Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Speech Spirit System

Chapter 127 The Dragon Slaying Necromancer

The girl shivered and shrank, followed the two messengers of light and left.

Vice President Harry heaved a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He glanced at the young swordsman beside him, and suddenly said, "Collison, let's go. My employment with you is over."

Before the young swordsman could react, he looked puzzled: "Vice President Harry, what are you talking about?"

Harry took out two gold coins from his sleeve: "This is your commission promised, take it and leave!"

"No! No! Why are you doing this! Did I do something wrong?" The young swordsman wanted to defend himself unwillingly.

Vice President Harry looked at him, with the unique wisdom of a businessman in his shrewd eyes, "No, you didn't do anything wrong", he said, "It's just that our caravan doesn't need people like you who betray their partners!"

The young swordsman was stunned, until the caravan was far away, he stood there blankly, staring at the gold coin in his hand and thinking: Where did he betray his partner?
"Your Excellency Sistar, shouldn't we go back to the Temple of Light now? It's such a big deal to find a different species. We must bring this news to the Pope and ask him to make a decision!"

The cardinal was talking to the handsome Saint Golden Rose Knight beside him, and then glanced at the magic apprentice who had put on a magic cloak and followed with his head drooping, and suggested again.

Well, Bishop Weilai cannot deny that he actually did this out of selfish motives. Ever since he realized that what he was going to face this time was the black dragon Pastore that brought panic to the entire Sita continent, he began to think about it. Trying to find a reason to return to the Temple of Light, so as to leave this matter to others.

So when I saw this black-haired and black-eyed girl just now, don't mention how happy he was, because he could finally throw this hot taro to other people!
But what he didn't expect was that Sistar didn't think about going to the Temple of Light at all!
The Knight of the Holy Golden Rose was silent for a moment: "Bishop Vilay, we have to take her to the great fortune teller Wukaxi."

"Wh...what? Why are we looking for Mist... Mistkashi?"

When mentioning Wukaxi, the cardinal felt a chill down his back.He has never met the Great Fortune Teller Wukaxi, but he also knows her notoriety.

This old man who is over 180 years old is not easy to get along with. It is rumored that she has a weird temper. She lives alone next to the forest lake, and there is a high-level magic tiger beside her, who often pampers her. Gaining notoriety for preying on passers-by at Forest Lake.

The Knight of the Holy Golden Rose slightly opened his thin lips, and answered the cardinal's question: "Divination of the whereabouts of the black dragon."

The cardinal narrowed his pupils and emphasized: "Your Excellency Sistar! The black dragon cannot fight against our strength! The magic god back then just sealed Pastore, even if we knew about it The whereabouts of the black dragon is impossible for us to defeat!"

The handsome knight of light stopped in his tracks, fixed his eyes on the cardinal Willai, and said seriously: "Of course, but we have already found the necromancer, isn't she asking about the secret of dragon slaying?"

"Death...Death! Wait! Your Excellency Sistar, you just said that we have found the Necromancer? Where is it? Why didn't I..."

Bishop Weilai suddenly became quiet. He turned around, pointed at the magic apprentice who followed him all the way quietly like a quail with excited and trembling hands, and said in disbelief: "Your Excellency Sistar...you were talking about her just now... ...is she a necromancer?"

God of Light, this must be a joke, right? He basically can't feel any magic element in this lowest-level magic apprentice. How can he be a necromancer?
Saint Golden Rose stared at the weak girl wearing a magic cloak, with a sharp light shining in her icy blue pupils: "Master Your Excellency, so do you want to continue pretending?"

The magic apprentice stopped her pace stiffly, she suddenly stood firmly and stretched out her hand to take off her cloak hat, her dark and soft eyes faced the handsome knight of light.

"Your Excellency, how did you find me?" The soft girl's voice sounded in the woods. After shedding the disguise, the girl dressed as a magic apprentice was like a pearl that had been dusted off, exuding a completely different temperament from before.

The cardinal only felt that he was abandoned by the God of Wisdom in the dark abyss. Who could tell him why he didn't notice it at all before?
"You pretended to be perfect." The tall and handsome knight in front of him replied.

"Too perfect?" The girl folded her brows and murmured, a hint of deep thought emerged on her beautiful, pale face, she looked up at Sistar, and said softly, "I understand."

Moya understood that she was pretending too much, so it was a flaw. After knowing this, she fortunately admitted it openly: "Saint Golden Rose Knight, you guessed right, I am a necromancer."

Admitted! She actually admitted! The cardinal, who was forgotten by the two, was dumbfounded.

The girl raised her head slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, and stared at Sistal with her black eyes: "So, Sir Knight, you seem to have a question to ask me now, right?"

Sistar said: "Of course." It is undeniable that he must ask questions, such as——

"Master Necromancer, why did you fight the black dragon in the Black Forest? Where did the black dragon come from?"

Hearing these two questions, the girl smiled slightly, as if she had guessed it a long time ago, without the slightest surprise on her face: "I guess you also want to ask these questions, but after I tell you, you don't have to believe me, but What I said is real."

"First of all, I forcibly summoned the black dragon to the Black Forest. In order to summon this big guy, I have been preparing for three years." The girl said, gently opened the magic robe she was wrapped in, and quickly The arm is exposed.

——Different from the girl's white and soft appearance, this is a scarred arm with long scars all over it, which looks very scary.

"Here, this is the scar left after I cut my hand and bled to cast the spell." She said lightly.

"Are you crazy?" Bishop Weilai couldn't help interjecting, would anyone in this world go to bloodletting to summon a black dragon?
The girl put down her magic robe, the scarred arm was hidden in the large magic apprentice robe, she blinked mischievously: "Lord Cardinal, I am not crazy, you may not know, the black dragon has already It was released decades ago."

"Don't be surprised, it was my father who released the black dragon. Yes, of course he was swallowed by the black dragon, so my mother swore to avenge him."

(End of this chapter)