The voices in the darkness continued. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

……

"So far, the strength of the contract is still weakening, please confirm. ”

"The intensity is waning. ”

"It's weakening. ”

"It's weakening. ”

"The decay of intensity is gradually accumulating, and it is already perceived internally. ”

"Try to hide it as much as possible. ”

"Spreading misleading narratives. ”

"Confirm its impact as soon as possible. ”

"We're running out of time. ”

"Not much. ”

"Not much. ”

……

Exactly the same voice, exactly the same interval of speech, exactly the same pale mask.

I can't tell who's talking, I can't tell how many people are talking, I can't tell if it's someone talking.

……

"Intercepted External Incident Report No. 73: Confirmed that someone has survived from the curse mark, the cause of survival is suspected to be an elemental creature, request permission to understand the relevant contents. ”

"It is possible for elemental beings to erase the same elemental imprints. ”

"If the incident is recorded to be true. ”

"Proof of the existence of corresponding elemental organisms. ”

"Find it. ”

"Try to find it. ”

"Revised Incident Report No. 73. ”

"The request for authority is rejected and an affirmative reply is given. ”

"The event was recorded by the person, focused, externally belonged, and, if necessary, erased. ”

"Externally belonged, can be erased"

……

"Someone is looking inside. ”

"Please confirm. ”

"Someone is looking inside. ”

The investigator's forces confirmed. ”

"Individuals, the probability is ninety, and there is a very small probability that it will attract the attention of the natural temple. ”

"Investigator strength confirmed. ”

"Insignificant. ”

"Obstructing its investigation. ”

"Hindering. ”

"Can't expose us. ”

"Investigator leads confirmed. ”

"Lothar's nightmare. ”

"Cause analysis. ”

"The strength of the contract weakened, and someone was left out, leaving traces. ”

"The Forsaken exist, and the possibility is eighty. ”

"Seventy-five. ”

"Eighty-five. ”

"Track. ”

"High privileges. ”

"High priority. ”

"If the Forsaken is found, it will be used to widen the rift between the crown and the scepter. ”

"This matter will be discussed again. ”

"Talk again. ”

"Talk again. ”

……

It was late at night, in the boys' dormitory, Xiao Hei, who was protesting, saw that the boy touched the manuscript with his hand, and seemed to suddenly fall into a deep sleep, so he patted his face with his arm, and saw that he had no reaction, and carefully pulled a hair down, but there was still no response, so he safely pulled out the magic cloth bag from his hand, spread it on the side of the boy's pillow, lay down comfortably on it, covered it with a small blanket, and snored again after a while.

At this time, no one was sleeping in the bedroom next door, and even at this time in the past, the lighting crystal was still emitting a soft light.

Compared with the boys' dormitories, the girls' dormitories are more spacious: a long table between the two single beds, a large window with a spacious windowsill, lilac curtains hanging on both sides, a stack of books borrowed from the library on the long table, and the most common thing that two girls who don't sleep much usually do is to pick up a book and lean against the head of the bed, chatting half-heartedly and reading half-heartedly until the sky is shining in the morning.

Whether it is for the dead or the demons, this kind of rest is enough to restore physical strength.

"Maureen and Marcus must have gone to the communication tower, after all, they have been busy looking for books for the past few days, and they probably forgot to send letters to their families......" Evenor muttered, sitting on the windowsill with her hands folded around her knees. The moonlight shone on her pale face, and her brown eyes shimmered with a faint brilliance.

Although Tilna had been roommates with the little vampire for several months and basically understood her experience, she didn't know how to comfort the girl at this moment, she walked up to Evenno, handed her pillow in her arms, and said softly: "Maureen is probably also afraid that you will be sad when you think of your family, and I don't want Marcus to say it in front of you." ”

Unlike humans, the Vees, or robots, do not have a social structure based on the family, but they do have the concept of relatives.

"Actually, I'm so vulnerable. Avino lowered his head and smiled: "Although I don't know as much as Morindo, how can I say that I am a few years older than him, and I have experienced so many things......"

"I lived in the village for nearly ten years, and after the war came, I fled with the village chief's grandfather for more than half a year......," Evenor recalled, "and then I was killed and transformed into a dead person, and I spent three or four years in the dark castle of the Blood Scepter Lord without seeing the light of day," the girl's eyes seemed to darken," Unwilling to obey the orders of the Blood Staff, I was locked up in a damp dungeon, forced to come into contact with all kinds of terrible magic and books every day, and in those days I dreamed of basking in the sun, smelling the flowers that bloomed in July, and humming a song in the warm sunshine. ”

"It wasn't until I escaped that I realized that the sun was too hot for me, and I couldn't hug it anymore......" She stretched out her weak hand, holding a thin ray of moonlight, and a sad smile slowly curled into the corners of her mouth.

"But—" The girl took out a crystal vial and placed it in the palm of her hand, the vial contained a crimson liquid that shone in the moonlight, "I'm glad I met Merlin ......"

The crystal vial was given to the girl by Morin, and it contained some of his blood, which was the ration of the little vampire for a whole year. After all, she couldn't prick her fingers and lick them every month when she needed them, so she simply put some more blood on herself at one time, kept it in a vial, and gave it to Evenno as a gift. The small bottle came from the alchemy shop on the college's commercial street, and it cost a lot of gold coins, and according to the boss who was missing a front tooth, as long as the cork was plugged in, even if it was thrown into the gate of time, the quality of the liquid contained in it would still be the same when it was recovered.

It was bitter for the little vampire - she had to resist the temptation to drink the whole bottle of blood at all times, and for some reason, she always felt that the young man's blood exuded a strange aroma, and perhaps this was why her body instinctively rejected other blood. However, according to Morin's guess, it may have been when Saurorumi was in the time that his soul and body were broken because he had not taken blood for too long, and he used blood to awaken himself so that his body completely fused with his blood, and some degree of dependence occurred.

Of course, the more specific teenager can't say clearly, the magic that evokes the dead evolves from black magic, and the branches are even more complex and difficult, which is not something that a teenager in his teens can assert at will.

Remembering Morin, and remembering the stories he had told, the girl looked up at the stars, and found the white corolla in the middle of the starry sky, the constellation of the goddess of life, Villasis, who had retaken the night sky from under the dark scythe of Purutos, the god of death. Her wreath is said to be the only one in the world without any gems, woven from the most common wildflowers and wicker of spring, but Villasis wraps it around her bun, and it is the most powerful crown in the world, from the stars to the mortals, and no living creature dares to offend its majesty.

He was in a daze, when he suddenly felt that the corolla of Villasis had dimmed slightly.

The girl couldn't help but exclaim: "Tyrna, why do I think that the constellation of Villasis has become dim, what is going on!?"

"Maybe the goddess Villasis doesn't like that location and wants to wander somewhere else!" replied Tilna.

"Huh?" said Evenor anxiously, "Isn't that a serious matter?"

Seeing the little vampire's serious look, the Vis Demon Spirit on the side finally couldn't help laughing, and she stretched out her hand and pointed to the eastern sky.

"Ah......h

It turned out that before I knew it, the sky was already slightly bright.

……

In the year of the stars, the freshmen's house life still began with Anna Gu's history of magic.

If there is any common sense formed among the freshmen after three months of college life, it is one must cover one's ears before the principal sings, and one must not be late in Professor Anna's class.

Of course, not only can't you be late, but you can't be in a daze, you can't whisper, you can't make strange noises...... In short, in Professor Anna's class, you must not do anything that violates discipline and will make her unhappy!

For example, the real warrior "Sleeper" Morin, who does not mention the glorious deeds that others know, is still called up to answer questions before every class. Another example is the slightly inferior warrior "Sign Whisperer" Clio, in a recent section of the history of magic, he saw Professor Anna's gaze turned away, so he made a provocative gesture to the "Sleeper". As punishment, Professor Anna used petrification magic to keep his gesture in place for an entire day, and gave him a separate seat in the front row, as well as the same pre-class questions.

So, despite the joy at the dinner party until midnight last night, ten minutes before the start of class, everyone was sitting quietly in the tower classroom, including Clio the "sign languager" in the front row.

Five minutes before class, Professor Anna walked into the classroom with a grain of sand in an hourglass, she lowered her head and sorted out her books, and casually exclaimed, "Morin, what were the decisive battles at the end of the Third Age?"

No one responded, and there was silence in the classroom.

Not hearing an answer, Anna frowned and said unhappily, "Mr. Callander?"

Hearing a hint of unhappiness in her voice, all the students' hearts trembled, and they began to scan the classroom with their peripheral vision, wondering what the real warrior "Sleeper" Morin was up to.

"Report ...... Report to the teacher," Avino stood up and whispered like a mosquito, "Morin...... Like sleeping, oh no, like fainting......"

Only then did everyone realize that behind the tall Barron, Morin was lying on the table, motionless. Just look like that: his forehead is resting on his arm, his body is rising and falling regularly, the breath in his mouth is whirring, there is an inexplicable smile on his face, and even his saliva is about to hang down, where does it look like he is unconscious.

The corners of Anna's eyebrows twitched, she took a deep breath, seemed to suppress her anger with considerable effort, walked to Merlin's side, and raised her tone: "You said he was unconscious?"

"I, we don't know," Avino shook his head hurriedly, "he can't wake up in the morning, but he looks like he's ...... Sleeping, it shouldn't be too much, so Barron put on a dress for him and carried him to the classroom......

The little vampire's pale cheeks grew redder and quieter, and at last even the classmates sitting next to her could not be heard, only the Kadir boy puffed up his chest proudly when she said herself, after all, it was not just any first-year student who could climb from the dormitory castle to the history of magic classroom on this snowy peak.

"Why don't you go to the Tree of Life if you can't wake up, what are you going to do with dragging it to the classroom, what if there's any problem?" he said, reaching out and touching Morin's forehead.

"Cause...... Because Morin said before that when he couldn't wake up, he would wake up after sleeping for a while...... Maybe...... He'll wake up in a few moments......" Evenor almost bit his lip as he squeezed the sentence out. The other classmates all turned red, obviously holding back their laughter.

After sensing it for a moment, Anna withdrew her hand and judged, "It's just that the mental power is exhausted, it's not very serious, and there are no other problems." She returned to the podium, "Miss Evenno, sit down, Barron, take him to the Tree of Life after class, and let him come to my office when he wakes up." ”

"Alright, let's move on. Anna said, "Clio, this question is yours, what were the decisive battles at the end of the Third Age?"

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Growing up, from the moment he had an impression, after using his special abilities, Morin never felt like he had slept for so long.

I vaguely felt like I had a strange dream.

At first, it seemed like my head hurt a little, but then I felt like my body was going up and down like a bump.

It seems that I dreamed of something in the Gangdi Forest, and the bumpy feeling was that the camel went to the royal capital by itself to herd the deer, hmph, the nasty beast, but fortunately I got a mechanical bird in Saurorumi later. Speaking of which, I haven't ridden it yet, so I almost forgot about it, so I can give it a try when I have time......

What did you dream about later?

I want to think about it...... Floating in the gray haze was a glowing manuscript, which looked strange, with an arc-shaped division, most of the content on the right side of the dividing line was blurry, and only a faint symbol could be seen on one line: it was an eye without pupils, painted in dark green ink on taupe paper, hollow and lifeless, exuding fear and despair, which was hard to forget.

This is......

Be......

I see! It's the manuscript of Boloma! It's your missing manuscript! It does record this symbol, and it is exactly the same as the pattern engraved at the bottom of the half-cane in my impression! Moreover, I can really know the missing content with this ability, although I only saw one more symbol this time, but if I have enough mental power, I will definitely be able to know more content!

"I see!" Morin exclaimed excitedly.

He didn't notice why there was no glare of sunlight around him, or why his arm was so sore.

When his vision gradually cleared, he finally found himself in the history of magic classroom, and the teacher with an angry face on the podium looked like Anna Goo.

At this time, there was only one voice left in the heart of the teenager's ups and downs.

"It's a dead ......"