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After hastily burying Neil, Willie and Sean immediately went to the valley and returned to Fast.

With Neal's memory, it seems that capturing John will become a piece of cake.

The abandoned temple in the valley is the place where they agreed to meet. This place was originally one of the largest temples of the Holy See of Ogg 500 years ago.

The griffins carried them into the sky, and the mountains and rivers under their feet had a panoramic view.Viri turned his head, but couldn't see the temple hidden in the valley.At the end of the canyon is a magnificent snow-capped mountain, and Wei Li seems to see the scene he saw on the watchtower a few days ago.

The sky and the mountain peaks are all in the color of red, the clouds wrap around the mountainside, and the endless misty forest is also stained with a layer of red.

In a daze, a majestic city suddenly appeared among the clouds.

The city is built with a high wall, and the azure clouds deftly hold it up.Willie couldn't believe his eyes. He lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. When he looked up again, there was nothing behind the clouds. There was no city there.

Only a falcon rides the wind and skims across the sky, leaving traces passing through the clouds.

Sean was surprised: "What are you looking at?"

"I saw..." Willie hesitated, "a city."

……

"Neil, Neil, wait for me!"

After the lecture, Neil walked out of the monastery quickly, holding the parchment.It was dusk, and after a day of heavy study, he was already exhausted, and he just wanted to go back and have an early rest.

The companions in robes were also hurrying, gathering together in twos and threes, discussing what they learned today in a low voice.

Neil stopped and looked back suspiciously: "Abel? What's the matter?"

The person who called his name was about the same age as him, but his appearance was much more delicate than him, and he was pleasing just by looking at his face.

Abel raised a smiling face: "Can I borrow your notes to copy? The teacher talked too much today, and I couldn't remember all of them." His hair was slightly curly, neatly draped behind him, and it was a beautiful dark brown. Gold as sweet as honey in the evening.

"Okay, which part do you want?" Neil spoke softly, his eyebrows trembling slightly, "I can give you that part of the paper, and return it to me after copying."

"Okay." Abel said confidently, "I copied it very quickly."

"Which paragraph do you want?"

"I was distracted while listening to the part about the fallen bishop." Abel mumbled, "The priest said that the test will be taken tomorrow. Really, what is there to understand about this period of history."

Neil pursed his lips, forced a smile, and lowered his head to pull out a piece of parchment.

The handwriting on the paper is neat, each letter is long and straight, without a single stroke, and even looks a little immature.

Abel glanced quickly: "How do you remember it so seriously? I don't think it sounds good."

"The defection of the fallen bishop Ignace directly caused the power of the Holy See to shrink, and more than a dozen saints of the Holy See were lost, and they have been in a state of collapse for nearly a hundred years." Neil frowned, and stretched out his hand to take back the parchment, "You didn't listen carefully to what the priest said. , if you think there is nothing nice to hear, then give it back to me."

"I was wrong," Abel hugged the parchment in his arms with a playful smile, and stepped back deftly. "You and John are nothing alike except for their looks."

Neil's face turned cold: "Please don't make such comparisons casually."

Abel immediately shut up, not daring to touch his bad luck again. After returning to Neil's room, he immersed himself in writing notes quickly. Once he finished writing, he thanked him and ran away in a hurry.

With a straight face, Neil rearranged the parchment with blunt movements.

The sky outside has completely darkened. Looking out from the window, not far away is the gorgeous main building of the monastery.There are people shaking in the bell towers on both sides. When praying at night, the dull bells will ring. Listening to the bells and praying is like hearing the voice of God.

After Neil washed up, he reviewed the spells he learned today before falling asleep.

He blew out the oil lamp, and the moonlight poured into the house like water. The moonlight and tree shadows mixed together, like a weird abstract painting.

Neil closed his eyes, and the voice of the teaching priest sounded again in his mind.

"In the 500th year of the new calendar, Ignace, who was the archbishop in red at the time, rebelled against the Holy See, wounded 17 bishops, and degenerated into a necromancer. The Pope was furious and ordered thousands of people to search for the whereabouts of the fallen bishop, and brought him back to the Holy See for further investigation. Judgment."

"The fallen bishop Ignace betrayed Ogg and failed the Pope's trust. He is a heresy that people despise. Anyone who sees him in the Holy See should be punished. This is God's will."

"Fallen Bishop, Ignas." Neil murmured softly, "Why don't I think his views are wrong?"

Priests and necromancers are all for the purpose of researching and exploring the essence of life and death. They just put a name on them at random to distinguish them artificially.

Everyone spoke uprightly, saying that necromancers use human corpses for research, which is very abominable.But the priest can also dissect the corpse, so what is the difference between him and the necromancer?

Now all traces of the necromancer have disappeared, and the fallen bishop Ignas is the most colorful stroke in the existence of the necromancer.In a few days, he will exchange with John and go undercover to the Greenland Empire. If he has the opportunity, he may get more information about the Necromancer.

Neil made some calculations before falling asleep with a heavy heart.

……

When eating breakfast, Willie's eyes were black and blue, obviously he didn't sleep well at night.

Sean swallowed the poached egg in his mouth, frowned and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"When I was sleeping and dreaming, I was pulled into Neil's memory," Willie yawned with his mouth covered in sleepiness. "This has never happened before."

The magic of reading memory is that reading is dominated by people. This kind of immersive experience of falling into memory is usually only once.When in memory, everything that happens around is too real, which often confuses the reader's senses, makes the reader lose his identity, sinks into other people's memory, and can never wake up again.

Sean put down his knife and fork, and asked worriedly, "Is there a problem with Neil?"

"Well," Willie rubbed his forehead, "Things seem a bit complicated, this Neil...he is both John and not John."

"What do you mean?"

"He and John are twins, and the Holy See deliberately let them go undercover in Greenland, one for a year, until they graduate," Willie said in a low voice, staring at the poached eggs on the dinner plate, "No wonder I used to say that I would have delusions , John is weird, and occasionally his speech and behavior will change."

Sean scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, took a sip after blowing it cool, and said, "Didn't you say that the color of their eyes is different?"

"In Neil's memory, his eye color is the same as John's." Willy shook his head, "Looking at it now, eye color cannot be judged. There are too many weird things about this matter. John and Neil agreed to meet in that temple. We met, but John didn't show up, with Neil's cautious character, how could he die rashly under the magic circle of the temple."

The memory of "John" in the past ten years or so came to my mind again, and the bits and pieces that I hadn't noticed before became clear at this time.John was eccentric, but he never thought about changing people.

In the first year, John's personality was mediocre, and his homework couldn't find any highlights. Every time he looked at John, John would hang his head and look gloomy.Viri naturally had no interest in making friends with him.

In the second year, John suddenly started to study hard. Although he still looked gloomy, his seriousness in homework was completely different from before.

It was the unique insights into swordsmanship in his article that made Viri notice this ordinary, short boy.

He began to point out John specifically, helping him find out the deficiencies in sword skills, and learn some of the simplest spells to supplement the deficiencies in sword skills.

Viri had just left the army not long ago, and he still had a trace of military habits on him, saying what he said, not as gentle as he is now.John digested it well, and Willy was strict with him, even to the point of being critical, but he accepted everything without complaining.

When John graduated, it was Willy who put his own crown on him.

Every teacher has a laurel crown, which can be given to his most proud student at the graduation ceremony.

Willie chose John.

He remembered that the weather was fine that day, the birds were chirping on the branches, and the college was very lively.John shaved off his bangs for the first time, exposing his smooth forehead, standing upright in the queue of graduates, his eyes shining in the sun.

Viri walked up to him without hesitation and crowned him.

John laughed, and his usual gloomy temperament became cheerful. Holding the laurel crown, he whispered, thank you Mr. Haydn.

Afterwards, he also crowned many students with laurel crowns. The memory of John's laurel crowns was covered and faded with the passage of time.

Thinking about it now, the John at that time, I am afraid that from the second year onwards, he has become this Neil who died on the cross.

He trusted his eyes so much that he couldn't tell the difference between the two Johns.

"He probably died there on purpose," Viri covered his eyes and pressed the red corners of his eyes, "just to let me read his memory."

Sean: "Did you tell him about the magic of reading memories?"

"Well," Viri said in a hoarse voice, "his magic talent is mediocre. To encourage him, I use myself as an example. You know, my magic talent is also very poor."

"He is your most proud student."

Willie drank a glass of wine, "Yeah."

Maybe it was in the past, since he can forget it, it means that he doesn't value John, or Neil very much.

When Andrea said he laughed hypocritically, he panicked briefly.

This girl's eyes are too vicious, and she can see through his gentle appearance at a glance, making him afraid of being seen through.

"John" disappeared, in every sense of the word.

Viri shook his head, telling himself not to think about these messy past events.He cleared his throat, and put his mind back to business: "There is one more thing, about Necromancer Stoke."

Sean finished the rest of his breakfast and was wiping his mouth with a napkin when he suddenly heard the words thrown by Viri, and quickly asked, "Is this Neil really related to the messenger?"

"Not only does he have a relationship with the envoy, but to be precise, the entire Holy See of Ogg has a relationship with the envoy." Willie stared into Sean's eyes, "He used to be the cardinal of the Holy See."

"Later, he betrayed the Pope, broke with the Holy See, concealed his identity, and transformed himself into a Necromancer. The Holy See regarded him as a heretic and called him a fallen bishop."

"..." Sean choked for a moment, "The archbishop in red? You didn't tease me?" The archbishop in red is second only to the pope, and even a strong contender for the next pope. Why can't he think about defecting?

"What am I kidding you about," Willie said, "and his name is Ignace."

Sean joked: "Isn't his name Ignace Stoke?"

"Coincidentally, that happens to be my lover's name," Willie said flatly, "Ignace Stoke."

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