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

Sylvia took out the materials needed to make the magic circle one by one: mercury, Dettol, ashes of sages, holy branches...

Only then did O'Brien discover that the simple-looking red agate ring worn by Miss Priest on her little finger was a space ring.

The elf's eyes darkened. Space magic has long been lost. Such a small ring may have less than one cubic meter of storage space, but it is still priceless. He didn't know Sylvia's identity or the value of white crystal stones on the market, but he had seen too many mercenaries fighting for this type of space ring.

Although he was a little jealous of this huge wealth, based on the most basic humanitarianism, the elf decided to kindly remind the priest who had never been out of the house: "Do you know what it means to keep wealth hidden?"

The priest lowered his head and fiddled with the materials. Her vision has not yet recovered, and the surrounding elements are too thin. She can only act based on her own feelings. O'Brien did not deliberately conceal his steps when he followed. Although the elf was light, his whereabouts could still be determined by careful analysis.

So she was not alarmed by his words, but was confused as to why his tone was so harsh: "I understand the preciousness of the space ring, and I will not use it in front of outsiders."

O'Brien didn't know why he was so angry, and he even hesitated over her words.

outsider? Isn't he an outsider? The priest had no idea she was dealing with a dark elf. He is a dark elf known for his insidiousness, cunning, deception, and betrayal. She casually entrusted her back to such a guy and even identified herself with him. Where did the stupid pastor come from? He helped count the money one day when someone cheated him.

Of course Sylvia didn't know what Obulin was sulking about, so she could only make a guess and added a supplement to her explanation, "No one dares to bully the priest of light at will, because the god in the world now is the god of light."

But after thinking about it again, this elf had no elemental affinity and might not have even learned the most basic magic rules, so he classified the materials and explained them to him carefully.

"The element is like air. Most people cannot see it and can only perceive it through the operation of magic. But it does exist in almost every corner of the world, including our bodies which also contain corresponding elements. Its existence is the most Basically ensuring the operation of magic."

"We can imagine the body as a material. People with elemental affinity are like paper. As long as they meet fire in an environment where elements exist, it can burn. People without elemental affinity are like rotten wood, regardless of the presence of elements. No matter how rich it is, he won’t be ignited by fire.”

"And this fire is 'god'."

Sylvia used the fingers of her right hand to draw a symbol on the palm of her left hand, and a faint warm light arose in her palm. O'Brien stepped back unconsciously. Although he did not reject the light element as much as he was afraid of sunlight, his fear of light was an instinct that could not be changed.

Sylvia used this light to light the sacred branch planted in the ground.

"The definition of 'Low Magic Age' first appeared at the end of the elves' rule. Before that, a number of outstanding mages emerged among the elves who pursued the truth in the world, and also established the earliest circumferential towers. At that time, they used their magic power to Weakness was due to the loss of earthly elements. The term 'lower demon' was coined."

"But they were both wrong."

"The elements have not been lost, it is their gods who have fled."

"The forest god Semael disappeared from this world. He did not die, but he was rejected by the world without warning."

Sylvia stood up and inserted the sacred branch into the corresponding position. Then gently pour the mercury, and a smooth curve gradually takes shape.

"At the same time, a human hero appeared on the continent. While he gathered the humans who followed him, he spread the teachings of the light and taught all creatures on the continent to follow the footsteps of the light."

"At first, everyone only regarded him as a clown. But as the dragon bowed his head and the dwarves surrendered, even the most arrogant elves were finally forced to bow their heads. He is the veritable god of light. A creature chosen by light. Imitating the way a mage controls the elements, manipulating the powerful light element, the dazzling light of magic can compete with the sun and the moon. This is the prototype of a priest."

Sylvia's tone was calm and she spoke eloquently, without the arrogance and excitement of a preacher.

O'Brien was quite happy to hear this as a story. But he thought about the strength of several priests he had met, and felt that Sylvia was exaggerating in some aspects.

Miss Priest's magic circle has been drawn, just waiting for her to inject magic power into it. She carefully carried her cloak and walked to the center of the magic circle, holding the white crystal staff tightly with both hands, letting the bottom of the staff touch the ground slightly: "The gods who are isolated from the world are flames, but the gods who come to the world are fire seeds. The darlings of each era will prosper with the arrival of the gods, and fall with their departure. This is how it used to be."

"It's the same now..."

Light silver light was injected into the white crystal stone, turning into flowing moonlight and mercury mixed together, slowly flowing on the ground along the lines of the magic circle. A faint white light flashed in the air in front of the temple and then disappeared. Sylvia stood in the center of the formation, neither sad nor happy, as if the prophecy that the light would fade did not come from her mouth.

"Is this... a barrier?" O'Brien had indeed barely interacted with the priest, so he could only guess.

"Yeah." Sylvia looked a little excited when she talked about this work. O'Brien even felt that she showed a small proud smile: "The light element can absorb and decompose other elements. This is why the priest is called the team nanny. The reason. The barrier I set up can absorb the surrounding elements and form a small elemental vacuum zone on the outside to prevent the spread of abyssal parasitism. At the same time, it will automatically launch a beam attack when it senses a dark creature approaching from the outside."

"Not bad!" The pastor was unusually excited.

O'Brien looked around. Well, he was indeed the only one. He had no choice but to pat her shoulder with the pastor's expectant smile: "Well done, pastor."

Sylvia smiled wider, but still tried to purse her lips to suppress her excitement. This was the first time O'Brien had seen the pastor's lady have such a big mood swing. In his eyes, Miss Priest was like a lily of the valley on a roadside twig, fresh, small and endearing, but also bland, a dull white under the deep blue of spring. But what he saw now... was the mutated lily of the valley that exploded.

After completing the magic circle, the two of them could only reluctantly return to the temple. Eugene could no longer curse. He was wrapped in a tattered priest's robe and lay there like a mummy. After all, he had offended all these people, and no one would be willing to give him a glass of water if his mouth was dry.

O'Brien chose a slightly cleaner corner and cleaned it briefly. At the same time, he took out Sylvia's priest's robe from under Eugene's head under Eugene's serious glare, shook it open, and hung it on the fire. Bake on the side.

Alvin next to him winked at him. O'Brien understood, tugged on the hem of Sylvia's clothes, and led the priest to a broken wall deep in the temple, where Arnold was already waiting.

"Eugene can't be left unattended." Alvin expressed the key point succinctly, "So tomorrow morning Arnold and I will go pick the mimetic letter flowers."

Ivan raised his hand to stop Sylvia's hesitation: "I know what you are thinking, Sylvia. No, I did not question your ability, let alone regard you as a burden. But Eugene must Someone is watching.”

"He is a priest. You know the power of a priest." He stared at Sylvia closely. The girl lowered her eyes and her expression became serious. "We need to know what he has experienced before. The word 'dragon' does not He said it simply, they must have encountered something. The only one who can make him let go of his guard is you, Sylvia, who is also a priest."

The agenda is over hastily, and Alvin and Arnold will rush to the nearby riverside at dawn tomorrow. Obulin will accompany Sylvia in the temple to guard the injured Eugene.

Although the arrangement was not as she expected, Sylvia did not show any signs of it on her face. Before leaving, she handed Alvin several scrolls: "This is the light circle I drew, which also has a certain effect on expelling abyssal parasites. .Don’t skimp on it when necessary.”

"Since I can't go with you to perform the duties of a priest, then at least let these scrolls protect you." She "looked" deeply at Alvin, "Don't let me down, let alone make me regret."

After the discussion, everyone split up to rest. O'Brien took the initiative to take charge of the vigil. His night vision is very good, so there is no need for him to sit in the entrance and blow the cold wind. After thinking about it, he chose to sit in the corner that had just been cleared.

Sylvia was lying there, covered with her own dried priest's robe. O'Brien's cloak was neatly folded and set aside. He is clearly different from her.

She is very strange.

O'Brien didn't want to think about a woman late at night, but he thought about her unconsciously.

She is kind, passionate, yet distant and cold, almost contradictory qualities blended into her. A good upbringing gave her the template to treat others with a polite smile, but her own heart was alienated from the world she could not see. She didn't care about the world as much as she said, but she was extremely happy with everything she had created.

Strange woman. O'Brien stood up and put the cloak on the sleeping priest. The ground was damp and cold, and it would definitely be uncomfortable with just a priest's robe as cushion... Don't let a cold tomorrow slow down his movements.

Alas, he is simply this lady's exclusive bodyguard during this trip, although she certainly won't be happy with this. O'Brien thought about it boredly, and after calculating the price he had quoted when he was killing people, stealing goods, and escorting people, he decided that he should raise his salary with Avent.