Southern Europe.

The small country here has long since collapsed, and has been annexed by several large countries, relocated its population, and recuperated.

The rain at night sprinkled on the paved stone roads, the street lights were dim, and the pedestrians were scarce, making this thousand-year-old town vaguely return to the Middle Ages.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The crisp and rhythmic sound of horses' hooves pierced through the rain, and a black-painted carriage ghostly appeared in the streets. The rain was held ten centimeters away, and the puppet horse, with its golden eyes, stopped in front of an old two-story building.

The door opened, and two men in black in hooded cloaks came down. When they entered, the puppet horse snorted and disappeared like a ghost.

"Schroeder, Harry, you're late!"

There were already three guys sitting in the room, typical of the European race, with magic fluctuations that were neither strong nor weak. This is the branch of the Gallic Magical Society, which is in charge and holds regular salon meetings.

"I'm sorry that there was a glitch in the experiment. ”

Schroeder had sleek platinum-blond hair, a straight nose, and the blood of the Gallic nobility in his veins.

"Oh, you haven't given up on that renovation plan yet?" the companion wondered.

"Of course not, if I succeed in fusing the bloodline of the long-eared beast, my lifespan will be extended by at least three hundred years, and I will also create a new magic system!"

"Hehe, good luck then. ”

His companions were unimpressed by his plan, and after a few casual remarks, they talked about recent anecdotes.

The sofa is large and soft, the black tea is fragrant and strong, and an alchemic fire spirit sits in the fireplace, controlling the temperature of the entire house.

"The druids have been restless lately, and they are really a group of primitive guys when they hear that they are going to accept monsters and build homes to live together!"

"Monsters can only be used for us, how can they be regarded as equal beings?"

"Doesn't the one on the island care?"

"She is said to have broken through the bottleneck and gone to another world, and has not yet returned. ”

"Alas, pity us being suppressed by a savage woman......"

In today's West, magic and alchemy are the mainstream, and the practitioners are from superior families, and many people still inherit the nobility, pay attention to etiquette and exquisite etiquette, and explore eternal truth.

The number of druids is slightly smaller, and most of them are learned by the low-level commoners, natural, casual, and liberating by nature.

The classes and ideas of the two are inherently opposed, and they have become mortal enemies. In addition, there are also divination, astrology, witchcraft, curses and other branches of fine veins, the total number of which can reach dozens of categories.

The five of them chatted leisurely, the fire spirit was sleeping lightly, and on the table next to him, fine white sand flowed from the delicate hourglass.

"Guys, I have something new......

Harry, the eldest, took a sip of tea, took out a magic pipe from his pocket, wiped it with his hand and put it back, and said, "A few days ago, the mentor wrote a letter saying that the Holy See is vigorously developing believers and preparing to rebuild dioceses, and the first list is included here. ”

"Holy See?"

The four of them looked at each other, quite funny, "Do they have any energy left now?"

"Is the new bishop crazy? and wants to be relied by the druids?"

"This is the Guild's territory, could you be mistaken?"

"Blind student, you found Hua Point, Harry may have really been mistaken. ”

"Quiet, be quiet!"

Suspicious, slightly unhappy, Harry knocked on the table, "You can not trust me, but you shouldn't question my mentor, he is ......"

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his contents, and the five of them were startled, the house was protected by a magic array and could not be easily approached. And now, the other party actually touched the front and knocked on the door in a grand manner.

"Who?" asked Harry.

"Guests from afar, I beg to see you. The voice was clear and warm, diluting the ripples and cold rain.

“……”

Harry gestured, stood up to himself, and pulled over gently.

"Squeak!"

Harry was stunned for a moment, it was not a druid, nor a devil, but a strange young man wearing a white cloth robe, a thin body, short chestnut hair, and a delicate face.

He has a pair of green pupils, full of the breath of spring life, and the fluctuations on his body are serene and soft, which is very comfortable.

"In the middle of the night, can you go in and have a cup of tea?" the young man laughed.

"Please come in. ”

Harry frowned and leaned over to let the man in.

The man glanced around and bowed slightly, "My name is Thomas, I am from the Holy See, and I am in charge of preparing for the establishment of the diocese here. ”

“……”

As soon as a sentence came out, the five of them looked at each other for a moment, but they calmed down and knew the way to come.

Schroeder made a gesture, and the puppet servant brought a new refreshment, and said with a smile: "I heard the news earlier, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and the journey was hard." ”

"Thank you for the hospitality. ”

Still with a gentle smile, Thomas tasted a piece of snack, drank half a cup of black tea, and then said, "Schroeder, Harry, Orbas, Vilia, Manich...... The five of you have declared in the local area that the project for the construction of the diocese is enormous and costly, and you will have to work hard for a lot. ”

"Hmph, what do you mean by the Holy See? The Magical Society has been here for twelve years, and you want to grab territory, have you asked our opinion?" Harry snorted.

"There is no need to ask, it is God's will. ”

Thomas looked at the other party and said softly: "Magic originated from the primitive century, it was originally demonic witchcraft, God saved the world, and you naturally want to merge into the Holy See." ”

"Bold!"

The five of them shouted in unison, and Schroeder, who was the most polite, didn't care about his demeanor, and Harry finally took out his pipe, "We don't talk to rude guys, please go back!"

With that, he pointed his finger and hurriedly recited a series of incantations.

Disheveled!

A large amount of white smoke puffed out of the pipe, nimble as life, drowning the other party in minutes.

This is his housekeeping skill, using a pipe instead of a magic wand, and researching a set of smoke-based offensive and defensive systems on his own, which has made countless meritorious contributions and is quite appreciated by the association.

As a result, this time, the smoke was entangled, and I saw a soft light gushing out of it, without the slightest danger, but like the sun dispelling the haze, easily breaking the magic.

The young man showed his body, still looking like Sven, and sighed: "God is loving, and the lost will eventually return to the arms of God......"

With a wave of his right hand, the light instantly exploded, seeping into the minds of the five people little by little.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Harry's feet lifted off the ground, floating ten centimeters, only to feel his body stiff and completely uncontrollable. And consciousness has become sluggish, as if out of thin air a part has been dug out of thin air and a new part has been filled.

Unconsciously, the four of them got used to it and enjoyed the glow, warm and comfortable.

Only Schroeder still had a trace of struggle in his eyes, and his last thoughts twitched suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something. His face was frightened, even distorted, and he pointed at the young man tremblingly, "Many, many......"

Thomas, one of the twelve disciples of the Son.

(There is also a ...... at night ）