In the prison, the black elf slowly woke up. Her whole body was already soaked with the cold sweat she had just had, and even her hair was soaked.

In fact, she was not awake to be precise, because she had always been awake, but all consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the unimaginable pain. In addition to pain, there is pain in the brain, as if a thousand small knives quenched with fire and soaked in poison are cutting through the flesh, scraping the bones, and picking at the nerves and tendons. But this sensory impact, which had already exceeded the limits of her nerves and consciousness, could not make her faint, just like a person who was stretched open and poured countless red-hot coals into his throat, but he still had to hold on and digest it all.

Although the finger was broken, the damage was not very serious, and now it didn't hurt much under the effect of white magic. It's just that under the effect of those magic just now, this pain magnified a hundredfold but made her completely lose her self-control. Jessica had to be broken, and the bloody methods she knew about in torture were indeed pediatrics when compared to these high-tech methods. She couldn't imagine someone who could go beyond her limits and not be able to fall unconscious.

If she could have surrendered, she would have already succumbed. But the purpose of her tormentors was not her.

On the ground, the man who had made her suffer was now lying flat with a calm face.

"This bastard. Hurt me badly. Jessica kicked Asa hard.

Asa on the ground didn't react at all, just shook with the black elf's kick. Jessica hurriedly stretched out her still intact hand and pressed it to his neck. But Jessica immediately withdrew her hand with a scream, and she felt like she had touched a red-hot soldering iron.

Wondering if this was her hallucination or a problem left over from the previous magic, Jessica noticed that the clothes on Asa's body seemed to be slowly changing, and the cotton clothes were actually starting to slowly deform and zoom. Then it peeled off his body.

Jessica hadn't understood what was going on. I found that the temperature of this cell had gradually risen a lot unconsciously, and the center of this temperature was here. Asa lying on the ground seemed to have turned into a piece of burning coal, baking the entire basement. She cautiously reached to the tip of his nose and did feel his breathing, though the air he breathed out was almost as good as the blast furnace was overflowing.

But Asa himself didn't know all this, and now he only felt a slightly burning warmth.

If he wants to get out of his current predicament, he knows that the only hope is to use meditation. But when he launched it with all his might, he was unconsciously and completely immersed in this unprecedented experience. Because his current mood and state of mind are also unprecedented.

The heart of man and the emotions of man are really wonderful things. There are some things you may already have, and some truths you may already understand. But you have to go through enough, strong enough emotions to fill your heart before you can truly become one with what you know and have. The power honed by emotion is the source of motivation for a mature person.

Assa's mood is still the same sadness, helplessness, pain, and remorse. But these emotions are no longer boiling and burning in the mind and chest as they were at the beginning. After he had fully embraced these things, they slowly cooled down and fell silent. Precipitated into the deepest part of emotion, when a person's emotions are deeper, the more things he can carry, because in this way, the more things he can face calmly.

For the first time, Asa was able to move his meditation to this point, and he could now feel not only **, but also his own spirit, emotions, and heart. These are not things that the body is separate, it can even be said that it should be something deeper, more basic about the body. Every bit of sorrow, anger, joy. The most subtle emotions are integrated with muscles and nerves, which is the fusion of heart and **, the blend of spirit and emotion.

I don't know if it comes from the depths of the spiritual consciousness or emanates from every cell in the body. Asa could see a warm golden light gradually envelop her, slowly re-soaking into her body, her soul.

He had felt this light a long time ago, and knew that it was something lurking in his body, but he had never felt it again, until this time, as if he had finally reached a certain spiritual opportunity, and with the help of meditation, he finally saw it again, and it was completely captured. He felt only warmth. The warmth was not soft, not the kind of safe and gentle warmth that soaked in the amniotic fluid in the mother's womb, but it was a little hot and dry, like the sun in the wilderness. It's a little rough, but it's full of power.

At the same time, a vigorous germination emanated from his chest. Although he could not see with his eyes, he could 'see' by feeling that a very small seedling was sprouting and growing in his chest. The vitality of this seedling and the power of the golden light complement each other, slowly filling all corners of the body and soul.

In the cell, Jessica, who was fully **, had retreated to the far corner of the cell, looking at Asa on the ground in horror but concern. She had taken off her clothes and wrung all the sweat on Asa's body, and she even tried to stick to him herself to dissipate the horrible temperature, but she almost burned her skin off.

Everything that could be burned on Asa's body had been reduced to ashes, and the entire basement had been turned into a oven by the temperature emanating from his body. But he himself didn't seem to have the slightest discomfort, and his face became more and more calm.

Finally, his body shone brightly.

In the underground prison of the cathedral, Bishop Javi, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly. His gaze was fixed on one of the deepest walls of the cell.

Just now, the feeling that he had been suffering from meditation suddenly appeared. He looked at the wall with an unbelievable look in his eyes: "Sure enough, here......"

In the cathedral, the Marquis had just forced his way into the cathedral by the guards outside, and he pounced on the underground entrance that had been removed from the statue.

"Inham?" said Archpriest Ryan stepped forward and stopped in front of the Marquis. "Your Excellency has decreed that no one is allowed to enter this place. When did you come back?"

At this time, the marquis's face was no longer calm and calm, and his handsome and elegant face had been anxiously tormented out of murderous and hideous, and he was about to avoid the obstruction of the great priest in a flash: "Get out of the way." ”

Grand Priest Ryan followed him. Still in front of him. Although he is a priest of the Academy of Magic. But even in terms of skill alone, Ryan is not even inferior to the captains of the Paladins. He is recognized as the first person in the Academy of Magic to succeed Bishop Ronis, otherwise he would not have been appointed to temporarily manage the Academy of Magic. But now he was amazed, because he had barely been able to stop this fellow who usually seemed to be powerless, and it took all his strength to block the entrance to the tunnel, and shouted, "What are you doing? This is the Academy of Magic, this is the order of the Bishop." ”

But the Marquis pushed him away, and at the same time he said quickly: "I am on the orders of His Majesty the Pope. There are 100,000 urgent things to tell Bishop Javi, you go out for me to block the others. ”

"Your Majesty the Pope......" Grand Lady Ryan was just stunned. The Marquis had already rushed into the tunnel and disappeared. He weighed it, sighed and walked briskly to the cathedral door. Although the Marquis's words were somewhat incredulous, they were not entirely impossible. And he was not sure about the future of the Academy of Magic during this time, in case Celeste really took back control of the Academy of Magic, then he ......

In the underground dungeon, Bishop Javi was carefully rubbing the cold walls of the dungeon.

The walls were covered with wet moss, but Bishop Javi's expression was both amazed and satisfied: "There are so many traps set up. It seems that the * master who specializes in illusion was invited to arrange a permanent mirror magic, no wonder I didn't see the clue last time...... But this time it's the right place. ”

He took two steps back and pulled out his sword. Whispering a prayer, he attached himself with all the auxiliary white magic that he could. At the same time, there was also a fighting spirit on his body. Although this mechanism is very ingenious, it can be destroyed directly.

Just as he raised his sword to gather his strength and was about to swing it to the ground, a broken voice came from behind him: "Stop." ”

Bishop Javi turned his head to see the person who was coming, and his expression was very strange in surprise, and asked, "Is that you? What are you here for?"

"To stop you from doing stupid things, of course. The Marquis snorted coldly. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I do. What's wrong with retrieving what originally belonged to the Valley of Diya?"

"Vidñina told you this, I didn't think she would instigate you to come to this thing. She's just using you, don't you understand?"

"Who's not taking advantage of whom? The teacher taught me to practice complete real meditation and her lifelong knowledge, which made me more and more powerful, and I promised to help her do something outside. That's fair. ”

"You want to play with her even if you have that little bit of thought, and she tells you that this thing exists, and you can't help but take it. She teaches you complete true meditation and just makes you think you have a chance...... I don't want to say more about the details now, anyway, you stop me. This is something you should never touch. ”

Bishop Javi snorted coldly, "It's strange. A necromancer who is a member of the Valley of Desya and inherits the will of the great Archibald. It's only right to retrieve this thing for the great Black Star, and you, as acting guildmaster, want to stop it?"

"Who would dare to say that you can really understand the prophecy of Lord Archibald? Everyone understands according to the meaning, you are just driven by your own **. The Marquis exclaimed, "Anyway, I won't let you touch this thing." ”

"No? It's impossible not to be a deputy guildmaster. Do you know what this thing is, as a necromancer, if you don't take the initiative to retrieve this, it's already the upper limit, do you want to change the guild rules that have lasted for five hundred years?" Bishop Javi no longer looked at the marquis, but raised his long sword and slashed at the wall, and an incomparable light extended and struck at the stone wall the moment he drew his sword.

There was a muffled bang, and the entire dungeon shook. But after the stone chips splashed. There was only a shallow mark on the stone wall opposite. If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all, and when the sword light hit the stone wall, you can see countless looming magic symbols flashing around the stone wall.

Bishop Javi looked in amazement at the shallow mark on the wall. He knew how powerful his sword was, and it could shatter it even if it was a granite hill on the other side. However, the magic runes that appeared on the stone wall at that moment also made him realize that he had come to the right place. "It's actually a hybrid guardian enchantment of the top-level sealing technique of white magic and the chaos suppression of black magic, and most of the power of this enchantment is to suppress the things inside...... It must have been built by Sandru and Ronis. It's already certain that there's that behind this. ”

"I said stop, don't you hear?" the marquis's voice was cold, and cold and sharp as a blade. Equally cold and sharp was the slightest aura emanating from his body.

This voice and momentum also made Bishop Javi's movements stop abruptly, he slowly turned to look at the marquis, and his expression and voice also cooled: "Why do you want me to stop?"

The Marquis did not reply, but looked at Bishop Javi with that cold gaze.

"Why are you, the acting guild leader of the guild?" Bishop Javi's voice changed to a somewhat mocking tone. Or rather. You are my father?"

"Either way, you just have to know you have to stop. The Marquis replied lightly.

"What if I don't stop?" said Bishop Javi lightly.

"Then I'll let you stop. The Marquis's voice was still cold. Although this sentence seems to be no different from the previous one, the implicit stress of individual words still indicates what he meant.

After a long silence, Bishop Javi smiled strangely, put his sword back into its sheath, and said, "Good." I see, I'll stop this time. Because I know if you're going to make me stop, I really have to stop. But when I have the opportunity and ability, I will definitely come back. ”

"I'm here for your good. Don't you know, I'm your father, and I'm going to hurt you?" the Marquis frowned. His voice was more powerful than ever.

"I'm sorry, to be honest, I always felt like I didn't have a father. Bishop Javi said suddenly.

The Marquis was stunned, and his expression, which had been tense, dimmed a little.

After a long silence, Bishop Javi turned his body and turned his back to the Marquis and spoke slowly: "Do you know? Ever since I was sensible, I have always resented how I did not have a father who was capable, or at least decent. No one even knew who my mother was. Everyone knows that my father doesn't know how many sons and daughters he has on the continent, but he just took me back to the family and declared me his only son...... I don't know if that's good luck in the eyes of others. But at least for me, I'd rather not, or at least I can live quieter. He threw me into a world full of dreams and **, but only gave me an identity that was spurned and excluded, since I was sensible. I live with the ridicule and disdain of the people in my family, so I will desperately look for opportunities to climb up, I want to reach the top where I can look down on everything, including this father......"

The Marquis listened quietly, with no expression on his face.

"But one day, when I thought I was doomed, this father suddenly appeared in front of me and shattered all my previous concepts. Originally, this father was so profound, elusive, and powerful. All my efforts, struggles, and goals in life were as ridiculous as a puppet show in front of him. Then I followed the path that my father had given me, a path higher and brighter, and one that could stand directly at the top of the world that I had never dared to hope for before...... This man I call my father went from a dispensable shadow to a sky hanging over my head. But I wasn't happy at all. I felt like a puppet, he was looking down at me from a high vantage point, watching me play ridiculous puppet shows, and now he was manipulating me to walk on the path he had designed for me...... I wanted to go my own way, but he stopped me. I understand that this time it's just because I don't have enough strength......"

"I'm sorry. The Marquis spoke suddenly, and his eyes as he looked at Lord Javi's back were now full of faint sadness and sorrow.

"Needless to say, we've always done our own things, haven't we? I'd be embarrassed to be so polite. Javi didn't turn around, just replied lightly.

After a long silence, the marquis sighed, nodded and replied, "I understand...... I won't interfere with you anymore. But at least a few things had to be done before that, the first was to kill that kid......"

"No, I've promised Teacher Vidnina that I'll save that kid's life. I'll send him to Celeste, the Pope doesn't seem to be going to kill him, but at least he'll imprison him as long as he doesn't get out of the way. ”

"Don't you understand what Vidrina is using you for?" said the Marquis.

At this time, a rush of footsteps came down from the passage, and at the same time, there was the voice of Grand Priest Ryan: "Lord Bishop, are you alright?"