His Highness the Son moves the cat online

"Mr. Wood." Facing this high-status knight commander, Wu Meiren was not at all timid, and even tilted her head in a good mood and asked, "Why are you here?"

"The Pope asked me to accept your learning results." Wood squinted his eyes and looked at the witch beauty, and said with satisfaction under the other's calm and calm eyes: "How is the use of ice magic?"

"It's okay." Wu Meiren stretched out her hand and lifted Ergou who was lying on his shoulder covered in hairy hair, and put the struggling Ergou under a tree not far away, then reached out and took off the mask she had been covering all this time. A tight cloak.

The long black hair fell behind Wu Meiren, accompanied by the night wind, a few strands of hair that broke free from the shackles fluttered gently in the air. Wu Meiren has a typical oriental appearance, and her long crow-colored hair is not only unobtrusive, even in the night. There is a hint of mystery and confusion in it.

Even Wood, the steadfast knight commander, had to admire the other party's good looks from the bottom of his heart. If he wanted to seduce the sea monster who was lost in the sailors in the sea, he might not be as seductive as the young man in front of him.

However, the mission of the Pope still needs to be completed. Wood pulled out the saber from his waist, made a knightly salute and said, "Your Excellency, please."

The witch beauty nodded lightly, and slowly raised the palm of her right hand. As a chilly mist rose, the witch beauty was gradually covered by chains of ice.

Wood looked at him and couldn't help frowning and asked, "You don't use a staff?"

"No need." Wu Meiren said lightly: "Mr. Wood, I offended you."

After finishing speaking, the chains surrounding the witch beauty rushed towards Wood's direction as if ordered. Wood stretched out his hand to avoid the chain's attack nimbly, and ran towards the witch beauty in search of an opportunity. On the ground where the chains were inserted, a layer of frost was condensed.

He slashed at the oncoming chain with a sword, and seeing the ice chain broken into pieces inch by inch, Wood shook his head and said, "If I had a magic staff, my sword might not be enough to break it. "

"Mr. Wood, I don't need a staff. This will form a kind of dependence." The witch beauty took a step back and said slowly: "The reason why magicians need staffs is because they can maximize their magic power. , but once the blessing of the staff is removed, the mage will become the easiest target to attack."

"A magician should use a staff. If you don't use a staff, you might as well be a warrior." Mr. Wood raised the saber in his hand: "You will soon find that as a magician, you will never have the same strong physical strength as me." Physical fitness and fighting skills."

Following Wood's words, the Witch Beauty quickly blocked the chains in front of her, forming barriers that could be attacked and defended, but as Wood's saber slashed, the chains turned into pieces and dissipated in the air. in the air.

Just when Wood was about to smash the barrier made up of the last chain, the witch beauty suddenly raised one corner of her mouth and whispered: "Mr. Wood, you are careless."

At the same moment, several chains shrouded in cold air burst out from the ground. They quickly and ruthlessly entangled Wood's limbs and waist. The witch beauty waved her right arm in the air, and Wood's waist quickly tied A thin layer of ice.

A trace of surprise flashed in Wood's eyes, and then he praised: "Yes, I didn't expect you to set a trap to lure me in."

The witch beauty nodded lightly, but Wood turned the subject and said with a light smile: "But it's a pity, as knights... Imprisonment is the last thing that can stop their pace and will to move forward."

As Wood said, the chains wrapped around his limbs and the ice covering his legs instantly exploded into pieces. The witch beauty had known this would happen, so she had to take a few steps back and whispered: "I never... Became a magician."

Wood didn't know what he meant, so he brushed the sword in his hand across the strand of black hair next to the witch beauty's cheek, and saw that the magician who was supposed to be powerless suddenly avoided his attack with a short body, and then A side kick landed on his stomach.

Unexpectedly, Wu Meiren would be so good at martial arts, Wood took a few steps back, and couldn't help looking seriously at the young man who was posing an attack not far away, and asked, "You know physical skills?"

"My physical skill can only be regarded as a classmate's axe in front of the knight commander, but if I meet a fighter of the same level... I don't have a staff and magic, so I don't necessarily lose."

Wood was silent for a moment when he heard the words, but finally he sighed and asked: "You... are you blaming the Pope, right? The Temple of Light did not teach you knowledge and magic... and techniques to protect yourself, but Wu, the Pope is so stupid. I haven't been harsh on you for many years."

"That's because I still have value." The witch beauty looked at Wood with an indifferent expression: "Mr. Knight Commander, I know that you have always upheld the spirit of chivalry, so I want to ask you, when the Pope ordered you to lock me up in Orr What did you think when you were in the forest on the mainland?"

Wood frowned tightly, and it took a long time before he answered: "I also mentioned this matter to the Pope, but you should know, this is not the decision of the Pope alone."

"I was imprisoned in an ancient castle in the forest from the time I was three years old until I was ten years old...Mr. Wood, you appeared." The witch beauty said indifferently: "I thought I would be free, but in the end I was imprisoned in another place That's all...Mr. Wood, I've always felt that if the Temple of Light simply gave up on me, I'm afraid I'd still be grateful to it."

Wood stopped talking, and in the end he could only perform a knight salute and said: "Maybe this is torture and imprisonment for you, but for the Temple of Light, if you can understand what the temple is doing, this will become a place in the future. Your glory."

The witch beauty almost laughed out of anger, took a few deep breaths, and finally turned around and waved her hands and said, "Mr. Wood, you have worked so hard to come all the way here. You should go back to the Auer continent earlier."

"I'm sorry, Wu, I haven't completed the task assigned by His Excellency the Pope."

It was too late when Wu Meiren realized something was wrong, and with the sound of breaking wind and a sharp cat meowing in her ear, Wu Meiren only felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder.

When Wood pulled out the saber from behind his shoulder, Wu Meiren only felt a burst of blackness in front of her eyes, and her feet became unsteady and she knelt down directly.

"You..." The witch beauty gritted her teeth and turned her head. Ergou had already galloped over from a distance and was standing behind him covered in fur. Wood inserted the bloody saber into the scabbard and bowed: "My mission is completed. Wu, please don't blame His Holiness the Pope, His Excellency is also unavoidable."

"Why... don't you just kill me with a sword?" Wu Meiren stared at the expressionless Wood and asked coldly, "Since you have already planned to give up, why don't you cut the weeds and root them out?"

"Because the new Holy Son from the Temple of Light, his source of light is not very stable." Wood turned and walked away: "So, unless it is a last resort, you can't die."

Wu Meiren clenched her left fist tightly, noticing that Wood's aura had completely disappeared, Er Gou anxiously walked back and forth beside Wu Meiren, barking softly, sniffing the bloody smell in the air, Er Gou's throat let out a burst of A low growl.

"It's okay..." Wu Meiren stretched out her right hand, which was not stained with blood, and rubbed Er Gou's head: "I can't die, it's just... a little painful."

Stabbing in the back or something like this is simply tarnishing her so-called chivalry. The witch beauty gritted her teeth and stared at the direction Wood left, thinking bitterly, one day, he will definitely avenge this sword!

"Okay, Ergou, let's go back." Wu Meiren managed to force out a smile: "But you have to be quiet, don't be discovered by anyone."

Ergou's blue eyes were shrouded in a layer of haze like a deep sea containing a storm. Seeing the witch and beauty standing up tremblingly and walking towards the dormitory, Ergou finally shook his tail to suppress the tyranny in his heart followed.

Arriving at the dormitory, Wu Meiren gasped and slid directly on the ground, reached out and threw the blood-stained cloak aside, Wu Meiren gritted her teeth and tore off the innermost shirt.

Wood's sword has the magic elements left over from the Temple of Light... Therefore, even if the wound is treated with light magic, it may take a period of time to fully recover.

The palm gathered a group of magic power exuding soft light, and the witch beauty covered the wound and waited for it to heal. During this period, Ergou kept pacing back and forth in front of him, and from time to time, it let out a feline low roar.

Only when the wound stopped bleeding, Wumeiren let out a sigh of relief and relaxed her tense body. Looking down at Ergou, whose eyes were full of worry, Wumeiren slightly raised the corners of her pale mouth, and stretched out her hand to touch it. He touched its head and said softly, "It's all right, don't be afraid."

"Meow..." Er Gou rubbed his palm and let out a soft cry. Looking at Wu Meiren's pale face, Er Gou stretched out his front paw to rest on his chin, then moved his hairy head forward to lick him. Pale lips without blood.

"Okay, Ergou, it's very itchy." Wu Meiren tilted her head slightly, and slowly sat down on the bed with her left shoulder pressed. Wu Meiren's eyes darkened, and she took out a book from the low table beside her and slowly spread it out. , that was the book he borrowed from the library... about the abyssal demons.

Now that he is injured and can't use magic for a short time, Wu Meiren simply read a book to pass the time, put Ergou in his hand, Wu Meiren took out a physical recovery potion from the drawer and drank it, leaning on the back pad behind him to pant After taking a breath, Wu Meiren felt that she had recovered a little.

Thinking of the new "Master Son of God" that Wood said, Wu Meiren frowned slightly and turned over a page of the book and read it carefully. It is reasonable to say that two sources of light will not appear at the same time.

Even if there are two sources of light, the weak one will be swallowed or dissipated by the strong one sooner or later.

And the monsters of the abyss are also the same. The monsters that can become the devil also have the source of darkness in their bodies. If they encounter other sources of darkness, the stronger one will swallow the weaker one according to instinct.

By the way, who is the current devil king of the abyss?

The witch beauty frowned, and the palms of the hands holding the book were a little sweaty. I wonder if it was because of the source of light in his body that he subconsciously developed a full interest in and curiosity about the monsters of the abyss. This idea of ​​wanting to understand the source of darkness It occupied his mind for a moment.

"Meow!"

"Hmm." The witch beauty lowered her head abruptly, took a quick breath, and then raised her head to look at Ergou, who was covered in fur on his chest. He was still holding a book about abyssal monsters tightly in his hand.

On the page that was opened, there was a half-length portrait drawn. The monster on it had long dark purple curly hair, his face was pale and the corners of his eyes were covered with fine lines.

The witch beauty cast her eyes on a line of small characters under the portrait—the demon king: Reza Carter, current status: unknown, residence: Abyss Berthays Palace, reign time: 45 years.