Pursuing Immortality

Southern Europe.

The small country here has long since collapsed, and it has been annexed by several large countries. The population has been relocated, rest and life has been restored.

It rained at night, sprinkled on the patchwork stone road, the street lights were dim, and the pedestrians were scarce, making this millennium-old town vaguely back to the medieval era.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

The crisp and rhythmic sound of horses' hoofs passed through the rain, and a black-painted wagon appeared ghostly on the street. Rain silk was blocked from ten centimeters, and the horse with golden eyes stopped in front of an old two-story building.

The door opened and two black men in hooded capes came down. When they entered, the horse snorted and disappeared like a ghost.

"Schroder, Harry, you are late!"

There are already three guys in the room, typical European races, exuding magic waves that are not strong or weak. This is the branch of the Gaul Magic Society. They are all in charge and hold regular salon meetings.

"There were some glitches in the experiment. I'm very sorry."

Schroder had platinum blond hair with a straight nose, a straight nose, and Gaul noble blood flowing in his body.

"Oh? You haven't given up on that transformation plan yet?" Cried the companion.

"Of course not. If I successfully integrate the blood of the long-eared beast, my life will be extended by at least 300 years, and a new magic system will be created!"

"Oh, good luck."

His companions were very dismissive of his plan, and after a few words, they talked about the latest interesting things.

The sofa here is big and soft, black tea is fragrant and strong, and a fire spirit made by alchemy lies in the fireplace and controls the temperature of the entire house.

"Druids are very restless these days. I heard that they want to accept monsters and build homes to live together. What a primitive group of guys!"

"Monsters can only be driven for us. How can they be regarded as equal lives?"

"Doesn't the man on the island care?"

"She? It is said that she broke through the bottleneck, went to another world, and has not yet returned."

"Well, sorry for waiting for me to be suppressed by a savage woman ..."

Nowadays in the West, with the mainstream of magic and alchemy, the families of the practitioners are superior. Many people still inherit the nobility, pay attention to exquisite etiquette, and explore eternal truth.

The number of druids is slightly less. Most of them are learned by the civilians at the bottom. They are natural, casual, and liberating nature.

The classes and ideas of the two conflict with each other and become deadly rivals. In addition, there are other branches of divination, astrology, witchcraft, and curses, with a total of dozens of categories.

The five chatted leisurely. The elves of fire slept lightly. On the table next to them, white sand flowed in the delicate hourglass.

"You guys, I have some new news ..."

The oldest Harry took a sip of tea, took out the magic pipe from his pocket, wiped it back, and put it back, saying: "A letter from a tutor a day ago said that the Holy See is vigorously developing believers and is preparing to rebuild the parishes. That includes it. "

"Holy See?"

The four looked at each other, quite funny, "They still have more power now?"

"Is the new bishop crazy? Want to be plowed again by the Druid?"

"This is the place of the association, can you be mistaken?"

"Blind student, you found Huadian, Harry may be really wrong."

"Quiet, be quiet!"

Harry was suspected, slightly unhappy, and knocked at the table. "You can't believe me, but you shouldn't question my mentor, he ..."

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his content, and the five were all surprised. The house was protected by the magic circle and could not be easily accessed. But now, the other side actually touched the front, and knocked openly.

"Which one?" Harry asked.

"Guests from afar, please see you." The voice was clear and warm, dilute the cold rain.

"..."

Harry made a gesture, stood up and pulled it slightly.

"Squeak!"

Harry suddenly froze. It wasn't the Druid or the Devil outside, but a strange young man wearing a white robe, thin body, short chestnut hair, and a handsome face.

He has a pair of green pupils, full of the breath of life in spring, and the waves on his body are serene and smooth, which makes him very comfortable.

"Deep rain at night, can you go in for a cup of tea?" The young man laughed.

"Come in."

Harry frowned and let the man into the room.

The man glanced around and bowed slightly. "My name is Thomas, I'm from the Holy See and I'm in charge of building the parish here."

"..."

In a word, the five looked at each other for a while, but calmed down and knew where they were coming from.

With one stroke, Schroder brought a new refreshment to his servant and smiled: "I heard the news long ago, but I didn't expect to come so fast, and the journey was hard."

"Thank you for hospitality."

Thomas still had a mild smile, tasted a snack, drank half a cup of black tea, and said: "Schroder, Harry, Obbas, Villa, Mannich ... The five voices are obvious locally, The construction of the diocese is huge and expensive, and it will take a lot of trouble for you. "

"Huh, what does the Holy See mean? The Magic Society has been here for twelve years. Do you want to seize the land and ask our opinions?" Harry Leng hummed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No need to ask, they are all **** Purpose. "

Thomas looked at each other and whispered, "Magic is from the primitive century. It is demon witchcraft. God saves the world. You naturally have to join the Holy See."

"Bold!"

The five of them yelled in unison, and Schroder, who was most ceremonial, didn't care about manners, and Harry finally found a pipe.

After all, he pointed a little and hurriedly spelled a spell.

Peng!

A large amount of white smoke spewed out of the pipe, which was flexible and drowned the other party in minutes.

This is his housekeeping skill. He replaced the magic wand with a smoking pipe and developed a smoke-based offensive and defensive system on his own.

As a result, this time, the smoke tangled up, and saw a soft light emerging from it. There was no danger at all, but it seemed to dispel the haze like the sun, and it easily broke the magic.

The young man showed his body, still like that of Sven, and sighed, "God is loving, and lost people will eventually return to the embrace of God ..."

With a wave of his right hand, the light burst into a flash, and the stars infiltrated the five people's minds.

"唔 ... 唔 ......"

With his feet off the ground, Harry floated ten centimeters, feeling only stiff and completely out of control. And consciousness became sluggish, as if a part of it had been dug out of the air, and a part of the new had been filled.

Unconsciously, the four were used to it and enjoyed the light, warm and comfortable.

Only Schroeder's eyes were still struggling, and the last thought flickered, suddenly thinking of something. His face was terrified, even twisted, and he tremblingly pointed at the young man, "More, more ..."

Thomas, one of the twelve disciples of the Son.

(And at night ...)

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