dhibooks Chapter 32 Bishop, Hello
Chapter 32 Bishop, Hello
It is the dry wasteland again, and the wind that rolls the sand is blowing from the distant rose-colored horizon.
Bartholomew was facing the wind and sand, and his long hair was raised, covering his sight and making walking even more inconvenient.
After the mission of clearing up was completed, Bartholomew's mercenary group went to the nearest city to deliver the mission and take a rest.It happened that a few days ago, I heard that there was a strong light element fluctuation in the wasteland recently, and the city lord sent people to investigate, but there was no clue.Bartholomew and Clemens have been looking for a way to return to the original continent and treat Clemens for so long and have no idea, so they decided to take a look.
The black robe was raised, and Clemens was still walking behind with his long sword. Because of his weakness, he could no longer rush forward like the most valiant knight like before, without Melville Exploring the way, you need to be more careful.
Try to suppress the negative emotions that surge up, and convince yourself that you must strengthen your faith in the law of the protagonist.He stopped, and there was a sudden burst of strong elemental fluctuations in front of him. This kind of intensity, except for someone using a light spell that consumes extremely elemental power, can only be a teleportation array.
But in Hesfell Continent, who would use the light element like this.
The more I can't figure it out, the more I have a faint expectation.
He turned back, waiting for Clemens to follow.
"Clemens, I have a good hunch that we might make a good discovery this time."
The young man also stopped and looked at the distant sky. His blue eyes were blocked by broken hair and he couldn't see his expression clearly. His lips parted slightly:
"kindness".
Bartholomew guessed that he might be very tired, so he didn't talk much, just stood silently in front of Clemens.Facing the wind and sand, continue to search for traces of light element fluctuations.
It feels closer.
He took off his hood.The wind was getting stronger and stronger, mixed with sand and blowing on the face, and the skin was painfully beaten.Bartholomew simply used the wind element to prop up the protective shield. Originally, because he was worried about the danger of the wasteland, he had been careful to use the power of the element, but now there is no way.He turned back and grabbed Clemens' arm, motioning for him to hand over the long sword to him for safekeeping.The long sword and the gorgeous gemstones inlaid on the scabbard made the young man's bony fingers paler and accidentally touched the cold back of his hand.Bartholomew paused for a moment, but the young man didn't intend to let go.The long golden eyelashes cast a shadow, and the pale lips were tightly pressed, showing no trace of blood.
Compared with the past, today's youth are unusually gloomy and silent.
Annoyed, Bartholomew blamed himself for being careless. Although the sword was heavy, he only thought of the chaotic elements in the wind and sand. Even with a protective shield, it was not easy for Clemens to distract himself from resisting, but he ignored the sword itself as a powerful weapon. In this environment, it is safer to leave it to Clemens.But he was really so reckless because his thoughts were confused by the wind and sand.
Suddenly a violent elemental fluctuation came, breaking the awkward silence.Bartholomew stepped forward quickly, and while continuing to prop up the protective cover for Clemens, he checked the situation of the teleportation array.
Yes, the teleportation array, this kind of thing controlled by the Holy See in the original continent, appeared in a wasteland of Hesfell Continent, which really surprised Bartholomew.Because the teleportation array is bidirectional, the person who activated the teleportation array must be on the other side, but the strange thing is that there is no teleportation fluctuation.He carefully output the light element and wanted to check it out, but the originally relatively stable teleportation array absorbed the released elemental power like a greedy monster, and it was too late for Bartholomew to stop.The power of the elements in his body was greedily drawn by the teleportation array, and was consumed quickly. Although it would not be completely consumed in a short time, this feeling of being involuntary really made him feel uneasy.
He wanted to go back to Clemens for help, but it was a dull pain that he didn't expect.
The sound of flesh and blood tearing came from inside the body, and the tragic groans could not be restrained.
A fog of blood spread in front of his eyes.
I remember that in the present world, someone explained that it was caused by the rupture of capillaries on the eyeballs when the body suffered great pain.The consciousness that had already begun to trance felt the cold sword drawn from his body.
He knelt down on the ground in disbelief, mobilized the power of light in his whole body and waved out the light judgment fiercely.
There was a muffled hum from behind.
He smiled in despair, and blood spread from the sand beneath him.
All the strength in his body was taken away, and he tried hard to look back to see the young man's expression.His eyes were blurred with blood.
The young man's back was still straight, and his long golden hair was scattered in the wind, and some of them were stained with blood.His face was pale but not fragile. The protective shield that Bartholomew had propped up for him was finally shattered by the attack from Bartholomew. The corners of the young man's mouth overflowed with blood-stains, and his light blue pupils were full of madness. In the wind and sand all over the sky, he was cold and flirtatious.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was not the warm and enthusiastic smile that Bartholomew was familiar with, shining with white teeth, with blood dripping from the long eyelashes, the young man's indifferent eyes, and the dark element in his right hand. skyrocketed.
The dark sharp arrow pierced through the whole body, like a scorching fireball exploding from the inside of the body, the flesh and blood of the whole body were torn apart, thick blood gushed out, and the teleportation array was still continuously consuming the whole body the power of the elements.
The spine seemed unable to bear the weight of the body any longer, and Bartholomew closed his eyes.
The complicated rune runes formed a bright circle of light, and the surrounding space was distorted and deformed.
The bright elements suddenly dissipated like a collapse.
The harsh light reflected the young man's indifferent expression, and the blue pupils shrank violently.
After the light faded, there was no one on the sand.
A trace of confusion flashed in Clemens' eyes, as if he didn't understand why this happened.He looked up at the sky.
The rose-colored glow was replaced by light gray, the wind and sand gradually stopped, and even the scattered gravel looked extraordinarily soft under the setting sun.He stood still for a while, and two fiery Anders falcons flashed across Clemens' empty eyes.It was like a flame flashing across the clear sky in the youth's eyes.
Those cold eyes were suddenly filled with sadness, and they scattered into tiny fragments.Clenching the blade tightly with his fingers, blood dripped down the blade. The young man sat down heavily as if he lost his strength. The black robe was torn and messy, and fell to the ground.
In the vast wasteland, only the oblique sword and the silent blond knight remained.
|He is a member of the Holy See.
You killed him.
|If he knew who we were, he would kill us.
you killed him
|Yes, I killed him.
is he dead
|I don't know.
We killed him.
| ...
We killed him.
The young man's left pupil drooped slightly, tears flowed down uncontrollably, mixed with blood, dazed and wet on the too pale and delicate face, looking terrifying and fragile.
Getting up unsteadily, the young man staggered away.
His right pupil was finally as dark as the night
The body is sinking.
There was a burst of laughter in his ears, as if the young Olsen was making fun of Phil's complicated dress like a girl.It attracted Masonfield's weak explanation and his own loud refutation.
The laughter gradually became deep and heroic, as if Olsen's brother was flying a dragon from low altitude, overturning a group of knights who joined in the fun.
However, the laughter gradually disappeared, and there was a stream of water flowing over his head, like the gentleness of one of the few old people in his youth, with the palm of his hand with healing skills passing across the back of his hand.
The fragrance seems to pass through the dim and flickering light, like a floating body, with a faint fragrance.The heather is in full bloom, light purple and light pink, and the city is full of pure white in the distance.A carriage passed by with its bells ringing, and the whispering whispers of the noble lady wafted out of it.Xixi yelled, like after the rain, the dampness mixed with the fragrance of flowers crushed by chariots and horses faintly scattered on the window with complicated patterns.
Bartholomew's body leaned back, with a few strands of hair floating around his neck, which brought a very distant touch, as if separated by a long distance in the sea, the feeling was not real.
He tried hard to stay awake, but his strength gradually dissipated like the tide.Drowsiness welled up, and he felt as if he was about to sink into endless darkness.
But a pair of hands suddenly pulled his, and the temperature that seemed hot in the cold sea water was transmitted from the palm to the brain.
Sharp stinging pain hit the whole body, and the dazzling light suddenly lit up.
"Bartholomew."
After hearing an anxious call, he became unconscious again.
Phil.
Lightly grassy, the smell of burning firewood is like a cool and peaceful morning mist.There was the faint sound of footsteps, chasing after them with a burst of messy and cheerful laughter unique to children.
Bartholomew's eyes slightly opened a slit, and the bright sunlight penetrated through the doors and windows and sprinkled into the house.His consciousness returned to sober, and he felt that there was no pain in his body. He tried to support himself, and a young man dressed as a knight pushed in through the door.
"You have finally woken up. I am Andre, the Knight of the Second Knight Order of the Holy See of Light. Your Excellency, Bishop Masonfield, will be here soon."
As soon as the words fell, the light chestnut-haired young man was wearing a complicated Holy See robe, and the light gray rune patterns on the collar of the shirt shone with dim brilliance.
Bartholomew smiled and said, "Phil, long time no see, may the God of Light bless you."
The man also smiled gently: "May the God of Light bless you, it's indeed a long time no see."
After putting on the clothes, Bartholomew was a little unaccustomed to the overly complicated clothes. After leaving the room, he realized that it was an ordinary courtyard, and there were a few scattered houses beside it.
Surrounded by a group of children, there is still a gentle smile in the green eyes, and the soft hair that just passed the ears when he was an adult has grown to the back of the shoulders.Bishop Masonfield picked up a child with a smile, and rubbed the messy top of his head vigorously, causing the other child to scream aggrievedly, so he laughed and put it down again.
Seeing Bartholomew's figure, Bishop Masonfield gently pushed away the children around him, and stepped forward, with a gentle tone of innate concern.
"You feel better?"
"Well, it's much better. After all, it's the healing technique of His Excellency the Bishop of the Holy See."
"Haha, Olsen is going to be sad when you say that, and he has put in a lot of effort."
There was surprise in the laughter; "Is Commander Olsen here too? The knight just now said that he belongs to the Second Knight Order. I didn't expect Olsen to be here."
"Indeed, Commander Ferman of the Second Knight Order is here, and Olsen left a few days ago."
Go back to the courtyard and sit down on the wicker chair.Bishop Masonfield's tone became serious: "How could you be injured so badly? Olsen and I spent a lot of elemental power to restore you to this state, and after that, you were still unconscious for a long time. My God, this situation is more than just a serious injury, you know, this situation is caused by people who are on the verge of death and have a lot of power of dark elements. What happened?"
Lowering his eyes, Bartholomew didn't want to tell Masonfield to explain everything before now; "It's very complicated, I'll tell you when I have a chance. I'm curious, how did you find me?"
Aware of his evasion, Bishop Masonfield had no choice but to explain; "This is also very complicated. His Majesty the Pope received an oracle, and the Holy Son appeared earlier than every time in history. After all, the Pope is still very young now. After determining the position, His Excellency the Pope ordered us to set up a teleportation array, and after we found the Holy Son, the Pope ordered us to activate the teleportation array every once in a while, and then found you by chance."
Confused thoughts came to the table again, and Bartholomew felt more and more at a loss; "Where did you find the Holy Son, and where is the teleportation array set up?"
As if he had anticipated Bartholomew's question, Masonfield just frowned; "Gorda Sea, near the legendary Gorda Sea. It's amazing, isn't it, you and the Son appeared from the teleportation array. and..."
Looking at Masonfield inquiringly, motioned him to continue.
"The Holy Son this time is very unusual. He is too old."
"too big?"
"As you know, the holy sons in history were all found before the age of ten and after the age of five by the pope who obeyed the oracle and then cultivated to become the next son.
The one-term Pope, and this time the Holy Son, is already a teenager, even close to adulthood. "Of course, except that the current pope was chosen by the oracle when he was born.
Surprise flashed in his blue eyes, and a guess flashed in Bartholomew's mind, but it was groundless.Thinking of what you just said, Barceló
Miao hesitated for a moment, but continued to ask, "What did His Majesty the Pope say?"
There seemed to be a flash of complicated emotions in his eyes because of the person Bartholomew mentioned, and Masonfield bent his lips; "His Majesty the Pope did not say anything, and brought the Son and the First Knights of the Knight Commander Olsen a few days ago. After leaving, this place is already far away from the Gorda sea area, and if they pass through the teleportation array in nearby cities, they should be able to reach Trollope in a few days."
The teleportation array is strictly controlled by the Holy See, but long-distance teleportation must pass through different countries and consume a lot of elemental power. Among them, nobles and even royal families in many countries will definitely take advantage of the opportunity to make friends with the Holy See. The speed is slow, but the convenience of the teleportation array is self-evident. It takes a lot of effort for ordinary people, even nobles, to use it.And Bartholomew's adventure team had no chance to use it because most of them were obsessed with their identities.
Thinking of them, Bartholomew suddenly became depressed.
Bishop Masonfield seemed to be aware of the change in his mood. The light element healing technique condensed on his fingertips covered the back of his hand, and the warm current spread along the palm of his hand like his whole body.
"Lanchester, it's time for your tour to end, do you want to go back to Middleton with me?"
The author has something to say:
In order to prevent the author from forgetting later, let me explain here. Mr. Clemens has a dual personality, which is why he is so smart. There is a reason why he wanted to kill Bartholomew, but he happened to encounter the teleportation array. , he took advantage of this opportunity.
There is an important task that is finally coming out, and I am only writing about him now, and he is also drunk. orz
There is too much information to explain in the last few chapters, and the author is so tired of writing, I hope I won't make mistakes and write less.
Good night~ Meme (づ￣3￣)づ