The flickering bonfire, with the premise of heroes saving beauty, coupled with the fact that lonely men and widows are now staying together, is like the beginning of those love stories written by troubadours.

Wisps of blood were swirling, and his pale face was returning to normal, and Lance rested with his eyes closed, not caring at all about the empty gaze that was scrutinized.

It's the first time she's met this kind of person in years, and she's never taken care of her identity as the Dark Cross Church, if she thought it was useful before, so she saved herself, then now, this idea is questionable.

Nothing is mentioned except for the previous two questions, and there is no secret about the Dark Cross Church, nor about the Church's branch station.

The most important thing is that he didn't mean to kill her.

What a strange person.

"May I ask, what's your name?"

Rarely, she took the initiative to break the silence.

But alas, the boy seemed to be lost in thought, and did not care about her words.

"Hello?"

There was no answer, and his gaze shifted, and orange flames danced in his eyes.

Closer, slender hands groping in the flames, the scorching heat as if false, and even her clothes could not be touched.

The strange sight tugged at his gaze, his pupils shrunk.

There is no fluctuation of mana, not like a magical talent, but more like a property that it has, fire immunity.

Noticing his actions, a faint smile appeared on his little face.

As if grasping something, a strange flame appeared in the palm of his hand, a deeper color, especially the solid, almost liquid form.

Shaking slightly, a surprising scene appeared, and a delicate little figure was revealed, a translucent entity, circling and dancing around the flames.

This is, the Elemental Elf.

Scholars once found an ancient book in the ruins, which recorded a unique kind of research, each pure energy can give birth to a corresponding entity, but with different levels of difficulty.

"Now, can you tell me your name?"

Exposing his secrets just for his name, what a strange person.

"You can call me Baron. ”

I didn't get my real name, and my bland face didn't show disappointment, after all, it was just a strange relationship.

The conversation that hasn't started seems to end here.

Once again, the atmosphere fell silent.

But someone's heart doesn't seem to want to keep it that way.

His eyes fell on the magic array, and the combination of various complex magic power graphics and texts could still see its function and absorb the power of death.

"Are you also a researcher?"

There was no response, and looking back, the strange teenager seemed to be lost in thought again.

Standing in front of the formation, thinking carefully, the empty gaze became condensed for the first time, and took out the magic stone, the Dao magic lines were perfectly embedded in it, and countless precious materials were added into it, and on the basis of the original, a deeper transformation and improvement was carried out, and even some kind of sublimation was carried out.

Pieces of information are passing quickly in the mind, the movements of the hands are more rapid, and the calm analysis and accurate judgment are the most perfect embodiment of a researcher.

With the perfection of the magic array, the dignified pretty face returned to calm.

With the last stroke, the complex magic graphics have changed.

A deep vortex appeared, absorbing all the graphics and texts, condensing into a ball of light, changing between expansion and contraction, and finally turning into a flower that existed in the illusion, rooted in the magic array, the magic stripes were its nutrients, growing rapidly while frantically absorbing.

Until the entire magic array disappears, it only takes a little time for the magical existence conceived in it to be completely completed.

A warm aura appeared beside him at some point, "The forging and reshaping of the magic array is very unique. ”

"Want to know how?"

"Is it worth exposing yourself like this?"

The bright red pupils stared straight into the hollow purple eyes, and in them, Lance saw a deep complex look.

The emotions that had been brewing for a long time finally began to rise, and he lowered his head to cover his face as much as possible, and a small voice sounded, "I don't know. ”

"First time meeting someone like you. ”

"You already know who I am, and you won't want to kill me. ”

"Really, it's weird. ”

As the words stopped, the indescribable feeling began to expand, gradually taking over the dark and silent atrium.

Originally, they were two people who didn't know each other, but she was like a child, trying her best to show her abilities in front of adults, hoping to get more attention, or more accurately, a conversation.

"Do you have any friends?"

"Can someone who doesn't know my true identity be a friend?"

This is a rather difficult question to answer.

A lonely heart, Lance never had, even in the most difficult moments, there was always someone by his side, it was Sri before, it was the village of Sit, now it was Lancey, and there were many more.

The flickering light of the fire shone in her eyes, and she had already been answered.

"I was born in a very ordinary small village, and since I was a child, I loved to study, and everyone hated me, and even almost got killed and drowned a few times. ”

"At that time, I thought that everyone was disgusted that I was an orphan and that I would bring them bad luck, until I was guillotined, and I did not know that they thought I was a member of the Dark Cross. ”

"I'm not, my research is really life, but I've never thought of sacrificing any life for research, no matter how I justify it, all that awaits me is death. ”

"But at that time, the Mentor appeared, and he saved me and invited me to join the Dark Cross Church. ”

I agreed, and became his apprentice, and at that time, I was only seven years old. ”

The same fire shines in his eyes, and Lance listens quietly to her story.

"I thought it would be a little better this way, but unfortunately, my idea was very naïve, and the tutor took good care of me just because of my talent, wearing a false mask every day, using a false name, and even life itself was false. ”

"No friends, no loved ones. ”

Leaning lightly on Lance's shoulder, his voice became more and more subtle, "There is not even one like you who can stay by my side and listen to me say these words. ”

"Thank you. ”

It's hard to touch any emotions from strangers, they've only met for less than half a day, and even if you add up the previous ones, it's only two or three days.

For a stranger to be able to say such things, it is probably that this emotion has been suppressed for a long time.

"Smack. ”

The flower bloomed, and a delicate rune fell in his hand, and the illusory appearance had a real touch and weight.

Looking over her shoulder, the sound of faint and steady breathing, after venting the emotions in her heart, she was already asleep.

Just as he was about to get up, a small voice came from his ear, "Can you lend me a shoulder?"

"Just for a moment. ”

Meditation that continues to sit quietly is his answer.