Blooming Tower of the West Wind

Tius jumped up and hung from the doorknob, opening the door against his own thirty pounds.

He hoisted up the second mage. These battle mages are all pretty good in physical fitness, at least much better than the old scholars in the tower. The male demon carried his master while others climbed up from the rope. The group finally entered the high tower in the desert.

This is a very mysterious place to the people on the whole continent, the high tower in the desert, the residence of the powerful flower of the high mountain, there are various legends about Aime Cortes, but none of them match Match here.

It looks very cozy here.

"Intruder...invader..." The flame suddenly ignited, and the chef in the fireplace came to life, half of its armor was missing, and the molten core was exposed, emitting a crimson light.

"Hey, hey! Elvis! It's like this, how about putting away your flames first? This is Diego Xijun, the brother of the archmage, do you remember? The one who often appears in letters ? His daughter and the little lady are classmates? Let's see what happened here."

"..." The Fire Lord was so weak that he didn't want to speak, he shrank into a ball and hid in the fireplace in a gloomy state.Tius bouncing and pawing Virgil until Virgil took out his dry food and shared it with it.

Tius was very enthusiastic when he was full. Although he couldn't speak, he led them downstairs to the library lively.

The terrible damage to the library frightened everyone. There was a deep plow mark on the ground, as if a huge creature had scratched it with its claws. Traces of melting, traces of melting, one of the tables was directly broken, the bookshelves fell to the ground, and books fell everywhere. Hearing someone walk in, these books were awakened, and flew around like moths for a while, and then slowly Falling.

The two inspectors walked near the surviving magic circle, lifted the covers of the faces of the two strange corpses, and showed disgusted expressions.

On the contrary, both Diego and Virgil breathed a sigh of relief, which is great.

"It's a shadow spell. I'm afraid the Archmage is indeed a victim. There was a terrible battle here."

"Reeves, come with me to see the portal." Diego called a member of the team, walked towards the broken portal, illuminated it with lighting, and asked, "Um...in order to prevent the archmage from What are the chances of escaping and smashing the portal?"

Rivers said: "It's hard to say, what if the other party likes to use brute force...Huh? Coordinate...Δ? This door leads to..."

Diego turned around and asked, "The audience hall?"

Virgil ran over at this moment and said, "How? You guys can put it back together, right? Then we can go back to eat from here, right??"

"No, of course not, the door has been altered."

"...Changed?"

"After changing the coordinates, it doesn't match the original door, so we can't go back." In other words, we have to turn it upside down again?Virgil almost fainted, which was not the same as what was said!

But he still asked optimistically: "Can you change it back?"

"No, we have to use mountain giants to carry them back. These are evidences and must be brought back." Diego raised his head happily, "I must say that so far, the evidence is in favor of Hipper."

Virgil was literally going to faint.

When Hipper woke up from a faint, her head hurt like it was about to split open. She felt a hand and immediately grabbed it, "Theron!"

"you're awake?"

Hipper opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and it took him a while to return to normal.The man in front with a red hat and white robe and a hammer was familiar to her, but she couldn't remember it at all.

"Can't remember who I am? I'm Raphael. I sat in front of you in junior school, remember?" The priest who called himself Raphael put down the hammer and motioned to the two people next to him The pastor put down her staff.The staff was hidden behind in embarrassment, and the two priests looked aside.

The old mage hadn't figured out what was going on, "Raphael?! Of course I remember, you... have matured a lot." This is of course a euphemism.

Raphael laughed loudly: "It's a lot older, not like you!"

"where am I?"

"Saint Terence."

"I'm still alive, how am I? Amputation? What about my body? Is it still there? Or is it just the head?"

Rafael smiled, "You are still holding me, your body is still in good condition, no amputation, very complete, we soaked you in holy water for two days, and washed away all the dead air, and the three choirs took turns You sing, and all the female priests in the city are lined up to exorcise you. Thank you Father of Mercy, if you're too late, you're doomed."

"Well...very good, I feel good too, where's Theron?"

Raphael's expression was a little hesitant, "She's... next door."

Hipper lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and ran out barefoot. The pastor next to her hurriedly followed her out. Outside stood a row of heavily armed paladins. When they saw the archmage rushing out, all of them were holding axes and spears. Surrounded.

Some even started chanting "Exorcism," and the lady pastor rushed to the rescue, making them all back and twist.

"Cough," she coughed awkwardly, and put a robe on Hipper, "I hope you understand everyone's reaction, after all, you may not be able to recover."

Hipper smiled, and now she has no time to worry about other things. Theron's room was closed but unlocked. She pushed it open carefully. There was no one else in it, only Theron was lying quietly on his back, his eyes peacefully Closed, hands folded on abdomen.His face was pale, and his lips were pale.

I used to kiss there...

Seeing her, Hipper suddenly had a flash of worry in her heart, and rushed to the bedside and grabbed her wrist.

Fortunately, there is still a pulse.

The pastor came in after her and said in a low voice: "She has exhausted her mana and has been falling asleep. I suggest you not to disturb her. It is better to eat something by yourself first."

"Is... is she really all right? Didn't suffer from any bad spells? No... No other problems?"

"She was corroded a little because of direct contact with you, but we have already dealt with it," Miss Pastor replied cautiously, "but some minor inspection items must be waited for after the person wakes up, I can only talk to you Make sure her life is not threatened."

Hipper walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, watching her quietly.

She herself was very weak, and she felt that she couldn't bear the physical strength at such a short distance. Even sitting by the bed became a very tiring job, and she just wanted to find a comfortable place to lie down.

But the dignity of the old-school mage was still there, and she couldn't lie down in front of so many people, let alone beside Theron.

Is she tired too?The mana must have been completely exhausted, the pale color crowded out the healthy pink, and the lips were dry and white. There was a glass of water by the table, but it never moved.

Hipper stretched out a hand, and gently touched Theron's face with the back of his fingers reservedly.

Fortunately, it is hot, breathing is smooth, and the skin is soft and elastic, but...the lips are too dry.

These lips...the ones she kissed were supposed to be soft and moist, with a mysterious sweetness...Her hands slowly passed over Theron's cheeks, her fingertips were still stuck to her face, longing for that Burning to the touch.

"Theron..."

The archmage's fingertips overflowed with gleam, and water vapor gathered at the fingertips. Her thumb lightly brushed the chapped lips of the little apprentice, and grains of dew squeezed into the gap between the two of them.

Finally...not so ugly.

She pursed her lips, sighed deeply, and left the room with the priest's support.

Priest Raphael stood at the door waiting for her, and said kindly: "You need to eat, my friend, and then the people from the Supervisory Committee will come to ask you questions."

Hipper turned his head in surprise, Raphael shrugged and said, "Do you still remember that you were corrupted by shadows? Your statue is broken."

She went back to her hospital bed and lay down, Raphael lingered, Hipper had to ask: "Is there anything else you want, Raphael?"

"Of course... I don't know if it's appropriate to ask. You know, this is the audience hall, the Holy See. No one can suddenly appear at the 'origin'. The temple wants to know how you got there."

Hipper was silent for a moment, and said, "Theron modified the portal at home."

"Theron?"

"My...apprentice."

"and then?"

"In principle," Hipper raised his head, closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, "we 'punctured' the one-way door. But I have no memory of what happened next."

"'breakdown'?"

Hipper looked at him and said cautiously: "I think you should find someone who knows a little bit of space magic to talk to me about this matter, if you are willing to continue the discussion."

Raphael touched his nose.

Hipper was indeed very careful not to continue talking. Raphael once locked Theron in the ruins of the underground temple, which she did not forget.But obviously he didn't know what Theron had to do with the "Ketler Element Riot" that year.

The scent came quickly, and a nun brought a small table and placed it in front of Hipper, allowing her to eat well while lying down. In this regard, the service of the temple is not bad.

"I hope you can understand that the temple is a place of penance, so the food is very simple, but you can't find anything better for a while. The current pope is... a 'really' person."

The clothes of the priests are still made of wool, and the colors are limited to black and white. Only priests of Raphael's level have the right to embroider with gold thread, and some sacred spells are embroidered on the clothes. The whole body is pure white, and the nuns are also dressed in black.According to this level of simplicity, the food in front of me is quite rich.

A piece of blanched green vegetables, half of the tomato sauce poured on the rice, boiled peas, carrots and minced meat, which is quite thick, and a small dish of mashed potatoes is placed beside it.

Seems like a stripped-down researcher's lunch, "I understand."

There have been several periods in history where the life of the temple was very luxurious and depraved. The priests wore woolen or cotton robes outside because of the regulations of the scriptures, but they wore silk inside. The houses they lived in were dilapidated. It is unbearable, but the inside is resplendent and resplendent. They eat with goldware or precious ceramics. The vessels are filled with rich and delicate food, and the ingredients are rare and hard to obtain, such as peacock's tongue.

But the current pope seems to have curbed this bad trend very well. The temple is really simple, and Raphael didn't wear silk and satin under his woolen coat.

"This is already the standard of a cardinal priest." He is a cardinal priest himself. "If you still can't get used to it, I'm afraid you won't be able to find something delicious within a hundred miles of Saint Terences."

The author has something to say: I'm still cowardly, and I'll be cowardly for a long time, so just touch your ass.