Devil two hundred and five

Although the white crow's face always looks like a dead parent.But it has to be admitted that he still has his own way of working efficiency.White Crow stretched out his hands, put them by his mouth, and folded them into a circle.He blew lightly, and the shattered black shadow flew out from the gap between his hands like a butterfly, sinking into the dark shadow.

Dark magic, the butterfly shadow of investigation.

I raised my eyebrows. It seems that the fact that white crows are more talented than crows is not groundless.Moreover, instructing him to do things is more inexplicably pleasant than crows—probably some kind of pleasure in bullying children.

...It's really bad for me to think about it.

After waiting for half a minute, White Crow opened his eyes, took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, drew a sketch on it, and handed it to me.I took it, and the address marked on it made me raise my eyebrows, how could it be... that's right, there is usually no one in that place.

"Is there anything else?" White Crow asked with a sullen face.

I shook my head, and he disappeared into the shadow by the wall, but I knew that he hadn't actually gone far.But... I couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Although the guarding power of the entire palace is not as good as that of the temple, when will it become enemy personnel who can come and go freely.The crow can also be interpreted as a racial advantage, but the white crow...even the undead can leak in, so let His Majesty the King not save money on it.

With irrelevant things in my mind, I wandered towards my destination.The surrounding light gradually brightened, and the pale marble columns supported the roof.I walked slowly through the promenade, facing a garden full of roses, which had not been taken care of for a long time, and the branches grew chaotically, even interfering with people's walking.

The last time I was here seemed like a distant memory.

I pushed open the door, and the old wooden door made a creaking sound.In front of me, there was indeed a man looking into the distance, the dim light made it difficult to see his face clearly.I subconsciously reached out and picked up the other party's sleeve: "Finally found you, Kevin, do you know that Ami is looking for you?"

"I know." The man was pushed forward by my strength, "...but the question is what does this have to do with me?"

The voice was surprisingly familiar.

My expression froze for a moment, and I scolded the white crow in my heart. I forced a stiff smile on my face: "Your Majesty... why are you here?"

"It's normal for me to be here." His Majesty the King said flatly, he pulled the sleeve out of my hand, and his eyes fell on my fingers inadvertently, "Your question is quite strange."

makes sense.

This palace is the residence where the current His Majesty the King, Zelan Dia, spent his entire childhood. For His Majesty the King, there are probably many unforgettable memories here.Of course, this kind of cognition made me a little bit astonished. In my impression, His Majesty the King is roughly the kind of person who transcends mortals, has a lofty heart to save the world, and has ruthless political skills. He has never allowed himself to fall into weakness. in the memories.

This is the Mingjun that the world expects.

But the strange thing is that my deepest impression of His Majesty the King has always been the purple and blue traces on his white arm when he gently stretched out his hand and flicked away the scarab.

"Francis?"

I recovered slightly from my distraction: "I am here."

"You said Kevin is here?"

"...It should be..." I said uncertainly, but the white crow really claimed so.

His Majesty the King put his hand to his chin and thought for a while, then turned around and took out a lamp holder with a candle from the drawer beside him, and lit it.He held up the lamp base, and the jumping flames shone brightly and darkly on his face.His Majesty said, "Come, I know where he may be."

His Majesty the King is very familiar with this place, and I followed him, and we walked slowly up the narrow spiral staircase.The king pushed open the door on the second floor. This is a relatively small storage room, where all kinds of sundries are gathered to obstruct the view.His Majesty the King casually opened a wardrobe door, and saw a red-haired man roll out of it.

"Long time no see, Kevin." His Majesty the King showed a hearty smile.

Putting this kind of smile on anyone's face will make people feel warm, the only one who can't use it is His Majesty the King - he exudes a kind of feeling that he dares to ask me to clean up the mess for you all the time, why don't you kill yourself earlier of eerie feeling.

I glanced at Kevin with deep sympathy, and the latter shuddered subconsciously.

Kevin Kearns has luscious red hair that covers half of his face on his forehead.He was wearing a dark brown traveling robe, which was a little wrinkled from use.He has a lazy and unmotivated temperament. In fact, it is also Kevin's code of conduct. If you can be lazy, you will be lazy.

Guiltyly, he looked at His Majesty the King with one of his exposed eyes, then staggered and saluted the other party: "Good evening, Your Majesty the King."

"Good evening." The king readily accepted Kevin's tribute. He has a natural aura. No matter how many people are in the field, he will always be the most eye-catching one. "May I know why you it's here?"

"I... I just find a quiet place to take a nap." Kevin replied hesitantly.

His Majesty the King raised his eyebrows: "Here?"

Kevin pretended not to hear the sentence.

I really can't stand the charade between these two people: "Kevin, come with me to meet Ami."

Kevin was taken aback by my words, his face turned pale again, he looked like a ghost.He stammered, "But, I can't go to see him, everyone will kill me..."

"How is it possible? You are companions..."

"What if it's not now?" Kevin looked like he was about to cry, "I'm sorry...I, I broke my holy name relic."

"..."

"..."

My expression almost cracked, the sacred tool that has been fighting against the devil for tens of millions of years is actually broken... Are you making the devil kings of all ages die in peace?Kevin, what kind of combat power do you have in destroying it... I sighed and said to him, "You show it for me to see?"

Kevin's holy name artifact is called the God-stabbing Cone, which is a soul attack weapon. Not only can it directly attack the soul fire of the undead, it can be called the nemesis of the undead, and the biggest magical effect is to allow the user's soul to enter the enemy's body , to become the internal response of the Temple of Light.

Of course, the latter usage has taken on new tactics these days.As long as Kevin is with the enemy, all the enemy personnel will be killed by his bad luck.

Now, only the palm-sized piercing awl lay quietly in Kevin's palm. It was made of light gold, with a layer of red patterns wrapped around its surface, shining in the candlelight.On the surface, there seems to be no problem.I took it out of Kevin's palm, and the holy power of light burned a light pink burn on my finger, but it healed up immediately.

It seems that the holy power is fine...

"It's obviously normal, what's wrong?"

I handed the stinging cone back to Kevin.Kevin glanced at me with a death-defying expression on his face.He took a deep breath and raised the piercing awl. The fist-sized awl emitted a faint flame-shaped holy flame in his hand: "Its problem is actually in the soul transformation...it is no longer Listen to the command, don't believe me!"

A burst of white light erupted from the piercing awl in an instant, and my field of vision was left with nothing but whiteness. This was a very strange feeling. My body seemed to have become weaker, and it was no longer as light and free as it used to be.After a while, the vision became clear again, but the position where I was standing was a certain distance from before.

...It's so strange, I didn't feel the fluctuation of space magic just now.

I turned my head, and there was another me standing beside me, ah, looking at me this way, I am so handsome, with loose black hair, and a pair of deep blood red eyes, the expression staring at me is a bit strange, but this is normal !I'd be surprised if I suddenly saw someone who looked like me next to me.

At this time, Kevin raised the awl and signaled to me: "Your Majesty, the situation is like this. Except for the problem with the soul conversion function, it sometimes works..."

The other "I" next to me made an even weirder expression.I thought I was probably not much better myself, so my face twitched: "What did you call me?"

"Your Majesty the King..." Kevin didn't understand why.

"Who am I?" I reconfirmed without giving up.

"Zelan Dia, the emperor of the Bauhinia Empire..."

"Ze's head." I can't describe the shock of that moment in words, "I'm Pink Francis."

Kevin was dumbfounded.

At this time, the "I" standing beside me also spoke, and he smiled wryly: "Well, I am Zelan."

Kevin hugged his head silently: "Hahaha I didn't mean it, I, this is..."

I know you didn't mean it, you just dragged us down with bad luck.

I ground my teeth, and was about to teach Kevin a good lesson, when suddenly I felt a sweetness in my throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of my throat uncontrollably.This is a drowsy pain that I haven't felt in my twenty years of life... No, even the demon kings of many generations have never felt it.

This kind of pain made my eyes go dark, and I fell straight down facing the ground in a daze.Before the whole world went dark, I saw the panicked faces of Kevin and His Majesty the King.

...It's really annoying, that's obviously my face.