He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

"You're fine, why did you open the magic circle?" Chi Lang wanted to destroy Joyce's humanity.

Joyce: "I'm not very good at using this. When they let me cheat with this, I often couldn't hear what people outside were saying... Then I figured out a way to pass the test myself."

"Don't be nervous, you're not talking to anyone, and who can hear your voice." Joyce pouted.

"You don't understand," Chi Lang sighed, "Shut up... otherwise I can't help but want to hit you."

Joyce said seriously: "You can't beat me. In the magic competition of my peers, I only lost to Dinah."

Chi Lang: "So what?"

"I recently read the codex of the great magician Ian again. During this time, my magic control is much better than before," Joyce was very happy, "I want to compete with Dinah again, this time I should be able to defeat her ."

Chi Lang was a little puzzled: "So why did you invite her to the opera? Did I understand it wrong? Isn't it for some romantic atmosphere?"

"Ah, I want to tell her to compare again when she is in a good mood."

Chi Lang: …

"With all due respect, it's possible that you and Dinah can get back together again, I think," Chi Lang said in a desolate tone, "probably the same as my perfect score in calculus."

Joyce didn't understand, showing a confused expression.

Chi Lang patted his shoulder with an indescribable mood, and then left.

Before returning to the bedroom, Chi Lang went to the library to borrow a book.

He put the book in front of his face and slowly opened the door.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn, but the lights were not lit.

Only a bleak halo was reflected on the floor, and the umbrella leaning against the door had a vague shadow.

Chi Lang walked in and smelled the smell of wine.

Sheffield had his back against the table, a wine glass in his hand. The wine glass is a crystal glass with complicated patterns on it, and now there is only a little wine left.

"Why don't you open the curtains? It's so dark." Chi Lang walked over to open the curtains.

"Chi Lang." Sheffield called him, "Come here first and sit down."

Chi Lang actually likes Sheffield calling his name very much, he has a floating feeling. He thought in a daze, Sheffield's pronunciation is really standard, and if you go to learn Chinese, you should be able to learn it soon.

Chi Lang sat on a chair.

"Sorry, I didn't get rid of that necromancer, he escaped."

"Ah, why do you want to apologize? If he escapes, he should escape. There is no rule for you to catch the murderer."

"He wants to take your soul," Sheffield put the glass on the table. "You know what? Your soul, with its power, is an excellent casting material for necromancers."

Chi Lang's heart tightened.

"Do you remember Margaret?" Sheffield changed the subject very abruptly.

"Remember, when do you want to visit her?" Chi Lang did not forget the omniscient and almighty magician, he also got the best grades, and should have a chance to ask questions.

"Tomorrow afternoon." Sheffield paused for a long time. "Sorry, I was thinking of taking advantage of you and didn't consider your situation. Now it seems that you may be in danger when you go to see Margaret."

"It can't be called 'exploiting'. You got Quanyou for me. I'll ask a question for you. It's okay," Chi Lang smiled, "What danger would there be in Margaret's place? ?"

"She is the first person in the prophecy department. She knows the past and the future... How do you explain to her, where does your soul come from?"

All the anxiety and joy of Chi Lang disappeared. He suddenly realized that Sheffield had long known that he was not Micah Rahman.

"Even that necromancer can see that your soul is different, can't Margaret see it?"

Chi Lang's voice was a little astringent: "So I won't go tomorrow. If the Necromancer is concerned, I will stay with Ruth during the day. If you are here at night, it should be fine."

Sheffield pulled the book away from his face and smiled: "Why are you covering your face with the book?"

Chi Lang thought, I didn't know how to face you before.

Sheffield put his two hands on Chi Lang's shoulders and looked directly at Chi Lang: "I don't know where you came from or why you came here.

He smiled as if self-deprecating: "I don't know when and how you will leave, and I'm also worried about the peeping of others."

Sheffield's eyes reflected Chi Lang's appearance, and said softly, "So tell me this."

Let me know your past so that I can know how to protect the future. Sheffield thought.

Sheffield: "Why are you here?"

In fact, he asked this question when Chi Lang was drunk, but he suspected that Chi Lang made a mistake when he was unconscious, so he wanted to ask it again.

Chi Lang closed his eyes and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's because of a dream... about a dream about roses. I don't know when I'll leave... My hometown, there is no magic, and the development of technology far exceeds here..."

He has no secrets anymore, Chi Lang thought, he told this person everything.

Sheffield squatted down, took Chi Lang's hand, and kissed Chi Lang's palm lightly.

His eyes were crescent-shaped: "It's enough to know this, although I still have some questions to ask..."

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

Chi Lang stopped talking, but Sheffield kept smiling at him, and Chi Lang could only pick up the book to cover his face again.

In an instant, Chi Lang felt that his body froze, he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even lift his fingers.

He saw Sheffield hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a very gentle smile.

Then he heard himself say, as if uncontrollably, "A very good person, a very good person."

Sheffield's voice was low: "How about a little more detailed feeling?"

Chi Lang opened his mouth, and the moment he said the answer, he suddenly found that he could control his body, so he stopped what he was about to say in time.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." Sheffield gave him another kiss on the palm.

"Why just now, I can't control myself..." Chi Lang asked.

"A little magic," said Sheffield, "and Margaret could easily ask your secret if she wanted to."

"So, don't go tomorrow afternoon." Sheffield said with a smile.

"If that necromancer enters the academy, I can detect it, so don't worry too much."

Chi Lang nodded and stood up: "I'm going to draw the curtains."

Sheffield also stood up and took his hand from behind: "You don't seem to be very happy."

Chi Lang was silent for a while, gritted his teeth, and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable. You should have known that I'm not Micah, and, although I told you the secret, but—"

"The ability you just now, only you have magic, can spy on my heart at any time."

"Actually, when you asked the first question, I was just about to answer you," Chi Lang said slowly, "Even if you don't use that kind of magic, I will answer you."

"And I'll tell the truth, I thought you were a nice person."

"But the ability you have shown makes me feel uncomfortable." Chi Lang tried hard to express his thoughts accurately.

"You already know everything about me, but I know almost nothing about you, and you can even see my heart at any time."

Chi Lang slowly let go of Sheffield's hand, and he was a little confused.

But the next second, Sheffield took his hand again, and he heard Sheffield say, "Sorry, I'll never use that magic again, and I won't let anyone use it on you."

Chi Lang was pulled by Sheffield to the window and opened the curtains.

The faces of the two of them were reflected in the window, Sheffield leaned closer to the window, and after a few seconds, Sheffield said to him: "The magic just now is pupil surgery, and you must look directly into the eyes of others to do it."

Sheffield smiled and completely concealed the haze in his eyes: "I used this kind of magic on myself, but because it is for myself, I can still speak, but if you want to ask, I will not be affected by it. Take control and tell the truth."

"Trust me," he said. "I can tell you anything you want to know."

Chi Lang blinked, and suddenly he felt a little flirtatious again.

"Do you have that kind of magic stone, the kind that Joyce and the others cheated on?"

"Apart from you, I didn't help anyone cheat."

Chi Lang thought for a while: "Do you like sweet or salty?"

"…Sweet."

"What about wine? Wine, blueberry wine, cherry wine?"

"wine."

…

From beginning to end, Chi Lang was asking some questions about his preferences. He didn't ask about Sheffield's identity, Sheffield's past, or something he had wondered about for a long time.

After asking, Chi Lang said, "I know this and that's fine."

"I thought you would ask me, how did you know you were not Micah, or, ask me who I am..."

"If you're willing to tell me, you'll tell me," Chi Lang said. "In this way, it's not good to spy on your secrets. Everyone has secrets."

Sheffield was startled, clenched his right hand, and wanted to kiss the palm again.

Chi Lang quickly put his left hand on the palm of his right, and said righteously: "What kind of etiquette is this? Don't kiss." In fact, he felt a little itchy and felt a little warm in his palm.

"It's not etiquette." Sheffield's eyes also had a smile, shaking his glass, "It's just that I want to do this."

"But since you refused, let me make another formal request," Sheffield bent over and extended his hand to him, "Can I kiss the palm of your hand?"

No, no, no, Chi Lang thought, it's better if you stand farther away.

Well, kiss it.