Chapter 56: The Magician on the Black Tower 6

Silvia waited and waited but didn't see anyone back, so she decided to go to sleep. No matter how big things are, it can’t affect sleep and is bad for skin.
The lady of the saint adjusted the potion for skin care and fell asleep at ease. After she fell asleep, the door of the black tower was quietly opened with a small slit, and the owner of the black tower revealed a pair of purple like a thief. Beautiful eyes, staring into the tower. He didn't hear any movement, he walked in step by step with his heart in his heart, and water dripped from his hair and clothes, leaving obvious water stains wherever he walked.
Lan Sa had been alone outside for a long time, and the flowers in his heart blossomed into an endless ocean. Sitting at the root of the wall under the rain and smiling at a pile of bones for a long time, he barely recovered a little sense.
He couldn't stay outside all the time, he wanted to go in and face Silvia, the man he regarded as a goddess. He had always wanted to resurrect her since he knew about Silvia's death three months ago, but he did not expect that she had been resurrected in someone else's body and brought back by him. Just thinking about it, he felt at a loss and couldn't speak normally, he just wanted to turn around and run away.
He does like Silvia very much, but this kind of like is invisible and has a long distance. He is not good at communicating with people, and is even more afraid of seeing the moonlight in his heart so close. He looked at Silvia from a distance for so many years, but never thought of getting close to her, let alone one day they would get along alone. Subconsciously, Lansa began to bite her hand that had been drenched in the rain with anxiety, and gnawed off her long nails.
When he calmed down, the nails of both hands were almost eaten by him. Lansa didn't pay attention to his nails, he sneaked back into the tower with a mood like a thief. He thinks that his current image is really terrible, he hasn't taken care of himself for so long, what would Silvia think of him?
When I think about it, I feel even more afraid to come back. Lansa had to calm down several times a minute before he could continue thinking. The result of his thinking was to take a shower and change clothes quickly, so he plucked up the courage to come in again.
Quietly in the black tower, the crow was asleep, but the dim light from the corner did not go out. Lansa stared at the light nervously, for fear that Silvia was still awake and accidentally kicked a book under her feet and made a little noise.
Lanza froze immediately, held his breath and waited for a while, then slowly relaxed without hearing a sound, and crossed the messy road lightly. The place in the middle was too close to Silvia's corner, and Lanza did not dare to go there, and climbed over the mountain of books piled high on one side. He walked this part of the road in fear, his footsteps were vacant, and his palms became tense and cold.
He was thinking about where his clean clothes were. The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't remember anything. He didn't live very well alone, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with things messed up, but now he looked at the messy scenes in front of him, and he suddenly felt terrified.
He put Silvia here for such a long time! Such a place where there is no light at all, such a messy place! No, he has to clean up this place... No, this tower is so broken and just rebuild it. No more than rebuilding, he should buy a palace. The palace does not seem to be very good, otherwise he will grab the Holy See's Temple of Light After returning, the saint should live in such a bright, holy, solemn and gorgeous place! How can you live in such a dark, chaotic, remote place with nothing? !
There is an archbishop in the Holy See, there are twelve bishops, countless magicians, and tens of thousands of knights of light. When he thinks about how to grab the temple of light and move the temple here, the archbishop may not be able to deal with it. , But others still have a way. Lanza thought about it halfway and bit her wrist severely.
If he went to the Holy See to harm those people, the gentle and kind Silvia would be angry and sad, and he could not do that.
What is he doing now? Yes, take a bath. Where's his clothes? Lanza sneaked around looking for her wet clothes, ramming around like a headless fly. I panicked and caught the books that had fallen from the pile of books several times, and finally found out his clothes from under the pile of books. Lanzar found that the clothes were all dirty, and even sweat was coming out in a hurry. .
Magic magic, what magic can make these dirty clothes clean and new? Lansa had never studied this kind of magic before, but his talent was too high. After having this idea, he quickly tried a combination in his mind and completed a new magic spell in three times. Smooth as new magic.
Holding clean and brand-new clothes, Lansa walked to the bathroom, passing by that corner of Silvia, Lansa vaguely saw a person lying on the bed behind the curtain, her breathing was relieved a lot, and her waist couldn't help it. Bend down.
After bending the cat into the bathroom, Lansa quickly closed the door and took a heavy breath. But when he turned his head, he was flashed by his extremely changing bathroom. Such a clean bathroom was obviously made by Silvia.
I even asked her to tidy up such a messy bathroom, and Lanza hit the wall with her head. There was a sudden slap under his feet, which shocked Lan Sa. He looked down and found that a potion bottle fell off the shelf and broke, and the transparent liquid inside gave off a faint fragrance.
Lansa remembered that when she was the closest to Silvia, she had smelled this familiar smell on her, and only she had this smell. So this is Silvia's thing, he overturned her thing! Lanza stared at the debris on the ground in horror, and couldn't help holding his head and slamming the wall.
There was a burst of crackling, and the remaining bottles on the shelf fell off.
Lansa: "..."
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! How to do? ! Throwing the clothes aside, Lanza squatted on the ground and picked up the broken bottles, carefully distinguishing the remaining potions inside.
"Snake flower grass, Jin Xingzi, hornbeam powder, purple bean juice..." Recognizing all the same, Lanza secretly opened the door and ran near the work table, and began to try to make this medicine.
He is a genius, so this process is not too difficult for him. He tried dozens of times and tried out the most correct formulation and dosage. He also made a lot of them. They were bottled and transferred to the bathroom. . Placing the medicine bottles carefully, Lan Sa didn't dare to exert any force this time.
He put in the water and prepared to wash himself well. After sitting in the bathtub, he remembered that Silvia might have taken a bath here, and his pale body turned pink. He sat in the bathtub and smoked his head, plunged one end into the water, covering his face, Chiguo's shoulder blades bulged because of this posture, like two wings about to grow out of the skin.
The man who took off his clothes and sat in the bathtub was very thin. His legs and waist were extraordinarily thin. His long black hair was draped messily on his back and fell into the water. Transparent drops of water slid down his spine. It is particularly conspicuous on the skin.
When he was almost suffocating in the water, Lansa raised his head. He hesitated when he saw the medicine he had just made. He held his mouth and looked at the door with a guilty conscience. He took a bottle and shook his hands. Two drops in the water.
He held up the water and smelled it, as if he could smell Sylvia's body, and his amethyst-like eyes shone with the sun's rays. He suddenly got into the water and let the warm water surround himself. This suffocation is like his current mood. The slender palm was printed on his chest, and the heartbeat inside seemed to be suddenly injected with boundless vitality.
Unexpected happiness, countless fear.
The next day was a rare good weather, without rain. But the location of the black tower is really bad, even if it doesn't rain, the weather is gloomy, which is in line with the identity of the dark magician.
Silvia sat up from the bed, yawned, and walked out on the carpet with bare feet. Suddenly, her movements stopped.
The first thing she saw was Lanza with her back facing her. He changed into a black shirt and wore a collar of the same color. His pants completely outlined his waist and legs. His legs were long and straight. Also wearing delicate leather boots.
His long black hair was draped behind him. When he raised his hand and put the book in his hand on the bookshelf, his body stretched out very smoothly and beautifully. The light shone on his thin and thin wrist and his hand with obvious joints. Above, it reminded Silvia of her favorite set of white porcelain from the East, with a clear and fragile beauty.
What I noticed at the second glance is this black tower that looks much neater. The books that were messy yesterday are now all properly placed on the many bookshelves that appeared on the wall. They have been placed on the wall a few meters high, and the whole tower suddenly appears empty and clean.
Although I don't know why Lansa suddenly organized things, Sylvia thought it was pretty good when I saw this scene early in the morning.
When Lansa turned her head and revealed her face that was more beautiful than yesterday, Silvia felt better, and for a moment she felt that even if the person in front of him did not agree to cooperate with her, she would not be angry at all because he was so beautiful. , How can she be embarrassed and angry.
Among so many men that Silvia had met, she felt that Lansa would rank first in terms of face. Body shape can't be ranked first, a little thinner.
"Good morning, Mr. Lansa." Silvia greeted friendly.
Lanza almost missed the book in his hand, screaming in his heart and ran away, fleeing here. But the feet have their own consciousness and are firmly nailed to the ground. He wanted to talk, but his lips seemed to be glued, and he couldn't open it. He wanted to look away and look elsewhere, but he couldn't move it anyway.
All this is different in Silvia's eyes. She didn't speak when she saw Lanza, standing there holding a book, her eyes were deep and she looked over, and her heart suddenly shuddered.
Lanza was so talkative, but he was a dark magister after all. No matter how simple such a person is, she can't let her guard down. What does Lansa's unpredictable expression mean?
Silvia couldn't feel the hostility, but his expression was too scary to be friendly. Silvia thought, maybe the conversation that was unfinished yesterday should be taken out now, she can't rest assured if she doesn't know the other person's attitude.
"Mr. Lansa, I want to cooperate with you as Silvia, the saint of light." Silvia said directly and cautiously.
Lansa's nervous communication phobia was guilty again, and he couldn't laugh with a stiff smile, couldn't say anything, and could only nod.
Silvia saw Lan Sa's reserved and nodded head indifferently, but her expression was still a little gloomy, and she suddenly sighed that this man was not as simple as it seemed, and did not show any emotions.
Ranza stiff stone statue: I, I, I want to say something!