"Alright, we can finally get started."

Richard rubbed his hands together with a little excitement, his face full of indescribable excitement.

In the dark, damp cavern, a candle was lit on the uneven dirt walls, and there was only a faint light in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers.

The dim halo projected a very sinister-looking figure of a black-robed wizard on the mud floor, which was constantly lengthened, shortened, and deformed with the shaking of the candle flame. Just by seeing this kind of look, which can only appear in conspiracy stories, no one thinks that he will do anything good;

And under the candle in front of the wizard, an unconscious young man was lying.

…… That's right, Qiong'an, who had just woken up for a short time, was knocked out by him again.

After all, what this person is going to do next can't be revealed.

Although his clothes were covered in dust and dirty, his tall and thin figure and hair as bright as gold all showed that he had a noble lineage and a well-known status within the Holy Alliance.

If other people saw this, they would definitely cause a misunderstanding.

Sadly, there are indeed others here.

"Sir, your expression looks ...... It's bad. ”

Miss Real Name's words sounded like she was complaining, but her voice didn't fluctuate.

"There's no way, I've really been looking forward to this for a long time."

Richard replied earnestly.

The anticipation brewing in his heart at this moment was no less than when he went to the bottom of the magic tower where the Starfire Furnace was placed, activated the obelisk, and summoned the Spell Spirit Lord.

Compared with that day, Richard can now be called stable.

On the one hand, because his life is no longer in danger; On the other hand, he is very confident—not just confident, but also trusting her real name who has never failed.

But on the other hand, what if it doesn't work out later?

I'm afraid I'll have to kill this person.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the inside story of the "real name capture" cannot be revealed to others; And even if the Holy See has some speculation about the murderer, the most important thing is not to leave a handle on anyone.

Thinking of this possibility, Richard, although he would not be relented by this, could not help but feel heavy. But he knows that in this crippled world, something like this is inevitable.

"Sir, do you want to connect your consciousness together this time?"

Miss Real Name crouched down, and at the moment when she reached out and was about to touch Joan Bolkiah's cheek, she suddenly asked.

Richard was stunned for a moment.

"Can you do it?"

"Of course."

The girl nodded slightly.

"If one day, the consciousness module I have is temporarily unable to handle things, the management background of the central system will be 'transferred' to you. At that point, as long as I have experience in dealing with the relevant work, the Governor will be able to continue to use the authority that belongs to me. ”

“......”

Richard blinked.

"Did you just say something unpleasant......?"

"Don't get me wrong, sir."

Seeing his nervous expression, the corners of the girl's lips unconsciously curled and smiled—this was a rare expression of emotion for her.

"It's just a pre-plan. It may be my responsibility to report any of these to you, but I will not leave you. ”

The real name of the words was as if to reassure him, and he took the initiative to reach out to himself.

Without any hesitation, Richard folded his palms away.

The palms of the two fit each other because of this-

At that moment, it was as if something had exploded in the depths of my mind; However, because of the shared burden of his real name, Richard did not feel any pain or discomfort.

His pupils also appeared as complex as the stars in the sky.

It's a shocking experience that immerses the soul unconsciously, like a new world slowly opening in front of you, and its impact is no less than the experience of replacing the dead Rasputin Nowikh as a legendary wizard for the first time......

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Joan Bolkiah, with her eyes closed, frowned slightly.

The morning light shining in from outside the cave fell on the young man's body, and even the tiny fluff of his face was coated with a golden glow.

The warm sun shone on the earth, and the fresh and gentle wind swept the young man's forehead.

The bitter chill of the night, the cold and dampness of the storm, all vanished by the dawn of the next morning; Instead, the meadows at the edge of the cave, where the flowers and grasses baptized by the rain and dew poked their heads out, thriving and verdant.

The young man finally opened his eyes.

In his dazed pupils, such a beautiful scene was reflected. I can't help but feel that everything that happened last night was like a dream.

"I seem to be ......"

The young bishop's pupils trembled slightly. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he whispered as if talking to himself.

"It's like, I've had a long dream."

- "How do you feel when you wake up?" ”

A black-robed figure with a silver-white mask was sitting on the cyan rock near the entrance to the cave. At his feet was a pile of ashes from a burned campfire.

"Not bad."

Joan replied with emotion.

"Being able to sleep until dawn is a rare experience for me in the past few years."

"It's hard to be a cardinal."

"I guess the experience of being a wizard leader is probably not much better?"

The two talked to each other in an inexplicably relaxed atmosphere like old friends who had known each other for many years.

"Not really," replied Richard honestly, "wizarding leaders like me are basically hands-off. In addition to improving our strength and increasing our knowledge, our daily activities are only thinking about fighting for power and profit in the wizard tower and grabbing resources from our colleagues, and we are the most egoistic people in the world. ”

"You're so honest."

Joan sighed.

"So ......"

He closed his eyes again.

Like the meditation of the wizards, the knights naturally have a way of communicating with the spirit world, and they need to meditate and meditate. Different schools of swordsmanship often have their own unique spiritual cultivation methods, and although the main principles are the same, the specific methods are very different.

The techniques used by Joan are derived from a classical martial art known as yoga.

And when he immersed his meaning in the spiritual ocean, a new content appeared in the "vision" - he had no impression of it, and could only say that it had been forcibly instilled from the outside.

"It's ...... It turned out to be a real vow. ”

Qiong'an's heart gradually sank into the bottomless abyss.

In fact, he had confirmed it several times before he woke up; Now I finally have to admit that I didn't admit my mistake.

"I thought I would be able to witness the existence of the vow on the day I became a saint......"

Joan muttered.

"If that's the case, your dream has come true ahead of schedule."

The abominable black-robed wizard replied so leisurely.