"If you don't die, you won't die."

Charles just smiled and shook his head at what happened to his sworn friend. Zhang Ze's personality is actually somewhat similar to An Ying, they both love face so much, and they are so strong. Just like this supper now, why bother holding on if you can't eat spicy. The consequence of loving face is that the stomach suffers.

Under Anya's reminder, An Ying reluctantly left her seat and went to the front desk to order a small pot of non-spicy fried noodles. Zhang Ze thanked him repeatedly.

"Tell me, what's the matter with us tonight?"

Charles had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks, and looked at An Ying on the other side, who had been trying to speak, but was hesitating. This is a female man, usually not so reserved, this should be something to ask for.

Anya gave her sister an encouraging look on the side.

An Ying took a deep breath, looked at Xia Er seriously, and said, "I...... I was at Susar City Hall today and applied for a player guild. ”

"So I wanted to invite you to come and help me. You and Zhang Ze are both veteran players, and you must be familiar with the guild operation. Although the guild has just started, I believe that the name of the 'Emerald Sword' will definitely spread throughout the continent in the future." ”

She speaks with a strong sense of confidence and hope. It seems that this is indeed a woman who is not willing to be ordinary.

"It turned out to be an invitation."

Zhang Ze breathed a sigh of relief. When An Ying first showed a solemn look, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he was ready to go back to the dormitory and tear up his old friend.

"Guild?"

Hearing this, Charles immediately raised his eyebrows, and refused without thinking: "I'm sorry, I'm already organized, and I don't have time to help you take care of the guild." ”

"That's ......"

This answer was clearly expected by the Ann sisters. An Ying sighed lightly, still showing regret on her face, and begged again: "If you and Zhang Ze are willing to come over, the positions of the two vice presidents are yours." ”

"The vice president of a new guild?" Xia Er didn't speak, Zhang Ze sneered at the beginning of the conversation, "If Xia Er was willing to join the guild, a bunch of people would have been crying and begging, and it would not be your turn." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ze regretted it. He was so quick that he seemed to have forgotten something. Sure enough, Zhang Ze looked at the other side, not only An Ying was staring at him viciously, but even the always quiet Anya sister paper also had a slight unkind look in her beautiful eyes.

"Nima."

Zhang Ze shrunk his neck and muttered in his heart: "Labor and management are honest little langjun." Now people are glass-hearted, and they don't even like to hear the truth. ”

was interjected by Zhang Ze like this, and the atmosphere in the stage was gone. An Ying looked at Charles, who didn't say anything, and opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to persuade further.

Anya pulled the corner of her sister's clothes under the table, gave her a look, and then lowered her head and pretended to play with her mobile phone, but sent a message to An Ying:

"Don't rush, take it one step at a time. If you chase too closely, everyone will just break up unhappily. ”

An Ying's mobile phone shook and shook. She glanced at the past, quickly reined in the disappointment on her face, took the initiative to stand up and smiled: "It's late, let's go back." ”

Several people returned to the south gate of the school.

"You go and send them."

Charles parted ways with them. Zhang Ze patted his chest and took on the task of protecting the flower messenger. It's really late, although the security on the university campus is not bad, and there are many street lights, but girls will inevitably be afraid of the dark.

In fact, Charles also wanted to send the An sisters, but in the WeChat group on his mobile phone, a private message immediately made him change his mind.

“b.o.l。” The information is very concise, with three capital English letters, and the full translation is beonline, online.

The sender is Long Yan.

It must be the six-ring magic scroll that has eyebrows.

Thinking like this, Charles sped up a lot of pace, rushed back to the dormitory, and sat down on the mock chair without taking off his shoes, connecting to "Dawn".

"Welcome back, Holy Presence."

The hustle and bustle of the docklands comes into view. Even though it's late at night, the docks are still bustling with brigs unloading and sailors gathering in taverns, whistling and wrestling their wrists.

As soon as he went online, Charles noticed a snow-white carrier pigeon parked at his feet.

Taking out the letterhead, Charles glanced at it and set off towards the temple area.

Long Yan leaned against the stone arch in the temple area, and his two-handed sword stood diagonally beside him. He put his head on his hands and looked at the stars, and when he heard the footsteps, his face was paralyzed and a smile appeared.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"If you're a few steps late, I'm afraid I'll get off the line and go to a bar near the house for a drink."

This guy made a rare joke.

"Drinking?" Charles also laughed out loud and blinked his eyes, "Who doesn't know that you Long Yan is a pure-hearted Puritans, but I'm afraid that you're still a child/chicken?" ”

Charles's words hurt a single dog tons, and Long Yan's face was paralyzed and his face twitched a few times.

"This is the scroll you want."

The paladin seemed to be a little angry, took out a magic scroll and stuffed it into Charles's arms, then took his two-handed greatsword and walked towards the darkness of the temple area.

"If there is anything in the future, be on call." Charles shouted with a smile at his back.

The paladin waved his hand, looking very dashing.

Charles looked at the scroll in his hand.

【Scroll: Anti-Demon Field】

Grade: Six Rings

Effect: Activates the 'Anti-Magic Field' spell with a set of generic spells, negating magic within 10 feet.

Description: The work of the High Priest of the Temple of Thom, please use it with caution. ”

Purple text.

"Let's hope the magic painting quest will give me the same reward......" Charles grabbed the slightly hot scroll, trying not to imagine himself holding 4,000 gold coins.

Buying items of this level from the temple should not only require gold, but also a lot of contribution value. Charles didn't know how much of the temple contribution Longyan had lost. Since the other party doesn't take the initiative to say, then he won't ask. This is a tacit understanding between friends. There is always a time for both parties to help each other and return favors.

"I'm going to stay up all night and fight."

Charles put away the scroll, muttered in place, and strode to the edge of the aristocratic quarter.

The ancestral home of the Carol family.

Set against the backdrop of dark mountains, the area is sparsely built, with the exception of Carroll's sprawling manor house, which stands out in the moonlight.

As soon as I reached the gate of the manor, before I could knock on the door, the mottled doorway opened. Mary, the woodland witch, seems to have caught a glimpse of Charles' arrival with her magic, and offers to greet her at the door.

"Are you ready, Pastor Charles?" The witch asked in a solemn voice.

"I think it's okay."

Charles glanced at the mission panel. There are two days left in the mission time limit of [Magic Painting]. But Charles, who had got the scroll, couldn't hold it anymore. He had a feeling that the further he dragged it back, the worse the situation of the aristocratic girl became. On the other hand, the task reward should also have a certain correlation with the task completion time.

The sooner you finish, the higher the implicit reward. Of course, these are all Shire's speculations and need to be verified.

"Miss Cathy has locked herself in her bedroom all day, and not a drop of water has entered. I'm glad that Pastor Charles found a way so quickly. ”

Mary, the Woodland Witch, smiled, and as her words turned to solemnity, she said, "When I enter the bedroom, I will do my best to use an improved suggestion technique close to the Seven Rings to counter the power of the magic painting and stabilize Miss Cathy." ”

"Then I'll give you that magic painting, Priest Charles, and I hope you'll be able to bring it to the temple and leave it to the priests there."

Charles nodded, and followed Mary, the Woodland Witch, to Cathy's compound.

The other little maid, Ya'er, is nowhere to be found, presumably hypnotized by Mary's spell. After all, the magic painting is too dangerous, and ordinary people are infected by that evil aura, but they are afraid that they will not last long before they will be transformed into undead creatures.

"Ready."

The woodland witch stands in the middle of the red maple forest, opposite the bedroom window. The aristocratic lady was sitting by the window, her hair was disheveled, she was no longer as beautiful as before, her face was as white as snow, and there were clearly distributed blood vessels flowing with black blood.

Her nails had also become jet black and sharp, and she was staring blankly at the portrait of the god she had copied, and there was no breath of a living person on her body.

Mary's mouth was changing, she must have recited a spell, but she didn't make the slightest sound.

This witch undoubtedly has mastered an incredible super-magical specialty, [Spell Silence].

In fact, the witch who has mastered the [Spell Silent Hair] specialty does not need to move her mouth at all, and only needs to recite the spell silently in her heart to complete the spell. She did this just to take care of Charles, so that Charles could see the shape of her spell's mouth and judge the time to enter the field.

A delicate witch.

Charles glanced appreciatively over the Red Maple Grove, and the moment the witch's mouth stopped moving, the Priest of the Holy Coming raised his sword and charged at the door, kicking the seemingly solid doorway with a sword and a kick.

Lady Cathy, a noble lady, tilted her head and lay limply in her chair. The witch's suggestion worked, and Cathy breathed slowly, apparently asleep.

"We must seize our chances!"

"If it fails this time, the plot line will be broken."

Charles stared at the magic painting hanging from the bedside of his bedroom, and hurried to the wall in three or two steps.

The perfect goddess in the portrait is looking at him with a pair of dark blue eyes, with a smile on her face and a mocking look in her eyes.

“…… You are killing yourself, Holy Presence! ”

"Your soul will be cursed by me, and Ogma will not save you!"

A cold female voice came to mind.

"Really?"

Charles let out a sneer, he remembered the last time he had almost been killed by the magic painting, and the taunting. It can only be said that the IQ of this magic painting is still too low, if you are not prepared, do you dare to come a second time?

Ignoring the voice in his head, Charles reached out and touched the painting, about to remove the frame.

But an icy aura immediately enveloped Charles's body.

The blood began to flow backwards, and there was a sharp pain similar to the previous one, and the body exploded. Charles frowned, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule, "The old technique is repeated, is it still the six necromancy 'Blood Vine Grove'?" ”

As soon as his mind moved, the 'Anti-Demon Field' scroll was grasped in the palm of his hand. Charles recited a simple unsealing spell, and the scroll in his hand suddenly bloomed with brilliant brilliance.