Abduct the Necromancer

At that time, when he saw the young man using the angel wings, he believed that the other party was a magister. Later, Mona reminded him that the other party's angel wings were mixed with a trace of blue, and he noticed this subtle difference.

However, he was flustered when he was brought back to the Holy See. How could he remember this little difference? When he told Miller what happened, he mentioned that the young man was a magister!

Miller clearly said that he didn't find any trace of the other party, so how could he know the subtle difference in the youth's real strength?

Also, Miller originally wanted to conceal the fact that he already knew Katya's name, but what is there to hide about such a common name?

Looking down at the scroll in his hand, the doubts in his heart quickly swelled.He picked out Miller's words and deeds back and forth from his memory, feeling uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.

As if thinking of something, Sherlock quickly ran back to the small room, rummaged through the desk, and found that apart from some useless notebooks, there was only one glowing communication box—there was something in it!

He hesitated for a moment, gripped the box tightly, and opened it forcefully.There was a piece of paper quietly lying in the box: Xiu took Su to the orc battlefield.

"Xiu and Su? Miller sent someone to follow them!"

Sherlock thought of many things in an instant.

At the beginning, Miller said that he left a magic on him that could transport him back to the Holy See, but the journey from the foggy forest to the Holy See is more than a thousand miles away. Such an ultra-long-distance space magic, even with the help of a magic circle, requires a huge amount of magic power Finish!

How could it be possible for Miller to leave such magic on himself silently and make it work?Not to mention that Miller is just a paladin, how could a paladin have the same magic power as a god of law!It's ridiculous!

The only possibility is that Miller lied to himself!He lied to himself from beginning to end!

Sherlock stared blankly at the dazzling note, and after a while, suddenly jumped up and rushed out of the library!

He was going to ask why he lied to himself, why the double-headed snake had something to do with the Holy See!

The itinerary in the afternoon of the festival is all about the contest of senior knights.Sherlock disguised himself as a little priest, put on a hat to cover half of his face, and mixed into the crowd watching the game.The auditorium in the arena was crowded with people, and he struggled to squeeze into the last row, struggling to look at the center where the Pope was.

He caught that familiar figure at a glance, but the point of his gaze made him unbelievable...

Sherlock thought he was wrong, rubbed his eyes again and again, and even risked his identity to use the detection technique of the light system-a magic that can see the distant scenery more clearly.

The other party's face quickly enlarged and appeared in sight, and the man surrounded by thirteen cardinals seemed to have noticed something, and looked up slightly, the eyes as deep as the sea still possessed the sinking charm, However, at this moment, Sherlock only felt cold all over his body!

He actually...

He really lied to me!He really lied to me!

Sherlock, who wanted to understand this, staggered and took a step back.As if being suddenly pushed into the cold pool of thousands of years, the heart gradually loses its temperature as the body sinks.

Sherlock suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for trusting others again in this place full of lies and deceit!How stupid and deceitful I am!

But he didn't laugh, just lowered his hat, turned and left the arena.

He wants to escape from here, escape from this place that keeps hurting him!

The man on the central viewing platform stood up suddenly, and the cardinal beside him glanced curiously, and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, what is this?"

The man fell silent, fixed his eyes on the last row of the auditorium, and said in a low voice, "I'll leave for a while."

Sherlock stumbled all the way to the library, if there were not some things left in that room, he would have left immediately!

Sherlock slammed into the room, took his clothes and staff and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, another person came in from the door. The purple-gold robe that only the Pope could wear hurt his eyes.

He grabbed the luggage with one hand and strode forward angrily, pushing the man aside violently.

But the man stood in front of the door without giving way, grabbed his wrist and said eagerly, "Xia Rui, listen to my explanation..."

"Don't call me Xia Rui!" Sherlock screamed, and sneered again, "Your Majesty the Pope, it's really hard work for you, you still have to take time out of your busy schedule to play tricks on me!"

"Xia Rui, can you listen to my explanation? I really didn't mean to lie to you..."

With a bitter tone, Miller grabbed him and refused to let go.

Sherlock struggled and kicked again, but his slender figure couldn't shake Miller a little bit, and after tossing for a while, he made himself embarrassed.He gritted his teeth with hatred, panted and stared at the man viciously, "Wuxin lied to me? Wuxin lied to me and you kept it from me for so long? Is it because I didn't find out that you will never say anything in your life!"

Miller smiled wryly, "Xia Rui, I really didn't mean to lie to you. I saw you suddenly appear that day. I don't know why you came. I can't reveal my identity casually. I don't know how to tell you later, I'm afraid I said, you will leave in a rage like today."

Sherlock bit his lip, his face was frosty!

He sighed, and asked back, "Xia Rui, does it make any difference to you if I am the pope or a guardian knight?"

Sherlock yelled without thinking. "Of course there is a difference!"

"What's the difference?"

"Yes---"

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but found himself unable to speak.

difference?

Of course, the Pope is so lofty... But to him, isn't the guardian knight a lofty existence?

He was speechless for a moment, took a breath, and suddenly remembered that the man in front of him was not only deceiving himself by his identity, but more importantly, he was related to the murderer who killed Mona!

Burning with rage, Sherlock withdrew his hand suddenly, pulled out his staff, and raised his hand, and a skull roared away.

"Well?!"

Miller instinctively raised his hand to block the skull, but followed by a translucent ghost.Miller's eyelids twitched, and the palm of his hand shone brightly, and the ghost instantly melted under the radiance of magic.

Before he could catch his breath, another pair of bony hands emerged from the floor and grabbed his feet. Miller frowned slightly, and kicked the bony hands to pieces with a little force. He strode forward and grabbed Sherlock. Arm, shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing! This is the Holy See, you actually use necromantic magic, you don't want to die, do you?"

Sherlock was backlashed by the magic, his face was pale as paper, but there was a sick flush on his face, his eyes were also red as if bleeding, he stared at the man and said in a hoarse voice: "What the hell am I doing? If you want my life, you just do it, what nonsense! You even killed Mona, so what do I care about!"

Miller frowned, "What did you say?"

Sherlock sneered, "What, dare to do it or admit it?"

Miller was puzzled, and was about to ask, when he caught a sound in his ears, he immediately pushed him back into the bathroom, and said in a low voice, "Don't make any noise!"

Before the words were finished, there was a knock on the door, and a knight shouted from outside the door: "Master Paladin? Are you inside?"

Although Sherlock was angry, he knew that he would die if he rushed out at this time, so he had to stay in the bathroom panting for breath and didn't speak.

Only heard the voice of Miller answering the call from outside, the knights probably heard the voice of the response, and then came the conversation, "I just sensed the breath of the necromancer, I don't know if there are traitors who have infiltrated the Holy See , I hereby come up here to check, I wonder if your lord has sensed it?"

Miller replied flatly, "Don't worry, I was testing a few scrolls of necromancy just now."

"I'm sorry for interrupting my subordinate."

"It's okay, you're doing a great job, you're doing a great job," Miller said briefly, before sending them off.

Hearing the sound getting quieter, Sherlock walked out of the bathroom, stared straight at the man, and said coldly, "Why don't you hand me over? What good will it do you to protect me?"

Miller was annoyed and funny, "What good is it for me to hand you over? Do I still need to claim credit for catching a necromancer?"

"How do I know what kind of idea you have? Isn't everyone in the Holy See like this? They are serious on the surface, but they are filthy in their bones!" Sherlock sneered back.

Miller looked annoyed, "Sherlock, I know you've been remembering the past, but there are no bad guys, don't you think it makes sense?"

"I know! Of course I know! Anyway, I deserve to be humiliated and played around!"

"Sherlock! Don't make trouble for no reason, can you?"

"When did I make trouble out of no reason! I didn't! Let me go!"

"Sherlock, calm down!"

Miller stepped forward and grabbed Sherlock's wrist, but the more he suppressed, the more excited Sherlock became.

"Let me go! You pervert! Murderer!"

Sherlock screamed, punched and kicked, but was slowly forced to the wall by Miller, and all resistance was suppressed by the opponent with his body.Seeing that he couldn't move his hands and feet, Sherlock opened his mouth and bit Miller's neck hard without even thinking about it──

Miller grunted in pain and moved a bit, but Sherlock bit him tightly, Miller seemed to be worried about something, and stopped moving.

Sighing, Miller patted him on the back, took a breath and said kindly: "Sherlock, I really don't understand what you mean, have you heard something, can you tell me clearly?"