[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

Sylvia hated running.

Before the thin and soft sheepskin-soled boots could completely touch the ground, he eagerly handed the other one forward again, and his body rose into the air. He had no time to think. The uninterrupted and brief feeling of weightlessness inadvertently triggered the deepest hidden feeling in his heart. panic. This is a complete failure of reason, relying entirely on the instinctive operation of the body.

But now she had no time to experience the brief loss of control. The defective vision prevented her from controlling her balance, and she almost stumbled.

The air flow driven by her body formed wind, almost roaring in her ears, and she had no time to care. The light spots of elements in her field of vision were pulled, almost like meteors streaking across the night sky, and she had no time to care.

The only sense in her body was overly concentrated - the hot hand holding her felt like being coerced, like being robbed, like a crazy elopement. Her heart had never beat so fast, the blood hit her eardrums, and her breathing surged into her brain. She seemed to be stripped away from this empty world.

"Damn it." The main road became a life-saving straw. O'Brien kept looking back. Fortunately, it seemed that the weird man with strips of cloth had given up the pursuit. I don't know if it has something to do with the new city lord, but the streets of Gabu City have secretly tightened security recently. The man should not dare to pursue him on the main road in a big way.

This is truly a disaster. Perhaps the "disguise" of the two of them was too good, and they were used as informants by someone who didn't know where they came from.

The priest was holding on to the wall next to him, gasping for air. It was the first time that O'Brien saw her in such, uh, embarrassment, and her originally pale face was filled with excessive blood.

O'Brien hesitated for a moment, then patted her back and said, "Is it okay?"

Sylvia tried hard to adjust her breathing rate, "Are you being watched?"

The elf shook his head and looked around again, "The avenues and alleys here are complicated, and our response was timely enough. That person doesn't seem to have any accomplices. Based on my experience, he should have been thrown away."

"Speaking of which." Seeing the pastor's face turn red and coughing uncontrollably, he finally couldn't help but sigh, "Are you not exercising a little bit?"

He tried hard to hide his gloating, but his tone couldn't help but be filled with a hint of genuine concern.

But the fact is that you can't ask for much exercise from a young lady who has barely left home before.

To be more precise, the eldest lady's amount of exercise is almost zero.

"A small instant fixed-point teleportation scroll." The priest's face was expressionless, even a little distorted because of the continuous coughing. It was really rare. "It is highly efficient, safe, and easy to use."

It's so expensive, I can't afford it in my life. O'Brien added silently in his mind, and reluctantly bought a bottle of honey water from the grandmother's stall next to him, and handed it to the pastor.

"Sweet. Moisten your throat." O'Brien thought for a moment, untied the priest's braid, and smoothed it with a light stroke. "We have to make a few more turns, just in case there is a 'tail' following us. .”

As if it was an illusion, the pastor's shoulders dropped a bit when he heard this.

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The Far North, the northernmost point of the continent.

Continuing from the Snow Forest to the north, the trees gradually become thinner. There are frozen layers, snow-capped mountains and glaciers where even the extremely cold-resistant Snow Pine cannot grow. Even black exposed rock masses are rarely seen, and everything is gently and cruelly pressed under the white snow. Plants cannot grow and wild animals cannot feed. "Origin" The long river of Sumiai was born here, flowing silently, like tears melting from the corners of the eyes one after another.

No one goes there, no one disturbs us, this is a snowy land isolated from the world.

Although there is no threat from wild beasts, Blizzard is a "white devil" more terrifying than any wild beast.

Miraculously, it seems to echo the pale earth. Here is the clearest clear sky and starry night in the entire continent. The passing snake eagles hovered in the sky and turned into black spots.

In this quiet place, a huge spire black tower tears through the terrifying white color where the earth and the sky meet. It is as extraordinary as a mirage clustered in the snow-capped mountains. But please believe that this is by no means false. The "Real Brain" Polar Circle Tower stands on this land.

Apprentice Ronan took the note from the small tube tied to the leg of the snake sculpture at the top of the tower, and hurriedly walked down the small steps. The dazzling light shining on the snowfield made him worry about suffering from snow blindness. It was not until he returned to the tower and was shrouded in the warm "candleless light" that surrounded him that he felt a little relieved.

The snow particles that fell on the dark green nylon cloak melted into tiny water droplets under the indoor temperature. He patted the fur collar on the cloak and strode through the corridor of the tower. Countless "candleless lights" hang from the ceiling of the hall. These materials are contained in glass beads and emit heat, like countless small suns. The construction of the tower uses a large amount of black iron to insulate the wind, snow and cold temperature, and these light beads illuminate the space enclosed by the black iron.

A few apprentices had free time and sat in the corner of the hall laughing and whispering.

"Evelyn...bones...prosthesis"

"A mere necromancer...ugh...corpse...disgusting"

Suddenly, an apprentice raised his head casually and saw Ronan's dark eyes looking at them. He quickly patted his companions to silence them.

But it was too late.

"The Circular Tower treats all knowledge equally." The water droplets on the young man's dark hair shone with tiny pearls, sliding down the hair tips like tiny ice ridges, setting off the young man's honey-colored skin, leaving a trace on the shirt inside the cloak. Ambiguous water stains.

However, the young man had an extremely straight face, his lips were tightly closed, and he looked resolute and determined. "If you are so free that you have nothing to do to schedule a teacher, why not read the rules of the Circular Tower a few more times in front of the statue."

The statue refers to the statue of the Unknown Man, which is placed in the center of the hall. The empty cloak, nothing beneath the stone-carved cloth, is surmounted by a simple tiara composed of a winged ouroboros, the symbol of the Circumferential Tower. The cloak opened its arms on both sides, and the invisible figure seemed to be embracing the unknown and dedicating himself.

Ronan's prestige among the apprentices was very high. Although the young apprentices were reluctant, they still stood under the statue. Ronan ignored them and continued walking towards the corridor on the other side of the hall.

Behind him, the young and clear voices of the apprentices came.

[…

Under the "wrap", we give up our race, our beliefs, and everything we are born with, and dedicate this body to the omniscience and omnipotence of the "brain".

Therefore, the thunder and fire are tamed and become the source of fire in our hands

Therefore, the forest trees are pruned, and they are the young seeds in our palms

Therefore, the light spots are focused to help us see everything in the world clearly

Next……

Next……

We use our minds to conquer all things in the world, look at equal knowledge with equal eyes, and use the bridge of truth to connect destined life and death.

Everything is traceable, let us control our destiny in the palm of our own hands. ]

Ronan put the chants behind him. The structure of the Polar Circumference Tower is very strange. Sometimes it is clearly uphill, but it is unknowingly reaching the next level. The two walls of the corridor have no windows and are painted the same color as black iron. If any inspiration comes to mind while walking around, the apprentices can take out chalk and write it down on the wall. Therefore, you can often see apprentices sitting cross-legged on the floor and thinking hard, either thinking about their own projects, or being inspired by the records of their predecessors.

Around a corner Ronan chose to take the lift. The elevator is like a large iron cage, surrounded by thin carved columns, and equipped with a small dark green sofa. Ronan turned the feathered serpent-shaped □□ at the door and selected the floor he wanted to reach through the snake-bite interface. Then he sat upright on the small sofa, listening to the clanking sound of the chain on the cage above his head.

He keeps going down. The cold air came up, and only the candleless light in the elevator provided some warmth. He tugged at the nylon cloak and finally managed to sneeze.

Perhaps ten minutes later, the elevator finally reached the base of the Polar Circle Tower. Few people came to this floor, and Ronan's leather boots made a creaking sound on the floor.

As soon as you step out of the elevator, both ends of the corridor are covered with scarlet wall coverings. Because of the cold that is incompatible with the tower, you can even see hoarfrost in the corners. This section of the corridor is not long, and there are only a few paintings hanging on the walls, but they are all covered with velvet, perhaps because they are afraid that the extreme temperature will damage the material of the paint.

The velvet cloth of a portrait was pulled by someone, and a corner was exposed. Ronan could only see the end of the orange-red braid of the person in the painting, which was as warm as the morning sun. He stopped and covered the velvet carefully.

At the end of the corridor is a huge and heavy iron door, covered with frost and snow. It can be speculated that the severe cold on this floor comes from behind the door. Ronan knocked on the door and received a response. The quetzal snake on the door handle spit out its biting tail and let him go.

He pushed the iron door open hard. At that moment, white light shone through the narrow gap and shone between his eyebrows. Just like every time he entered the Hall of Sages, he couldn't help but close his eyes at that moment.

Behind the door is a huge white space, like a giant snow cave. The Hall of Sages is semi-enclosed, and the far end is connected to the ice sea. Natural light shines into this space through a transparent film. The material of the film is unknown, at least it does not match any material that Ronan knows. It may be just a barrier made of magic elements, but Ronan cannot estimate how much magic power is consumed to isolate most of the cold and resist wind and snow. .

A long black table is placed in the center of the hall, with the sages of the circumferential tower sitting at both ends. They all wear red woolen cloaks, an outfit called the "True Wrap." Cloaks covered every inch of their bodies from head to toe, and Ronan could only judge their identities from their shapes.

On the left, the elf twins, "grafted" Gloria and "evolved" Gloucester, sit next to each other, but there is a thick wall of books between them.

The first person on the right, the old human being, "Mantian" Colvin, raised his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

On the right hand side, at the end of the table, his teacher, "Ms. Bones" Evelyn, used the finger bone of her right hand as a pen, dipped it in black ink, and wrote furiously.

All seats other than the four of them were vacant, including the main seat at the other end.

Ronan stood still in front of the table, bowing slightly and saluting. He breathed softly, and a curl of white mist came out of his mouth.

"This is an urgent document. It's from Gabu City."