The Stone Fort of the Great Waves, the residence of the high-ranking clergy. [Full text reading.]

Endless has not been calm since last night, the thick clouds of lead gray are tumbling non-stop, the sea is unusually silent, there is an indissolvable dullness in the air, and the feeling in the chest makes people want to breathe a few breaths freely to gain a little relaxation and freedom.

The storm is coming.

"This series of plans makes me have to admit that your mind is indeed very good," Sticker exclaimed, he seemed to be in high mood, there was a look of expectation in his eyes, his hair was tied back his head, revealing a broad forehead, his body changed into a black and gold-rimmed robe, since absorbing the soul of the Loheim swordsman, he had become a little different from before, the depression and coldness that emanated from his body had disappeared, and the metamorphosis was a deeply introverted, somewhat aristocratic man.

Luo Lan smiled modestly, glanced at the succubus who was standing aside, and said, "This is also thanks to Ms. Morgantana's intelligence. ”

"No matter how much information you have, you must have people who understand its value and can use it. "Stitch's eyes are no longer the kind of pale without focus and emotion, but deep, condensed, subtle but not revealing. He couldn't tell the specific age, at first glance it seemed to be full of endless vitality, and it seemed that it had been precipitated for too long.

But Luo Lan knew that this person was more dangerous and more powerful than before.

He looked at Sticker seriously, muttered for a moment, and said, "Have you almost recovered your strength?"

"It's just a little bit close. Sticky smiled nonchalantly.

No one knows except himself, so this sentence has no value, it just sends a message to Luo Lan, because he has not fully recovered, so the cooperation between them must continue.

"I was amazed at the strength of Midler's soul, it was the first and most perfect soul I had ever met in over a hundred years, and it wasn't weak, you know, to draw on such a soul. It's a very enjoyable thing. Sticker looked relieved, as if he was still reminiscing about the wonderful feeling of extracting his soul.

"Oh, the perfect soul, the strength is not weak?" Luo Lan heard some clues. Leaning forward, he asked with interest, "Isn't it true that the stronger the strength, the stronger the soul?"

"That's because you still don't understand what a soul is," Sticky said, gesturing at his head, smiling, "What does a soul consist of? But this is only a part of it, in fact, it also includes your **, your emotions, your will, your thoughts, but it is not only a mixture of these, it is also closely related to your **. It is the basis and imprint that contains all the existence of living beings. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the endless sea outside, and said, "It may be a calm contemplative sea now, but in an instant it can turn into a raging wave that destroys everything." ”

"The soul of ordinary people has always been in an unstable state of flux, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, but after spiritual training, their souls are condensed, pure, and stable. It is not easy to fluctuate, so the abyssal beings tend to like to absorb the powerful and determined souls, while those ordinary people tend to be frightened and frightened, causing the souls to become mixed and dull. The Stick eater moved back and forth across his lower lip, appreciating his soul as if he were tasting the delicacy of a feast, and his eyes sometimes flashed with a palpitating light.

Luo Lan frowned, this kind of ethereal thing is completely detached from ** and resourcefulness, as far as he knows, there are many abyssal creatures among the subordinates of the black dragon.

"Your strength is not bad, though. But fighting against Nimbast is still a little lacking......" Sticky was silent for a moment, but finally sighed and said: "I can teach you how to absorb souls, it can't make you strong in a short time, but it can make you see what are the flaws in your heart, fortunately your will and spirit are strong." Just know the gaps and weaknesses. Just go and make it up. ”

Luo Lan's eyes flashed, and he said, "What conditions do you need?"

Sticky snorted. He waved his hand and said, "No need, soul power is rarely mastered by humans, at least I haven't heard much of it in the past few hundred years, so I don't dare to guarantee which step you can do." Now, hold my hand......"

He stretched out a hand, which was now pale and thin, and now slender and white, and still exuded an eerie luster.

Luo Lan took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand, his hands clasped tightly together.

At the moment of grasping it, a heavy power suddenly poured into his mind, but he felt very light, and many wonderful things entered his body together, as if they were countless symbols, more like a low whisper, which contained too many things, so much that he didn't have time to distinguish them one by one.

He can't feel the passage of time, he can't feel the existence of **...... Until waking up again.

The room was quiet and empty, and he was the only one left.

Luo Lan raised his head and found that the clouds on the horizon were accumulating more and more, and it seemed that a grand war was brewing.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a person, and longed to take a look, which was a completely unprovoked thought, and when he was about to face a powerful opponent, especially when the situation was unpredictable and could not be grasped in his hands, it was reasonable that he should have no time or heart to take care of anything else, but the gentle shadow brushed through his mind, like a warm spring flowing through his body, carrying away the sediment and impurities.

He stood up and pushed the door open, and walked through the hallway, standing still in front of Athena's door, his chest rippling.

All along, he has been alone, without a moment's rest, from the beginning of the agreement with Rommels, he has been stubbornly walking on this road, firm, persistent, although he falters, but also knows that the other is walking on the other side of the world, his heart is not lonely, nor lonely.

But Rommels was dead.

I was left alone and walked forward lonely and bumpy.

A person's heart cannot always be full of strength like a bowstring that is forever taut, and the heart also needs tranquility, a sheltered harbor. When you take on too many things, you also need other people to share the remaining weight.

He always thought that Athena was left by his side for some purpose of exploitation, but just now, he vaguely felt that things were not like that, perhaps, he still had a corner that he didn't even want to touch and hidden deep in his heart, he had been careful not to touch it, because as a traveler on a road full of thorns, he was afraid of worrying, afraid of distraction, afraid of loss, afraid of tearing pain, it turned out that the root of all this was that he was not strong enough, originally he thought he was strong, but now he found that he was still very fragile.

Only by summoning the courage to face all the unwilling sides can he be called a true strong man.

Is this what it means to be a strong soul?

He gently pushed open the door, and the room was neatly and brightly furnished, with a few green grasses exuding the breath of life dancing gently on the verandah, and stubborn vitality flourishing in their bodies. It was the first time Luo Lan had come here, and as a necromancer, he originally thought that this place would be obscure and dull, full of gloomy style, but he didn't expect it to be the scene in front of him.

Athena sat sideways at the window, her chin resting on her chin as she stared intently at the swaying green grass, her black hair dancing softly in the wind, a white hand resting on her knees, her soft dark silk robe summing up the perfect curve. Heavy clouds obscured the sky from the sky, but the white light was trying to stop the erosion.

This is an incomparably tranquil picture, as if life is more tenacious and tenacious under this vigorous heavenly power.

The beauty of this necromancer is not only in his appearance, at this moment, Luo Lan seems to have touched a little bit of that ethereal mind, although it is vague, but it is already a little closer.

"I'm going to fight in the Dragon Slayer, I'll bring a lot of priests and Templar swordsmen with me this time, it's easy for you to be exposed, stay in the harbor. Luo Lan said quietly, as if he was afraid of breaking the scene in front of him.

"Hmm," Athena nodded slightly, very compliant.

"The strength of the black dragon is very strong, but I am very confident. ”

Athena looked at him, smiled softly, and nodded again.

Luo Lan was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "After getting the dragon's teeth, I will be able to formulate a new alchemy potion." ”

Athena's hand moved imperceptibly, and after getting the potion, it seemed that the two of them had nothing to do with each other anymore. She didn't answer, Luo Lan felt a little empty inexplicably, as if there was an invisible crack that was expanding and spreading, and she couldn't help but smile and turned around.

I may be lonely on this path, but I will never back down.

Athena stared at his back, and as she was about to walk out the door, she said softly, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't get it." ”

Luo Lan's body paused suddenly, he felt that there was some kind of resonance between the two, the clouds on the horizon began to turn, and a little wind penetrated the room, brushing his ears and brushing his hair, soft and moving.

His whole body seemed to relax, he didn't look back, he didn't turn around, he just walked out, his steps became more powerful and firmer.

He clearly felt that one of the many holes in his soul was slowly being filled.