He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Chi Lang's heart trembled.

Sheffield and Luth were still talking, and Chi Lang found James while they were talking.

James was very surprised by Chi Lang's questioning: "Why do you want to buy this... Its rate of fire is very slow..."

"Because of the loading method? Need the bullet and the rifled to fit completely?" Chi Lang asked.

"Yes, this is the craft I learned from the dwarves... Although it is useless, I also carved a few magic circles on the rifling, which took a lot of materials and time, so at least I have to sell it for ten gold coins. ."

Ten gold coins? Chi Lang was discouraged by the price, and he continued to ask, "A magic circle on the rifling?"

"That's right," James raised his eyebrows. "It's too hard to enchant the bullet, but it's ok on the barrel, so the bullet will have a more stable trajectory when it is fired, and the bullet will be much more powerful."

"It means that you used magic on firearms, but it doesn't make much sense. If you are fighting people, wouldn't it be better to use magic directly? Why should firearms be used as an intermediate medium?"

James scratched his head, seemed a little embarrassed, and finally sighed: "That's because I'm not good enough, I've seen firearms that can fire continuously, but I don't know if he made them through magic circles or mechanical craftsmanship. arrived."

"If the firearm can fire continuously," James looked at the ceiling, "it should be more efficient than magic, because this enchanted gun consumes very little magic power."

"Burst firearms?" Chi Lang repeated, he couldn't believe it, "Impossible, breech guns theoretically..."

"I can't say more. Anyway, there are a few masters in the Magic Research Association who may be able to do it."

At this time, there was a sound of music from the direction of the hall. It sounded very tragic, like the music of a warrior going on an expedition, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"The opera is about to start. If you want to buy it, you can come to me later. I need to go to the front hall now." James waved to him hastily.

As if being summoned, the people in this hall stopped talking, looked in the direction of the hall, and then lifted their steps to go into the hall.

Chi Lang was caught in the crowd and was a little overwhelmed. He wanted to ask Les what his next steps were, and he saw a man in a clown costume nimbly shuttled through the crowd, and soon disappeared.

Judging from his stature and height, it was undoubtedly Ruth.

The next moment, Sheffield walked past him.

Sheffield always stood out in the crowd. He held the long sword and walked slowly, with a smile on his face, passing Chi Lang.

Chi Lang felt that his dress was indeed a bit funny, and it was right that Sheffield didn't recognize it.

Sheffield took a few steps forward and suddenly turned his head to look at Chi Lang.

There were people walking by constantly beside them, and there were voices buzzing like mosquitoes in their ears. When it was so noisy and everyone seemed busy, Chi Lang could actually hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

Sheffield started to walk back, but he just walked back without squinting, passing Chi Lang once again.

Chi Lang turned around and watched Sheffield walk to the table and put the sword back in its sheath.

He felt a little lost, but he didn't plan to meet Sheffield at this time, and was going to look for Ruth in the hall.

"Won't you wait for me?" Sheffield's voice came from behind.

Chi Lang stopped, and when he looked back again, Sheffield had pinned the sword to his waist. He took off the white glove from his hand, bent slightly, and stretched out his hand to Chi Lang,

— "Don't want to go to the opera with me?"

His fingers are slender, with well-defined joints, and Chi Lang can even see the tiny lines on them.

Chi Lang looked at the outstretched hand. He actually had a lot of things to say in his heart, but in this atmosphere, he subconsciously asked, "Shouldn't there be only one seat per ticket?"

Chi Lang felt that his words had ruined the atmosphere.

"Many people just came in to participate in the 'Palace of Knowledge', there will be many empty seats, and, even if there is only one seat..." Sheffield smiled slightly.

Chi Lang was still struggling with the question of seats, he thought carefully about how two people should be assigned a seat, and murmured: "...what if there is only one seat, it's strange for me to stand, do you want me to sit on top of you, No no no, that's even weirder... I'll just go find Ruth."

Sheffield stretched his hand a little higher, seemed to be delighted, and even smiled: "My seat is in a separate area, you can sit for two people... But if you want to sit on me,"

He paused and smiled: "I don't mind."

Chi Lang held Sheffield's hand, and it was cold. Chi Lang was stunned for a moment, and simply wrapped both hands up and dragged Sheffield forward.

He stopped the topic in time: "Let's go, let's go to the opera... Should I make up another ticket or something, I always feel a little uneasy in conscience."

The separate areas Sheffield was talking about were seats that were floating in the air, twelve of them in total, floating about two stories high by magic.

When they sat up, there was only an old man on the stage playing the accordion.

There were indeed many empty seats, which seemed deserted at first glance. Chi Lang asked in a low voice, "Where are they trading? This hall doesn't look like there is a trading place?"

"Underground," Sheffield replied, "in the past, the entrance to the underground could only be opened after the opera was over, but then many people canceled it because it was troublesome."

"Then why don't you just start trading directly? You must add an opera step?"

"The 'Palace of Knowledge' only happens once a year, so it stands to reason that the theme of each opera needs to be related to the major events in magic this year, so all magicians are required to appreciate it."

Chi Lang understood that this was roughly equivalent to the annual summary meeting, but some people were bored and started trading resources directly.

"What is this year's opera?" Chi Lang asked.

Sheffield's eyes sank, and he looked at the stage, his tone was rather casual: "This year's House of Knowledge happened to be arranged on the day of the devil's birthday, and it happened to find Hubert's Magic Code this year, so It should be an Acura Hubert opera."

The amount of information in this sentence is a bit large, and Chi Lang has no time to think about it, so he can only ask: "Has Hubert's Magic Codex been found?"

Sheffield smiled: "I heard some time ago that Hubert's Magic Codex will appear on this 'House of Knowledge'... Although I think this news must be fake, but I want to take a look."

"Why? Will the fake look exactly like the real one?"

"No," Sheffield shook his head very slowly, the corners of his mouth raised, "because someone wanted me to come."

After listening to this sentence, Chi Lang felt that he was almost able to string everything together.

In an instant, the darkness around them went down one by one, and the stage brightened a little bit, and the white light elongated the shadow of the old man.

The sound of the accordion stopped abruptly at a high pitch. The old man stood up, put away the accordion, and then walked out from behind the scenes, a priest who was seen outside Margaret's magic tower that day.

The priest was wearing a white robe, which seemed out of place here, but he was holding a notebook in his hand. When he saw the notebook in his hand, the entire opera house was quiet, as quiet as a hidden water surface.

"As you can see, recently I stumbled upon the magic codex of the so-called **** of magic, 'Hubert', because it was found in the city of Zephnar, so the Pope's order was directly handed over to the 'knowledge' here. Temple'."

Chi Lang subconsciously clenched Sheffield's hand.

"Before I came, I visited Master Margaret, and she said that maybe the seal of the Demon King is a little loose, and maybe she will use unknown means to grab the Magic Codex, so I must hand this Codex to the 'Knowledge' Temple'."

Chi Lang suddenly remembered what Sheffield had jokingly said about the "Demon King" during the final assessment.

"The person in charge of the 'House of Knowledge' also said that this handbook will be properly handled, so I'm just here for a handover this time. You don't have to be too wary of me as a priest." Priest Raphael bowed on the stage.

Chi Lang remembered again, it seems that Sheffield's hands have always been cold.

"I also came to see it with a little hope. Will the demon of the abyss really return to the world?" Raphael glanced at the entire opera house, and his eyes stopped in a corner.

Chi Lang finally remembered the devil's birthday and Sheffield's birthday.

It was so obvious, but it made him a little less convinced.

The seats of the two of them were suddenly illuminated, and they seemed unusually abrupt in the darkness.

Raphael stood on the stage and asked politely: "Sorry, I used a magic trick, I hope I didn't offend you. I just seemed to feel the breath of the abyss in this direction."

Chi Lang released Sheffield's hand.

He seemed to understand what was going on.

He took out Ruth's flintlock, and then the bullet.

He explained: "Ah, I used this bullet to kill monsters in the abyss before, and I always thought it was worth remembering, so I left the bullet behind. It should be the breath of the abyss that remains on it."

Raphael narrowed his eyes, he only felt a faint breath of the abyss for a moment, and it made sense to listen to this explanation.

And as far as he knew, if the Demon King was discovered, he would never make excuses to hide himself.

So he terminated the magic technique again, apologized, and slowly stepped down from the stage.

Chi Lang was surrounded by darkness again, but in this darkness he felt a sense of security.

He felt Sheffield take his hand again, and spread his fingers apart and clasped them together.