Chapter 63: The Magician on the Black Tower 13

Silvia held the black iris in her hand and walked towards Lansa with a smile in her eyes. Lansa stood there and saw Silvia getting closer and closer. He didn't know why the atmosphere suddenly felt a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it. Faced with Silvia's request, he nodded and said, "Okay."
"What should I do?"
Silvia smiled and did not speak, she was getting closer and closer to Lansa, and when she finally walked in front of him, she stretched out her hand to press Lansa's chest, pressing him back.
When Lansa pressed the opponent's hand on his chest, his heart beat abruptly, and then he involuntarily followed the force of his hand and took two steps back. He tripped under his feet and happened to sit on one of the stalls. Soft chair.
Sitting on the dark green patterned sofa chair inlaid with silver flowers, holding the armrests with both hands, Lansa stared at Silvia in front of her in a daze. His body was still covered in that black robe, which wrapped him tightly, Silvia could only see the half of his face and thin lips under his hood, the outline was like the ups and downs of a mountain.
She stretched out a hand and unbuttoned the black robe that covered Lanza's body, completely revealing the tall but thin body wearing a shirt and trousers, with confused purple eyes and a head. Long black hair.
In the process of untying the black robe, Silvia's hand seemed to inadvertently rubbed Lansa's cheek, and at that moment she clearly noticed Lansa's sudden tremor.
The weather here is very good, the sun is shining, and the heavy woven flower curtains in the room are hung up, leaving only a layer of white lace curtain hanging in front of the window, dimly revealing half of the lush garden outside. In this dim light, the sofa chair next to the window that can see the sun obviously cannot relax Lanza who is used to the darkness.
Of course, the thing that made him unable to relax the most was Silvia's sudden touch. Lansa knew that Silvia would certainly not behave strangely, but probably because he had that kind of feeling in his heart, so he couldn't help but be stunned. In this situation, he couldn't calm down even more. He was fidgeting and almost wanted to escape. If Silvia hadn't stopped him in front of him, he would have escaped now.
The clever Silvia has now figured out what kind of character Lansa is. She sees Lansa subconsciously leaning on the sofa and trying to get away from herself, holding the armrest tightly, and staring at the room freely. At the gate, she knew she could not be too eager, so she squatted down in front of Lansa, held the edge of the sofa chair with one hand, and held the black iris flower in front of Lansa with the other.
"To unlock Lirina's magic, you need a dark magician at least at the level of the great magician to help. Please Mr. Lansa to use the dark elements to absorb all the magic in this flower, and then extract the extracted elemental water Apply it on my face, um, and remember to use dark elements to dispel the residual magic power in this body when applying it."
In Lansa's eyes, Silvia knelt in front of her, her beige skirt spreading on the ground, as clean as a flower. She looked up at him with a smile, her voice soft and smiling, as beautiful as the sun outside now. Maybe this mottled face is not as good as her previous face, but Lanza felt that he was dazzled enough to just smile and talk at her like this.
In Silvia's eyes, Lansa was startled for a while, then raised his hand to take the flower, and followed her instructions stupidly. He looked indifferent and indifferent... This was a deceptive appearance, clearly the sound of his heart beating so loud and fast. Silvia thought that it was not that strange that she had misunderstood before. After all, she had been worried before, and kept a certain distance from him, but she was not as close as she is now.
With a cold face, Silvia raised her head to facilitate Lansa's movements. She needed Lansa to use the iris flower extracted from the dark elements to remove these terrifying magical nicks on her face, but Lansa's hand was not completely attached to her face, but hung vainly, breaking away at the touch of a button. The touch made her cheeks itchy.
She didn't close her eyes, she looked at Lanza with that kind of look, seeing him drooping his eyelids uncomfortably, his long eyelashes trembling constantly, and the hands that stopped on her face began to tremble.
"Mr. Lansa, your hand is shaking so badly, is it because it is difficult to unlock this magic?" Silvia asked wickedly and knowingly.
Lan Sa was taken aback and wanted to withdraw his hand, but thought that he hadn't succeeded yet, so he could only endure, continue to move, and then shook his head dumbly.
Silvia smiled inwardly and blinked when Lansa's finger crossed her brow. Lansa withdrew his hand, a black mist was sandwiched between his fingers, filled with a dark elemental aura belonging to Lirina. Glancing at Silvia, Lansa was stunned again, and then covered the dark magic with his other hand, and the purple flame soared from his hand that was wrapped in the mass, and extinguished after a moment. Open your hands, your hands are clean and there is nothing left.
"Okay." Lanzar said.
"How does this body look?" Silvia asked, touching her face.
Lansa didn't know how to answer, he opened his hand and pulled out a piece of darkness, then fumbled for a while in that piece of darkness, took out a mirror, and placed it in front of Silvia.
Silvia was taken aback by the space framed by dark elements that he exposed. As far as she knew, only the archbishop could use magic to create this kind of storage space. Lanza was one level lower than the archbishop. At the same level as Lilina, Lilina can't make it. Why can he make it? How old is he? Far inferior to the Archbishop and Lilena, and she is almost the same.
Silvia, who is always called a genius, looked at Lansa with a normal face, and for the first time felt the kind of amazement and envy when others faced her. This man is really an unconscious...monster.
Silvia, who took the mirror, faced the face in the mirror, and the eye-catching magic marks on her face had completely disappeared, revealing a clean and white face.
"It looks so similar to my previous face?" Silvia said in surprise. She used to look holy and dignified, and under her deliberate influence, she has an awe-inspiring temperament. And now this face, probably because the silver hair turned reddish brown, and the clear eyes turned dark brown, the look and feel was completely different.
The contours of the face are about sixty-similar, the eyes are rounder, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the lips are more rosy and full. At first glance, there is a familiar and unfamiliar feeling. If she used to be a white rose, she now feels like a red rose.
Touching her face with one hand, Silvia thought, this body looks so similar to herself and has the same body of light. Is it possible that it has something to do with her?
However, this question only flashed in Silvia's mind for a moment, and was quickly left behind. It doesn't matter if it has anything to do with her, the important thing is that she is still satisfied with this look, and then she can finally recover her magic power seriously.
In addition, Lansa has to do it as soon as possible. Silvia looked at Lansa, she didn't like procrastination about what she decided.
Thinking about this, Silvia reached out and put her hand on Lansa's leg, "Thank you, Lansa."
"No." Lanza froze half of his body.
Silvia stood up and let go of her hand, as if she just unconsciously pressed Lanza's leg. The moment she stood up, her feet were unstable, and she suddenly rushed towards Lanza who had not yet stood up.
Lansa's subconscious reaction was not to reach out to pick it up, but to hide. This reaction also gave Silvia a better understanding. But her position happened to block all the way for Lansa to retreat. Lansa had nowhere to hide, so in the end, Silvia was completely crushed on her body.
When the two were so close, Silvia placed her hand on Lanza’s chest, and could clearly feel his beating heart. She raised her head and stared at Lanza, who was stiff and bowed. The atmosphere became very intense for a while. Ambiguous and weird, suddenly, Silvia leaned close to Lanza's face, her rosy and soft lips pressed against her thin lips.
Silvia actually has no experience. After all, she used to think that kissing someone was too dirty, but just now, for a moment, she felt that Lansa’s lips looked good, so she didn’t just follow her own plan. , I followed my heart and kissed him.
Lansa was obviously more stiff than her. His beautiful purple eyes were straight, well, like a black cat that felt dangerous, his hair was exploded, and he didn't dare to run.
It's pretty cute.
Silvia took a short run in the gap between actively kissing. She was thinking back to the idea she had just now, cuteness. It was the first time that she used the word cute on a person, but in fact, in terms of face, Lansa was more in line with the word beautiful.
Silvia kissed her carefreely for a while, feeling that Lanza under her body finally recovered, panicking and trying to pull her away, before he took a step back and left Lanza's. body.
"I'm really sorry." Silvia covered her lips and looked at the carpet on one side. "I... was too sudden, but I really thank you for taking me when I was most helpless. Going back, I bought so many things for me, treated me so well, and helped me restore my appearance. I am grateful to you and... I like you very much."
Lanza, who was kissed by the goddess suddenly, almost jumped out of the window and fled in a panic, when he heard what Silvia said, and was completely stunned.
like you very much.
like you.
like.
Lanza exploded. Crackling, dizzy, dizzy, head-heavy.
But Silvia hadn’t finished speaking, her expression became embarrassed and sad,
I grew up in the Holy See of Guangming, which is not a bright and beautiful place. As a saint, I have no ability at all. It is just a puppet of the archbishop. Do you know why the lifespan of every saint is so short? It is because every saint has to use her own life to extend the life of the archbishop."
"For so many years, I have been trapped in the Holy See. No one dares to treat me well. I live in the shadow of dying every day."
"I can't help anyone, nor can I save myself. I can only wait to die day by day until I really die. At that time I thought I was relieved, but I didn't expect that I could open my eyes again. Thinking of meeting you."
Silvia said, her lips curled up, her long eyelashes trembled, and teardrops fell from her eyes.
"You are a dark magician, you definitely don't like me, and there were also the light knights of the Holy See who used my name to hurt you. I know you must hate me. I am really sorry. I will not Do something like this again."
Lansa trembled all over, the red that appeared on his face from the kiss disappeared, and the eyebrows were cold, he stood up and gently touched Silvia's tear-stained face, his tone was unprecedented gloomy. He said, "I'll help you kill the archbishop."
After speaking, he turned and left with a cold black air.
Silvia who is still crying: ...I didn't want you to be the archbishop right now. I was crying because I wanted you to comfort me and then we could take advantage of the situation. What about you going to leave in the middle of my acting?
She rolled her eyes gracefully, wiped her tears, walked quickly and hugged Lanza's waist from behind.
This waist is so thin, even thinner than hers! how is this possible!
She was in a daze for a while and immediately entered the state, "Don't go, I don't want you to deal with the archbishop, he is too powerful, you can't hurt him now. I tell you this, I don't want you to do something for me, I just hope you don't hate him I."
Lansa was so distressed that she was about to cry with the goddess. He did not expect that the goddess lived such a tragic life when he was in the Holy See. The goddess he dared not even look at was killed by those bad guys in the Holy See. She must have suffered a lot and was bullied very miserably. .
"I don't hate you, I like you, in fact I liked you a long time ago. Don't be afraid, no one will bully you in the future." Lanza confessed hard to the door.
Silvia: I'm letting go, dare you turn your head and say this again? What's the point of saying to the door, this hard, rock-like tone is like arguing.
But there was a surprise smile on his face, "Really? You, how can you like me, I haven't seen you before."
Lansa finally turned around. Unlike the slightly stiff expression, his eyes were like stars in the sky, twinkling with each other~
"I saw you. I was very hungry at that time. You gave me bread, you made it yourself." Lanza said softly.
Silvia: Is there such a thing? When did it come? Hey, is it when you were twelve? At that time, she seemed to have done such things for a while. As a saint, she gradually needed to attend various activities. In order to get more support from the common people, she did some similar things, such as distributing herself to the poor people near the Holy See. Homemade bread. It was probably that time, but she didn't remember meeting Lanzar.
"I don't remember." Silvia took Lansa's hand and watched him with gentle eyes. "But it's great to be able to help you."
"It's great that you like me too, I've never been so happy, Lansa." Silvia raised her head and stood on tiptoe slightly. Lansa stared at her close, her eyes motionless, her expression was a bit funny, Silvia almost couldn't help laughing, of course, in the end she held it back, and again actively lowered Lansa's head and kissed him.
Lansa really had no experience at all. She was like a stone and let Silvia do whatever she wanted. Silvia kissed her, and unexpectedly gave birth to a strange love. She left Lansa's lips and said a word in Lansa's ear with bright eyes.
Lan Sa's ears and neck were red in an instant.
Silvia felt that this man was really cute again, and asked, "Okay?"
Lansa nodded hard.
The afternoon wind blew a corner of the white lace curtain, and the flowers in the courtyard opened fragrantly. The light in the room is also very bright, and everything can be seen clearly.
She has red-brown curly hair on a soft pillow, steamy eyes, rosy lips, round collarbone and shoulders.
He has long black hair hanging to his side, red ears, eyes with a mist of water, and a shirt that is slowly untied.
A skirt hung on his white arms, and his slender legs curled up and fell into the brocade, exuding a delicate fragrance that seemed to be nothing. It was an afternoon tea that looked delicious and tempting.
Lansa's unbuttoned hands kept shaking, and his eyes didn't know where to look. "Pull the curtain down?" he asked.
Silvia sat up from the bed, wrapped his neck around him, face to face with him, her voice was soft and smiling, "No good."
She said again: "May I help you?"
"..."
"Your chest is very thin." Silvia's lips pressed to the edge of his neck and said, "It's also on the back. I touched your bones, it's pointed."
Lansa almost boiled it in boiling water. His breathing was very urgent, and the cold hands on his body were touching the bones behind him, and then slowly touching his waist, as if deliberately teasing him.
"me……"
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
"We are now, what, what?"
"I don't know too well, ah, it's bulging here, take a look?"
"..."
"Lanza? Take a look?"
"..."
"Wow, did you wash here well just now?"
"Hiss" Lan Sa took a breath, "Don't, don't!"
The two fell on the bed with Silvia on it. She was sitting on Lanza with her curly hair draped over her chest, pressing one hand on Lanza's undulating chest.
"Want to come like this?"