Abduct the Necromancer

What poured down from the sky was not rain but blood, and the stench almost corroded people's souls. There was a black swamp in front of them. A blond angel was floating above the swamp with a black sickle in his hand, watching indifferently. touch the earth.

Sherlock trembled with fear, he wanted to back away, but his body was uncontrollable, and he walked towards the angel step by step, but when he was about to walk in front of the angel, a white beam of light enveloped him, and there was a faint hymn coming from it, The holy sound of nature makes people feel peaceful and eliminates all evils.

The dream gradually dissipated, and the hymn became clearer. Sherlock turned over in a half-dream, half-awake, and just moved, causing severe pain all over his body, which woke him up.

"Well……"

Sherlock covered his eyes with his hands, and the light in the room was not bright, but when he opened his eyes a little, it felt like being pricked by a needle, it was astringent and painful.

There seemed to be no place in the whole body that was not painful. The scene of the injury two days ago became clear again, and thinking of the indifferent blond angel in the dream, Sherlock couldn't help but smile wryly.

It turns out that I am so weak...

The hymn whispered like an angel lingered in his ears. He turned his head to look, only to find that there was a magic sound ball placed on the bedside. This thing can record the sound and then release it. The effect, it seems, was prepared by Miller for him.

Sherlock raised his hand to turn off the sound, turned over and buried himself in the quilt again.

Miller wasn't around, but his scent still lingered on the soft, fluffy bedding, gently enveloping Sherlock, allowing him to curl up in it with ease.At this moment, he was exhausted, he didn't want to do anything, and his mind was in a mess, all he could think about was Mona and the Two Serpents.

I have never looked forward to having someone by my side, even if I just listen to myself.

He doesn't have many friends, apart from Mona, Xiu is the only good friend.But he always felt a sense of oppression in front of Xiu──this was brought about by the difference in strength.

Xiu is younger than him but much stronger than him, that kind of strength is probably beyond his reach in his entire life.With such a huge disparity, even if Xiu treats him well, his self-esteem prevents him from facing this friend naturally, and there is something unspeakable between the two even if they trust each other.

While worrying, the handsome face that seemed to be favored by the creator god came to mind.

"Miller..."

Thinking of the way the man listened to him quietly last night, Sherlock wanted to cry again.

After spending a whole day doing nothing like this, Miller came back after it was completely dark and brought him some fruit, but when he saw that the Mira box on the table remained untouched, he immediately became angry.He picked Sherlock up from the bed and spanked him twice, then drove him to dinner domineeringly.

Sherlock blushed and glared at him fiercely, but obediently ate the food for the sake of his ass and stomach.

After the meal, Sherlock carried the whole plate of fruit to the bed, and while enjoying the delicious fruit, he picked up the book and read it, but he couldn't read it after only two pages. He was silent for a long time, and finally endured I couldn't help asking: "Miller, where do you think I should start? Go to the Dark Guild and ask the young strong man who uses the scythe. Does anyone know?"

Miller thought for a while, then stopped writing and said, "This method is not impossible, but I don't think it's suitable for you."

"Who wants to do it? Are you going to do it?"

"Hehe, of course not. The power of the dark world and the Holy See are very different. If I go to inquire, it will easily lead to a backlash from the other side. I think this matter should be left to the Dolanfa family. They are the giants of the dark world, plus It’s about their family, and their investigation is definitely much more effective than your investigation, if you can’t even find out about it, you probably won’t be able to find anything either.”

"Am I going to do nothing?"

"How could it be?" Miller got up and went to the window, sat down in front of Sherlock, and pressed his hands tenderly, "I, and Xiu, will help you to do this. Me and Xiu just happened to Isn't it great that it represents two forces that are completely different from the dark world?"

"But you..."

"Even if it's based on the position of the Holy See, I hope to find that mysterious organization, especially such a young and strong man. If it is hidden in the dark, it will not be good for the Holy See."

"That's right, the Holy See likes to hold everything in their hands." Sherlock pursed his mouth, "Oh, yes, I thought of one thing. When I fought with that young man that day, I felt that his breath was a bit familiar. I found out that his aura is very similar to that of Xiu! And he uses wind and water magic, Xiu is best at ice magic, do you think there is any connection between this?"

Ice magic is a compound magic of wind and water. Those who use ice magic must have a high level of talent in both feng shui. In other words, the talents of Xiu and the blond youth are the same, only the development path in magic different.

"Oh, is that so?" A gleam flashed in Miller's eyes, but Sherlock didn't notice.

Miller said with an indifferent smile: "I remember, I will start the investigation from this aspect. Well, don't think about it so much, you can stay here to recuperate during this time, last time they didn't After successfully killing you, there may be other actions in the future, it is safer for you to stay here."

"Okay, I get it now."

Shylock knew that his strength was not enough, so he could only stay in the Holy See to recuperate his injuries for the time being, and he really hoped to find out something by relying on the huge power of the Holy See in the mainland.In his opinion, the Holy See, which has existed for tens of thousands of years, should know nothing.

But after two days, Miller still didn't tell him any new news, and he became very busy, often coming back in the middle of the night and leaving before dawn, sometimes even just bringing food and fruit to see Sherlock Go at a glance.

After questioning, Sherlock found out that the Holy See's annual ceremony was coming. This was an important ceremony to maintain the Holy See's faith. It lasted for three days. Of course, it was very troublesome to prepare for such a grand ceremony.He still remembers that when he was a priest, he had to practice reciting holy chapters two months before each ceremony, and the entire Holy See was so busy.

The day before the ceremony, Miller finally came back a little earlier. At this time, he, who was always energetic, also showed a trace of fatigue. His eyes were half closed, his hair was messed up, and he fell on the bed.

It was the first time for Sherlock to see him so "casual". Usually, his every move is always polite and elegant, with a vague aristocratic reserve and demeanor.

"What did you do badly, so tired?"

Sherlock playfully poked the bulging muscles on the man's back, even through the fabric, he could still feel the fiery body temperature.

Miller didn't turn over, buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "You know the annual festival."

Sherlock curled his lips, poked harder, and complained: "Aren't we small people who are busy with the annual festival? Big people like you just need to use your mouth."

"I'm wronged, little mage Xia Rui, just receiving those delegations is exhausting enough, so it's not enough to talk about it."

"Really? Are you going to receive them too?"

Sherlock is addicted to poking, why is this man's muscles so elastic?But Miller turned over suddenly, causing his finger to poke the opponent's chest, and the slightly protruding touch...

Sherlock blushed suddenly and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Miller caught it quickly.With a light pull, he was pulled into his arms, and turned over by the way, trapping him under his body.