Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Silence was silent, he let go of his hand and took a half step back, looking at Lancelot's deep black pupils, "Is there anything you want to say to me, Mr. Lancelot."

In fact, when Seale realized that he liked Lancelot, he panicked.

Lancelot is like a machine without emotion, his gentleness and meticulousness are like products created according to the rules of stewardship.

He is a loyal and competent housekeeper, but as an object of admiration, he is so perfect that people feel distanced.

All of Lancelot's actions are serving Searle, but it is hard to figure out what he really wants.

Even when he no longer concealed the hostility between his brows and eyes, Syl felt that he was getting closer to him.At this moment, the familiar panic surged into his chest again, making Syl feel difficult to breathe.

"You still don't understand?" Searle took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "The important thing is not what I want to hear, but what you, Mr. Lancelot, really think."

"What's the point if you just say what I want to hear?"

"But—" Lancelot frowned, "My real idea is to satisfy Your Highness's wish."

Syl was stunned, "Why? Is this also the butler's self-cultivation?"

Lancelot shook his head, "It has nothing to do with identity, it's just to make the person you like happy."

"..."

long silence.

Amidst the rustling noises around, Syl could clearly hear her heartbeat, as if it was about to jump out of her chest, she was not reserved at all, it was so enthusiastic that it was about to burst into fireworks.

"Mr. Lancelot—like me?"

The flames outlined a few strands of hair hanging down from the man's handsome side face. The lines were gentle for no reason. He knelt on one knee on the ground, stroked Syl's face with his right hand, stared at him in this upward posture, and replied softly, " like."

Syl's crow-feather eyelashes fluttered slowly, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He was about to say something when a violent cough came from behind him.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Seeing that she had finally attracted the attention of the two, Melotti restrained her expression, "Well, let's go out and talk slowly if we have anything to say."

"Yeah." Nancy continued, "This place is dark, and monsters may appear at any time. Isn't it romantic to talk about love here?"

Only then did Syl realize belatedly that there were three other people watching.

The courage just now seemed to be emptied by a balloon that had been pierced. He took Lancelot's cold hand and burrowed into the depths of the darkness as if fleeing for his life.

After running far away, Syl remembered that the necromancer said that in a dark environment, the damage and critical strike rate of dungeon monsters will reach their peak. They are completely in the dark, which is equivalent to putting themselves in a dangerous situation.

But when he looked back, he could no longer find Melotti's flame.

The strange thing is that there seems to be a faint light refracted from the ground where he should not be able to see his fingers, so that he can barely see his surroundings.

"Kick-"

The cracking sound was like stepping on weathered bones.

Syl lowered his head and saw that there was indeed a skeleton lying under his feet. The part of the leg bone that he stepped on had been shattered into powder, and was taken away by the wind blowing from nowhere.

"Mr. Steward—" Searle subconsciously called Lancelot, but no one responded.

He looked up at the hand he was holding.

As cold as Lancelot...but only the bones of the hand.

Syl looked up slowly and saw a skeleton.

The reason why it is called a skeleton instead of a skeleton is because there is no soul fire in its eye sockets, it is empty and gray, as if under some kind of manipulation, the mandible opens and closes mechanically, and makes a sound: "Lovely child, you are finally here!" gone."

"..." Syl reflexively let go of that hand bone, frowned, and asked uncertainly, "Noah?"

"It's me." The skeleton let out a weird "giggle" laugh. "So smart, my successor."

"You..." Syl looked around, "Where did you get Mr. Housekeeper?"

"You mean Lancelot?" Skeleton ignored Searle's resistance and led him forward. "He signed a contract with me. Before the succession ceremony is completed, he cannot enter the inside of the magic circle."

"Inheritance ceremony?"

"Yes." The skeleton led Syl around the corner ahead, and a door full of strange runes appeared in front of him.

That shimmering light emanated from the veins of the spell on the door, and the dark purple star dots spread out, illuminating the road in front of the rune gate, which was covered with bones.

On the muddy, uneven road lay countless skeletons of various shapes, different from the undead people encountered before, their souls had long since disappeared, and they were completely dead.

"Don't you want to get the missing part of the Necronomicon? Walk through that door and inherit everything from me, lovely child."

Noah's tone was almost fanatical, coming from the mouth of a hollow skeleton. This scene only made people feel weird and chills down the spine.

Seeing the bones all over the ground in front of him, Syl frowned, "These people are..."

"Oh, just some insignificant experimental products." The skeleton spread his hands. "Of course, I must thank them for their contribution to the great necromancy."

Syl asked hesitantly, "You killed them?"

"No." Noah said, "The Holy See killed them."

"If it wasn't for the Holy See of the Holy Light to enforce the damned corpse destruction decree, how could I not find a suitable experimental product."

Lancelot said that no magic is absolutely evil.

But in a sense, necromancer magic is indeed the easiest way to lead people to a path of no return.

As the Necronomicon says, death is not the end, but a new beginning—but perhaps, an unfortunate beginning.

Necromancers deal with corpses, drive the dead, and extend their lives in another way... However, after a long time, they look down on death, ignore life, and fall into the abyss of necromantic magic.

Under the strict investigation by the Holy See of the Holy Light, Noah could not find enough corpses to carry out necromancy experiments, so...

He turned the entire town into corpses.

Syl clenched his fists tightly, and flames flickered in his eyes, "You said in the letter that this town will be destroyed..."

"I destroyed it myself." Noah "quack" laughed, "I used the corpse plague recorded in the Necronomicon."

"In less than half a month, all the people in the town turned into undead, undead driven by me. It's a pity—" Noah shook his head, "Their level is too low, and even ordinary humans may not be able to beat them , so I did a more meaningful thing with them."

"You have seen it from my memory, child." Noah said, "The power of the underground has been calling me. I found this dungeon and found the Necronomicon left by the alchemist here."

"I can feel that there is a more powerful force hidden deep in the ground, but there is always a certain force that blocks me, preventing me from digging down. But that is enough."

The skeleton walked forward, the knuckles of the hand bones traced the mysterious lines on the rune gate, and the tone was fanatical, "I discovered the magic that bestows eternal life in the Necronomicon."

"I sacrificed their soul fire and cast them into eternal souls."

"Eternal life—that is the highest pursuit of human beings."

"So far, only His Majesty the High Pope has done it in Losra."

The skeleton turned around and stretched out his right hand to Syl, "Come on, child, walk through this door, inherit everything from me, and gain eternal life—"

"No...no." Syl's fingers had been pinched until he lost consciousness. He finally regained the ability to control his body, and turned around to escape from this terrible place, but a familiar voice came from behind the door.

"Strange, where are Syl and Lancelot? Eloped?"

"Hey... what is this?"

"Hades! Don't move!"

However it was too late.

"Wow—"

Violent magic fluctuations gushed out like a gust of wind, and the rune door opened by itself, revealing the scene behind the door.

It was a room with four doors, and it was possible to enter this entrance from different directions of the dungeon.The outside is a huge magic circle, full of bones, and the location of the room is the eye of the circle.

There is a black wooden coffin in the center of the formation, and the seal above it has been broken.

The coffin rose from the ground, suspended in mid-air, with the lid open, and inside lay a dark soul.

Syl could vaguely recognize that it was Noah's face, but it was ferocious, obviously an evil spirit.

Hades was dazed holding the broken seal fragment, then carefully closed the coffin lid, and pasted the fragment back, fearing that it might not stick firmly, pressed hard twice.

"Idiot!" Melotti rolled her eyes angrily, "Do you think you can seal it again?"

"boom--"

The black wooden coffin exploded from the center, and the explosion blasted the three people around to the ground.

The black ghost rose from the debris of the coffin and rushed towards Syl.

"Gluck cluck-"

"It's finally time for you, my lovely successor."

"That guy Lancelot has already violated the contract once and sealed me here forcibly. Now he can't save you no matter what."

The evil spirit's black hands strangled Syl's neck, and countless memory fragments flashed in the crazy soul fluctuations.

The magic of immortality recorded in the Necronomicon requires the sacrifice of a large number of soul fires to destroy the caster's body and cast an immortal soul.

And in order to obtain true eternal life, one must find a body that can carry such a huge amount of energy.

As a spirit body, Noah was very restricted, so he sent inheritance letters to qualified people, leaving a cemetery where countless mysteries of necromantic magic were buried, and inviting the successors to sacrifice their bodies.

But Noah didn't expect that Lancelot would break the contract and forcibly seal himself in the coffin of the dungeon at the risk of backlash.

He could only mobilize his soul power to lure the successors, leading them to discover the code of necromancy, enter the dungeon, step into the magic circle that had been arranged, and even unseal the black wooden coffin with his own hands.

And Lancelot has already been backlashed by the contract once, and this time, no matter what, it is impossible to go against his will and enter the magic circle to save people.

Black energy kept pouring into Searle's body, and the clear eyes covered with crow feathers gradually lost their luster, and the pupils were empty.

"Tsk." The evil spirit's dark eyes lit up greedily. "I didn't expect this child to look thin, but there is such a huge amount of energy hidden in his body."

"Unfortunately, they are all mine now."

"Boom—" A red fire meteor passed through the spirit body and bombarded the ground, burning several bones to ashes.

But Noah was not affected in the slightest.

"Fire Mage?" He seemed amused, turned to Melotti and raised his eyebrows, "You are very strong, but unfortunately, elemental attacks other than holy light have no effect on spirit bodies."

"Maybe I can have a good fight with you after I occupy this child's cock."

As soon as the words fell, Hades jumped up high with one hand on the black wooden coffin board, and rushed towards Noah, but went straight through his spirit body, and threw himself into the mud.

"It's really troublesome." Noah frowned in disgust, and released a muddy black energy with one hand to wrap around the three of them, hanging them vertically upside down, and hanging above the formation's eye.

"Let go of Syl!" Melotti struggled hard, her eyes were stained with scarlet, "I'm going to fight with you!"

Noah ignored it, and just carried Searle to the center of the circle.

He stretched his other hand towards the side of Syl's neck, and suddenly a cold light shot from the slanting stab.

This time, Noah didn't let the attack pass through his body, but dodged aside fearfully.

With a very soft sound, the black leather boots landed on the ground of the magic circle engraved with runes.

The slender man picked up the ice sword and leaped forward. The blade pointed directly at Noah's throat. The movement was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it.

Noah raised Syl high in his hand and blocked it in front of him.

The ice sword barely hovered a few centimeters away from Searle's chest, and did not stab forward.

"Lancelot." Noah clamped down on Searle, thinking he was confident, and his tone was a bit teasing, "I didn't expect you to come."

He squinted at the blood oozing from the corner of Lancelot's pale lips, and smiled contemptuously, "Is it good to be bitten by the contract?"

"The life-long master-servant blood bond, even you, can't bear two backlashes, right?" Noah shook his head, and his long, sharp nails came around from behind, provoking Syl's chin, "I don't know what this child has. Especially, it's worth the risk."

"However... I can feel that his flesh.body is really delicious."

The pitch-black spirit stretched out its tongue and licked its lips, provoking viciously.

Based on what Noah has known about Lancelot for many years, this is a cold-blooded devil, so he directly ruled out the possibility of emotions, and guessed to himself, "Could it be that you also covet this child's body?"

"..."

Lancelot was silent for a moment, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and nodded.

"Oh." Noah sneered.

The moment he relaxed, a short blade condensed with ice elements rose behind the spirit body, and several sharp cold lights flashed across, drawing a network of dark blue thin lines in the air.

The pitch-black evil spirit was cut into turbid soul fragments.

Lancelot stepped forward to hug Searle horizontally, waved the ice sword carelessly to cut off the black energy suspended in the air, and the other three fell from the sky.

Searle usually looks like he doesn't have enough sleep, and now his whole face is even less bloody, his eyelids are closed, his eyelashes cast a thick black shadow, and his lips have turned a dull gray-purple.

Noah's soul fragments were gathering at a rapid rate, and Lancelot only took a look at it before handing Searle into Nancy's hands.

"Take Your Highness out, leave here, the farther the better."

Noah's soul is made of countless soul fire sacrifices, and it is immortal. Even Lancelot's attack can only cause temporary damage, and the opponent will make a comeback soon.

He had to stay here to restrain them, otherwise he could catch up with Nancy and the others in the blink of an eye with the ability of Noah's spirit body that unsealed the seal.

Nancy noticed that Lancelot's skin had veins showing lines, and it kept stretching outwards, as if it might burst at any time. It was probably the backlash that Noah mentioned, "Can you hold it?"

"I'm fine, take Your Highness away." As soon as Lancelot finished speaking, blood gushed out from the corner of his lips, dripped down his pale skin, got into the collar of his white shirt, and spread a large amount of blood.

"..."

"It's all right!" Hades jumped up, grabbed Lancelot and wanted to take him away.

Noah's spiritual body recovered faster than Lancelot expected, and the turbid black mist chased the five people from behind.

Because of the existence of the Blood Pact, as long as he violated Noah's will, Lancelot would suffer backlash, and this backlash had been suppressed to the point that he could not control his body, and could only be dragged away passively by Hades.

Nancy turned back into her real body and carried Searle and Melotti, flapping the dragon wings at high speed to run faster.

Melotti looked back from his back, only to see at the end of the narrow corridor, a black spot rapidly enlarged in the dim light of the dark purple runes, and it caught up to him in a blink of an eye.

Shadows shrouded their feet, and from the turbid black pool, a ferocious claw protruded, dragging Nancy down from midair, and Hades' legs were nearly half-engulfed by the black mist, and he could no longer move.

Human magic element attacks were ineffective against Noah, and Lancelot, who had the strongest combat power, was suppressed by the contract, and even the flames of Ash Rose were swallowed by darkness.

"Giggle——" Noah let out a weird laugh, and the dark spirit circled around the five people in mid-air, appreciating their fear like a cat playing with a mouse.

"You can't run away." He stretched out his long sharp nails and stroked Melotti's face, "Such a beautiful flame mage, I will definitely refine you into the most powerful necromancer..."

In Noah's plan, after gaining true immortality, he will build his own army of dead souls and conquer the entire Losra continent.

Nancy in dragon form let out an angry roar, which attracted Noah's attention, "Dragon?"

He floated forward and stroked Nancy's armor, "I thought the dragon race had long been extinct, but it's a pity that it's still a young dragon...don't worry, I won't kill you so quickly, when you become a real dragon, I will refine you into a bone dragon and use it as my mount."

"And you..." He circled around Hades, shaking his head in disappointment, "What are you?"

Hades was very angry: "My uncle is the leader of a secret organization! Calling any younger brother can kill you!"

"Tsk." There was a little pity in Noah's dark eyes, as if to say, "What a nice guy, but what a fool."

In the dark corner where no one was paying attention, the thin boy who had already been unconscious moved his fingers slightly.

Noah noticed the movement and turned to look at Searle.

In sight, the boy stood up unsteadily.

With his disheveled wool curls on his head, he slowly raised his face—the eyelids were still closed, expressionless.

Noah suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he quickly swept towards that end wrapped in a turbid black mist.

However it was too late.

An invisible barrier protected Syl and kept Noah out.

The boy was wearing a well-fitting white shirt, with a slender calf exposed under the hem of black trousers, and Martin boots. It looked like a gust of wind could blow him away, but no matter how madly Noah attacked, he couldn't break through the barrier around him.

Looking at it from the perspective of Hades, you can see that the barrier is divided into two hemispheres with Syl as the center, with black and white light faintly flowing.

Syl still had his eyes closed, as if he was sleepwalking, with his right hand stretched out behind his neck, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, he slowly pulled out a sword from behind.

The sword is as slender as his figure, but the blade is straight and slender. The left half is extremely deep black, which seems to be sucked in at a glance, and the right half is white without any impurities.

The clear white light gradually spread as the sword was pulled out, until it illuminated the entire dungeon, and even the black mist created by Noah was also dispelled.

The hilt of the sword is a black mirror-like gemstone, with dark blue and grayish blue luster flowing in it - the same color as Lancelot's pupils.

Syl held the hilt of the sword with his fingers, and the sharpness of the blade soared. The white half ignited a few feet high flame, which penetrated the barrier and burned Noah's spirit body. The large black area was immediately purified, and there was no sign of regeneration.

Noah screamed and ran away, dragging his broken spirit body into the darkness.

Syl took half a step forward, pointing forward with the tip of the sword in his right hand lightly, "Judgment."

Pure white flames swept across the entire corridor like a prairie fire, easily catching up to Noah.

The evil spirit was shrouded in purified white light, and burned into ashes amidst screams.

Before he died, Noah's eyes were full of astonishment, panic and disbelief. The eternal life he obtained by sacrificing countless soul fires, which even Lancelot could not decipher, was easily erased by this boy.

Erase completely from this world.

After the evil spirit disappeared, the flames gradually went out, everything returned to calm, and the surroundings became dark again.

The flames of the Ember Rose ignited, and Melotti walked towards Searle, only to find that he was lethargic again.

"Your Highness..."

The contract object disappeared, and Lancelot was no longer subject to backlash. He took out a square towel to wipe off the blood on his body, and then walked over to pick up Searle.

"What are you doing? Let him go!" Hades jumped up from the side.

Lancelot hadn't fully recovered yet, so he snatched Searle away without paying attention.

This jolt woke Syl up. He rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at everything around him.

Seeing Melotti and Nancy looking at him with strange eyes, Searle was a little confused, "What happened? Where's Noah?"

Hades stared at him with the exposed right eye, "Didn't I let you kill it?"

"Me?" Syl was even more confused.

"Ham, don't worry about this." Hades glanced at Lancelot warily, and beckoned to Syl for him to come over. "I'll tell you something."

Syl cooperated and leaned over, and heard Hades whispering loudly in his ear, "Lancelot is greedy for you!"

Searle: "..."

Lancelot: "..."