"Those in front, stop your current movements immediately, leave your weapons with both hands, and stand where you are, otherwise you will be regarded as an enemy by Zororumi!"

As the swordsman of the team leader stopped shouting, Morin and Eminno were already standing in place. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But apparently, the two walking corpse swordsmen did not have much judgment on their own, and they were still approaching gradually, until Threost slowly raised his right hand, the ghostly hand hidden in the dark armor, that the walking corpse swordsman withdrew his sword from its scabbard and stood still.

At the same time, the group of soldiers, led by heavily armored swordsmen, had approached, and surrounded the five of them in the middle, leaving only one side empty—the wall of the inn behind Morin, and the innkeeper, a stocky young man, was watching the street in a panic from the door and window.

"Stand back, leave those two children, filthy dead!" exclaimed the leading swordsman in heavy armor, his face hidden in the tight helmet, only two angry gazes shot out of the gap in the face guard, and he was particularly annoyed that the dead were openly attacking the two children in the streets of Sororumi.

Although the dead had been brought into the Broken World long before the first flame of order was ignited in Todder, the war between the dead and the living broke out in the more than a thousand years of chaos in the Third Age of Tolder. Even today, hundreds of years after the Holy Alliance succeeded in quelling the war and keeping the continent at peace, many of the living, especially civilians and soldiers among ordinary humans, remain hostile to the dead.

With a wave of his hand, Threost motioned for the two walking corpse swordsmen to retreat behind him, and then hissed to the heavily armored swordsmen, "I'm sorry, but I think I'm just exercising the sacred and inviolable power of a nobleman. His voice became harsh and sharp, like a dying scream, and when he heard this, Morin only felt a shiver all over his body, and the appearance of the vicious old man in the Gangdi Forest appeared in his mind, as if all positive emotions were slowly disappearing with the scream.

This is the ability of ghosts to spread fear, and this kind of body blurring of the dead is also based on this to earn the third order of the class.

But fear only occupied the young man's mind for a moment, and with the faint warmth released by Xiao Hei and Mo Lin's own efforts, he immediately came back to his senses, and his eyes became clear again. Feeling a dull pain in his head, the boy took out the small white flower in his pocket, the Star of Electric Pea, and sniffed it.

The soldiers with spears around them also shuddered, but none of them showed fear on their faces, let alone their leader, the heavily armored swordsman.

The heavily armored swordsman glanced at his soldiers, then paused on Morin's face again, and saw that the boy had come to his senses, showing some appreciation, and then returned to Threos. He snorted: "Damn ghost, put away your tricks that only work for cowards, and explain to me in detail, damn it, if there is any deception or joke, I swear, you will spend the rest of your long life in the black prison of Sororumi." ”

Even a ghost from the Land of the Dead, since he mentioned the power of the nobles, he had to give him a chance to explain, which made the leading swordsman very angry.

But Threost didn't speak at once, the pale green void in his cloak turned to the roof of the inn, where there seemed to be only an empty moon shadow, and said coldly: "Since you want to explain, you can also come down and listen, the rat hiding there, you have been there for a while, haven't you?"

Following the ghost's gaze, a young figure suddenly appeared on the roof of the inn, which was originally empty, and he jumped from the roof, did not use magic, but stepped on two pale green dazzling barriers, and landed smoothly in front of Merlin with strength.

It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man with short red hair, holding a silver metal wand, wearing a black mage robe embroidered with a flowering silver tree embroidered on the back of the robe, and a beautiful line of letters - Iluvita - under the silver tree.

The red-haired man noticed Morin's gaze and couldn't help but ask narcissistically, "Sure enough, it's looking at my hair, isn't my short red hair very handsome!ahaha-" Of course, he soon noticed his inappropriateness and changed his words: "Well, to introduce, I'm a fifth-year student of the Classical Mage School of Iluvita Academy, Mike Caviezer, your senior." Take care of you," he pointed to Aeno, "the safety of the journey, originally the school estimated that you might have some trouble, but I didn't expect it to be the current situation. You should be honest with the examiner when you take the exam, so that the teachers at the house should be in charge of your safety now, not me, a fifth-year student. ”

Mike smiled bitterly at Aeno and continued, "I think it's better for you to go back to the Land of the Dead with him in this situation. ”

“…… I don't know......" The girl's eyes dimmed a little, and she replied in a low voice, but her gaze quickly became firm and she shook her head: "I won't go back with him." With that, Aeno pressed the dagger in his hand to his heart.

Seeing the girl's appearance, Mike sighed and shielded the two children behind him, facing the ghost and the heavily armored swordsman.

The atmosphere was a little solemn.

At this moment, Threost spoke, and said in his ordinary cold and stiff tone, "Presumably, you should all have some understanding of the land of the dead. ”

After waiting for a moment, seeing that neither Mike nor the heavily armored swordsman denied it, he continued, "So you should know that taking the body of the deceased and shaping the soul with the secrets of magic to evoke the creatures that walk on the earth again must obey the will of the summoner until the summoner dies, or," he paused, "strong enough to ignore or devour the summoner's will." ”

"And the girl who appears to be human," Threost pointed to Aeno, "is a vampire evoked by Lord Bloodstaff, a true deceased," he stressed, "and she ran out against her will, and I, on orders, took her back." ”

"So," concluded Threos, "I'm just helping my lord to assert his power, so are you going to shield a fugitive, Zororumi?"

The leader of the heavily armored swordsmen turned his head towards Eminor, as if feeling the aura on her, and after a moment shook his head and said, "No matter what, there is no room for armed conflict in the city of Zororumi, especially between professionals. Even if the fugitives are apprehended," he said to the ghost, "they should be reported to the Department of Garrison, and we will take care of the arrest." ”

"I'm sorry, though," the heavily armored swordsman said, "Saurolorumi doesn't have any connection to your land of the dead other than commercial activities, and it's impossible for us to recognize or help you capture the fugitives." So," he seemed to smile, "please respect the little girl's decision." ”

"And," the swordsman leader seemed to play with the ghost in front of him, "given your previous behavior, I will report you to be watched as a dangerous person, and as long as you are in Sororumi, I promise, you will never want to pull out that cutlass from your waist again." ”

Threost had said he wouldn't laugh anymore, but he didn't know if he would be angry, and if he did, Merlin was sure that the ghost in black armor and cloak in front of him must be at the height of his anger. His hand was firmly gripping the scimitar hilt at his waist, and the burning hollow eyes stared at the swordsman leader, as if he was about to meet the swordsman's sword at any moment, and the gaze in the gap between the swordsman's face was still mockingly defiant.

The two walking corpse swordsmen on the ghost's side felt something, and they also grasped the hilt of the sword at their waists.

Conflict seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

"That's it!" As if holding back his anger, Threost let go of the hilt.

"How stupid are you going to be?" his voice sharpened again, and he shouted at Aeno, "Don't you know that the memories in your mind, the past you thought you were, are actually all the memories of your body's life?!

Aminor, however, was unmoved, and looked at Sereuost with the same mocking expression.

"Even if I can't bring you back alive, if I don't complete the mission, I'll bear the wrath of the adults," said some angry ghosts, "Do you think that Lord Bloodstaff will be tolerant of you, don't think too much of yourself." As soon as I fail the mission, the adults will kill you immediately, without mercy. ”

Hearing such words again, Morin's heart became heavier: "Senior Mike, isn't he lying, why is it different from what I saw in the book." It is recorded that the lord can only torture the dead he evokes, but he cannot kill them at will, especially at such a distance. ”

Mike, who had short red hair, shook his head solemnly and replied, "I don't know much about the land of the dead, and it seems that something has happened to them in recent years, and besides, some necromancers who are skilled in death magic may really have some special methods to control the dead they evoke. ”

But Aeno nodded and replied, "What he said is true, from the moment I was killed and then awakened, I could feel that my soul was not complete, and that a part of it should be imprisoned in the Blood Staff, so he could kill me at any time." But," a hint of determination flashed in the girl's eyes, "I'd have been ready for a long time, I'd rather die than go back." It's good enough to do this, at least they can't defile my corpse anymore, thank you, Maureen, and don't forget what you promised me at the end. ”

Without waiting for Morin to reply, she took two steps forward and shouted at Sereos, "I will not go back, report to your master." ”

The night was so deep and quiet, only the faint sound of a waterfall weakened by the spell structure fell dimly against the background of the night's peace.

Threost took out a crystal ball from under his cloak, the crystal ball was not large, somewhat similar to the one that Bloodeye Brand used to test Merin's mana capacity. He held the crystal ball in his hand, raised it flat to his chest, and said slowly, "You still have a chance to choose." There was a flame burning in the two eyeholes on the ghost's decaying cheeks, and it was impossible to see what thoughts and emotions were behind those two ghosts.

The heavily armored swordsman was silent, the red-haired senior Mike was silent, and the young man's clear eyes revealed a complicated gaze, and his mouth opened slightly: "Do you really want to do this, Aeno, I think ......"

The girl held the boy's hand, feeling the boy's warmth, she showed a faint smile and whispered: "It's good to know you on the journey, you are the first friend I have met since I woke up, I wish you to fulfill your wish and become a great mage." ”

The woman's hand was cold, but steady, and Morin's throat moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the girl didn't give him a chance.

She turned to the cloaked ghost.

"I, no, I'll go back!" said Aeno word by word, at this moment there seemed to be a hint of fear in her brown eyes, and perhaps a hint of anger, but more of a tranquility, like the sunshine on a winter stream, "Mom and Dad, and the village chief and grandfather." Aeno misses you......"

"Hmph," said Sereost coldly, "because there are too many memories of the past, and there are still human boring emotions, in their words, it is really sad. ”

As he spoke, he crushed the crystal ball in his hand, turned around and walked into the night with the two walking corpse swordsmen, and never looked back.

As they walked away, at the point where the crystal ball was crushed, a wave of esoteric magic fluctuated and countless crystal fragments of the crystal ball emitted a blood-red light, slowly spiraling and splicing together, forming a blood-red cane.

The staff is not long, carved with two coiled snakes, wrapped around the deep purple magic crystal inlaid on the handle of the staff, and on the body of the staff, engraved with a string of small letters: Aeno Blood Staff.

Immediately after, dense red lines appeared on the blood-colored cane, emitting a dazzling red light, as if it was about to burst at any time, reflecting the faces of everyone around him in blood red.

"Goodbye, Merlin, I'm so glad to meet you......" Aeno muttered with tears in her eyes.

Merlin looked at the girl stupidly, then at the crimson cane, not noticing that his fingertips had pierced his palm. He clenched his bloody fists, tears dripping from his blue eyes, "If I can lift this magic, if I can kill the scum who performed the magic immediately, if I have more power, I may be able to save Aeminor......"

There has never been a time like this when a teenager is so thirsty for strength.

"Don't ......!" he cried out in pain.

But the crimson blood staff flickered for a moment, and finally shattered, first the dark purple magic crystal on the staff handle, then the staff body, and finally the name engraved on the staff.

And with the name shattered, Aeminor, a girl of only twelve years old, fell silently into Maureen's arms.

There seemed to be a faint smile on his serene cheeks.

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