Throne of Magical Arcana

The night was quiet, the new cemetery became colder, and the breeze was blowing, enough to make people shudder, so the loud collapse sound spread far away with the wind, while Oliver was dizzy and full of stench, in the "Tombkeeper" cabin The corpse man had run over quickly.

Then, his roaring sound awakened Oliver, who was stunned: "Damn bastard, look at your good deeds! If you can't fill it up tonight, I'll fill you in! X!"

He slammed his lips and looked at the confused Oliver a few times, then spit at Oliver and turned back to the cabin.

The sticky spit was on Oliver's forehead, and he almost vomited in nausea, but soon, he almost became real. He opened his mouth and vomited up against the side, all the food for the whole day spewed out, even Bile is pouring up.

Because he found himself covered in corpse water and sticky rotten meat, he held a half-rotten gastrointestinal tract in his left hand and a strong leg bone in his right hand.

Such a scene is more resistant than any nightmare, disgusting!

Oliver threw the intestines, stomach pouches, leg bones, etc. sideways, holding his breath, resisting the body odor, rotting smell, etc. that are many times thicker than usual.

Suddenly, the light blue light flashed away, attracting his eyes.

"Huh ..." Oliver is a keen sensory person, looking at the angle of his eyes just now, and he was surprised to find that the leg bone split a lot of small gaps, and there was a faint blue light shining in the gap.

Curiosity and expectation made him forget the filth and stench, forget his situation, and even his movements became gentle.

He moved carefully to the leg bone and slowly picked it up.

There is really a blue light inside!

Oliver experienced many hardships and matured a lot. At this time, he did not directly check what it was. Instead, he followed several corpses and climbed to the edge of the grave. He looked left and right. After confirming that there was no one, he moved his legs along the small gap. The bone surface is opened.

Pieces of broken bones fell to the ground, and the azure-like light of the lake dyed the neighborhood hazy, dreamy and blurred. Slowly, a crystal-clear light blue short stick appeared in Oliver's hands.

"Hey, what is this?" Oliver opened his mouth halfway, not knowing exactly where he was.

Then the first thought he raised was to hide this short stick of extraordinary value at a glance, so as not to be discovered by George and other corpses.

All the property found in the corpse must be handed over to George, who will distribute it uniformly and honor the city hall officials and priests in charge of the new cemetery. Therefore, Oliver has robbed him of valuable things several times from the concealment of the corpse. In the past, even his salary was not paid by George as a reason to buy his money, only guaranteeing that he would barely pay for it twice a day.

Oliver just wanted to bury the short stick nearby and dig it out in exchange for money when he hoped to escape in the future, but suddenly found that the pale blue crystal was like a short stick made of sea water, with dense text engraved on it.

As a teenager aspiring to drama career, Oliver studied various characters and learned the customs and cultures of different countries from an early age. Therefore, he recognized at a glance that this was the Sylvanas language, the three common languages ​​of the ancient magic empire one!

"If it weren't for the information given by Mrs. Audrey, I would know at most a few words in this area ..." Oliver turned some inexplicable thoughts in his mind at this time. After reading a few sentences, he found the correct reading order and found This turned out to be a "Dark Idea", and at the end also recorded the location where the master of the short stick hid his treasure!

"'Earth Fire Feng Shui' elemental meditation, magician's meditation?" Oliver has also heard many stories of bards, and there are many evil wizards persecuting nobles and civilians in the dramas they watched. The content of the joint defeat, so there is speculation about the source of "Meditation", "Which magician engraved the location of his treasure on the staff before he died, and then hid it in his body, or the thighs of others' bodies. Here ... Maybe, maybe he has been burnt to death by the night watchman ... Maybe he wants to leave it to a certain person, but that person has never been here again ... "

Oliver has a romantic spirit since childhood, and has an unknown longing for the mysterious and weird magician who was chased and oppressed. Of course, as a baptized and nurtured devout, he repeatedly confessed his mentality, but did not Do any depraved evil behavior.

But everything he encountered in Luntat made him suspiciously from the heart:

Why didn't the Lord bless me when I was suffering like this?Why is the Lord's shepherd colluding with villains like George?Why can clergy, nobles, and wealthy people be buried in a cemetery with separate graves and coffins, and even if the poor are religious, the bodies can only be thrown into such graves?

Is this the justice of the Lord?

In this case, why can't I use the magician's means to get rid of the present predicament?

As long as no one knows in the future, as long as I become a rich man, will I be the most devout believer of the Lord?

Emotions such as longing and resistance struggling violently in Oliver's heart, but the church-style education he received from an early age made him choose to hide the short stick. When he met priests and night watchmen in the future, he used it in exchange for help and escaped the tragic world. The magician will either be caught in an endless hunt by the church in the future, or he will be worried and afraid all day long, ignorant of the joys of life.

After hiding a short stick next to the tombstone, leaving a special sign, Oliver limped to the collapsed grave and had to fill it up tonight, otherwise he would definitely be beaten.

"Ah, I can't sleep tonight ..." Oliver just thought, and suddenly there was a huge force behind him, letting him rise into the air, and he fell into the mud. He was in pain, especially in the back.

"Your TMD slacker hasn't worked yet! Would you like me to beat you? X!" Gudson, the corpse curse, kicked and punched Oliver while he was cursing.

Oliver can only follow the previous beating experience, his hands tightly protect the head, shrimp shrinks his body, letting his fists and toes fall like rain.

After a while, Gudson, the corpse-bearer, seemed to be beaten and gasped for a few breaths: "Get up and work! Otherwise I will throw you down!"

After he finished, he didn't wait for Oliver to answer. He walked staggeringly towards the tombkeeper's hut. He didn't see Oliver's greasy expression at all. His eyes were staring bloodily at the front, staring at the tombstone with a special logo.

If you go on like this, you will die sooner or later, anyway, all die, and I will take you together even if I die!

He slowly climbed up, walked to the tombstone, dug out the short stick, hid in the grave and looked carefully, remembered the content, then hid it in his chest.

Then he climbed out of the grave, picked up the shovel that Goodson had dropped, and sprinkled soil into the grave.

After doing this for half an hour, he carried the shovel and walked to the "Tombkeeper" hut with a faint flush on his face.

Entering the hut, Goodson asked vaguely, "Has you finished your work?"

Is it too fast?

"This shovel is a little blunt. I'll change it." Oliver's voice intermittently flinched.

Goodson scolded the pup and said: "Remember to grind both spades after you finish your work."

They can't afford the ironware, which was issued by the city hall.

"Well." When he spoke, Oliver had walked behind Goodson. The silver moon's light shone through the empty window without glass and window paper, making him dye a layer of silver and white, so that the opposite wall Highlight a black figure holding up the shovel high!

The shovel fell heavily.

what!

Goodson ’s scream was only half-sounding, and then he stopped abruptly. He never thought that the rich boy who loves life, the weak stupid boy, the timid boy who only knows how to deceive girls, Dare to fight yourself directly!

Although he didn't sleep soundly, he didn't expect such a situation at all!

Frightened above his face, his eyes widened, he couldn't close.

Oliver supported his body with a shovel dripping blood, and spit hard at Gudson's head.

"Are you fierce? Fierce? Stand up? Don't you want to bury me? Come on, come on!" Oliver asked frantically.

After a few minutes, he gradually calmed down, leaned over and searched dozens of copper fairies on Goodson, and then replaced his dirty body with his clothes.

Afterwards, Oliver took the shovel, left hand pressed on the short stick hidden in the clothes, and walked out of the gravekeeper's hut with a dark expression, slowly blending into the darkness outside.

The wind rushed and the night became darker. There was no one in the new cemetery, only the bones of the ground.

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Shirley hurried to the village, but before being able to walk to Vicente's house in the future, she was stopped by a peasant woman in the territory.

"Miss Shirley, don't, don't go past, Vicente, Vicente is actually a magician! Fortunately, you are not married yet!" Said the peasant woman flustered and relieved.

Boom, Shirley seemed to be hit by a dull thunder, pulling the farmer woman in a dizzy head: "Vincent, why is Vicente a magician?"

Has the night watchman already come?

"Miss Shirley, you don't know how terrifying it was. There were so many corpses hidden in the basement of Vicente. He is really, a terrible evil magician! Thanks to the masters of the church, I noticed ..." Good way, the description is quite clear, but Shirley can be heard shaking.

"What about Vicente? Has he been caught?" Shirley tried hard to keep herself from fainting.

The peasant woman looked scared: "No, I heard that I went to the swamp early in the morning!"

Huh, Shirley was relieved, as long as Vicente was alive!

He seems to be because of the stimulation last night, so he went to the swamp early in the morning to find special herbs. Fortunately, fortunately!

Shirley finally got rid of the peasant woman and hurried back to the manor. She wanted to go to the swamp in person to tell Vicente to hide for a while and wait for her father to settle the matter before returning. Anyway, he was not a magician, and he would give up the magic by then. The book will do, but she is very self-aware, knowing that she, as a noble lady, is completely unfamiliar with the area near the swamp, and she went there, not only could not inform Vicente, but she might still be there.

Therefore, she was prepared to let her guards inform, and before the guards knew that Vicente had been investigated, let him inform Vicente to avoid it. The excuse was to avoid the revenge of several nobles.

Just walking into her garden, Shirley suddenly saw a figure jump out.

"Sherry, do you think this kind of flower is beautiful? I found it in the swamp!" Vicente's face looked forward to praise, holding a bunch of scarlet flowers in his hand.