He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Chi Lang was a little uneasy, and he turned the topic to another direction: "By the way, is there any trace of that necromancer recently?"

Song Southwest was startled and replied, "No... not anymore."

Chi Lang nodded: "That's good."

"Where have you been staying recently?"

"Me? Magic Research Association, go do chores or something."

Song Southwest's lips moved, but in the end she just said, "Then be careful."

Sheffield is still working on baking bread with fire magic.

"You too... the fire is too much. You should go and see how they use fire to make food in the Magic Research Association." Chi Lang commented.

Sheffield lowered his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I submitted an application to the Magic Research Association, and I should be able to go tomorrow."

Chi Lang's first reaction was: "Won't it be discovered?"

Sheffield pressed him on his shoulder, pressed him to his seat, and said, "You sometimes do, trust me. I've been in this academy for a year, and I haven't been found."

"If I don't want to be discovered by others, they won't be able to." Sheffield raised his chin slightly when he said this, and his expression was mixed with a certain edge of confidence.

Chi Lang was dazzled, he could hardly move his eyes, and asked, "Then what department are you? Do you study magic circles with them?"

"No," said Sheffield, quite naturally, "to learn how to cook."

Chi Lang was a little surprised, he thought Sheffield would go to the magic circle or something. He stretched out his hand and hugged Sheffield. He rested his head on Sheffield and patted his back: "Then you must study hard!"

The next day, Chi Lang finally got his wish and went to the Magic Research Society with Sheffield.

Chi Lang knocked on the door with one hand, and held Sheffield with the other. The long beard happened to open the door and looked at the two of them from head to toe, with a suspicious expression on their faces.

Chi Lang was inexplicably nervous, but Sheffield smiled and asked, "Can you lean down a little and let us in?"

Longbeard felt that the atmosphere of the two was strange, but he couldn't say what was strange.

There was still a lot of noise in the Magic Research Council, and the hall was still piled high with scraps of paper, and the ground was covered with magic circles.

Chi Lang reminded in a low voice: "Don't step on these magic circles, when you take a few steps forward, there will probably be some strange creatures running out, you just need to walk forward without squinting... There are two little boys who often do summoning magic."

Chi Lang walked in front of Sheffield, almost on tiptoe, walking very lightly and very slowly.

Sheffield took a few steps and took a step, walked in front of him, and crouched down.

"I'll carry you over there."

With the long beard still following them, Chi Lang felt that the eyes of the long beard were a little strange again. He hesitantly rejected this attractive proposal: "I'm fine by myself, and there will be no magic circle after a few steps."

Sheffield still kept his movements, with a smile in his voice but firm: "Come on, trust me."

Chi Lang lay on Sheffield's back and bought his head completely.

Sheffield walked very steadily. He stepped on the magic circle, and there was a glimmer of light on the bottom of his feet. These magic circles were not affected at all.

When he got to the corridor, Chi Lang whispered, "We should leave separately. I'm going to the mechanical department."

Sheffield: "Can you accompany me to the logistics department?"

Chi Lang: "Okay, but let me down first, there is no magic circle here."

Sheffield turned his face sideways and said, "Then you kiss me first."

Chi Lang looked left and right, and quickly kissed Sheffield's face, feeling a guilty conscience.

Sheffield then put him down.

"Are you worried about being found out? About us," Sheffield asked him.

Chi Lang: "No... But it's better to do this kind of intimate action in private..." Seeing that Sheffield's face still didn't improve, he added, "You...you look good when you kiss and be kissed, I don't want to. let others see it."

Sheffield froze for a moment, restrained his smile, and kissed Chi Lang's face blankly, and then said, "Understood, if I'm here, I'll try to kiss you as blankly as possible."

He pushed the door open and smiled: "Then shall I go first?"

Chi Lang was a little reluctant at this time, thinking that he would not see Sheffield for a while, and he would not be able to kiss here a few times today. He suggested: "Otherwise I'll be with you in the logistics department today. Although I don't know how to cook food, I can verbally instruct you."

Sheffield didn't hesitate at all: "Come on then."

The holidays are coming to an end, and students from Saints Magic Academy are starting to return. The academy seemed to be noisier than usual.

Song Southwest was wearing a black robe, which did not stand out among these students.

He was standing in front of the statue of Hubert, waiting for someone.

The sun cast a radiance on the ground. He lowered his head, staring at the ground.

Suddenly, a shadow covered this radiance, and someone stood in front of him.

After Song Nanxin looked up, he found that this was an old man, his back was slightly curved, and his face was full of wrinkles.

The old man was looking up at Hubert's sculpture diligently.

Song Southwest looked at the sculpture and then at the old man, feeling like he had traveled through time in a trance.

He asked the old man, "Let's go there immediately, I'm running out of time, I have to go back to church."

Song Southwest took the old man to the big clock in the academy. They stood on the rooftop, and the wind was coming towards them, blowing their robes high.

There was nothing on the roof but the clock.

The old man slowly chanted a spell, his voice was hoarse, and his words were a little unclear, but when he chanted the spell, even the wind stopped, and it seemed that he couldn't bear to blow away the surging power. spell.

The pattern of a magic circle gradually appeared on the ground, but the magic circle was incomplete and had not been completed.

"Can you still complete this magic circle?"

The old man said tremblingly: "Of course, I have done it in the abyss, otherwise why do you think you came here?"

Song Southwest's pupils shrank slightly: "In the abyss?"

"Yes, as compensation, don't you also have unparalleled magical power and mechanical ability?"

"Do you want us to kill him? Complete unfinished tasks for you?"

"No, I just found that the magic circle in the abyss can be more stimulated, so I happened to make one. I didn't expect it to be successful."

"But I've broken through the boundaries of magic and reached a deeper level of time and space that doesn't allow me to spy on such mysteries, that's why my lifespan is so short."

"Then, can you still complete this magic circle now? Will you be punished by the rules of time and space?"

The old man smiled and replied confidently: "Of course, even with such a body... But I have to remind you that even if this magic circle is repaired, only one person can leave."

Before Song Southwest could say anything, the old man had already started to repair the magic circle. His movements had slowed down and his eyes were a little cloudy. After repairing the magic circle, it seemed like he was back in the old days.

He quickly repaired the magic circle, looked up and said, "Since it has been completed, then we will be clear. You cover up for me, so that the Magic Association will not find out that I was resurrected by a necromancer. This kind of favor, I don't owe you any more."

Song Southwest: "It should be like this, but what are you going to do next? Although you still have your own consciousness, after a while, you will be completely controlled by him."

The old man: "I killed him... After you have done what you need to do, just leave."

Song Southwest watched the old man step out of his sight. He didn't know what kind of future the old man would have, but he felt a little sad for no reason.

He put his eyes on this magic circle and clenched his hands tightly. As long as he stepped on it, he could leave here without thinking about anything and go back to his regular life.

but.

Chi Lang still has the right to know about this.

Song Southwest turned around and walked downstairs.

Chi Lang felt that he probably had no culinary talent, and his hands were covered with flour. The dough at hand was still oddly shaped and a little sticky, and at first glance a little disgusting.

And Sheffield had squared the dough, and he had no flour on his body, his clothes were clean, and he still looked calm.

Chi Lang looked at his hand, looked at Sheffield's face, and slowly reached out and rubbed Sheffield's face.

- Sheffield did not hide.

Chi Lang only paused, and continued to rub the flour on Sheffield's face.

He seemed to have discovered a very interesting thing, and looked closely at Sheffield's face and said, "You are so ugly now."

Sheffield didn't even give him a look, he just lowered his head slightly and used a cleaning technique, and there were no traces of flour at all.

Chi Lang's eyes lit up: "You can also use the cleansing technique for me, it's too uncomfortable for me."

Sheffield smiled and rubbed more flour on his face instead.

Finally, Sheffield patted him on the head and said, "Just do it, I think you look so good."

Chi Lang: …

Suddenly there were a few knocks on the door, and after the door was opened, there was a long beard standing outside the door.

The bearded expression was a little dignified, looking at them: "Let's go out for a while, there is a guest."

Chi Lang definitely couldn't get out like this. He said to Sheffield, "Go first, I'll clean up my face."

Sheffield smiled and walked out the door.

Chi Lang thought for a second, he would have to make this dough later, and it would be very embarrassing, so let's make the dough first and then wash his face.

He probably kneaded the dough for a while, and Sheffield came in through the door.

"Is it so fast? Is it still stipulated that everyone must go? If there are guests before, you can hide here. If you want to go, you can use the cleansing technique on me."

Sheffield didn't speak, his face was very cold, the gentle aura on him all along seemed to be gone in an instant, or maybe he lost the ability to disguise.

He stepped forward and stroked Chi Lang's face inch by inch with his fingers.

Chi Lang felt the coldness on his face, knowing that this was the effect of cleansing.

He asked, "Why do you look so..."

Halfway through his words, he started walking out, and Sheffield didn't stop him.

Chi Lang walked to the door and looked out. For the first time, he found that there were so many people in the Magic Research Association, huddled together.

But he still recognized the old man standing in the center at a glance.

Anyone who walks by the Academy's sculptures every day will know what the sculptures look like.

—It's Hubert.