Sandru regained his footing and looked at Asa, saying nothing and showing no expression.

Asa explained: "This is not my idea, and I naturally don't know anything like a court magician......

Sandru was still expressionless, still didn't say anything, just slowly raised his right hand. On his right hand, the four fingers are clenched into a fist, but the middle finger is stretched straight.

Asa twisted his head away and rolled his eyes. In this case, everything is in vain.

There was a brief silence between the two of them before Asa asked again, "What are you going to do with what is behind that wall?"

"Which wall?" Sandru was stunned.

"That's it. There was a broken mark on that side, like the side with a lot of magic runes. Asa pointed to the wall in the distance of the dungeon. There was a shallow sword mark on it, which should be the wall that Jarvey had wanted to destroy. In fact, from the very beginning, Asa could feel the strange aura that could be faintly emanating from there, and he knew that it must be the thing that Jarvey was looking for.

But Sandru looked surprised now and asked, "Can you see the magic runes on it?"

"Of course you can see it, can't you see it? or the feeling that emanates from there...... Isn't it clear?" said Asa. Although these magical runes appear and disappear from time to time, they are indeed not dazzling hallucinations. And the strange aura emanating from there was always there, and he really had some doubts that since Jia Wei had come down to investigate beforehand, why he didn't find such obvious traces and asked himself. And I didn't know why I was dead or alive at the time, but I didn't expect these things I saw in this last time.

Sandru's face was unnatural for a while, he bowed his head and didn't speak, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed Asa's wrist.

The old man's movements didn't seem to be too fast, but Asa was caught without even reacting, and a thick burst of magic power flashed through Asa's body. Then he came out of nowhere: "I wonder how you have the ability to erase the mark of those vampires alone... Originally, you really grew up......"

After saying these inexplicable words, Sandru was inexplicably silent again. This time his silence was so deep that he buried his head completely, and Asa couldn't see any expression on his face.

All that remained in the dungeon was Javi's heavy gasps. Depressed, heavy, and lifeless. Asa suddenly felt some inexplicable chills. Sandru, who was completely silent in front of him, seemed a little scared.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. Still reaching out and grabbing Asa's hand, he pulled him towards the wall. As he walked, he kicked out casually, and Jarvey, who was lying on the ground, rolled and flew out and landed in a corner that he remembered.

Sandru stood still in front of the wall, his eyes wandering between the wall and the gaps, sometimes solemn and sometimes flickering, and finally frozen, and he let out a long sigh and said slowly: "The magic rune on it was written by me and Ronis together with the water from the well of the sun, and that well water is one of the treasures I brought out from the Valley of Diya. Legend has it that it was left behind by His Excellency Akibald...... Originally, when we were writing. I thought I would never open this place again in my lifetime. I won't let people open it anymore......"

He hadn't looked at Asa again since he had come and stood in front of the wall, and he had spoken in a tone of self-suffocation, and then he was silent for a while before he looked up at Asa and said, "But I'm going to show you what's in there now, because you have a right to know." ”

"Wait, but I don't want to know ......," Asa began. He had always wanted to ask this before, and Jarvey had always wanted to know. What the hell had been kept here by Sandru and Ronis, but now he suddenly felt a strange pressure in his heart.

"Now you're obligated to know. Sandru ignored him, put his hands on the wall, and slowly recited the incantation.

The walls slowly parted from each other, and countless magical runes continued to emerge and float in the air and in the walls. Behind the wall was a small space, but Asa felt like he was standing in front of a dark maw that could devour the world, a seemingly non-existent but incomparably surging aura pouring out. It was an endless blackness, a darkness that even the darkness itself was swallowed up.

In the far corner, Janveh's body, which was already indistinguishable from a dead man, suddenly trembled, but then stopped moving.

It was already dusk when Asa came out of the cathedral, and the square was filled with priests and magicians.

There hasn't been any major chaos in the magic academy for the time being, and the great priests are still managing everything in order for the time being, but some commotion in the hearts of the people is a little unavoidable. The sudden disappearance of the cardinal, the heavy blockade of the cathedral, and the closure of the teleportation magic array really made some people panic. But fortunately, they didn't know the inside story, so they didn't panic too much. And the royal capital is naturally still in a state of barely peaceful, the turbulent waves in the palace have not spread to the outside, and naturally no one has taken the initiative to publicize the strange changes.

People's acceptance of things usually has their own psychological boundaries. The cardinal is actually a necromancer, and another more powerful necromancer saved the lives of His Majesty the Emperor and the head of Roland, and then teamed up with the murderer who once killed Bishop Ronice to break the plot and save the Empress...... This kind of story definitely goes beyond the boundaries of acceptance for the vast majority of people.

Fortunately, there weren't many people who saw all of this at the time, but they weren't the 'overwhelming majority' of the people. Under the explanation that the head of Roland and the prime minister were half-concealed, half-story, half-fact, the old ministers gradually understood and accepted these seemingly unbelievable things. And the swordsmen and magicians of the Holy Knights have no need to worry, a single order from Captain Roland is enough to shut them up forever. So the most important thing now is to seek a good way to deal with the aftermath.

The aftermath of this matter is not so easy. The cardinal who was captured was personally sent by His Majesty the Pope, and his identity was actually from the Valley of the Desya, if it were made public, it would be more than pouring a cart of poop directly on the Castle of Radiance, and no one else would have believed it. So although the rupture of the relationship with Celeste is almost inevitable, it still needs to be carefully considered.

But Asa wasn't too worried about that. Someone else will deal with it, and he will have to deal with his own affairs. He made his way to the crematorium in the corner of the Academy of Magic. There are already priests and magicians waiting for him here.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust......"

The flames that poured out of the hands of the three fire mages enveloped Jessica's body, drowning all the silhouettes in the dazzling light. There were also two priests who used white magic on the crematorium, and there was not the slightest scorching smell in the air, which was the effect of the combination of white magic and fire-based magic, which was originally a cremation treatment that only the most devout believers and clergy could enjoy.

Asa stared at the flames blankly, even his eyes could not see how the body had turned to ashes in the flames of the bright ground, but he knew that the dark and vigorous figure had disappeared from his side forever. When that figure existed, he didn't care much, but he didn't feel it until he lost it like this, and it was the only warmth around him during this time.

It's not the kind of tenderness that is so intense that it can be touched, that kind of thing that makes people forget their lives and deaths desperately, that kind of thing just exists in the fantasy of a teenager who knows nothing. It's that this emotion is very indifferent, and it may not be an emotion at all at first. It's so indifferent that it's easy to ignore. It's also so indifferent that it will be integrated into your life unconsciously. And when I found out that I had lost it, I felt that a piece of my mission was missing, so I realized that this may be the truest feeling.

Asa just stared blankly. The grief in the heart is not the kind of pain that digs into the heart and lungs, but it is a heavy undercurrent, which always flows somewhere in the deepest part of the heart, becoming the strength in the soul.

The flames dissipated. The once beautiful body of the black elf was gone, and the crematorium was already a piece of ashes. Indeed, just like the prayer that the pastor just recited, no matter what, it can only be dust to dust and dust to dust...... A tear came out of the corner of Asa's eye at the end, and it felt strange that the tears were sliding down the magic mask.

The two priests stepped forward to collect the ashes from the crematorium, they didn't ask why a Negan's black elf was cremated here, there were enough strange things that had happened in the royal capital these days. The high priest has an order, and he just does it honestly.

"Well, sir, this is ......" A priest found something from the ashes and took out a small black gem and brought it to Asa.

It was a round gem, the size of a thumb, crystal clear, with a slight wave of magic. When cleaning Jessica's body, she didn't find it, it seemed to be buried somewhere in her body, and she never mentioned it herself, maybe she didn't want to say it, maybe she didn't even know about it.

Asa took the gem and accepted it. The priests gathered her ashes together and gave them to him in a jar. In one hand she holds the gem she has buried in her body and in the other hand her ashes. Asa felt a little dazed, he didn't know where to put these things in the end.

A black elf who had defected from Negan wandered aimlessly across the continent, and Negan no longer recognized her as a traitor. And nowhere on the ground does it seem to be her home.

After thinking about it, Asa still took all these things into his arms, and seemed to carry them with him, which was the only suitable choice.

Walking out of the crematorium, the afterglow of the setting sun was almost in the darkness, and all the scenery struggled to rely on the last light of the sky. A loud whistling echoed in the twilight of the night in the sky, it was the cry of a bipedal wyvern, and after Xiao Yi sent someone to report to Cedros with the teleportation scroll, Oufu finally arrived.