071, the battle for the urn

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and there were fewer and fewer people coming and going in the temple. The black gallon looked at the right time, slipped out of the hiding place, and quietly came to the fountain in the courtyard.

The floor tiles that were pried during the day loosened a lot, and it was easy to be opened again. The blackcurrant poured the lamp oil stolen from the altar on the valve, and then gently rotated it. The water of the fountain slowly weakened and the pool water gradually decreased.

When the pool water flowed, the blackjia lun hand-supported pool jumped into the pool and pried open the slate that was obviously different from the surrounding area. Sure enough, the dark square hole was seen, and a metal ladder was installed on one side of the cave wall. He tried the strength of the ladder, and then climbed down the tunnel.

The ground was dark, but it was not difficult for him. A little faint light from the entrance was enough for him to see everything in the dark.

There is a room almost the size of the whole courtyard. There is a relief facing the ladder, which almost occupies the whole wall. Under the relief, there is a white box on the altar raised by three steps. The black currant's eyelids jumped, and he found that it seemed to be in front of the box...

"You are really here." A cluster of flames suddenly lit up in the dark. With the light blue halo removed by the hazy shadow, a black shadow appeared in front of the altar.

Blackcurrant silently took a few steps forward.

Standing on the steps was a priest in a black robe and holding the gospel, with his half-long hair tied behind his head with a ribbon on his head and a smile on his face that was enough to calm all anger and troubles.

Although he has never seen his face, Blackcurrant can also guess who he is. He can even sneak into the secret room without prying open the slate. In addition to Idalos, who is proficient in time and space control, who is it?

Idalos walked down the steps without hostility, but calmly greeted: "I am the high priest of the faith temple, Idalos. I think she should have mentioned me to you more than once, but this is the first time we have officially met.

Blackcurrant's eyes crossed his shoulder and saw the decorations on the altar.

The one should be a bunch of lilies in front of the box with Margaret's ashes, and the shape of the flower should have been put on recently.

Blackcurrant thought for a moment and replied blankly, "No, I've never heard of you."

Idalos made a nice laugh and made a gesture: "Really, it turns out that your relationship has not developed to this point, and she doesn't tell you everything."

"I didn't tell her everything either."

The secret room was quiet for at least ten minutes. The two looked at each other silently, as if they were guessing each other's thoughts and secretly fighting.

Finally, Blackcurrant broke the deadlock and took two more steps forward. Idalos immediately waved the gospel in his hand, and a golden wall of light lit up between the two. The forbidden land of light is different from the hazy shadow. It can't be broken by violence. Idalos said with a good smile.

Blackcurrant didn't break through. He stood in front of the light wall and said, "You're afraid."

Idalos raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth: "Of course I'm afraid. I'm a magician. There's no need to fight with you."

"You are afraid that Yin will be taken away by me." The black gallon language is amazing.

Sure enough, the opposite side had nothing to say, and the smile on his face could not be hung up, and his tone was brisk: "Sn away by you? Camus, although you are the proud killer of the Parthian Legion, that's a thing of the past. What's more, do you think you have a chance of winning against the gladiator against the high-ranking priest?

Gladiator is the only one in the profession of martial arts that does not use any weapons. With their hard training, they develop the potential of the human body to the extreme, which is a weapon in itself. Priests are the only profession among all magicians who do not have attack power. They rely on a large amount of gain magic to help improve the combat effectiveness of their teammates, and also master a large amount of control magic that weakens their opponents.

At first glance, it seems to be a competition between eggs and stones, but for most professions, priests are the least likely enemies to meet on the battlefield. The law and constraint is the necrosis of undead magic. The anti-magic field and powerless fluctuation can make all magic and fighting spirit ineffective, strong to be a perverted control magic. If again With the law order, confusion and law order, restraint, no matter how strong a person is, he can only play the game of one, two, three wooden people with himself in the same place, and watch the other party slip.

Blackcurrant glanced at him contemptuously and hit the nail on the head: "It took you six years not to do what I didn't do. It only took me less than six months."

Idalos laughed loudly, and the echoes continued to expand and overlap in the secret room. The effect was really a little scary. After laughing, he said in a more contemptuous tone, "If you just want her to fall in love with me, why don't you blink gently for six months?"

"Although my mental strength is slightly lower than her, it is still easy to control her consciousness," Idalos opened the gospel in his hand and looked arrogant. "Unfortunately, what I don't want is her, so can you take it? What does it have to do with me?"

Dementor. Blackcurrant looked at the man in front of him coldly.

Like arcane art and space-time control, dementor is one of the forbidden spells. Although it is divided into the ranks of undead magic, it also relies on a person's spiritual power to perform. However, unlike the first two, the word dementor itself is a taboo, and few people know it, let alone those who know it. .

Looking at the lilies on the altar, he understood a little.

Idalos didn't know what he was thinking. He closed the book and said, "If you want to take away the urn, I won't stop you."

This sentence once again confirmed his guess. The black gallon crossed the light wall and strode up the steps. The two passed by. The black gallon picked up the white urn and felt light, almost weightless, and a little strange. When he was about to open it, he heard the voice of Idalos gone away: "You are not qualified to open it. "

Knowing that his so-called ineligibility means that he once belonged to the Parthian Legion - the organization that killed Margaret, the blackcurrant indifferently put the box under one armpit and climbed out again along the ladder.

"...That's what happened." Under the ** of the tricolor sundae and strawberry core pie, Suti finally couldn't help attracting the blackcurrant's plan.

Yin almost lifted the table again: "He is going to get the skeleton back by himself? Are you kidding! In case you bump into Idalos, you won't die!"

Solandalto, who was complacent about his foresight, smiled: "Take a deep breath, don't get angry, the effect of weakening the curse has not passed. It's too irritable to be careful not to go back for a while."

"You release the curse!" Yin grabbed his collar.

"The weakened curse did not lift the spell." Solandal spread his hands innocently.

"Nonsense, of course I know that there is no weakening. Aren't you a full-time magician? Will you purify it?"

Su Ti saw that they almost wrestled with each other and defended with a sad face: "But the little black brother threatened me, saying that if I told you to spank me... Isn't he very strong? How could he not beat a priest?"

Yin sat back in her chair and said, "No matter how strong he is, he is not the opponent of the priest. He will be played to death."

Suti has not received formal magic education and can't understand what she means, but Solandal smiled and said, "That monster will be fine. He is energetic and tenacious. He is against that priest. Maybe the other party's magic has exhausted and he is still standing."

"Real?" Seeing that Yin was half-dead and helpless, Su Ti regretted it. After listening to his forgiveness, she seemed to see another glimmer of hope.

"How can it be!" Yin rolled her eyes angrily, "When did this guy tell the truth?"

Solandal clenned his sausage mouth and hummed unconvincedly: "How can it be? Fifteen years ago, he was ordered to assassinate me. We fought fiercely all night..." Suddenly, he found that Opposite Yin began to sharpen his knife and quickly changed his words, "I'm fighting fiercely with him all night, and finally my magic was exhausted first."

Yin gritted his teeth and said, "He was lying with his eyes open. That time, he obviously lost."

Solandal smiled contentedly: "I didn't say that I was defeated. The magic was exhausted. I still have a hidden weapon."

In: "..."

Suti: "..."

"I should have thought that you couldn't hide in the quilt because you hid a hidden weapon." The black currant suddenly appeared at the table.

Solandal corrected solemnly: "I hid in the quilt and couldn't come out because it was too cold and you opened the window again."

Seeing that the person who had been worried came back unscathed, Yin felt at ease. She no longer cares about Su Ti's cover and concealment, and gave up her sofa to sit for him: "What are you holding?"

Blackcurrant handed her the urn: "Margaret's ashes."

Ashes? The gang of the Parthian Legion executed people. How could they be so kind and help cremation? Yin took it and opened the lid a little, and immediately closed it again: "Xiaohei, are you sure this is bone... ashes?"

The blackcurrant picked up the juice she drank and drank it: "Maybe it's not complete."

"It's not a complete collection, but," Yin opened the lid and turned to them. "Do you believe this is ashes?"

All three of them stretched out their heads to look, and there was a human skull in the box. Suti shivered and shrank her neck: "Is that Aunt Margaret's head?"

"As far as I know, Margaret was hanged. Why is there only one skull left?" Sorandal touched his chin curiously.

Covered the urn dejectedly: "I think those people deliberately left only one skull. Since Margaret was a big problem in their life, she would definitely not be buried well after death. The rest of her body may have been burned to ashes.

Solandal realized: "It makes sense. They can't wait to smash Margaret's body, but they also peep at the treasures in her dimension, so they dare not destroy her skull, so they hide it under the temple of faith and find someone to crack it slowly." Yin nodded and thought the same as him. If she had expected it, Idalos might be the person sent by the Parthian Legion to crack the treasure hole left by Margaret, so he learned that he was Margaret's daughter halfway, so he tried every way to kill himself.

"That's right, Yin, your wisdom is almost overtaken by me." The shameless someone relied on the fact that he was now a maid and put his arms on Yin's shoulder.

Yinpi shook off his arm with a smile and changed the topic: "What is the hidden weapon you said before?"

Solandal suddenly didn't say anything. Ren Yin turned around and asked, pretending not to hear it. Later, Suti's curiosity also exploded. The two fought left and right, holding hands and pulling their legs. Solandal almost fell off the sofa and had to beg for mercy: "I said I said!"

"Quickly." Suti's eyes were shining and she looked at him expectantly.

Solandal pouted his sausage mouth and replied in a very low voice, "Smelly socks that haven't been washed for half a year."