The reagents in the bookcase are quickly picked out by Spike, and the phalanges hold an alchemy pen, and Spike's men move non-stop, and words begin to be muttered in their mouths, and a circle of various geometric figures and strange characters is rapidly formed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the info desk, a clean piece of parchment gradually rose a faint silvery-white point of light.

It's a miniature version of the retracement circle, the size of a dinner plate, and within the circular edge, a three-arrow symbol stands out in the light of a light - a spell that usually requires a medium to cast successfully.

Spike's index finger in his right hand reached into a narrow-mouthed reagent bottle, moistening the phalanx with liquid, and then dipped it in a small pile of powder made from the ring on his desk—

The powder shifted from the phalanges to the triangular symbol within the circle—the lich's eyes seemed to be stuffed with dry wood, and the red soul fire suddenly burned. He saw a picture.

A blinding, disgusting white ball of light magnified in his field of vision, a scream of "quack", and black feathers flew - this reduced version of the retrospective circle was only three seconds, but in those three seconds, Spike already understood what had happened to his "little Willy".

"May the soul rest in peace!"

Spike mutters a prayer, tightens his black cloak, grabs his staff, and walks outside the house. For others, "Little Willy" may be just an alchemized owl, but for the lich, the animal that has accompanied him for several years and spent his long lonely years with him is undoubtedly his closest companion, and in the hundreds of years, his former relatives have long since died, and in the world of living beings, the flow of time washes away the traces of "Spike". After choosing eternal life, "Little Willy", in his clear memory, has become his most important relative.

Although, it is an owl.

Spike is not a mad, violent and deranged lich, nor has he done the horrific and bloody things of the legendary slaughter of cities, and he has remained calm and sane without touching his limits. But this time, with the death of "Little Willy", the flames of anger have spread to his limbs.

Holy Radiance Church, unforgivable!

"Unforgivable!"

The High Priest from the Holy City of Vest, one of the bishops of the Holy Radiance Church, Clifford, frowned. The young knight ran out of the tavern window, and was about to bend down to pick up the owl's feathers from the ground, when the dirty black feathers exploded instantly, and black smoke rushed into the knights' faces.

With a wave of his hand, Cliffor unleashed a golden barrier of light, holding out the black smoke - as a senior priest, looking at the clean ground, the streets were no longer full of any remains of the necromantic owl, and he knew the meaning of the explosion.

That evil necromancer is destroying the evidence of the tracking. At the same time, there was a curse in those black smokes. Cleaver couldn't tell what the curse was from the moment, but no matter what, he couldn't watch the young knights plot in front of him.

"Sir, ma'am, your food!"

The tavern was still busy, and the waiter was followed by a companion, who carried a huge tray and placed a plate of white bread, lamb chops, and smoked pheasant on the table, and a steaming mushroom soup was brought to the table, a whole large basin, which was enough even for the gourmets.

Glo nodded to the two waiters. After putting the food on the table one by one, the two waiters said in unison, "Please use it slowly!" He bowed and exited the box.

With the arrival of the food, the atmosphere in the box was lively again, and those things about [Justis] and the nobles were deliberately downplayed by the bandit leader. Glo picked up the spoon, scooped out a small bowl of mushroom soup, and pushed it in front of Miss Mage beside her, "Radia, how about you try the mushroom soup here?" ”

Miss Mage likes mushroom soup very much, and Glo has already noticed in her usual observation that at the picnic in the birch forest yesterday, the fresh soup made from wild mushrooms, Miss Mage even killed a large bowl alone, squinting her eyes and patting her little belly with satisfaction. The previous atmosphere, the gazes and words of the fellow bandits, may have hurt Miss Mage, but in Glo's heart, he hoped that those temporary unhappiness would be quickly washed away with this bowl of mushroom soup.

Miss Mage grasped the spoon in her small hand, but she didn't make the next move, her eyes looked at Glo, and she blinked-

Glo smiled and beckoned to his companions to go. Radia didn't speak, but he read in her eyes what she was trying to say—his kindness and trust, and Miss Mage reciprocated.

The food was delicious, and the robbers quickly got down to munch. Glo's fingers forcefully and skillfully tore off a pheasant leg and placed it on Lady's plate, and when his companions saw this courteous act, they burst into a roar, whistles, and jokes.

"Boss, what's wrong with you today?"

"Congratulations Miss Ladia, you have met a gentle and good man!"

"Don't let Gloh down!"

"Tsk, ...... boss"

Miss Lady's little face was flushed with shame, and she wanted to bury it on her plate. The ruddy complexion stretched from her face to her neck, and Radia even felt her whole body feel hot.

Maybe it's because of the temperature of the mushroom bisque?

Glo smiled, and this time he didn't stop his companions from heckling. The otaku longs for spring, just like the farmer who looks forward to the rain after a great drought, and in his heart, he is thinking: Is it to take this opportunity to confess to Miss Ladia?

Aristocracy? Bandits? The question of identity doesn't matter to Glo. In essence, otaku are not from this world, and they don't have so many ideological shackles. If Miss Radia was willing to accept him, it might seem to others that it was a flower on cow dung, but he didn't mind making a piece of fertile cow dung. In this case, Miss Mage will become a real person herself, and there will be no more estrangements.

After swallowing a slice of white bread, Glo's tongue licked his lips and was about to speak—

"Sorry to bother you!"

The two young knights pushed open the door of the box and shouted as they stood in front of it. They were almost completely armed, barely wearing masks, white cloaks at their sides, embroidered with golden sun motifs.

It's the Church of Divine Radiance!

Glo's whole body tensed suddenly, and at this moment, he immediately thought of the possibilities brought by [Justis]. Unlike most of the people of the kingdom, he and his companions did not or had lost that faith in the Divine Radiant after the brutal Sixth Eta War, and the Church of the Holy Radiance was only a large organization for them. If the Church is coming for Justis, Glo doesn't mind a fight.

His right hand was already resting silently on the hilt of his sword at the bottom of the table.