Abduct the Necromancer

Before he was about to lose consciousness in a daze, he habitually took off his clothes and fell asleep like this.

I don't know how long he slept until the hunger started to wreak havoc, and he woke up a little bit, but he was so exhausted. He wanted to ignore the hunger and continue to sleep, but his stomach became more and more hungry, gurgling, and even convulsed from time to time. The pain made him unable to sleep well.

Half-dream and half-awake, Sherlock felt the bed sinking, as if someone sat down next to him, a moment later, a big warm hand gently stroked his hair, Sherlock woke up suddenly, just in time to meet a pair of hands so gentle that he could breathe The eyes of the soul.

"Miller? Huh...you scared me to death!"

Sherlock fell back, yawning loudly as the tiredness returned from the shock.

Miller sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a smile, stroked his bare shoulders, and said with a smile, "Are you seducing me like this?"

Sherlock was stunned, and then remembered that he was only wearing a pair of underwear all over his body. He hurriedly got into the quilt, glared at the man angrily, and said angrily, "Dream!"

Miller didn't care, and asked again: "It's already night, are you hungry?"

Before Sherlock could speak, his stomach was already rumbling to answer for him.

Miller smiled, "Get up, I brought you something to eat."

Sherlock was not polite either, seeing him turn around, he quickly put on his clothes, washed up a bit, and followed Miller to sit down at the table.

Miller took out several silver metal boxes and put them in front of him.

The rectangular metal box, which is about arm's width and palm height, is engraved with complicated and delicate magic patterns. Sherlock exclaimed after just one glance, "Mira's box?"

"Oh? You know?" Miller raised his eyebrows and sat down beside him.

Sherlock glared at him angrily, "Nonsense! How could I not know about Mira's box! It is said that it was invented by Mira, the alchemist of the gods. The magic pattern on it can temporarily stop the time in the box, so Mira A box is the best magic tool for keeping things..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped, his eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at Miller in disbelief, "You, you...you don't know how to use it for dinner?!"

Miller looked innocent, "You said it yourself, this is the best magic item for preserving things, isn't it good for storing food?"

"You, you──reckless! Reckless!" Sherlock was so angry that his hands were shaking.

Miller smiled, took Sherlock's hand and said softly: "Okay, don't be angry. Why not use the Mira box to store things? There are many such things in the Holy See, and they are usually left unused. Then That’s what you call violence.”

After a quick panting, Sherlock lowered his head dejectedly.

It's really people comparing people, it's maddening!Others may not be able to get a Mira box through all kinds of hard work, and if they get it, they will use it to hold all kinds of rare treasures, but the Holy See actually uses it as a lunch box!

Glancing at Miller in frustration, he grabbed a Mira box and opened it, and the smell of food immediately hit his nostrils—a large piece of tender and juicy beef was placed on a clean white plate, dotted with red and green vegetables, and There are fried golden eggs, and the color alone will whet the appetite.

Sherlock cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth to chew. The aroma was strong and the taste was fresh and tender, as if it had just been brought out of the kitchen. While complaining about Miller's atrocities, he couldn't help but praise the wonderful use of Mira's box. He muttered: "The Mira box is used to preserve food, it is really delicious..."

Miller smiled and said, "I can't bring you food during the day, and the other boxes are here, so you can eat them when you're hungry."

Even if the food in the Mira Box is stored for 100 years, it will still be delicious without any loss of heat.Therefore, Sherlock no longer has any opinions, after all, he is the one who benefits.

After enjoying the delicious food, he stroked his slightly distended stomach and burped in satisfaction.

That's when Miller produced a clerical suit and a badge.

"You should put on this one. With this badge, you can move around here during the day."

"Oh, I see. Do you want to recognize the owner of this badge?" Knowing that Miller is interested in him, it's not surprising that he would think so for him.Sherlock reached out and took the item.

"of course yes."

Sherlock bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the badge. The badge flashed a white light for an instant, and then returned to its original state.He smiled at Miller, but he was a little embarrassed when he met the man's gaze, and said somewhat unnaturally, "Thank you."

All clergy have their own badges, with different patterns to indicate their identities and status. This badge will be connected with their own blood. Only when the owner recognized by the badge injects magic power or fighting spirit will the badge shine, otherwise it is a fake.

It is difficult to move forward without a badge inside the Holy See, because there are various barriers set up throughout the Holy See, badges are like keys, if the identity of the visitor is wrong, the barrier will block them out.And the white stone that Sherlock used to open the enchantment before was used to replace the badge.

At this point, Miller gave Sherlock a temporary authorization badge.Sometimes some important people need the people below to run errands, but the destination has a high access authority, so they will give such badges to their subordinates.

With this kind of badge, as long as Sherlock doesn't reveal his identity as a necromancer, he doesn't have to worry about being seen.

Sherlock pretended to be a priest and searched in the library for two days, but he still couldn't find the book he wanted. He couldn't help but stop when he passed the stairs leading to the ninth floor.The magic light flowing from time to time on the stairs and walls made him understand that the road to the ninth floor might not be accessible to ordinary people.

He remembered Miller's warning, thought about it, turned and walked back to the small room where he lived these days.

It was more than three o'clock in the morning, and Miller was sleeping soundly on that big bed.Sherlock hesitated, but stepped forward to poke his arm.

Powerful warriors are very sensitive to the movement around them. Miller opened his eyes all of a sudden, and his eyes were so clear that he couldn't tell that he was asleep just now.

"What's the matter?" He gently held Sherlock's hand, his tone was gentle, and there was no discomfort of being woken up.

Sherlock asked with some embarrassment, "Can you take me up to the ninth floor?"

Miller froze for a moment, "There is no book you want on the eighth floor?"

"no."

Miller was silent for a while, then looked serious, and asked, "What exactly are you looking for? If it's just about ancient monsters, there should be one on the eighth floor."

"This..." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head, "Those are not detailed enough."

"Really?"

"real."

Miller stared at Sherlock for a while, then asked, "Is it really just books you're looking for?"

"Yes!" Sherlock replied affirmatively, "I just want to find some information, see if there is any record in the book."

This time, Miller was silent and did not immediately respond.

Many materials in the Shenyu Library are not open to the public, and the higher the floor, the more precious the materials in the collection.Sherlock knew this very well. Seeing the man's silence, he couldn't help but feel worried. If Miller didn't agree, he would definitely not be able to make it with his strength...

Sherlock gritted his teeth and poked at the opponent's chest. Miller was shirtless, and the temperature from his fingertips made Sherlock blush a little. With the coquettish tone, it made people feel provocative, "Take me up there .”

Miller laughed and said, "Are you using a beauty trick?"

He blushed even more, poked the man's chest hard, and said angrily: "Don't talk too much, promise me quickly!"

The man smiled, got up and took him into his arms.Sherlock struggled for a while, but after all, he couldn't reach the knight's strong arm, so he could only stare at him with wide eyes.

Miller stroked Sherlock's lips with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "The beauty trick... just acting like a baby is too insincere?"

Sherlock blushed and gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but he opened his mouth and had to bite the bullet and say, "Then what do you want?"

"Hmm... just give me a little reward?"

"What - um!"

The man's handsome face was the biggest in his eyes, and all the words that followed were stuck in his throat, and his lips were captured by a scorching kiss.Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but his lips and teeth were pried open by the man's flexible tongue, and the aggressive masculine breath immediately filled his mouth.