Abduct the Necromancer

"Nonsense! Since you are a guardian knight now, you must have been in a high position more than 20 years ago. Why have I never heard of you?"

"How withdrawn you were at that time, let alone the members of the Knights, I'm afraid you might not recognize all the priests in the same temple as you?"

Sherlock curled his lips and said, "I am practicing magic wholeheartedly, unlike those guys who think they are talented and just want to play all day long!"

Hearing what he said, Miller couldn't help chuckling, "Are you still saying that? At that time, you didn't associate with anyone at all. You didn't know it at all, did you? At that time, you were famous as the beauty of the iceberg, and many knights liked you , but you are always indifferent to people, cold and arrogant."

Sherlock blushed and said angrily, "You, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm a priest, a male priest! Knights—don't knights like those female priests?!"

"I knew it..." Miller sighed in frustration, "Pure little priest, don't even think about it, how many unmarried women are there in the entire Holy See? I'm afraid there are not as many as a knight order. But how many men are there? The extra what to do?"

Sherlock opened his mouth, but found he couldn't refute.

"You probably haven't participated in the sacred doctrine exchange meeting at all?" Seeing this, Miller asked again.

After thinking about it, he remembered that pastors often attended the so-called "sacred doctrine exchange meeting" together at night. He thought it was to discuss the Bible or magic, but after he went there, he found out that it was an occasion similar to a fellowship. Many knights participated, and he turned around and left on the spot for such meaningless activities.

Why is this guy mentioning this all of a sudden?

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously, "Isn't it just eating and drinking?"

"What about after eating and drinking?" The man showed a meaningful smile, "It's been a long night, there must be something to 'do', right?"

He especially emphasized that verb, and Sherlock immediately understood, his face flushed, and he said angrily, "Dirty fellow!"

"You can't say that, everyone is an adult man, isn't it normal to have such a need?"

Sherlock was speechless, and suddenly felt like an ignorant child in front of this man.

Miller smiled, touched his cheek, and sighed softly: "You, you are too withdrawn. The knights who admire you can form a team at least, and there are many priests, but when the bishop slanders you No one wants to come out and speak for you.

"Do you know why? In fact, everyone knows that you were framed, but everyone is thinking "So Sherlock is as arrogant as usual, so he should make you suffer", especially those who are jealous of you, I wish you would be even worse. But everyone probably didn’t expect you to leave like this.”

Sherlock bit his lower lip, and the scene from that year came to his mind again.Originally, the bishop wanted to misbehave him, but he resisted, but the bishop said he was guilty of hurting others.The archbishop in charge of the verdict didn't listen to his explanation at all, convicted him on the spot and punished him with confinement. No one around him spoke for him, only sarcasm and mixed discussions.

He has always regarded the Holy See as a sacred and pure holy place, but suddenly faced with the unjust darkness, the huge blow caused him to rebel against the Holy See angrily, and then changed his job to become a necromancer. After nearly 50 years of cultivation, he is still just a senior mage!

Anger, grievance, the emotions that have been gone for many years once again occupied the atrium, Sherlock's eyes were sore and painful, he turned his head suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "What about you? You said it so nicely, why didn't you come to help me then? !"

Miller sighed, "At that time, I was on a mission in other places, and I came back half a year later. You had been away for a long time at that time. All I can do is give the bishop the punishment he deserves and give you justice."

"Then if you were here, would you help me?"

Miller thought for a while, and said seriously: "Maybe not at first, but I don't gloat like others, I just think you are too withdrawn, if you don't change, you will suffer a lot sooner or later, use that incident to sharpen your edges and corners It's good too. But if I know that this incident will cause you to leave angrily, I will definitely stop it. After all, changing jobs halfway will hurt your magic career too much, and your achievements can be higher..."

"I don't care! I just feel... very disappointed, why the Holy See is like this, it's not the same as I thought!"

Sherlock bit his lower lip tightly, not wanting to let the grievance turn into tears, let alone let it fall.

However, the man still found out, kissed the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with warm lips, and said softly: "Don't cry, little Xia Rui." He gently called Sherlock's nickname, like a close lover who has been in love for many years, "Go back to the Holy See , I will not let you suffer any more grievances in the future."

Sherlock sniffed and turned around stubbornly, "Impossible!"

Miller didn't force him, just kissed the back of his neck.

The next night, Miller gave Sherlock a cloak and a pair of gloves, and changed Sherlock's badge to permission. The badge can directly open the barrier on the ninth floor, and the cloak can hide the breath after wearing it. Wearing gloves to hold the book will prevent you from being discovered, but there is still no way to avoid the detection magic circle on the stairs, so Miller can only still carry him up.

Sherlock stayed on the ninth floor for another two nights, and finally found the book he wanted in the early morning of the fourth day. He wanted to take it away, but was afraid of accidents, so he discussed it with Miller.

Miller read the catalog carefully, thought for a while, and handed the book to him. "You can take this book away, but it must be placed in an isolation barrier. There is tracking magic attached to it. If the breath leaks, the Holy See will send someone to track it down. Also, return it as soon as possible after you finish reading it. The Holy See every A comprehensive inspection of the collection will be carried out in a few years, and it will be a little troublesome if it is found that this book is missing.”

"Good!" Sherlock was very happy.

Miller watched his smile, and laughed too.

"Go down. You just rest here for a day, and I will take you out in the evening."

"Well, well... really sleepy."

After finally completing the task and feeling relaxed, Sherlock couldn't help yawning big, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He rubbed his sore eyes, let Miller pick him up, and walked all the way back to the bedroom.

Miller put Sherlock gently on the bed, then lay down on it, hugging him from behind.

This was the first time Sherlock had laid down with Miller, the man hugging him, doing nothing but still feeling too close.He twisted his body uncomfortably, trying to push the man's arm away, but also felt that he was suspected of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

He hesitated for a long time, thinking that he should still say thank you.

"Hey." He turned around and poked the man's chest. This man always sleeps without a shirt on, and the hot temperature is transmitted from his fingertips to his whole body without any hindrance. Sherlock doesn't like this feeling, it's too intimate , It was too sensational, "Thank you. You... well, you are a good person."

Miller took his hand and pulled the thin Sherlock into his arms with a light pull.Sherlock writhed uncomfortably, but Miller had him fully contained with just one hand.

"Is that all?" Miller said with a smile.

Sherlock felt that his smile was very malicious, and sure enough, Miller stroked his lips like that day, and the provocative movement made his body tense.

The man said meaningfully: "How about giving me some other compensation?"

Chapters 6-7

Sherlock was so startled that his hair stood on end, he pulled his hand away and said loudly, "You have already taken the reward that day, you are not allowed to kiss me again!"

"That day was the reward for taking you up to the ninth floor, today... well, it's the reward for allowing you to take the book away."

"You...don't! No reward!"

He realized that he was incoherent, so he turned over angrily and expressed his rejection with his back view.

Miller chuckled, his deep and elegant voice was like some kind of magic, just listening to it made Sherlock's heart beat faster.

He approached Sherlock, embraced him in his arms, gently stroked his waist with his big hands, and the warmth from his palms made Sherlock blush.

This man... probably wouldn't want to use force...

Sherlock felt a little apprehensive. If Miller insisted on forcing him, he would be irresistible. He was just betting that he hoped that this man who had taken care of him from the first meeting would respect his wishes gently.At this moment, Sherlock didn't dare to turn his head, fearing that the other party's deep and charming eyes would make him lose himself, it was an abyss that would suck away even his soul.

But immediately, the man's words made Sherlock lose control.

"Little virgin..."

"Who is the little virgin?!"

Sherlock suddenly forgot about his anxiety, forgot how charming those eyes were, and turned around furiously, trying to grab the man's skirt, but found that the man was naked. In the end, he could only grab the man's hair viciously and pull him in front of him. , stared at the other party with the most fierce eyes, and said angrily: "You are a virgin! I am not!"

Miller couldn't help laughing, "You still say it's not? When I kissed you that day, your reaction was so jerky. You can tell that you have no experience at all... Could it be your first kiss?"

Sherlock's neck was red with anger, "It's not the first kiss! I, I have kissed a lot of people!"

Hearing this, Miller's blue eyes instantly turned dark blue and gloomy like the deep sea, but he returned to his smile in the blink of an eye, as quickly as if the change was just an illusion.

Miller joked: "Little virgins, don't be stubborn."

"I'm not a virgin!" Sherlock gritted his teeth in hatred.

Miller laughed. "Your body is so clean, and your reaction is so jerky, you can tell that you have never been hugged by a man."

Sherlock was completely enraged, he threw himself on Miller, grabbed the man's shoulder and growled, "Why should I be hugged by a man? I can't hug a woman?"

The man raised his eyebrows, with a look of doubt on his face, saying: You can tell by looking at it that someone hurts you.

Before Sherlock roared again, Miller had already pressed him into his arms, stroked his back gently, and said softly and ambiguously, "Little virgin, let me be your first man."

"You──" Sherlock was at a loss for words for a while, he found that if a person insists on being shameless, he is invincible!

Frustrated, he rolled over the man and back on the bed, covering his head with the blanket.Miller hugged him again, buried his head on his neck, and even bit his skin lightly. The slight sting made Sherlock push him unhappily.

"Don't touch me, I hate one-night stands." Sherlock mumbled, he hated this kind of thing that was only for a moment of pleasure.

"Then stay with me."

"I don't like the joke."

"This is not a joke." Miller's tone was very serious.

Sherlock peeked out from under the quilt, stared at him for a while, then sneered suddenly, and said lightly, "Guardian Knight and Necromancer—don't you think this combination is ridiculous?"

After hearing this, Miller didn't force him anymore, and didn't say any more sweet words. He just stroked his body lightly, like a caress, or like an adult comforting a beloved child.

Although the subsequent conversation was unpleasant, Miller's touch still made Sherlock feel very comfortable, and he fell asleep in the man's arms in a daze. When he woke up, it was already the next night up.

"I should go." Looking outside, Sherlock sat up in bed.

Miller didn't seem to have any intention of keeping him, which made Sherlock feel that the request made by the other party last night—or this morning—was just a whim.

Miller asked him to wear a priest's attire to follow him, and go down through a certain passage that he didn't know, which was said to be used exclusively by the high-ranking members of the Holy See. When he went out, he was already at the back door of the library.

Then Miller led Sherlock through a deserted temple group, and then through a garden and woods, until a wall appeared in front of the two of them. The unique white stone bricks of the Holy See let Sherlock know that he was already outside the Holy See. .

"Crossing this wall, you will be out of the scope of the Holy See, and then you can go out freely." Miller said, "There are also woods outside, you can hide your clothes in the woods, and when you come next time Just come in from here."

Sherlock looked at him, feeling suddenly sad for some reason.

Miller seemed to know his mood, smiled slightly, stepped forward to hold him in his arms, and gently kissed him on the lips, without lust.

"Welcome to play again next time."

"No!" Sherlock turned his head stubbornly, glanced at the man, then turned and walked over the wall.

When his aura completely disappeared outside the mountain, Miller turned back to the library, sat at the desk, and meditated on his elbows.

"Is it a demon?" Miller muttered to himself, and after a while, he wrote a note with a pen, then took out a metal box from the drawer, and put the note in it.The lid was closed, and a magical light flashed across the surface of the box.

The Vilas Empire has stood in the northern part of the Migsia continent for nearly a thousand years. Although there are constant wars with its neighboring country, the Finnish Empire, and it faces a large-scale attack by orcs every few years, this ancient empire has never fallen.

And now, the empire is in its new heyday. Even if there are rumors that the orcs are about to attack, this news is not very important to the nobles of the imperial capital Pei Ze—anyway, no matter how hard the orcs fight, they will not hit Pei. Ze.

In the aristocratic area full of mansions, a low house made of wood and bamboo is out of place with the surrounding tall mansions.If this house is a commoner's home, then others may call it simple, but if it is the residence of a peak magister, then people will call it: oriental style.

Not long after the gray-robed man stood still at the door, a strong man came out.

"Master Saiyan?" The man was slightly taken aback when he saw the gray-robed man, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would come. Please come in quickly, let the villain report."

The gray-robed man was not polite, and asked, "Where is Xiu?"

"In the study, but..." the man hesitated, "Master and Young Master Su are together..."

"Su?" The gray-robed man repeated in a low voice, as if thinking of something, the corner of his mouth curled up in a strange arc, "Take me there."

"But……"

"It's nothing, take me there."

"This...is! Saiyan-sama, please."

From a distance, one could see that the door of the study room was open, and there was a vague panting, and the corners of the gray-robed man's mouth turned even higher.

The man looked at the gray-robed man with some embarrassment, but the gray-robed man just pouted at him, motioning him to report immediately.The man could only stand at the door, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "Master, Lord Saiyan is here."

The noise in the room stopped suddenly, and the gray-robed man grinned and showed his white teeth, and said gloatingly, "Sorry, Xiu, I interrupted your good business!"

He stepped forward past the poor servant standing at the door, glanced around the study room, and saw that his friend was pressing a cute boy under him. The man's handsome face was stiff at the moment, and his lust and anger alternated. , His face turned blue and white.

The young man opened a pair of dazed gray-blue eyes, noticing that the situation had changed, Bai Nen's body twisted and twisted, like a soft white silkworm, came out from under the man.

"Damn it!" Xiu said angrily, "Sherlock, can't you come at another time?"

Sherlock laughed twice, "How do I know? Otherwise, I'll be waiting at the door, you continue?"

"Get out!" Xiu cursed at the servant in frustration.The desire on his face gradually faded away, he picked up the boy, dressed him, and called his magic pet—a white tiger, and asked her to take the boy back to the room.

The boy blushed and rode away on the big white tiger. Then Sherlock walked into the study and sat down beside Xiu, comforting him without sincerity: "Don't be so anxious, the future will be long."

Xiu glared at him, and asked angrily, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, hey, you don't have the attitude of begging for help! I risked my life to help you go to the Holy See headquarters to find Yaozi's information, and you actually want to drive me away?"

Xiu smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I almost forgot about it. Tell me, what did you find?"

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, and took out the book that was taken away from the Holy See from the interspatial ring.At this time, the book is wrapped in a transparent ball of light, as if it is held by an invisible hand, quietly suspended in mid-air.

"Isolation barrier?" Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, I took it out from the ninth floor, it has tracking magic, remember to put it in the isolation barrier when you take it out. Also, remember to return it to me after reading it, I have to return it."

"Okay. Thank you."

Xiu put the entire light sphere into his space ring, and took out another bracelet and placed it in front of Sherlock.

"I'll show you something."

"What is this?" Sherlock took it curiously and touched the pattern on the bracelet, "The bracelet of imprisonment?"

This thing is used to limit Yaozi's talent... But thinking of that boy, Sherlock immediately understood, "It was taken from Su, right? Why are you giving me this? Hey, you don't mean to use this for me." As a reward? That’s not acceptable, although this item is rare, it’s useless for me to take it.”

"Of course not." Xiu laughed, moved a little closer, pointed to a pattern on the inside of the bracelet and said, "Look at this!"

Sherlock squinted his eyes and took a closer look. It seemed to be a sign. The two snakes were intertwined. The heads of the snakes separated to the two sides and formed a semicircle. The snake head on the left spit out flames, and the snake head on the right spit out a small sword. Symbolizes magic and martial arts.

"Hmm... two-headed snake?" Sherlock was puzzled, "Which family's coat of arms is this?"

"I don't know, this is the second thing I want to ask you. I asked some old guys from the Magic Guild, but no one seems to know. I think this may be an organization hidden in the dark world, so I want you to help me find out if there is any news about this pattern in the dark world."

"What is this organization?"

"I don't know, but I suspect...the possibility that this organization is specialized in collecting and controlling Yaozi!"

"Is that so?" Sherlock mused.

Yaozi is a very special kind of life form.They look like ordinary men, but they can marry men and conceive and have children.However, Yaozi is considered unlucky on the mainland, and many Yaozi were dropped to death by their mothers as soon as they were born, which made the already rare Yaozi even rarer.

And Yaozi has many abilities that ordinary people don't have.For example, they all have extremely high talents in magic and martial arts, and they can also improve the talents of others through "coitus", and change the talents of magic and martial arts of newborns in a way called "blessing".

If an evil organization maliciously raises Yaozi, and uses Yaozi's ability to cultivate countless subordinates with powerful talents... After a few years, how terrifying will this organization have?

Sherlock suddenly felt that what Xiu wanted to investigate was not only about Su's past, but also a huge conspiracy!

Now he hesitated a little, this matter is easy to say but very troublesome to do, he prefers to study magic than these trivial things, and Xiu is about the same age as himself, but he has already stood at the pinnacle of magic, and he He is still just a mediocre little mage, which makes him dare not waste time doing these insignificant things, but Xiu is his good friend...

The repair figure saw his concerns, smiled slightly, and raised his hand to take out countless magic materials and put them on the table. "Sherlock, I know this is very troublesome, it will take up a lot of your time, and delay your practice. So I found some good magic materials and gave them to you. I heard that you are doing experiments with golden skulls recently, right? I Think this will help you."

Sherlock scratched his head in embarrassment, wanting to refuse the gift from his friend, but his peripheral vision casually glanced over those, and the thought of voluntary help disappeared immediately.

"Mythril? Keel? The blood of a deep-sea mermaid? What is it? Silver, teardrop-shaped, with golden lines on the surface──these are the tears of a fairy! Where did you get it? You must have tricked a fairy into letting her Cry for you? You bastard, you hide so many good things and don’t tell me!”

Sherlock almost threw himself on those materials. These magic materials are not only "not bad", but any of them will make people lose their fortunes and they may not be available!He stared at these things closely, his eyes sparkled, wishing he could get these things into his pocket immediately.

Xiu smiled and said, "This is your compensation for me going deep into the Holy See and almost selling myself to survive."

Sherlock froze for a moment, his face collapsed, "Hey, who sold himself to survive!"

Xiu looked teasingly, and pointed to his neck.

Sherlock was startled, touched his neck subconsciously, and suddenly remembered the faint sting when Miller kissed his neck the night before he left—damn it, it must have left a hickey!He blushed, snorted coldly, and was no longer polite, and put all the treasures on the table into his interspatial ring.

Seeing this, Xiu smiled even more.

Sherlock pouted, "Just wait, I'll help you find out! But let's make it clear first, if you don't find out something, you won't be refunded!"