Moon Wheel Manor

Some underground hall

It is a rather empty underground space, surrounded by dark brown rock walls on all sides, and the ceiling above is an oval-shaped cluster, like the top of a religious church, and the whole space gives people a sense of emptiness of worship. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Oil paintings are painted on the rock walls, which have become quite blurry due to the moisture of the underground space for many years, and a little trace of human figures and painted paintings can be faintly seen, which seems to be related to 'trading'.

In addition to the oil paintings, there are candles hanging on the walls at intervals, and the faint light of the candles blending together illuminates the small half of the hall, but leaves more places in shadow.

In addition, eight large pillars are erected in the entire space, which fall on the eight edges and corners of the ground, secretly following a certain law.

At this moment, a whisper sounded-

“%&*&#@.......”

So, look in the direction of the source of the sound.

It turned out that in the center of the hall, there was a small pulpit, and a slightly bloated figure.

"Naia........ We call to you!"

A middle-aged man stood in front of the small pulpit, wearing a black robe, an ordinary and ordinary face, which looked much deeper in the dim light, and at the same time, his expression was full of solemnity and seriousness.

The middle-aged man's body unabashedly exuded a spiritual fluctuation, and his body was surrounded by wisps of elemental mist—a sign of a spiritual stance.

Judging from the concentration of elemental mist, the middle-aged man is a mid-elemental wizard....... It's also the fourth Resident Wizard!

The Moon Wheel Manor is garrisoned by four wizards, instead of the three wizards stated in the intelligence!

The wizards of the Hand of the Storm, apparently confident in the manor's defense, left the middle-aged man alone in the hidden underground hall, leaving only three wizards to defend the Moon Wheel Manor.

This self-confidence does not seem arrogant.

Because they have a spy (Nightingale) planted in the team of the Misty Academy, they can be said to be 'well aware' of the actions of the murderer's team - so they set a trap in advance, waiting for the murderer's group to take the initiative to get in.

Everything went as smoothly as they had planned, and the murderers were caught in the net, and an internal rebellion broke out and the enemy was on their backs, so to speak, and the total destruction of the army was imminent.

"Now, the people above should be fighting, right?"

The middle-aged man glanced up at the motionless ceiling above, and his eyes seemed to see through the heavy ground, seeing a group of wizards fighting fiercely, and the filthy atmosphere full of intrigue and blood.

"Leave them alone, I just need to do my part. ”

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and continued to repeat the words that had been narrated.

"Naia........ We call to you!"

At this moment, in front of the middle-aged man, there is a small white pulpit, and on the table of the small pulpit, an old book covered in black is quietly placed.

The cover of the black book is like a tree bark, covered with old man-like folds and vessel-like lines, faintly combined into a human face with green muscles, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Naia........ We call to you!"

"Naia........

"Naia......

The middle-aged man turned into a repeater, repeating this sentence constantly, and his expression became more and more serious.

Suddenly, the cover of the black book shook, and a 'furrow' emerged from the middle of the cover, which looked like a human face, tearing a face in half, and instantly turning it into a mouth.

"Who's calling me?"

The mouth on the cover of the book opened and closed in a solemn and majestic sound.

The middle-aged man bowed his head respectfully and explained into the black book, "It's me, a demander who asks 'Naia-sama' to listen. ”

The black book's mouth was silent for a moment, and then he spoke again: "My name is Naia Latotip, and I follow the principle of 'reason', and you know my position very well, right?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man bowed his head deeply and said respectfully: "Of course, abiding by the principle of 'main sacrifice', I will definitely offer an equal amount of sacrifice to Lord Naia, in exchange for Lord Naia's feedback to my generation." ”

"Very well, you are really similar to the last ceremonial, give your name. ”

The mouth of the black book said a sentence again, and even if the middle-aged man could not see the true expression of 'Naia Latotip', he could feel the joy of the other party from the words.

So, Ramsden smiled and said his name: "Dear Lord Naia, my name is Ramsden. ”

Then, Ramsden stretched out a finger and pointed to a large pile of strange flowers on the ground beside him, and explained in a deep voice: "Lord Naia, these 'Pupil Flowers' have quite high negative shadow attributes, which are very much in line with your 'taste' - I don't know, how much can you give me in return?"

Hearing this, the mouth on the black book couldn't help but crack an arc full of pleasure.

"I like this thing very much, even if it's not as effective as the Swamp Shadow Stone on me, it's one of the best things, okay, I can give you ........."

Just as 'Lord Naia's words were halfway through, Ramsden's face changed, he turned to look behind him, and snorted coldly: "Who?!"

Seeing this, Black Books chose to close his mouth and began to wait and see how things unfolded -- completely assuming a posture of 'none of his business, hang high'.

Ramsden didn't bother to communicate with 'Lord Naia' for the time being, and when he realized that something was wrong, his right hand reached into his arms, as if he was holding something, and the whole person maintained a rather vigilant posture.

"Who are you?

The shadows in front of him were silent, and no sound could be heard, as if they were laughing at Ramsden's nervousness, but Ramsden knew one thing very well - he was absolutely not nervous!

"Hmph, it looks like I've got to get over .......... myself."

Ramsden snorted coldly in his heart, and then took a firm step towards the shadow in front of him, and at the same time his right hand quietly twisted the cap of a small bottle, and began to silently recite a small incantation on his mouth.

When Ramsden came to the shadow, and saw the looming figure in the shadow, he immediately took out the bottle in his hand and triggered a witchcraft attack.

One Ring of Sorcery: Tempest Blade!

Swish!

The furious negative wind factor converged into a giant wind blade, swept towards the figure, and instantly slashed it in half!

However, Ramsden's face changed suddenly, because with the help of the sparks generated by the friction of the wind blade in the air, he could clearly see that the other party was a black body, with a mask as thin as a cicada's wings!

As the wind blade split the black body in half, the thin mask also split in half, and the spiritual fluctuations emanating from the mask also stopped immediately.

The black 'corpse' that was split in half turned into a wisp of shadow and scattered out............

"Oops!"

Ramsden's heart jumped, and before he could react, on the ground behind him, a faintly approaching dark shadow suddenly writhed!