Abduct the Necromancer

As if he was thinking about something, he sat silently. After a long while, he took out a notebook from the space ring, and opened the first page. On the off-white paper was a large pattern of a double snake emblem.

"The Emblem of the Two Snakes..." He whispered to himself, "Kajia, you are so courageous, you dare to kill the young master of the Dolanfa family, and you are not afraid of attracting revenge from the entire dark world..."

Dark Dolanfa, Flame Sacma, and God's Eye Esmila are the three great families in the magic world. These big families have great influence in the magic world, just like the Holy See relative to the secular world. It is ranked first.Moreover, the relationship between Dolanfa and Esmila is very good, and even the Holy See dare not easily challenge the combined power of the two families.

As the first heir of the Dolanfa family, Mona dared to kill him...

"Are you confident or..."

The notebook was flipped, and another picture unfolded in front of the owner. The person in the painting looked to be in his early twenties, with a young and delicate face, but his expression was extremely indifferent. scythe.

Seeing this painting, the pair of golden eyes that seemed to be made of magic crystals in memory resurfaced in Miller's mind, and no matter when he saw it, he was so indifferent that there was no wave.

No matter when he thought of this man, Miller couldn't change his impression of him-an emotionless fighting machine.

"Um……"

The person on the bed groaned, and Miller suddenly pulled back his thoughts, and the notebook in his backhand disappeared into the air.He walked to the bed as if nothing had happened, and saw Sherlock frowning in discomfort.

Miller pushed back the hair on his forehead, and asked softly, "Xia Rui, are you okay?"

"My head hurts..." Sherlock said vaguely, his brows were furrowed, his long eyelashes trembled and trembled, but he never opened his eyes.

"You're mentally exhausted, and you'll be fine in a while."

"Oh...you...Miller?" Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, the glare of the light made him have to close them again, but at that moment he could see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.He was confused for a moment, and the things that happened before he fell into a coma surged up in his mind, which made him have a splitting headache, but it was not as good as the severe pain in his heart.

Sherlock sat up abruptly, grabbed Miller's arm and screamed, "Miller? Why are you here—this is the Holy See? How can I be in the Holy See?" He found the surrounding environment very familiar, more Puzzled.

Miller replied calmly: "I left a magic on you when you left. If your life is threatened, you will be automatically transported here by the magic." After a pause, he asked worriedly: " You suddenly appeared here yesterday, what happened?"

He didn't intend to tell Sherlock that he sent people to follow him. With Sherlock's temper, he might not accept his "good intentions"—not to mention that his original intention of sending people to follow him was not entirely to protect the other party.

Miller spoke in an orderly manner. Sherlock was so emotional that he couldn't tell the truth from the fake. All he could think about was the death of Mona in front of his eyes. He said in panic: "I, I went to find Mona, a group of people The man in black attacked us, and then there was one more... one man! He was powerful, he killed Mona! He was going to kill me, I used a magic... yes, after I used the last magic My mental strength was exhausted, and I passed out... Mona? Mona is dead! He is dead! He died protecting me..."

Sherlock suddenly shed tears, his eyes were red, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

Miller hugged him, patted his back, lowered his voice, and comforted him in a calm tone: "Xia Rui, come on, look at me, don't be nervous, speak slowly... Who are the people who attacked you? They Why did you attack you? Speak slowly, if you speak out, maybe I can help you."

The words contained calming spiritual magic. Sherlock was embraced by the man. Although his face was still pale, his tears slowly stopped, and his body no longer trembled so violently.

After a while, Sherlock finally regained his sanity, choked up and said under the guidance of the man: "I was asked by a friend to investigate some things. Someone said he knew the relevant news, so I went to him. In the fog After the forest it turned out to be Morna. Do you know Morna? It's the one from the Doranfa family."

"Ok, I know."

"He told me something, and the next day he went back to Pei Ze with me, but he was attacked by a few men in black on the way. They were very powerful, I dealt with one, and Mona dealt with the rest. We thought it was all right, but suddenly there appeared... a man with golden eyes! He was holding a black scythe, and Mona was cut to protect me! That man was a magister! Mona and He fights, I, I can't help at all by the side..."

Having said that, he covered his face, tears spilled from between his fingers, soaking the man's clothes.

Miller sighed. Although he knew more about what had happened than Sherlock, he still asked, "Sherlock, can you tell me what information you are looking for? It is the same as the book you came to the Holy See to find before." It's related, right?"

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then took out a piece of paper with a double snake emblem drawn on it from the interspatial ring and showed it to him, "I want to find this."

"Crest?" Miller asked pretending to be ignorant.

"Well, it should be a mark of an organization. Mona told me that he had seen it once, and he also told me that this organization had an opponent, but we were attacked before he said the name of the opponent. "

antagonist?What did Mona see?

Miller secretly guessed, and asked calmly on the surface: "Then the person who attacked you may belong to the organization with this coat of arms?"

"Yes, that's them! Mona told me that he had met the man with the golden eyes, and said he was very powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so scary! Mona said that when he met him a few years ago, the other party was just Senior magician, but yesterday...yesterday he was able to use angel wings, he—he actually became a magister! But he is too young, he looks like he is only in his early twenties!"

Sherlock suddenly became agitated, grabbed Miller's arm and screamed: "Miller! You are a guardian knight, you can see the Pope, right? Can you take me to see him?"

Miller was taken aback, vaguely guessing what the other party wanted to do.

"What do you want to see the Pope for?"

"Great Rejuvenation Technique!"

Sherlock really said the answer that Miller expected.

"The Great Rejuvenation Technique can revive people, right?" Sherlock's eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and his slender fingers pinched into the man's flesh. Excessive force made his joints turn white, without a trace of blood. "Isn't it okay?"

Miller pondered over and over in his heart, wondering if he should tell the cruel truth to the other party, but facing Sherlock's gaze and expectation, he could only sigh: "The Great Rejuvenation Technique can indeed bring the dead back to life, but it must be used within an hour of death. Only then is it possible..."

Sherlock interrupted him, "And the Great Divination?"

"Great prophecy?" Miller frowned, and after thinking about it, he said, "I don't know how you came up with this magic. But although the great prophecy is called the great creation technique, the human soul cannot be recreated...Xia Ray?"

Sherlock was like a stone statue that suddenly collapsed, and the instantly gray and sluggish expression was heartbreaking.He muttered to himself, "You...you lied to me...you lied to me, you must have lied to me..."

Miller sighed again, pressed him into his arms, and patted him on the back, hoping to calm his emotions.

"Impossible... This, this is not true... You, the Holy See... must have other ways, right?"

"Xia Rui..." Miller didn't answer directly, but Sherlock had already heard the answer from this almost sighing call.

"Impossible, impossible!" He jumped up screaming, grabbed Miller by the skirt, and yelled at him frantically, "You lied to me! You just don't want to take me to see the Pope, do you? You lied to me !You guys definitely have a way!”

Miller got up and hugged him again, Sherlock struggled, hit him, punched him, even bit him, but he said nothing, let Sherlock beat and scold him until Sherlock calmed down by himself.

"Ugh...you're lying..."

Bloody tears rolled down his cheeks, Sherlock bit the man's shoulder, weeping and cursing vaguely.Miller quietly let him vent, reassuring him gently.