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Purple lightning fell to the ground, smearing a long scorch mark. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Almost at the same time, there seemed to be strange ripples in the pitch-black scorch, and suddenly, a crack opened in the surface of the earth—the picture under the thunder light was like a triumphant painting of a paranoid patient, the night sky suddenly brightened out with strange brushstrokes depicting mountains and forests, and the branches of trees came to life in an instant like ghostly dancing claws.

Miss Mage, the bandits, including the always bold veteran Scott, felt a surge of horror in their hearts, as if an electric current rose from the soles of their feet, instantly paralyzing their whole bodies, and breathing began to become difficult, and the extremely oppressive and cold feeling spread to every cell in the body at this moment.

The sensation even made them speechless and unable to move their feet.

The group looked up—

In the boundless darkness, a young man with a calm posture and an extremely handsome face walked slowly, with a slender body and a straight back. The light of lightning in the night rain shone on his face, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eyebrows were raised sharply, and his lips were pursed into a thin line, which seemed to have a little arc of unknown meaning. Miss Radia tried to move, but found it extremely difficult to turn—

The footsteps are heavier than the sound of raindrops, stepping on the ground and stepping on the heart. Various sounds formed a strange quiet melody, the outline in front of her eyes gradually became clear, and her frightened heart was like a rabbit frightened by danger, Lady's eyes widened - what kind of face was this? Perhaps, the word "handsome" that is usually used to praise men is no longer enough to describe it, and the whole body is wrinkled and shining like the statue of the god of war in the Place of Wisdom Shenghui, and every part of the body is perfectly unlike the reality that exists in this world.

For some reason, looking at the man in front of her, Radia immediately thought of Glo - although compared to the appearance between the two, the bandit leader resembled a toad that provoked a blue peacock. But vaguely, she seemed to see something in common. It's just that she is completely different from the bandit leader with a "gentle" temperament, and the temperament of the man in front of her is like a thousand years of ice in an extremely cold place, but she can't give birth to the slightest intimacy, let alone the love and excitement of a girl.

Miss Mage's mind drifted in the silent night rain, the man's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the raindrops fell on his body, and before he could touch the silver-white, full-body armor covered with intricate magic patterns, it swung along the rounded arc towards the soles of his feet, and the mud spots stirred up seemed to hit an invisible wall, and there was not a single trace of his leg armor.

The arm brushed off the white cloak, subtle arcane runes appeared in the silver eyes, and the cold expression quickly hung a smile—a delicate and beautiful standard smile that showed eight teeth.

"I'm sorry for the harassment from Stuart Toney. Gentlemen, and that beautiful young lady, you seem to be in some very special trouble? ”

The young man's mouth was in standard Elantant language, and his magnetic voice had a slight tongue-curling tone with the nobles of the royal capital of Elva, and his gaze quickly swept over the crowd before finally falling on Miss Mage—clear, pure, not inferior to any papal knight who had dedicated his life and honor to the Holy Radiance.

The figure passed through the bandits who had stayed where they were, and the young man came into the crowd, his words as if they had a special magical power, like the prayers of the priests. Radia felt the warmth of being cared for in her limbs, not from the skin of her body, but from the touch of her heart - it is hard to imagine that a person can have such a great contagion just by a word.

It is completely different from the previous "don't get close to the living" temperament.

Radia stood in place in a daze, thinking that she was in great danger and planned to take out her staff to resist at the first opportunity, but at this moment, she no longer had the slightest hostile thoughts. This feeling is not unique to Miss Non-Shi, although the bandits are still on guard, but in their hearts, they no longer regard the man in front of them as an enemy.

The white cloak hunted in the wind and rain, and the young man's gaze lingered on the crowd for a moment, and then he looked up at the shadows in the mountains in the distance.

In the empty room, there wasn't a lot of furniture, a desk, a chair, and a bookcase—the Lich from Dill's Crossing, Master Spike's excited singing came to an abrupt halt, and he blinked, and a puff of air seemed to pour into his sockets, causing his red soul fire to flicker slightly.

"Stuart's body odor?"

"What is he doing here?"

"What the hell is he trying to do—oh, that pedantic fool who forgets his identity as a dead man and always talks about the Seven Virtues of a knight never comes to the door!"

"Is a mere fog of will worth making a fuss?"

"But that guy probably won't listen to me, so he'll have to figure out a way."

The lich finished pacing and sat back down at his desk, his finger bones opening a book—he was once a member of the Council of the Dead, and he knew the strength and character of the "Knight of the Broken Sword" very well. There is no trouble between the two, but Spike has no doubt that he is in trouble with what he feared.

Although he did not appear in person, it was not strictly speaking a violation of the Karthas Agreement.

But it's not him who decides if he's wrong—he thinks of the disgusting things that might happen in Graveyard, the damn bastard in the Council of the Dead throwing dirty water on him again, and Spike quickly finds a figure from his memory, and that figure has always been impressed in his soul -

There is only a skeleton body, but in pursuit of some real beauty, flesh and blood are pasted. It's a pity that the technical level is not up to par, and the whole body seems to have been gnawed by wild dogs, especially the head part, just like a **** on the side of the road that has been run over by the wheels of a carriage.

Angus!

Spike the Lich repeats the name over and over - the quill quickly circles the words of the book, and then he takes out a stack of manuscript paper from the desk drawer and begins to draw with a brush, the finger bones holding the pen steady and strong, but it is not at all obvious from the few brushstrokes that he is drawing something, all the symbols of circles and crosses.

In fact, he himself did not know that this was pure venting graffiti. This is one of his habits, whenever he encounters something troublesome, he always carries out this kind of artistic creation that is free from low-level interests, because it can keep him away from anger and keep his mind cool.

A creature like a lich has no sense of smell after losing its flesh and blood - Spike is able to detect the arrival of the deceased only because of his psychic sense.

Anyway, he is also a person who belongs to the [Transcendent Realm].

After a series of gasps calmed down, Spike stood up and walked out of the room. The cool breeze blowing in the outside world suddenly made him shiver inexplicably-