After just one day off after the engagement ceremony, Moriarty was back to his normal work. The first thing he had to do was to fulfill the promise he had made to White a long time ago and to provide his followers with the most suitable armament.

"White, can you find out about your recovery?" Sitting sideways on the large workbench in the real yàn room, Moriarty said to White in front of him, holding a transparent glass-like ball in his hand, and a faint red light shone from the sphere.

"Hehe, of course." White did not hesitate, and immediately took off his clothes, revealing his unusually strong upper body covered with old and new scars, and said briskly: "Look, although an arm is missing, the other bits and pieces are still neat." And in the past two years, I have been looking for a new path, and I have finally gained something. ”

"Yes." Moriarty nodded wordlessly, her gaze focused on her follower's severed arm.

Although he had known this fact for a long time, Moriarty's heart was still filled with deep guilt and remorse when he saw White's stump of less than ten centimeters and the huge scar on his right shoulder. But now, no amount of guilt can make White reborn with a broken arm, and he still has to look forward.

Determined, Moriarty gently raised the transparent ball in his hand, and at the beginning of his thoughts, a red light shot out silently from the ball, shining on White's chest, forming an obvious point of light. Then, the point of light began to grow in size, turning into a red curtain of light that wrapped around its torso. Later, under the continuous infusion of Moriarty's magical power, the red light emitted by the orb actually covered White's entire body, as if White was floating in a layer of strange red liquid.

"White, you're doing well, you're basically fine. But it's strange why there are so many new scars all over your body? Especially on your back, several wounds that have not even healed and are accompanied by extensive bruising? After a few moments, Moriarty's raised arm slowly lowered, and the light from the orb was interrupted.

"Hehe, magic is such a magical power, even the old wounds from two months ago can be detected." Looking at Moriarty's unusually serious face, White shrugged his shoulders easily and put his clothes back on: "If you have a harvest, you must pay, you still taught me this sentence." ”

"So, what kind of harvest is that, and what kind of price is demanded at such a price?" Moriarty frowned and asked rhetorically.

"My harvest, this is it!" White's words fell, and a gray cloud appeared beneath his feet.

It was an aura of spikes and shadows, gray, sharp, and unforgiving. From a distance, it looks like a shield made of thorns, which is intimidating.

"What is this?"

"Shield of Thorns!" White let out a cold snort, then raised his left hand and punched him inexplicably in the chest.

"Smack!" White's fist slammed into his chest.

In an instant, a faint, almost invisible spiked shadow burst out of White's front as if in response, silently piercing into his chest-length fist before vanishing again. Immediately, White's left fist became red and swollen, and even the flesh was torn, revealing several minor wounds. It was as if the punch had not hit the tough pectoral muscles, but had hit the pegboard made of cast iron.

"Damage rebound!?" Moriarty looked at White's injured left hand and snorted softly.

"Yes, this is the ability of the 'Shield of Thorns', and it is also the new path I have found." White didn't care about his injury, looked at Moriarty, said calmly, and the aura under his feet disappeared.

"'Shield of Thorns'... It has to be said that this is a powerful but dangerous aura. Looking back at White, Moriarty sighed softly, stood up, and summoned a spell to heal his damaged left hand. Then, from the cabinet next to him, he took out a piece of white gauze that had been soaked in the diluted healing liquid beforehand, and carefully wrapped it for White. …,

"No wonder you suffer so much damage. White, the new path you have chosen is not easy to walk. After being completely bandaged, Moriarty slowly sat back on the edge of the workbench and said in a deep voice: "The so-called damage rebound is destined to hurt others before hurting yourself. Whoever takes up this 'shield' will first be pierced by his own thorns..."

"That's the price. Otherwise, wouldn't the 'Shield of Thorns' be invincible" Obviously, Moriarty's concern White had already thought clearly, and smiled indifferently at the moment: "Moriarty, you are a mage, but you are also a warrior, you should understand the truth that 'aura is the heart of a warrior'." If my heart is like this, how can I disobey it? ”

"'The halo is the heart of a warrior'... You're right. Hearing White say this, Moriarty had no choice but to nod and stop persuading. The aura is the embodiment of the warrior's heart, and Hamilton has already told him this truth.

"So, what about your 'Eagle Halo'?" After a brief pause, Moriarty continued to ask.

"Falcon? It's gone. White shook his head slightly. Although he didn't say much, the silence and remembrance in his eyes that couldn't be concealed betrayed his mood at the moment.

"Sure enough."

Even though he said that he had found a new path, how could he easily forget the "Eagle Falcon Halo" that was watered with sweat and blood in the past? It's just that the aura of a warrior is only fine, and there can never be a situation where two or even more halos are at the same time. The rebirth of the "Shield of Thorns" represents the demise of the "Eagle Falcon". And for White, the pain and grief is probably far greater than the loss of an arm or even death.

"Don't worry about the past, Moriarty. God said, 'There will be light ahead.'" The road ahead must always be carried on. Because you and I both have dreams. Taking a deep breath, White looked at the other with a resolute and persistent gaze.

“… You're right..."

A few hours later, White left the studio, saying he was going to walk outside the city. And Moriarty went to the barracks of the Lille squadron alone.

"Can you get a few things for you?" Lille was the only one in the Chinese barracks, and Moriarty got straight to the point.

"Tell me about it." Lille pointed to an empty camp chair and sat it down, while he poured himself a cup of hot barley tea and handed it over.

"Thank you." Moriarty took a sip, then put the cup down and said, "A set of Terran-style Carrera Thorn Armor, a Cauchy Gold Spiked Shield, and a Lion's Roar long-range heavy crossbow. ”

"Haha, these are rare high-end military armor." After listening to Moriarty's words, Lille couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "I still wonder why you, an alchemist, came to me today to get equipment, it turned out that it was really a problem for me." ”

"I know it's not easy, so I'm going to ask you for help." Moriarty also smiled, admitting that his request was not satisfied: "If it's inconvenient, I'll find another way." ”

"Listen to me first." Lille stretched out his hand to stop Moriarty's words, then stood up, paced back and forth in the barracks for a few steps, and turned to the other side, "The Cauchy Golden Shield and the Lion's Roaring Heavy Crossbow are not a big problem. These two pieces of equipment are in stock in the city defense army. Although classified as special equipment, it is difficult for ordinary sergeants to obtain. But if I come forward to apply, I should still be able to win it, after all, the squadron leader has this qualification and right. It's just Carrera's Thorn Armor, hehe, you must know that it's elite-level armor that can only be made by the two largest goblin city-states in the south. Moreover, what you are asking for is the 'Terran model', and I am afraid that there are very few such special models. So, I'm not sure. I can only try to place an order with the 'little green man' through the channel of the Guò military department, but the final result is difficult to say. ”…,

"Thanks, that's already good." Moriarty nodded heavily, stood up, and said to Lille sincerely, "I've caused you trouble. ”

"What words!" Lille smiled and slapped Moriarty lightly: "It's not fun to talk about this among my comrades. ”

"Hehe, indeed." Moriarty laughed too.

After a few more conversations, Moriarty returned to EarthStudio while Lille continued to work with his military affairs. And all the while, Moriarty did not mention the reason for his strange "arms purchase", and Lille also did not ask anything.

When she returned to the Olympus Garden, she was ready for lunch.

Although yesterday, Moriarty had called in three male and three female servants to help Haiyura with household chores and take care of the garden. However, it seems that Haiyuna has not yet adapted to the master of the minion for a while, and prefers to do the household affairs herself. As for preparing lunch for her fiancé, she is even more reluctant to fake other people's hands. So much so that the six newly arrived servants were a little confused.

"Thank you, dear." After eating all of the lunch that Haiyuna had carefully prepared, Moriarty smiled and accepted the tea from the other party, while kissing his fiancée on the cheek.

"Hmm." Haiyuna seemed to be a little unaccustomed to being intimate with Moriarty in public, and immediately blushed.

On the contrary, the middle-aged maid standing in the far corner of the dining table did not respond at all to the small intimacy between the masters, and seemed to be a senior housekeeper with good vocational training.

"Hayna, in the afternoon, come with me in the studio. Your third level 1 spell should be studied as well. As for some of the housework, leave it to Jeffrey. After drinking the tea, Moriarty said seriously to Haiyna.

"Well, okay." Haiyuna looked into her fiancé's eyes, and after a while, nodded quietly.

In fact, a year ago, Haiyuna had completely mastered the second first-level spell, "Magic Arrow". However, in order to take care of Moriarty's all-out sprint to the two levels of official mage and alchemist, she never focused on her own magic studies. And now, Moriarty has officially stated that she wants her fiancée to return her attention to the path of magic, which is quite reasonable, and there is no room for Hayyna to object.

"I'm going to prepare dinner for you, though." Finally, Haiyuna stubbornly added.

"Okay. We're all in this together. Moriarty couldn't help but smile and nodded.