Abduct the Necromancer

The pointed roof stands in the darkness, but there is no light in the huge house. For the nobles who own countless properties, the manors in the suburbs are mostly temporary residences for leisure and hunting. In addition to the servants who are responsible for cleaning, No one will be there at all.However, it is strange that there are patrols passing by this deserted manor.

Sherlock gritted his teeth and watched another patrol team pass by, and became more and more sure that there was some ulterior secret in this manor!

He took advantage of the gap between the patrols and rushed towards the center of the manor, but when he rushed out of a corridor corner, he suddenly saw a patrol team turning out in front of him.Sherlock was taken aback, caught off guard.Although necromancers can use magic to hide their whereabouts, making it impossible for people to "see", but if they bump into them head-on, they will be exposed on the spot!

However, the current situation is that there is no way to retreat. If you move forward, you will collide with people, and if you go to the side, you will encounter bushes and your whereabouts will be leaked.However, he is the necromancer with the weakest force, and his physical strength cannot support him to make difficult movements such as climbing on the roof.

Just when Sherlock thought he was about to be exposed, a pair of hands suddenly descended from the sky, picked him up and lifted him up.Sherlock almost screamed, but at the last moment, reason stopped him, and quietly let the hands hang in mid-air, watching the patrol slowly pass by under his feet like that.

Sherlock clenched his teeth, held his breath, and firmly grasped the arm holding him with both hands, for fear that if the other party let go, he would fall directly on the head of the patrolling soldier.

The patrolling soldiers laughed and walked past Sherlock's feet without noticing that there was an intruder less than a fist away from their heads.Seeing the patrol disappearing at the corner of the corridor, Sherlock still didn't dare to be careless—he was still hung in mid-air!But almost at the same time as this idea was born, those hands gently placed him on the ground.

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around abruptly, wanting to see who helped him at the critical moment!

A man in black tumbled down from the house. His tall body was wrapped in black clothes, making him look extraordinarily strong and powerful. The man was wearing a black mask, with only one mouth exposed.

Sherlock frowned, "Can you see me?"

The "invisibility" in necromantic magic should only be seen through when touched, but just now the other party was on the eaves, and he was on the ground, without touching it at all. How did he find himself?

The man explained with a hoarse voice, "I can't see it, but I can feel your breath."

Sherlock was startled: I can feel the breath, this person's strength...

"Who are you?!" He raised his staff and looked at the man in front of him warily. Even though the man saved him just now, he didn't let him relax his vigilance.

The man didn't seem to care about Sherlock's aggressive stance, and asked flatly, "You're Sherlock, right? I'm the silver-masked man."

"what?"

Sherlock's eyes widened, but before he could react further, the man suddenly turned his head and glanced, urging: "Someone is here, go up first and then talk!"

Without saying a word, the man hooked him and turned over to the eaves.Sherlock also quickly consolidated the invisibility magic, hesitated for a moment, and shrouded the man together by the way.

When the gray glow characteristic of necromancy flashed past, a patrol appeared around the corner.The two sat on the eaves and watched quietly until they moved away, Sherlock was relieved, while the man looked very indifferent.

"Are you a silver-masked man?" Sherlock asked again, unable to believe it. "Don't silver-masked men wear silver masks?"

"Silver? In this dark night?" The man asked back with a smile. Although the voice was not pleasant, it made people feel much softer.

Sherlock was speechless, realizing he had asked a silly question.He also thought that the silver-masked man was one of Miller's subordinates. Could it be that Miller asked him to come?He looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression.

And the other party seemed to see through his thoughts, "The leader guessed that you might break into the manor alone, so he told me to provide you with some protection if I saw you."

Sherlock puffed up his cheeks, thinking of the terrible scene when the two broke up, the man was still willing to let others protect him... There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, but this did not mean that his anger disappeared. When I lied to him, I got angry, and asked in a bad tone: "What are you silver-masked people doing here? Aren't you afraid to scare the snake away?"

The man smiled lightly and didn't respond positively. He just said, "Where are you going? We'll go over here as soon as the next patrol team passes by. Their patrols are very dense. If you miss it, you have to wait for the next one." It's the turn."

Knowing that the other party was changing the subject, Sherlock could only stare at him bitterly, and said angrily, "Go to the study room! Usually secrets are hidden in the study room, aren't they?"

After a pause, he suddenly thought that the man in front of him was a silver-masked man, and he might have some different messages from the other party, so he hurriedly asked, "Hey, what about you? Did you find anything?"

"No. But this may be a place where demons are confined. There should be secret rooms or something. I'm here this time to see if I can find the entrance."

The next patrol arrived soon, and after they passed by, the man jumped off the eaves with Sherlock and walked towards the main house.After walking for a while, they encountered a patrol again, and the two climbed up to the roof beam again. When they got down, the man looked at Sherlock, "You're walking too slowly, let me carry you."

"You-"

Sherlock almost wanted to curse, but the man had already squatted down and motioned him to lie on his back, which made him so angry that he couldn't get out.

The physical strength of necromancers is the worst among all kinds of mages. Their ultimate magic goal is the eternal soul. In order to cultivate the soul, they will give up the body step by step. During this process, the strength of the body will naturally gradually decay.

Feeling that he was underestimated, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and reluctantly leaned on the man's back, and said viciously: "I curse you to be a cow and a horse for the rest of your life!"

The man didn't care what he said, smiled, picked up Sherlock on his back and ran.

It has to be said that without the drag of the necromancer, the speed of the two of them has increased a lot.Lying on the man's broad back, Sherlock didn't feel the bumps he imagined, but was so smooth that he fell asleep.

The breath in his heart gradually dissipated, and he suddenly felt that his harsh words were a little too much.It was Miller who provoked him, not this guy, and it was pointless for him to get angry at him.

Sherlock couldn't say the apology, he could only say it to himself in his heart, and be kinder to this man in the future.

Relying on the man's skills and the protection of the invisibility magic, the two of them made it to the study smoothly.

The study room was huge, and the two rummaged through the desks and bookshelves, trying to find any useful information.But the two of them had read everything on the table and every book on the bookshelf, but got nothing.

The man thought for a while, then squatted down and groped on the belly of the table.Sherlock understood the other party's intentions, and learned to grope for other furniture, even checking the floor inch by inch, but the huge study room was searched all over, but nothing was found.

Sherlock frowned and said depressedly, "Is there nothing here?"