Chapter 60: The Magician on the Black Tower 10

Silvia never simply judged a thing, so when a terrible guess came out of her heart, her face did not show at all, she returned to the black tower with a calm face, and waited for Lansa to continue. To study his formation, she took the crow into the kitchen and the door closed.
"Little crow, tell me Lanza, when he went out three months ago?"
The crow squeezed its wings by her and squeaked.
"At what time of the month, tell me, eh?"
Seeing her smiling expression, the crow couldn't help but tremble, "Gah... almost, it's this time... Ga."
At this time, the end of the month? From here to the city of Salo, it takes about four days to drive on the wagon of the dead, and it happens to be the day when the pilgrimage meeting she is going to attend to the city of Salo. This is also a coincidence? Silvia let go of the crow and continued to smile, "Little crow, have you ever heard Lansar say the name'Sylvia'?"
The crow tilted his head and thought, "No wow~"
No? Could it be that she thought wrong? Silvia condensed her eyebrows and pointed her finger at the handrail. No, there are too many things wrong. According to the crow, Lansa suddenly stopped going out three months ago and began to study the resurrection formation without eating or sleeping. She now knows that she died three months ago. When she was brought back by Lansa, Lansa ignored her meaning and only used her as a material. But since she revealed her identity, Lansa has been very tolerant of her.
Yes, after she revealed her identity, Lanza cleaned up the blueprints of the resurrection formation, and did not study it anymore. Now she has studied the bright magic array instead. Why no longer worry about studying the resurrection magic circle? Silvia was very strange about this question before, but now if her guess is correct, then you can reverse it. The reason Lansa is not in a hurry is because the person he wants to resurrect does not need him to come back to resurrection.
In other words, it was her who Lanza wanted to resurrect.
Is it really possible? Lansa holds affection for her or something similar?
Silvia didn’t think about it in this direction before, because it’s so ridiculous. She is the Holy See’s Saint of Light and Lansa’s enemy. Not long ago, the light knights who came to encircle Lansa still used her name. Here, and before that, she had never seen Lanza. If she was Lansa, then facing such an enemy's "saint", I am afraid that she would have been dealt with long ago, and she would never like it.
Silvia was taken aback. Yes, they are enemies. It's fine if Lansa doesn't kill her. After all, she thinks she still has some usefulness, but is it really necessary for her to be so good?
Closing her eyes, Silvia pressed her forehead, thinking about the scenes of getting along with Lansa these days. In the end, she temporarily came up with an unsure answer—Lanza really admired her.
There are many people who love Silvia, because she is not only the incarnation of the God of Light in the world, but also the first beauty. No one can take away her brilliance by standing in front of her, so there is never a shortage of people who like her. There are many crazy magicians among her admirers. In the first two years alone, hundreds of people were arrested for trying to get into the Holy See to see her, including many dark magicians.
But if Lanza also liked her, it would be too surprising. Maybe she should test it out, if it's true, then it's...so funny.
Silvia smiled meaningfully.
Lansa completed his magic circle to guide the sun. He slept on the bed after a long absence last night, but couldn't fall asleep. He wanted to get up and continue to study, and was afraid to quarrel with Silvia to rest. Continue to organize those messy magic circles in my mind. With the goddess as motivation, Lansa felt that his brain was extremely active, and soon formed a suitable formation.
Now he tried a little bit and successfully gathered the light from the top of his head with a piece of paper, showing a satisfied expression.
When Silvia walked out of the kitchen, she saw Lanza overturning magic materials there. Some magic materials were not commonly used, and they were all placed in the boxes and pressed underneath, and Lanza was looking through those boxes now.
He rolled up his sleeves and took out the same things, several large bottles of colorful potions, and various elemental spars. He was very serious when doing things. Silvia didn’t call him, so he would be immersed in his own world and would not notice her. This is also the case. Lansa was holding those things, muttering words, and floating around him Drawing the blueprint of the complex magic circle, he glanced at it from time to time.
Just walked out of the black tower, Silvia followed him out together, and finally leaned against the door.
And Lansa walked out holding things, observed the environment around the black tower, walked around to measure the distance, after determining the location, he chanted a short spell and raised his right hand.
The dirt beside him seemed to be arched, all turned up. As he walked, the large circle of soil outside the black tower turned up. It was a precise and round circle. Then he went around in the circle. It seemed illogical to move around, but in Silvia's eyes, she could see that it was a magic circle. Lansa drew a magic circle with the black tower as the center.
Soon, a magic circle drawn on the ground appeared. After Lanza took the last step, he picked up a large bottle of potion and fell down the small ditch that was turned over. The colored potion became blood red as soon as it was poured into the soil. The red liquid with a faint fragrance filled the entire magic circle. Lanzar picked up a few congruent crystal stones and let them float and land in thirteen corners. .
In an instant, the entire magic circle glowed with blue light, the red in the gully burned, and the flame was blue. When the flames extinguished, the potholes on the ground disappeared, and the ground was as flat as the soil that had not been turned up before.
Lansa squatted on the ground and squeezed a handful of soil, felt it, and repeated the behavior just now, walking around and drawing a huge magic circle, but this time the magic circle was different from the previous one.
Silvia found out that he was doing a complex combination of overlapping magic circles. This kind of superimposed magic circle was difficult, but Lansa seemed to be very simple to do it. He didn't even pause. He stacked seven magic circles in a row. The last one was particularly complicated. Silvia looked at it and couldn't help sighing. It really deserves to be a magister level, and this kind of ability talent, except for the undead old man of the archbishop. , She really hadn't seen another one who could compare with Lansa, and even herself could only admit defeat.
But this is also normal, most of her time is devoted to enjoyment. It is also true that life is meaningless if it is not enjoyed in time. Apparently Lansa is a completely different person from her.
Silvia was distracted for a while, Lanza's formation was completely completed.
A loud bang attracted Silvia's attention. She looked up, and suddenly a purple thunder fell from the thick clouds above the black tower. As the purple thunder disappeared, those thick clouds Suddenly it dispersed around, as if some invisible force churned out a big hole from the clouds, allowing sunlight to shine through the hole.
This scene is interesting. This wasteland is always overcast with clouds, but now, the area around the black tower, including the black tower, can shine on the sun. The sun's rays fell in a circle on the ground, and the reflection of the black tower just fell under Lansa's feet.
Lanza finally noticed that his goddess was standing there and looking at him for a while. He was irradiated by the sun and found that he was not wearing a cloak, and he was immediately uncomfortable. Without a cloak in the sun, it was almost as if he was not wearing clothes. He quickly stepped forward and walked into the shadow of the black tower, his eyes moved left and right, and said, "Before... the tower was too dark."
"Now, what do you think?"
Silvia looked at Lanza who was so far away from her and spoke so quietly, and she suddenly confirmed her previous guess. Lansa really liked her.
Otherwise, why did he do this? He is a dark magician who is not used to the sun.
It is said that Lansa, the dark magister with a weird temper and cruel temper, has been living in the dark tower without seeing the sun, but looking at the dark tower now bathed in sunlight, Silvia has some strange emotions inexplicably .
Lansa stood there, with the dirt in one hand, his eyes still looking at the ground, and he was a little nervous after hearing the goddess speaking for a long time. Silvia doesn't like it? He raised his head and glanced at the Black Tower, then lowered his head. Indeed, the black tower is too old, how can it be compared with the solemn and magnificent Holy See.
He subconsciously wiped the dirt on his hands with his sleeve.
Sylvia saw his movements and suddenly stepped forward, took his hand and wiped the dirt off it.
I can't bear to wipe my hands with clothes.
"It looks good, it lights up all at once, and if you can open a few more windows, you don't need to light candles inside." Silvia said, seeming to touch Lanza's palm unintentionally.
"Open the window?" Lanza repeated dumbfounded, and then realized that this was a request from the goddess, and immediately nodded busy, "Okay, open the window."
Silvia put down his hand and thought, this performance really liked me, but I touched his hand, why didn't he react at all? For example, happy and excited?
She walked into the tower while thinking, Lan Za followed her for a few steps, saw her palm, she was taken aback, and smiled like a watered flower. The goddess just wiped his hands! Glancing at the back in front of her, she didn't mean to look back, quietly raised her palm to smell it, and immediately put it down.
Well, it's fragrant.
Silvia entered the room and Lansa followed, but he was jumping around with a rabbit in his heart. He didn't pay attention to his feet. An unsteadily staggered a few steps forward and took Sylvie who was walking in front of him. Ya fell to the ground.
"Well."
Suddenly, Silvia thought to herself that Lansa would be quite straightforward. She thought that the other party didn't reveal her thoughts a word in the past few days. She was embarrassed. It seems that it is not the case now. This was the first time in her life that she was crushed under her body.
She was thinking about whether Lanza couldn't help coming straight, and she felt lighter. Turning his head and looking around, he saw Lanza get up panicked, and tremblingly helped her up again, raising her hand to take a picture of the dirt on her skirt.
Silvia didn't understand him a little bit, and shook her head to indicate that she was coming. Then she saw Lanza withdraw his hand and said "I'm sorry" in a daze, then he ran out without looking back.
Silvia patted her skirt: "..." What are you running?