn't know anything, so I was knocked unconscious..."
The Marquis didn't pay attention to the priests who were knocked unconscious. He first took a look at the iron door of the cellar. The door was intact and had not been violently opened, but the lock on it had been broken. The cross-section of the lock surface
It's not very neat. It can be seen that it is not a magic weapon. There are some strange signs of sagging on the section. If it were other people, they might not be able to see what is going on. But the Marquis saw it at a glance.
It can be seen that this is the dissolving effect that can only be produced by fire or dark magic power that is highly concentrated in an instant.
The guards had their backs to the cellar door. This method of using magic to open the lock could be done silently. If the person had moved faster, he would have opened the door before the unsuspecting guards could react.
It should also be possible to knock them all out.
Although he did not ask carefully, the Marquis also knew that Javi would never be able to lock this person unscathed in a place where he could escape smoothly. Moreover, he could dissolve the lock with magic without anyone around him noticing.
This doesn't seem to be what he is capable of.
Stepping into the dungeon, there was a strange heat wave inside. The steel bars as thick as an arm in the cage were not damaged at all, and the locks on them were still dissolved by magic. The ground in the center of the cage was a cracked ground.
The ground is a unique mark left after being baked at high temperatures. It looks like someone set up a furnace and burned it here for three days and nights.
"What is this? This... there is a great fire magician among the people who robbed the prison? But the surrounding magic circles are still intact. What is going on..." High Priest Ryan also saw it
These strange traces, scream.
The Marquis looked at the cracks on the ground with a thoughtful expression. He took a deep breath of the still hot air in the cellar, seeming to taste the meaning hidden in the heat. Slowly, his expression became darker and darker.
It was getting uglier and uglier, and finally I started to feel a little frightened and angry.
"It won't work. Go and inform Bishop Jia Wei, and I will gather the men to start the pursuit immediately..." The high priest turned to the Marquis, but when he turned around, he discovered that the Marquis had disappeared.
At this time, Asa and Jessica were being taken into the Prime Minister's Mansion by guards.
Both of them were wearing clothes stripped from the unconscious priest. The mask they had been wearing had been baked into ashes, and now his face had to be smeared with some temporary dust to make it pimpled.
.Although he looked a little weird, he was still brought in based on his clothes from the magic academy and the lies he told about delivering a letter for the bishop.
The guards took them into the study room where the prime minister worked. Xiao Yi, dressed in official uniform, was leaning on the desk and looking at documents absentmindedly. It could be seen from her expression and eyes that she seemed to be in a bad mood these days.
Great. When she heard that everyone was gone, she just asked without raising her head, "What's the matter? What's the matter with Bishop Javi? He was acting weird at my place two days ago. I went to invite him but he didn't come."
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"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the matter I am reporting is very confidential. Please ask others to avoid it, okay?" Asa lowered his head and said.
Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, and then her body trembled. She heard the voice.
"Well, this pastor has something confidential to report. Please step aside for the time being. Close the door and remember not to let anyone in without my order. Do you understand?" Xiaoyi took a deep breath and spoke as calmly as possible. He said to the guard and the two clerks and secretaries next to him.
Everyone retreated and the door to the study room was closed. Asa wiped his face with his hand, and all the disguises turned into powder and fell away. He looked up at her and smiled.
This smile contains sourness, bitterness, vicissitudes, and sweetness. There is no longer the worries, shyness, and hesitation of the past. Like the spring breeze in the wilderness, I give all the emotions in my heart to the other person.
Xiaoyi also smiled. Neither of them spoke. At this time, language was already redundant. Although words are a tool to convey emotions, true emotions cannot be carried by words.
Asa strode to Xiaoyi. He stretched out his arms and held her in his arms. He said softly: "I'm sorry."
Xiaoyi was slightly startled by his different actions from the past, but then he melted into the embrace that had appeared in memories and dreams countless times, and said softly: "I'm sorry, idiot."
The body in my arms is so soft and warm, as if all the warmth and softness of this private institution are gathered here at this moment. Every inch of the skin of the body feels this gentleness. The feeling reaches the deepest part of the soul. The tip of my nose smelled her scent again. I once thought I had forgotten this shame, but it wasn't until I relived it that I discovered that the fragrance had actually been imprinted on the deepest part of my soul.
There were tears in the corners of his eyes unknowingly. They were not sadness, nor too much joy, but the relief of suppressed and accumulated emotions. He put his mouth next to her ear, and felt the edge of her mane with his dry lips. Her hair was as gentle as water, and she said softly: "I'm sorry."
"Fool." There were tears in the corners of her eyes. She just smiled, hugged him tightly, and repeated that sentence.
In the corner of the room, the black elf looked at the two people hugging each other. Her eyes and expressions looked strange, complicated and complicated, but she could tell that the most serious one was loneliness.
Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it didn't take long, but no one in the room had a fixed concept of time. Xiaoyi said softly: "Why did you come at this time? Do you know how worried I was during this time? Who The cardinal suddenly became very strange after he found your knife in my place that day. I looked at him and suddenly felt a very strange and scary feeling..."
Asa sighed softly and said, "You will never guess who that guy actually is."
"Is he someone we met before?" Xiaoyi asked.
"It's more than just acquaintance." Asa smiled bitterly. "Actually, even now, it's really hard for me to believe that guy's true identity... I didn't expect that guy is not dead yet, and he will use this identity to come back here. ...Don’t worry Bu Cong, I’m here and I will protect you.”
"Who are you talking about?" Xiao Yi asked with a frown.
At this moment, the door to the study room was suddenly opened. A man pushed the door open, smiled and said in a polite and slightly apologetic voice: "I'm sorry to bother you."
Xiaoyi and Asa separated reflexively. Asa immediately remembered that there was no cover on his face. He hurriedly wanted to turn around and lower his head while fighting spirit and magic power were condensed in his hands. But the moment he turned around, he When I saw this person coming in, I was stunned.
Xiao Yi also saw the person clearly at this time and said in surprise: "Your Majesty the Marquis?"
"Huh? Why are you here?" The Marquis saw Asa, with an expression of surprise on his face. He walked over, smiled and reached out to pat Asa's shoulder. "I haven't seen you in such a day. You Are you okay?"
The Marquis's expression was indeed very friendly, and his movements were very natural. It was indeed the reaction when he saw an acquaintance whom he had not seen for a long time. Even Asa's mind subconsciously recalled the friendly memory of this old acquaintance. Looking at him felt like a wave of excitement. Good impression, definitely not wariness. But Asa looked at the hand that was naturally stretched out to express closeness and friendship without the slightest hint of fireworks, but he knew it was best not to let him touch it.
It's not an intuition. Intuitively speaking, he even has a good impression of this person. That idea is a judgment made by his wariness and thinking in just a few blinks.
Previously, he would not have any wariness about this person. But now that he knows the true identity of Bishop Javi, this person's identity has to cast a strange shadow. Although the hands are indeed soft and weak . There is no fighting spirit or magic fluctuation at all. If he wants to, he can even squeeze it into a nugget within a tenth of a second. However, this person's strange appearance in this strange environment and strange timing still makes him have to have it. A trace of wariness. So Asa stretched out his hand and bypassed the friendly palm to grab his wrist.
The palm was still so weak, but it turned and turned appropriately, still very slow and friendly. But it slapped Asa's wrist to catch his wrist.
Asa retracted his hand and stretched it out again. This time, his hand was filled with fighting spirit and the sound of wind and thunder. As long as he grabbed it, even a whole piece of marble would be crushed into pieces. And the way he was holding hands The speed is enough to catch the crossbow and shoot the ground arrow.
But the Marquis's hand slowly and slightly changed its direction, and faced Asa's palm again. Not only was there no fighting spirit in the hand, but the muscles were not very developed, unlike the hand with fighting spirit spreading and bulging muscles. It seemed that there would definitely be no good outcome if the two hands touched each other, but despite this, the Marquis seemed to hope to slap Asa at any cost.
Since the opponent wanted to shoot, he must not be allowed to shoot. Due to this strange thought and thought, Asa had to stop his hand again. And this time because he used too much force when he shot, he had to stop his hand calmly. He immediately took a step back. The floor under his feet made an unpleasant creaking sound, and his feet actually caused the floor to sink half an inch.
The Marquis also retreated. However, he did not retreat as quickly as Asa did. His movements were still so casual, and each retreat was a big step.
The distance between Asa and Xiao Yi was already very close, but the Marquis seemed to have retreated directly to Xiao Yi intentionally or unintentionally. Asa's expression changed...
"Your Majesty, Marquis, didn't anyone outside stop you when you came in?" Although Xiao Yi could see the strange movements on the palms between the two of them, she still didn't understand what was going on. She suddenly reached the point where she had just made a statement. She had been ordered not to allow anyone to approach. She had always had a good impression of the Marquis and the friendly and friendly smile on his face made her not at all defensive. She just felt it was strange.
"I stopped it. But I can't stop it." The Marquis still smiled so kindly and kindly, and at the same time, his other hand was also kindly and kindly, and he naturally held Xiao Yi's hand.
The Marquis's expression, voice, and demeanor were all too perfect and natural. So Xiaoyi didn't even notice anything wrong with his answer until she felt a numb feeling when the Marquis held her wrist.
The disease spread to her whole body in an instant, and she felt something was wrong.
Just as Asa was about to move, the Marquis's eyes immediately stopped him there. The Marquis's expression was still very gentle, and his smile and voice were as gentlemanly as if he were attending the most exclusive royal banquet, but deep down there was
A little cold light is enough for people to understand what he means: "You'd better not move."
The floor under Asa's feet let out another unbearable groan. The force that was about to explode just now was forced back, causing his feet to sink further into the floor. The veins on his hands and forehead appeared.
After a while, the bloodshot eyes became heavier.
"Don't worry, it was my hand that caught it." The Marquis raised the hand that had just been about to hit Asa several times. "Not this hand."
The hand raised by the Marquis is slender and has clear bones like a sculpture. The white and clear color vividly expresses the temperament that an artist should have. There is a ring on the middle finger of this hand.
The ring is very elegant and delicate, and matches this hand very well. But now there is a thin, almost invisible needle protruding from the ring. If the Marquis hadn't shown it so deliberately, no one would have noticed.
"The poison from the tail of Taitalia's dragon fly, the branches and leaves of the black mist grass that is native to the Lizard Swamp, the sunset flower from the Diya Valley, and the poison from the tail of the underground manticore in Niyuan were mixed together and cursed with dark magic. In addition, this
There is also rotten corpse poison in necromancy magic on the ring... Don't underestimate this needle, although it is very small, but if it is pricked, I bet even the strongest Behemoth will not be able to bear it."
The Marquis calmly introduced the ring on his hand, and at the same time glanced at Xiao Yi, who was unable to move. "Of course, she can't stand it even more."