Chapter 67: The Magician on the Black Tower 17

"When the unchanging flower of steadfastness opens, when the goddess of light unfolds her skirt, when the silent stars form a galaxy above the temple, when the bird of death draped in the night catches the first snowflake, when the most distant The north wind blows out the flame forest, and I will break through the imprisonment of death and return to you."
"Please live well and wait for my return, my only love, Lennon..."
The gentle female voice seemed weak as if she were chanting, her hand stroked the cheek of the person in front of her, staring at the dark purple eyes of the other person with nostalgia, and then slowly slid her hand over his short black hair.
The man called Lennon was thin and pale, and his beautiful purple eyes were filled with unbearable great grief, reflecting the dying face of a silver-haired woman. He held the lover in his arms carefully, his muffled voice trembled like his hands and lips, "Miranda, I can't wait alone."
The silver-haired and gray-eyed woman held his hand and cast her gaze at the bishops of various faces around her, and finally settled on a man with silver-haired and gray-eyed eyes like herself.
The man with silver hair and gray eyes had a grim face, watching the lovers hugging together, with dangerous engravings floating in his hands.
"Miranda, you shouldn't fall in love with such a humble slave! We are the holy son and holy woman of the Holy See, and the nobles who bear the name of Osmond. What you did has betrayed all of this!" The man in the eye gradually approached, "Although you did something wrong, as long as you are willing to repent and kill this man to repay your sins, God will forgive you."
"I don't need God's forgiveness, because I never feel that I have done something wrong." The silver-haired woman's voice was almost inaudible.
After she finally closed her eyes, the black-haired man hugging her lowered his head and kissed her soft hand deeply, then raised his purple eyes to look at the group of people around him, his eyes gleaming with a cold and crazy light.
"I will not wait, I will take you to together."

Silvia woke up from a chaotic dream, she raised her hand, rubbing her forehead with an ugly expression. Because she hadn't been able to rest for a while, she seemed to have been having a not so wonderful dream last night, causing her to still be immersed in a kind of irritability that cannot be vented.
For her, dreams are not meaningless. They may indicate a lot of things, but what's bad is that when she thinks back now, she can't remember what happened in the previous dream.
The legs moved, and when she encountered another temperature, Silvia was taken aback, and then she raised her eyebrows slightly and lifted the quilt.
The one who slept next to her was naturally Lanza. Silvia couldn't help sighing when she saw his posture. If she didn't pull him well before going to bed at night, she would definitely find that Lansa was huddled in the quilt in the morning when she woke up. It's like a snow squirrel that noble ladies love to raise.
The previous few days she got up every morning and saw Lanza lying there stiffly, not sleeping at all. In these two days, Lansa was finally able to fall asleep, and it became this kind of virtue.
Such a big man with long hands and feet unconsciously burrowed into the quilt when he fell asleep in the middle of the night. When he woke up in the morning, he was surrounded by her thighs, nestled in the middle of the quilt. Silvia also felt very complicated.
Probably because the quilt was opened and felt cold, Lan Sa, who was sleeping there, moved, scratching his hands on the white sheet consciously, and then opened his eyes.
Silvia sat next to him, and happened to meet his purple eyes. At that moment, she suddenly fell into a trance, feeling that something familiar was hidden in her forgotten memory.
"I may have seen you before, but I don't remember." Silvia picked up Lanza's two long black hair and said so suddenly.
As soon as Lansa woke up, she heard such a line without beginning and ending, and she looked at her blankly and did not respond.
Silvia: ...Why did I think this man was unfathomable?
Although it's a bit dull to get along with each other, when it comes to magic and other research, Lansa seems to be a different person, and the whole person is shining with a kind of wisdom. Confident and serious.
Silvia has studied the magic of light system similarly. As long as there is enough light element spar and time, the ability of the great magician can be restored without obstacles. Now that Lansa, the dark magician is by her side, she is not welcome at all. He asked Lansa to learn dark magic.
Regarding the goddess's desire to learn dark magic, Lanza quickly accepted it because he felt that even if the goddess learned the dark magic, she certainly did not do bad things, she was just eager to learn, and it showed that she was right. The Dark Mage had an unbiased attitude. In just an instant, Lansa automatically found the most reasonable interpretation for Silvia's behavior, and silently felt that she loved her more.
So he was very serious, and tried his best to teach Silvia all the dark magic that he knew and studied. Even the words used by their clan were taught to Silvia without reservation. The big magic book that Ben Silvia coveted when she first came, was also delivered to her by Lanzar when she asked to read it.
It's so easy and not challenging at all.
Facing such a man who didn't want anything to give, he was so stupid as to bubbling, Silvia's grunting heart suddenly appeared some troubled mood for the first time. As a dark magister, Lan Sa is so lack of crisis and guard, how did he grow up so safely?
Silvia thought that if she used Lansa to deal with the archbishop and threw him aside, it is estimated that he would not avenge her, and it is more likely that she would leave silently without causing her trouble.
Occasionally, Silvia felt that the man in front of him was such a pitiful and lovely person that she could not understand.
"Don't be distracted. This formation is dangerous. Don't interrupt it when you start to draw, otherwise you will easily eat yourself back." Lanza said harshly: "This magic array is best not to try it lightly in the short term. Look at the effect it will have."
As he said, the movements in his hands never stopped, very smooth and natural.
Silvia nodded to show that she was taught, watching his magic circle take shape intently. The formed magic circle was reflected on the ground. When Lanza withdrew his hand, the magic circle instantly expanded, as if it had been carved on the ground, and then a lot of shaky bones appeared in the tumbling ground, and there were still armor and The weapon and the hollow eyes were filled with faint green flames, and when they all looked over, they felt cold behind their backs for no reason.
"This is the Necromancer Summoning Magic Array. These are only the lowest-level necromancer skeletons. The more advanced the summoned necromancers, the more difficult it is to control. Once you can't control them, you will be swallowed by them." Lanza waved. The magic circle was removed and the dead skeletons were sent back to the ground.
Silvia silently wrote down the magic circle just now, and found a more advanced summoning circle in the dark magic book.
She was thinking about when to try to summon the most advanced necromancer, when she suddenly heard Ranza's tone becoming cautious, "I just didn't have a good tone?"
Silvia knew that he had recovered from that state. It's funny to say, Lan Sa usually doesn't speak loudly to her, and her tone is careful to listen carefully, but since she started learning dark magic with him, every time she entered the state, Lan Sa was extremely serious.
Only afterwards would he realize that his previous tone was wrong, and then weakly asked such a sentence. In a sense, Lansa is still a very responsible teacher.
Silvia smiled at him, "Shall I try to summon an intermediate necromancer?"
Lan Sa frowned, a little disagreeing that she had to do it herself so soon, but she nodded when she saw the expectation in Silvia's expression.
Silvia recalled it, and raised her hand to draw. Her movements were not as smooth as Lansa, but very stable. A magic circle slowly appeared in her hand. But her great magician level hasn't recovered yet. After all, it was a bit difficult. When the last few strokes were left, her movements slowed down. Seeing that the magic circle was about to escape, Lan Za was silent while watching. Reached out and quickly followed Silvia's movements to draw the entire magic circle.
After painting, he retracted his hand and warned Silvia: "This kind of behavior of painting the magic circle is very dangerous, you should not do it."
The middle-level necromancer with blue flames in his eyes came out of the ground, Silvia glanced at Lansa's hand, then rubbed her own right hand, recalling the feeling just now.
It is indeed the dark magic of the Forbidden Curse system, more overbearing than light magic, not as simple as she thought. As a result, Silvia admired Lanza more and more, and she was indeed a man who could become a dark magister. This kind of curse can also be painted.
Silvia: "I really want to see what the most advanced necromancer is like."
Lansa: "The highest-ranking ones are too dangerous. When summoned without an enemy, they might run away."
Silvia looked disappointed, "Oh, then forget it."
Lansa stood upset by the goddess sighed and sighed, and finally silently drew the most complicated and dangerous magic circle in the series, and summoned the highest-level purple necromantic skeleton. There were only three dead souls covered with purple flames. After their faint eyes looked for the enemy and failed to find them, they settled on Lanza who had summoned them, and his teeth made a clicking sound.
After the end of the day's teaching, Silvia recalled the scene where Lansa broke up the three high-level undead, and silently perfected some plans. Lansa's ability is more than she imagined. In this case, maybe the time to solve the archbishop can be pushed forward.
If the archbishop is not removed, she always feels uneasy.
After absorbing the elements of light all afternoon, Silvia subconsciously glanced at Lanza's work place when she was resting, but Lanza, who was supposed to be busy at this time, did not make potions at the table. This is surprising, where would Lanzar go without studying magic to make potions?
Silvia walked out of the black tower to look for Lansa, and saw him as soon as she went out.
He buried his head on the wall of the black tower... planting flowers. Last time she said that the surrounding scenery was too monotonous, and Lansa didn't know where to dig back a few flowers and plant them there, but it was a pity that she died within a day. This is normal, the dark elements here are too heavy, and ordinary flowers and plants are really not suitable for growth.
After the flowers died, Lansa did not see any remedy. Silvia's attention was no longer on the flowers. She thought that Lansa gave up, but now she realized that Lansa not only did not give up, but also Came up with a wonderful way. He arranged the formation of the light system around the black tower, and planted new flowers in it.
It is very difficult to arrange a bright magic circle in a place where the dark elements are shrouded. It is difficult to make the two opposing element fields not repel. Silvia has never seen anyone who would do this. Lansa is the number one. A. However, the dark magician who can use light magic, she only saw this Lansa.
After sorting out the interior of the black tower, Lansa studied how to grow delicate flowers around the black tower. After that, he tossed a dozen windows for the gloomy black tower. A good black tower suitable for a dark magician turned into a bright and beautiful white tower like a princess.