Throne of Magical Arcana

The bright light spilled from the ceiling, reflecting the pale white walls cool and clean. Alvin was wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes. He walked carefully to the door and looked at the corridor through the small window above. Full of vigilance and alertness.

Seeing that only people in similar corridors were squatting or standing or walking back and forth, Alvin's eyes flashed, and turned to another bed in the room, gently patting the sleeping man above, and whispered. : "Clement! Clement!"

The man shrank back reflexively, his eyes burning like flames watching Alvin cautiously: "You, what are you doing?"

He speaks as if he is a beginner kid.

"Clement, stop pretending that nobody is watching outside. We should discuss how to escape from here and how to recover our strength." Alvin looked at his companion in earnest and eagerly, a pair behind him. White wings protrude from the specially-made cracks in the clothes and spread out in the room.

The man with flame-like eyes showed a trace of disgust and said indistinctly: "I, I am not Clement, I have said many times! They, they told me, I am Mike, McLeod, is a Out, the great magician, the great alchemist, the man destined to work wonders! "

It seems that because of too much repetition, his last half of the sentence is more fluent than before.

"You!" Alvin said with surprise and anger. "You are not pretending? How can you forget your noble and sacred identity! We are the angels of the Lord! It is the life closest to the true God! It can destroy and save this world. Noble! "

He had a hard time controlling his voice.

The man who claimed to be McLeod was frightened by such a roar, curled up like a child into the corner of the bed: "I, I will not talk to you anymore, you are bad, bad guy!"

Alvin looked at the mature and handsome angel with a "naive and childlike" expression, unable to hide his disappointment, and shook his head in compassion: "You, you actually forgot, how could it be like this, is it just me? I still remember the Lord, I still remember the glory of the past, and I still want to return to Heaven Mountain ... "

More and more sad, Alvin pushed open the door and entered the corridor, pacing back and forth to relieve his mood.

He paid no attention to those who were unfamiliar with him. This was due to the pride of the Seraph.He once tried to escape from this place where he was imprisoned, but his strength was sealed by an unimaginable force, and he was easily captured by the guarding magician.

At this moment, a blond man who also wore blue and white vertical striped loose clothing came over and looked around with caution. After passing by, he whispered to Alvin: "God."

Alvin stunned, and then ecstasy surged, they still remember the Lord?They are devout believers of the Lord who were caught by the magician.

So he nodded his head lightly, and it was a reply to the man.

The man's right hand pointed forward slightly, indicating that he was following him.

Alvin looked around and followed the man to another room.

"Do you remember the Lord?" Alvin closed the door and asked happily.

"Ha ha ha ha!" The blond man faded his cautious expression, hands on his hips, and laughed, "I always believe that there are people who remember me, I am a unique true god, and dominate the heavens and the earth, and today I will preach my word to you! "

Alvin looked at him in amazement, and then his anger rose to his heart: "A lunatic!"

His physical strength was fairly strong, and he pushed the man to the wall, and then returned to the corridor. His heart was inexplicably sad, sad, and depressed: "Lord, have they forgotten you, your miracles will never be Will it land on the earth? "

"Hush." ​​A dark-haired man crouching in the corner shivering with his index finger pressed against his lips.

He also wore blue and white striped clothing.

"Do you remember the Lord?" Alvin asked casually.

The man looked left and right in horror and said quietly: "Remember, I am a devout believer of the Lord. I was caught here and tortured me with a big secret. Hush, do n’t look at me like this. Those evil magicians are hiding. Look around. "

His body trembled more and more. It seemed that as soon as he walked out of this corner, he would be caught and tortured by the magician.

"Do you really remember?" Alvin asked in surprise.

The man solemnly painted a cross on his chest: "Only the truth will last!"

Alvin only noticed a haze in his eyes, and he painted the cross sacredly and solemnly: "May your way walk on the ground as if walking in your country."

The dark-haired man beckoned Alvin in the past: "Since we are all devout believers, then I will tell you the big secret, you can find a way to escape, and then come to rescue me."

Alvin crouched down next to the dark-haired man and said quietly, "Will the magician hear it?"

The dark-haired man smiled with pride: "This corner is the strongest and best fan lock in the whole world, and it is the safest place, so I am hiding here!"

Alvin stared blankly at the empty surroundings. How could I not feel the existence of the lock?Sealed strength does not mean that my talent is not there!

The man ignored him and put his mouth to his ear: "I will tell you the secret."

"Okay." Alvin didn't have time to think about the locks and listened to the secrets with all his heart.

The dark-haired man's voice was very low: "Actually, I am actually the God of truth!"

what?Alvin looked at him dumbfounded, and the expression of the dark-haired man became compassionate and divine: "I came to the ground to save this filthy world. You are the first mortal who knows my identity, and I seal you to mine angel……"

As the words didn't fall, two men in black magic robes came over, grabbing the dark-haired man and dragging him forward.

"Quickly find a way to escape, and then come to rescue me!"

"I will burn myself on the cross to redeem this filthy world!"

Alvin was still stunned, and one of the magicians cast a spell, silenced the dark-haired man, and said coldly: "It's time to take medicine."

"Crazy, here are all lunatics!" Alvin thought bitterly and angrily, "Damn the magician, even shut our holy angels with a group of lunatics! It's awful! Too profane!"

At this time, two other magicians came to hold Alvin: "Ms. Rachel wants to see you."

Alvin didn't struggle, because he knew it would be useless to struggle.

Walking, he accidentally kicked a man lying on the ground.

But the man, who also wore blue-and-white vertical-striped clothing, said nothing and tried hard to keep it as it was.

"Sorry." Alvin apologized very well, and the man didn't respond.

Just when Alvin was in doubt, the magician next to him whispered: "Don't care about him, the body will not speak or feel pain."

"He is a necromancer?" Alvin felt nothing like it, obviously a living person!

The magician yelled, "He considers himself a rotten, unintelligent body, so ..."

"Who are these people!" Alvin felt crazy.

Through the complicated corridor, Alvin was taken into a elegantly decorated room with an ordinary woman who was always energetic.

The woman sitting behind the desk raised her head, flax-colored eyes looked at Alvin, and smiled: "How have you felt recently?"

"Not very good." Alvin was fixed on the chair opposite and replied cautiously.

The magician badge on Rachel ’s chest has turned into nine black rings, and the arcane badge has eight silver stars. She nodded and said, "This is normal. You retain the original memory. They also erased all their memories directly, and then reshaped their personalities based on historical data, because it is very easy to erase your original memories together, even if Lord Evans shot, there is no certainty. "

"You erased their memories!" Alvin exasperated.

Rachel frowned suspiciously: "This is a normal recovery and research process. In fact, when you recover to a certain stage, Lord Evans has greater confidence to erase Alvin's personality and memory without harming. Your original memory, wait a minute, what is your name now? "

"I am Alvin! You evil magicians, not only keep us normal and holy angels and lunatics together, but also want to erase all my memories!" Alvin struggled hard, but the magic ring will He was tied tightly.

Rachel gently tapped on the table: "It seems that there was a problem with the last course of treatment, which caused recurrence. Uh, Musquilin, no, Alvin. Wait a minute to take the medicine."

"Maskilin ..." Alvin seemed to be struck by thunder, his mind cluttered, and there seemed to be another person fighting with himself in his heart.

"Although the cause of your current situation is very extraordinary, but your condition is not complicated, it is a typical split personality, and I will talk to Muskilin in detail at that time to see if he is willing to retain the fusion or eradicate it directly." Lei Cheer said unchanged.

"Me, am I a lunatic?" Alvin felt his head explode.

At this time, several magicians came in, holding the sky blue potion in his hand.

Rachel nodded slightly and said to the magicians: "Remember, his medicine cannot stop."

Alvin drank the drug blankly, his eyes suddenly saw the nameplate on Rachel's desk: "The Fifth Research Institute of the Magic Council-Aoyama Recovery Center, Deputy Director ..."

——I would like you to read the author ’s words.