In the ruined Colosseum, the flame of glory has long been extinguished. There were no more so-called guests in the stands, and only a few unrecognizable skeletons remained in the cages.

The Colosseum, which was missing everything crucial, is now nothing more than a long-abandoned ruin. Except for being able to barely exert a little residual heat in the wind and rain, I am afraid that there is no possibility of reviving the glory.

However, even in such a depressed and dilapidated place, there is still one person who does not want to leave, and he is the magician who appeared here at some point.

Although the years have passed, the apprentices who followed the magician have turned into dry bones one by one.

Although he was obsessed with darkness and taboos, he himself gradually became such a half-dead appearance.

But he still knew very well that he had given up his name and conscience, his appearance and memory, in order to not just maintain this rotten heart.

He craves more and wants more.

However, this reprehensible fate played the most ironic joke on him.

Why is there nothing here? Except for silence is death.

Why did no matter how much he tried to change the climate and temperature with his own magic, he could only end up creating bigger storms and disasters?

He was not convinced!

He thinks it's the damn old man who's targeting himself!

Isn't it just throwing yourself into the dark side? Isn't it just treating human life as a mustard? Is it necessary to look at yourself with 'colored glasses'?

Don't the blind gods know that they are doing all this to make this place better?

Whenever he was struck by such a setback, his heart would encourage himself once again to complete the 'greatest ritual'. As long as he turns everything around here, his efforts will not be in vain. And he himself will also receive the final tranquility and redemption.

It's a pity that I don't know if the master is really mocking him, or if he is really not suitable for this.

Just as he was about to draw an end to the 'last step', the Colosseum, which had not been seen for many years, unexpectedly broke into an uninvited guest.

What a dazzling light that was!

What a dazzling splendor that is!

Just standing there adds a lot of holiness to this gloomy Colosseum.

Why is such a person in such a place, at such a time?

He was unwilling, let alone unacceptable.

Jealousy and resentment swallowed up his last rationality at once, and he directly turned into madness and pounced on the other party.

And the noble man who was born under the light, just by raising his hand, made him, an existence that had been spurned by the light, feel what kind of soul was burning'.

"I don't have a cemetery, but I can see ghouls, is it because I'm too flamboyant?"

Ignoring the assailant who had been knocked to the ground by him, Father Ann looked down at his own clothes. Indeed, compared to his own modern coat before, this snow-white sacrificial robe that was 'borrowed' from elsewhere does seem more 'religious'.

After all, even during his tenure as a teacher, he had never worn such a prominent outfit.

Of course, considering this is the only coat he can get his hands on at the moment, let's make do with it for a while.

As for the 'ghoul' still curled up at his feet, he didn't think he could pose any threat to himself.

It's just that how to leave this creature alone is undoubtedly an irresponsible thing. It's better to purify it, and it's a merit. ’

Thinking of this, Fr. Ann stretched out his finger and pressed it on the forehead of the 'ghoul', and slowly chanted a prayer for purification.

As a result, halfway through his reading, Father Ann noticed that the dark aura of the 'ghoul' in front of him began to dissipate as he had imagined.

But the darkness attached to this guy was not affected by the 'prayers'.

Rather, when he was about to finish. The 'ghoul', which was supposed to be purified, opened its mouth and bit Father Ann's wrist with its moss- and mud-stained teeth.

Although this guy still failed to cause any substantial damage to Father Ann in the end, his actions and the result of the purification failure just now were enough to attract the priest's attention.

After all, he was very sure that there was nothing wrong with his purification ritual, and the other party was indeed in a state of purification.

Although maybe it's just a little bit worse.

Out of curiosity, Father Ann began to conduct a proper study of this 'ghoul' who had been stabbed by his own hands.

Through his careful investigation, it is actually rummaging through his pockets. He stumbled upon some proof of who this 'ghoul' was.

Of course, it can't be ruled out that this guy may have some kind of unknown collecting habit.

Father Ann counted the items he had found from it, sifted through a few that might be useful, and took them to his hand one by one to take a closer look.

If these things were from the 'ghoul' before his death, then judging by the crystals that could have been used as spellcasting materials and the snakeskin pouches filled with herbs, this guy should be a being with a little bit of dabbling in sorcery.

'Is it a magician?' Or a sorcerer? It shouldn't be a magician'

Based on his vast experience, Father Ann finally gave a definite judgment. He could confidently conclude that this guy wasn't some kind of collector.

Because he hasn't seen a 'ghoul' just collect these things!

You must know that in his cognition, the most important thing that 'ghouls' like to collect is nothing more than some human fingers or animal hair.

The former can be used as a snack before meals, while the latter can make them excrete better.

And if it's a 'magician', it's a good confirmation of why he failed to purify. In the end, this kind of group thinks that they have spied on the essence of things when they know a little about things. As long as you still think about problems with such a wrong way of thinking, it is rare that you do not deviate from the right path.

After making sure that he had solved the puzzle on this guy, a satisfied Father Ann stretched and looked up at the sky. Although he had not seen any signs of dark clouds gathering so far, Fr. Ann assumed that it was going to rain, and it was very heavy.

Considering that there was hardly any shelter for the rest of the journey, Father Ann decided to take shelter from the rain by taking advantage of this eaves and wait until the rain stopped.

Sure enough, as soon as he had sorted out a clearing for himself to rest for a while, the sound of a thunderstorm with a strong wind was already ringing in his ears.

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