Silver Blade and Rose

"So this counts as a racial test? But I'm not a demon, at best I can be considered a somewhat related human being." Zales asked.

"You understand well, that's what it means." Elvins nodded slightly, "Strictly speaking, it's a defensive spell. There are magic circles at all entrances to hell. If the intruders don't meet the conditions, they will was turned away."

In the legend of Frasha's envoy to hell, the black sea of ​​flames cast by the Lord of Hell is actually the embodiment of great magic, and the reason why he can pass through the sea of ​​flames without incident is because the cloak has the ability of "assimilation".Strictly speaking, this is an illusion, it only deceives cognition without changing the essence of things, but it is powerful enough to deceive even the king of hell, until Frieza stepped under his throne, Only then did he realize that his countless eyes had been fooled.

According to Seitana, before they followed Herlett to leave the white land, Friesa's soul weapon hadn't taken shape yet, and it should be after that that he decided to make the cloak.After learning this, even he couldn't help feeling that Friesa had the courage to use his original power to make such a "weapon", so to speak, he was desperate to go to hell.

"So why can't he do it?" Grant was puzzled.

Elvins glanced at him: "Are you also Edwin's contractor?"

Because of the presence of outsiders, he called Edwin by his pseudonym very thoughtfully.

Grant shook his head reflexively, before realizing what he meant, he turned to look at Zals: "Contract?"

"... There was an accident, that's it anyway." Zars touched his nose, affirming Elvins' statement.

"It's nothing to do with that." I couldn't listen anymore, Edwin joined their chaotic conversation, "He touched Fraisa's meteor box when he was a child, and got a little power left in it, so this cloak will respond he."

Grant felt that the matter had developed beyond imagination before he knew it, rubbed his forehead and decided to give up asking what level the relationship between them had reached, and tried to bring the topic back on track: "So you want Zals to use this Take me to hell? I'm already a dead man, but he is a real human being, and he may not come back after he goes."

"I have other things to do," Edwin said.

Of course he would not bring Grant in himself, not only would he not do so, but he would also take advantage of the chaos to do something else while he was in Unsastar's territory.

"The entrance to hell is not limited to this protective measure. There are also three-headed dogs, cyclops and other guardians. But if you plan to enter through the 'door', you don't have to worry about these." Elvins observed the situation and continued immediately, " You only need to fool the black flames on the periphery, and you can sneak into hell without being discovered."

"Will you?" Grant asked Zales.

Although he has only been to hell through the "gate" once, he really doesn't have a good impression - it is full of lava and scorched earth, all kinds of things that want his life, and occasionally encounters difficult guys.The last time he was unlucky, he met Fendeye who sensed his aura and wanted to leave hell. Not only did he fall into a hard fight, he also threw his life there.As an outsider, there was no need for Zars to risk taking him in such a place.

Having said all this, Zars said helplessly, "If I don't want to, will I still sit here and continue listening?"

Although Grant had betrayed the others in No. 179, he opened the "door" privately, and caused a lot of trouble. He asked Munn and Hannah to deal with the aftermath for him, and even got Edwin involved in the war led by Unsastre. In the hearing... But to be honest, he thought it was cool in a way to be so desperate to save his loved ones.

And he's not selfish.The last time Edwin brought him to the place where he was born, Zars only saw the endless silver desert. He also wanted to see other places, understand what Edwin experienced after leaving the Sombra Palace, and wanted to...

I also want to help him as much as I can.Zals thought.

He also knew that his thoughts were a bit out of his control, but since there was something he could do, he was still happy to help.

"This is different from the painless tasks sent by the association. If you are not careful, you will die." Grant emphasized.

He had been making various attempts before, wanting to cut into No. 179 from Zals, looking for an opportunity to break through the "door" again, but now he really got the promise to take him in, but it was implemented by Zars, a novice.He really couldn't figure out what Edwin meant. He seemed to attach great importance to this new assistant, but he wanted him to die?

He couldn't help but glanced at Edwin who was sitting on the other side. The latter had a normal expression and was listening to Elvins whispering something in his ear.It seemed that he had already decided on this matter, and no one else had any opinions, including Zars, whose fate was decided.

Zals smiled and said to him: "I have escaped from the hands of Unsastre once, and I believe there will be a second time."

Grant hesitated to speak, he had a lot to say, but finally swallowed them all, and accepted the arrangement.

"Well, since you insist, I won't object any more."

The matter was settled in this way, and Munn packed up an empty room downstairs for Grant to stay for a few days, Zals went upstairs with Edwin, and opened the door to go back to his own. room, but heard Edwin say at the end of the corridor: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

He turned his head and met Edwin's gaze.

"Yes, there is," Zales whispered, "but if you don't want to say it, then forget it."

"You didn't even ask, so you knew I didn't want to say it?"

Zars was a little helpless, and changed his words: "Then why did you suddenly decide to let me use Fraisa's relic to take Grant to hell?"

Edwin stood at the end of the corridor and watched him. After a while, he slowly said, "That's not what you want to ask."

"..."

Reading minds at such a time is really against the rules of the game.

Zals and him stared at each other for a while, and finally raised his hand in surrender: "I want to know what you are going to do when Grant troubles Unsastre."

That's enough, I can know what he's thinking without having to ask, why do I have to force him to ask?

Edwin didn't answer his question immediately, but stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of his room, made an inviting gesture, and walked in first.

Zars hesitated, but followed.

He closed the door behind his back, still holding Fraisa's cloak in his hand, hanging it on the coat rack by the door, waiting for Edwin to explain to himself.

It happened so suddenly, one second he was still wandering about the seemingly unintentional words of the other party, and the next second he was pulled back to reality by the choice he was about to face. Zars felt that he would no longer be surprised by why .

Edwin stood by the bed, slowly unbuttoned his coat, took it off and threw it on the bed, and walked towards him wearing only a thin knitted sweater, turning his hands in front of the reflexively stiff Zars , took off the cloak he just hung up.

"I need someone to distract Unsarster. It just so happens that Grant wants to save his father from Onsarst. We each get what we need, but he doesn't know what I'm going to do during this time." As Edwin said, he walked towards the table where he usually drank tea, and spread out the cloak on it, "Ivan can't use this thing, so I can only let you take the risk."

"You know that's not what I care about," Zales said.

"I know."

Edwin said something reassuring, and then "Death Star" suddenly appeared in his hand, and he waved it towards the cloak on the table.

After a loud "bang", the cloak was safe and the table collapsed.

Zars was stunned, watching him pick up the cloak from the wreckage with his sword, and asked slowly, "Are you going to destroy it?"

"No, I just want to see if it can be divided into two halves." Edwin put away the sword and threw the cloak back to him, "Hold it, and be careful."

Zals caught the cloak he threw over, saw the silver light belonging to the Death Star disappear in his palm, and said, "You haven't told me the answer yet."

Kukuru rolled over and bounced around to clean up the remains of the table on the ground. Edwin stepped back half a step to make room for it, and said casually, "I'm going to the throne to ask the Lord of Hell for something."