Abduct the Necromancer

night.

The knight who was walking at the back stopped and looked at the garden suspiciously.

"What's the matter?" His companion cast a questioning look at him.

"It seems... Uh, maybe I was wrong." The knight scratched his head and hurriedly followed the patrol team.

After the knights left, a gray shadow flickered among the shadows of the trees, and flew towards the tall milky white building in the night without making a sound.

Gray Shadow quickly came to the milky white building, but a transparent barrier blocked him outside.

Under the faint moonlight, the gray-robed man stood in front of the barrier and looked up at the two large characters on the building: Divine Language.

As if confirming that this was his destination, he took out a white stone and pasted it on the barrier, and silently recited an obscure incantation. The air in front of him suddenly stirred up waves, and before anyone could notice, he had slipped into the Enchantment.

The gray-robed man ran up the stairs without hesitation, the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor. When he came to the fourth floor, he encountered a barrier blocking his way. Just like when he came in, he pasted the white stone on the barrier again. In the world, white light flickered, and the barrier opened.

Then all the way up, his footsteps stopped slightly on the seventh floor, and he glanced at the lobby on the seventh floor, and found that the rows of huge bookshelves seemed to extend to the deepest part of the hall without end, hidden in the darkness.The gray-robed man seemed to have thought of something, turned around and set foot on the stairs leading to the eighth floor again.

There were countless huge bookshelves on the eighth floor as well. The gray-robed man pulled out a short staff about one arm long from his sleeve and lifted it up slightly. The top of the staff immediately emitted a faint white light.He came to the bookshelf and looked at the books with the dim light of the staff.

Rows, columns, rows.The man in the gray robe didn't miss any of them, even if it was a thin booklet without a spine, he would take a look at it.But he still didn't seem to find what he needed, flipped through countless books, and finally put them all back.

"Why not..." the gray-robed man murmured inexplicably.

Just as he was about to walk towards the next row of bookshelves, a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and then his neck felt cold, and a slightly playful low male voice came from behind, "Nothing?"

The gray-robed man looked down at the long sword on his neck. The water-like light on the sword showed that it was a sharp blade that cut iron like mud.

With a dry throat, the gray-robed man swallowed with difficulty, his eyes rolled restlessly, trying to find a way to escape.But the long sword rested firmly on his neck, not giving him any chance.

"Turn around," the man ordered, "Who are you? What are you doing here? Turn around!"

The deep voice suddenly became severe, and the long sword pressed red marks on his neck.

Hearing the killing intent in the man's words, the gray-robed man could only slowly turn his body until he faced the man even though he was unwilling.He hid in the shadow of the robe and hat and looked at the opponent secretly. The man was a full head taller than him, which made him dare not raise his head to examine the appearance of the opponent rashly, but he could see the well-proportioned muscles wrapped under the strong clothes of the opponent's warrior, This makes the person in front of him appear to be physically strong.

The gray-robed man secretly groaned, at such a close distance, his thin body couldn't resist this tall, muscular man at all.

The man glanced at his staff, and said in a steady and cold tone, "Necromancer?"

The gray-robed man lowered his head and dared not make a sound.

The man didn't attack right away, but just looked at him for a while and asked, "What are you, a necromancer, doing in the library of the Holy See?"

The gray-robed man remained silent.

The man asked again: "You know the way to pass the barrier in the library, and you went straight to the eighth floor after entering the door, who are you?"

Facing the man's sharp questioning, the man in gray shrank his head in fear, but refused to speak.

Next, the two confronted each other silently for a while, until the man was sure that the long sword had suppressed the gray-robed man to death, and stretched out his other hand towards him, slowly lifting the hat of the robe.

His face, which had not been directly exposed to the air for a long time, came into contact with the slightly cold air. The gray-robed man felt that the scars at the corners of his eyes seemed to be aching because of this, and the murderous intent hidden in the man's stare made his scalp numb, thinking that he was dead .

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly called out, "Sherlock?"

The gray-robed man froze for a moment, then looked up in surprise.

I don't know if the sun god gave his glory to this man, so that his appearance was so handsome even under the twilight.

The man's dark blue eyes shone brightly in the faint light, as deep as the sea, as long as he glanced casually, he seemed to be drowned by the waves within.

Sherlock's face was a little hot, and he looked away from it with a quick glance.

Ordinarily, if he knew such an outstanding man, it would be impossible for him to have no impression.But Sherlock thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember who this man was.

"You...know me?" he asked puzzled.

The man smiled and said in a low voice: "I know you, Shining Star, Sherlock Saiyan, unfortunately..." There was a strange look in the man's eyes, "You may not know me."

"then who are you?"

"My name is... Miller, Guardian Knight."

"Twelve guardian knights?!" Sherlock exclaimed, but Miller looked at him with a smile, without denying it.

The Twelve Guardian Knights are the strongest figures in the entire Holy See except for the Pope and the Cardinal. However, the Guardian Knights rarely appear in public, so very few people know their true colors.

Sherlock was extremely depressed, and he didn't know how many lifetimes it took him to meet the guardian knight.Legend has it that guardian knights at least have the level of martial saints, not to mention some of them are both magic and martial arts. He is just a high-level mage now, so there is no way to compete with him. If he is handed over to the court of the Holy See, he will definitely end up...

It's all about repairing that bastard!If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted some Yaozi's information and had to find it by himself, how could he have fallen into the hands of the guardian knight!If you can go back alive this time, you must settle the score with him!

Sherlock secretly looked at the man in front of him, and the other party didn't seem to have any plans to arrest him immediately—this gave him a glimmer of hope, maybe this handsome guy has some dirty thoughts?Good, so he might have a chance to get away.

Just as Sherlock was thinking wildly, Miller asked again: "What are you doing here?"

He replied honestly, "I'm here to find some books."

"what book?"

This time, Sherlock rolled his eyes, but did not answer.

Miller seemed to think about it for a while, put the long sword back into its sheath, and said gently: "Answer me, maybe I will help you find it."

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously, and once again felt that Miller might have some dirty intentions, otherwise why would a strong man like the guardian knight talk so much with him?

After thinking about it, Sherlock tentatively said, "I want to find some books about ancient monsters."

Miller seemed to be reviewing something, his eyes swept up and down several times before asking, "What are you looking for information about ancient monsters?"

"I have a friend who wants to explore the ancient ruins. I heard that there are ancient monsters inside, so..."

"Ancient Ruins..."

Miller seemed to want to say something, but suddenly fell silent before finishing his sentence.Sherlock stared at him blankly, wanting to ask what's the matter, but Miller made a "shh" gesture, as if he was listening to something, and the next second he grabbed Sherlock's hand and walked deep into the hall.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

"Do not talk!"

Miller pulled him quickly to a door at the deepest part of the hall, opened the door without hesitation and pushed him in.

"Ouch!"

Sherlock's center of gravity was unsteady, and he fell to the ground, unable to restrain himself from screaming.Miller raised his index finger to signal him to be quiet, and whispered in his ear, "Shut up!"

Seeing the man close the door, Sherlock, who was sitting alone in the room, turned his head and looked around in a daze. The surroundings were surrounded by darkness. It took a long time for his eyes to adjust before he was able to see things. He could vaguely see the furniture such as tables and chairs.He rubbed his sore buttocks and wanted to go over to have a look, but he heard a rush of footsteps outside the door.

"who?"

The unfamiliar male voice made him very nervous, and he was too stiff to move.