Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Elis opened his eyes in a daze. He looked at the dim bedroom and looked out the window reflexively. The sky was still dark.

He vaguely felt that he was dreaming.

His eyes were pitch black, and he could only vaguely see the outline of the objects in the room.

He sat up from the simple bed, put himself in the white robe of the Holy See, and walked out of the room with bare feet slowly without wearing shoes.

Your appearance is too sloppy, so you can't go out at all, right?

He complained to himself in silence.

If he weren't dreaming, he wouldn't just go out like this. Even in a dream, it would be too wrong, right? Why don't you wear your shoes? At least you should wear shoes, right?

This floor is really awkward, and it's too ice...

What is he going to do now...?

Oh, by the way, he needs to send a message to Her Royal Highness...

This time the oracle of the God of Humanity of the Holy See, the task they need to perform may have failed. They could not find the spiritual magician, the Lord Nightingale in Marcia's rumor.

Perhaps the lord had left Marcia long ago, and he might have gone to other cities.

The Temperance Master of the Holy See and other priests still did not intend to give up, staying in Marcia persistently, but doing useless work.

No, it's impossible to contact Her Royal Highness in a dream, right...?

Elis walked out of his door, and he looked forward in confusion. In the dark environment where the living room of this house could not be seen, he vaguely saw the outlines of other clergymen. They were also messy clothes and stayed quietly in the simple living room. middle.

They are waiting for themselves.

He subconsciously wanted to put on the shy and clear smile he usually used to disguise, but he also thought that he was dreaming, and now he didn't need to smile at them laboriously.

Therefore, he removed the smile from his face and returned to his expressionless look.

Elis walked uncontrollably at the end of the Vatican staff. He saw Minsk with dazzling blond hair at the forefront, which was most conspicuous in the dark. He walked stiffly to open the gate, and stepped into Marcia. The absolute rain.

Outside the door is a deep dark night, and the misty mist of the night filled the streets of Marcia, covering all the buildings.

Minsk just took a few steps towards the dark night before the rain, and the whole person disappeared in the smog.

Next, the priests of the Holy See walked out the door one by one, their movements were equally stiff, and they were all drowned in the smog one after another.

Finally, it was Elis' turn.

Can't find truth and rules in dreams, even if their behavior is inexplicable, it is normal in dreams... right?

Elis didn't know what they and himself were going to do in this dream.

He didn't even think about it, he was just dreaming anyway.

Maybe go for a stroll in the rain, maybe go to have tea with the mysterious Lord Nightingale.

After all, you have thoughts every day and dreams at night!

What everyone in the Holy See is thinking about, the protagonist of the oracle, Your Excellency Nightingale, maybe he can see each other in his dream?

Although it's just what I imagined...

The Lord Nightingale, who is loved by the people of Marcia, and the Lord Nightingale who has subdued the madman of the Rhine, is known as the Lord Nightingale who is generous, kind and gentle, not like a magician at all, what kind of person is it?

It's just that the rain of Marcia is too cold, the rain containing the magical power of the magician with water, carrying a biting chill, this is the breath of the lord.

Elis was soaked in the rain and shivered involuntarily.

His whole body was drenched with rain, and the biting coolness brought by the sea breeze made him tremble constantly, and he could hear the sound of his teeth trembling and colliding.

His bare feet were also immersed in the cold silt mud water. As he kept walking forward, he felt that his feet had begun to tremble weakly and gradually lost consciousness.

It's really cold, can it be so cold in a dream...

His dream is really, a little real...

The raindrops kept dripping, and his white robe was soaked in the rain. The sound of rain fell like a thin film, like an illusory sound coming from a distant place, it was not real at all.

Elis was confused and continued to walk forward with his hands and feet soft. He couldn't see the front that was blocked by the thick fog.

As he walked over the wooden bridge spanned by the large aqueduct at the outermost periphery of Marcia, he failed to notice an uneven puddle on the soles of his feet.

His footsteps hit the slanted position of the edge of the puddle, he staggered, his whole body softened, and he fell into the puddle that could submerge half of his body uncontrollably!

It didn't feel good to be submerged by the icy rain. His body lying in the puddle felt the real cold tingling sensation, and his whole body began to numb and tingle!

His body and head hit the uneven stone surface at the bottom of the puddle fiercely, and the intense pain instantly awakened him from the mist!

what happened? !

Elis completely awoke from the confusion, he crawled out of the puddle in embarrassment, and looked at the dark night scenery around and the boundless fog with wide eyes and a little panic!

The continuous rain in his ears finally became clear, and the translucent engravings hidden on his arms gave out bursts of warning tingling. He covered the position of his arm, and the soreness and pain all over his body told him that he was not dreaming!

All this is true!

What happened, how did he come here? !

He is... controlled by someone!

If he weren't for the apprentice magician who belonged to [Control], he might not even have a half-asleep and half-awake, just like other clergy, there would be no perception at all!

Standing alone in the rainy night, he stretched out his hand and wiped the rain on his face, so that his vision, which was fascinated by the rain, became clear.

The hot liquid flowed from his forehead, but he couldn't care about it. He dragged his sore legs forward and took a few steps, only to see that hidden in the dark night and mist was the edge of the black Marcia city wall.

Just a little bit, he walked out of the capital of Marcia...

In the darkness ahead, in the invisible shadow above the city wall, there was the sound of heavy objects being dragged. The sound of rain can't cover up this strange sound completely.

Hearing this voice, Elis felt all over his body hairy. He dragged his sour legs and couldn't help backing a few steps. The dark and invisible night and the strange white fog once again blocked everything in front of him.

He suddenly remembered that in front of him, there are other priests of the Holy See!

What the **** is this sound?

Those priests... are they still alive?

Master Temperance... Why didn't Master Temperance notice their abnormality?

He really wanted to turn around and flee, but his current physical condition was completely unable to support him to complete this strenuous exercise.

Elis stared stubbornly, hearing the dull sound of heavy objects falling from the city wall, and the white mist in front of him finally dispersed and surrounded him strangely, forming a circular encirclement.

The fog disperses, and the outline of the city wall at night is faintly visible.

He saw that under the extremely dark city wall, in the deep shadow, stretched out a slightly transparent and pale white hand.

The owner of this hand walked out of the shadow and was a weak girl who looked very young!

The girl looked weak and harmless. She was wearing a wet and complicated white dress, and the hem of the skirt had been stained with dirty silt and rain.

She has gorgeous long blue hair with a translucent texture, and a pair of orange-red eyes that are very conspicuous even in the dark.

"Da da da-"

This is the sound of the girl's expensive dress shoes stepping on the ground.

The sound of something dragging on the ground seemed to be very close to him.

Elis watched as the girl got closer and closer to him. The night faded from her, and her weird but beautiful blue long hair ended up restraining a clergyman who was wearing a white robe and had long lost consciousness.

"Greya..."

Elis recognized the appearance of this clergyman at a glance, and his heart sank, knowing that other clergymen might be more ill-fortuned.

The clergyman named Griya did not respond. He dragged his legs into the silt on the ground, and his bare feet shed dark blood.

His body pierced through a subtle, imperceptible, cracking sound covered by the sound of rain.

Griya was restrained by the girl's hair, her eyes closed and her breath disappeared. The skin all over his body began to shatter, and gray dust was thrown down.

The rainwater that melted into the ground bit by bit was quickly washed out.

But for a long time, his entire body was turned into ashes under the inexplicable and strange power, floating in the rainy night and sea breeze of Marcia, leaving no trace.

"You are left..."

Elis heard the girl's cold and cruel tone and said to him like this.

His blood seemed to freeze instantly.

The next moment, he was directly suppressed by a certain force, and he couldn't move all over his body. Even the throat used to breathe was blocked, and he began to fall into suffocation.

For the first time, he felt the shadow of death approaching him!

"Do you know why I left you for the end?" The girl's voice was clear and cold, and she was not in a hurry, as if she wanted to talk to him first.

"...Why?" Elis looked at the girl with difficulty, and he squeezed his doubts from his throat that was about to suffocate.

"You are a trainee magician, right?"

The mental power that the bubble had escaped once again enveloped him, bit by bit, infiltrating his spiritual sea.

I don't know what kind of magician this person is, and there is a certain exemption from her mind control.

According to common sense, even an apprentice magician with engraving cannot escape her mind control, but this person did it.

"The priests of the Holy See are loyal believers of the God of Humanity. It is difficult to get to the sky if they want to learn the information of the Holy See from their mouths..." The bubble induced little by little.

Her mental power was concealed to probe Elis' thinking, as long as his brain had a subconscious recollection, she would be able to get that part of the information instantly.

She lowered her eyes and asked him directly: "As a trainee magician, you should not have much loyalty to the Holy See? Although I don't know how you got in... If you still want to survive, just tell me. , What exactly does the Holy See want to do?"

It turns out that this girl came for the oracle of the Holy See...

Only then did Elis feel that the force that suppressed his throat breathing was revoked. He began to gasp and cough a few times before he raised his eyes to look at the foam again.

He couldn't help but said with a wry smile: "Even if I said, you don't plan to let me go, are you?"

Looking at him deeply with foam eyes, she did not intend to let go of the people of the Holy See.

She just wanted to get information on why they wanted to deal with her mother from the impious clergyman at the end.

She already knows a little, the oracle of the Holy See...

That human god, why did he issue an oracle related to his mother...?

She also needs more information.

"Sure enough, you really don't intend to let me go... In order to survive, I also have to show my life-saving ability." Elis stopped the bitter smile, his expression began to get serious, as if he was about to do some tricks.

"What can you do?" The spirit of the bubble was still spreading around, and she couldn't sense anything.

The fog of illusion that Xia used to help cut off the rain of magic power has not yet dissipated.

What can he do?

The author has something to say: Because the plot is coherent, today's double update.

The other one is still 9 o'clock in the evening, and I have a bit of metaphysics at noon!