"Ridley, where are you going?"

"Back to the Bishop, I just want to go out for a walk. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The bishop looked at the white-robed priest in front of him, and then looked in the direction the white-robed priest was walking, frowned, and said, "Ledley, are you still suspicious of that little editor in the Pisa library?"

Ridley hesitated for a moment, but replied, "That's right. ”

"Give me a reason. ”

"Back to your Lordship, my intuition, this is my intuition, and I have an intuition that this Mel Green must be inextricably linked to heresy, if not heresy. ”

The Bishop stared at Ridley, "You don't trust my judgment?"

"I believe in my heart. Ridley looked directly at the bishop.

The bishop paused, and then said, "Didn't you read the latest issue of Loren Anderson, as a heretic, he would not describe witches as evil, a heretic could not write a story like that." ”

"Maybe it's just to hide yourself better. Ledley was expressionless and turned away.

Looking at Ridley's departing back, the bishop's face suddenly became gloomy, and since Ridley returned from the royal family, he could clearly feel the change in the other party.

But this change is not good.

The bishop turned around, looked in the direction of the royal family, frowned and said to himself: "Samir is getting more and more excessive now, even the priest of Xilin Town has begun to bewitch, what does he want to do?"

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Mel felt as if there were more eyes behind him, but when he looked back, there was nothing, which made him suspicious, but with a cautious attitude, Mel delayed his journey out of town.

The methods of the night watchmen and priests were no less strange than what they called heresy.

It wasn't until nightfall, when darkness covered the town, that Maier closed Loren Anderson in his hand, put it in a drawer, blew out the candles, and returned to bed, ready to sleep.

As the clock struck midnight and the eyes outside the window vanished, Mel suddenly opened his eyes.

Covered in a black robe, and an equally black hat, Mel crept out of the town, following the letter's instructions through the forest and wetlands to a valley.

There was nothing in the valley except trees.

But Maier was not disappointed, he was not a newcomer to the wizard profession, and knew that this was not the real meeting time, just an information about the meeting place.

After finding the information on the bark of a tall tree, Melmo took it to heart, and a red flame rose in his hand, and the flame struck the bark.

In the next moment, the bark of the tree on which the information was recorded was charred, and no trace of its original appearance was visible.

This is a common method used by nearby magicians, where the initiator publishes information, sets multiple information locations, and different people correspond to different locations, and when the information is read, the information is destroyed.

The information is only kept for one night, and if someone does not arrive, the promoter will destroy it after the agreed time, and if it is found that the damage is not done in the right way, the party will be canceled immediately.

The whole process is troublesome, but it is also a last resort.

After all, this is the temple's sphere of influence, and if a magician wants to survive in this land, he must be doubly careful and cautious, otherwise he will face death.

Witches on the stake are a prime example of this.

After doing all this, without further hesitation, Maier quickly returned to the town, crept in through the back door, and fell asleep quickly, as if nothing had happened before.

The next morning, as soon as Maier had finished his morning's work, he went to Master Loren's office with a manuscript in hand to begin his second official submission.

This one is called Rapunzel.

A story similar to Snow White, which also tells about the evil of witches, is far less well-known than Snow White, but it is still a good story.

However, Master Loren was a little unhappy.

Maier knows why, because compared to Snow White, Rapunzel is not much different, and in comparison, both rhythmically and emotionally, it seems to be slightly inferior to Snow White.

"Mel, this manuscript still meets Loren Anderson's inclusion standards, but Mel, I want you to understand that you are still young and should be more spiritual in your work. ”

"You have potential, not just to be a normal writer, but to be everybody, so I want you to do better. ”

Maier did not refute Master Loren's words, in fact, the reason why he chose this way was not because he had to be the story of "Rapunzel", but because he didn't want to make what he wrote too obtrusive to others.

But Master Loren's words made him understand that he was thinking too much, being in a young man, this is a period when his imagination is the most divergent, and no matter how unbelievable the story is, it is still normal.

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The forest at night is dark and quiet, and nocturnal creatures begin to haunt and hunt or be hunted at night, killing or being killed, relying only on the faint moonlight.

Mel casually killed one of his own poisonous snakes that pounced on him, breaking them in two, but without looking at them again, he continued to follow the direction of the moonlight until he reached a cemetery.

The air was a little cold and a little gloomy.

The forest is a terrifying place at night because it is full of dangers, and a large number of nocturnal creatures will haunt it, and the cemetery in the forest is an even more terrifying place.

It's a long way from the town of Xilin, and the light of the temple can't shine here, so even the birth of one or two unjust souls is not out of the question.

Mel walked to a tomb in the northwest and stopped, and as prompted by the initiator, he rotated the inconspicuous point on the graveyard stone tablet and entered a specific amount of mana.

With the sound of stones rubbing against each other, a passage appeared behind the stele.

Without hesitation, Mel entered the passage.

A figure stood up abruptly.

"Foxes, oranges, wasps, bats, violins, hounds, and me...... Nightingale didn't come, and it seems that our only official mage has died. The voice was a little muffled.

The mood of the seven people present was not very high, although this small group of magicians was just a simple exchange of materials, and they only communicated with each other in the form of nicknames, without showing their faces, but the death of an official mage still made everyone else feel heavy.

Because this fate is likely to befall them.

"Well, death is something that we have let go of when we have embarked on this path, and although the nightingale is dead, we still have to go on this path of truth. ”

"Let's have a material exchange, old rules. ”