The drizzle rained for most of the night, and it has not stopped.

On the banks of the Xiyu River, the mirage clouds that originally took a long time to disperse quickly disappeared under the dilution of the rain.

A handsome young man in a black robe with long hair walks through the ruins of the old tower. A crude tarpaulin umbrella could not shelter all the rain, and the droplets of water jumped mischievously, wetting the hem of his robe.

If the King of the Fire Demon is willing, he can instantly dry the rain within a radius of tens of meters. But now, he is lazy and has no strength, just frowning and staring at the dotted wet marks, and his thoughts drift to somewhere.

"That nasty fellow, it's back," the surroundings were silent, and there was no one in front of him, and Barnalgomo's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself, "In the barren plane, the fluctuations of the purgatory portal are too obvious, like an unquenchable lighthouse, guiding him in the direction of return......"

"I am not a match for Amosic in alliance with him, and I can only watch him return to purgatory and seize the authority that belongs to him...... Did you think of that when you instigated Allegri to knock on the door, old fellow?"

Raindrops fell scattered, and no one answered.

"You once told me that the main plane of this world has been corrupted by something," the Fire Demon King walked up to the second floor of the ruins, stood in front of a waist-high stone wall, and continued, "Now that the gods have disappeared and the spirits are asleep, who will be able to stop his invasion at that time?"

"I don't care what the future holds for this world," a faint figure appeared on the other side of the path, and Barnalgomo paused for a moment, his voice getting lower and lower, "but not long after." I will keep my promises, as if I were ...... Give back your last favor. ”

Allegri's footsteps sounded, and the Firelord stopped talking, stroking the twisted Mithril lines on the stone wall, letting the rain wet his hands.

"My lord, this is the mark of control of the Tower of Red Flame. "After waking up early in the morning. Allegri first rushed to the town, and after learning that the Fire Demon King was not at last night's residence, he went straight here.

"Hmm. Banargomo nodded, took the faint crystal box at random, and stuffed it into his arms without looking.

"My lord, don't you really need to rest for a few more days?" Allegri asked subconsciously as he looked at his pale and weak appearance. Although he knew that the King of the Fire Demon would definitely not be because of his own words. Just change your original mind.

"It's okay," Sure enough, Banargomo waved his hand slightly, turned around, and when he reached the staircase, he suddenly stopped, and said with some hesitation, "There is another news. I don't know if it's useful to you, most of the soldiers of the Demon Legion. They have all withdrawn to the Purgatory Abyss, and so has Amosich, and in a short period of time, the demons will not reappear on the continent. ”

"Thank you, sir, and take care of yourself all the way. Hearing this, Allegri couldn't help but be stunned. But it was complicated, and he thought about it for a moment, and then he put it behind him.

Barnalgomo didn't say anything more, holding an umbrella with one hand and an umbrella with the other. Walked into the dripping spring rain.

His fading back was calm and gloomy.

Small Town, 2nd floor of the office.

In Allegri's office, Ventroff was talking.

His speech, starting from the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago, has experienced the ups and downs of magical civilizations, quoting scriptures and classics, and is deeply moving.

But Allegri is no longer a child.

"Master, you're right," Allegri replied casually, still thinking about a letter to Nacini, "Now that the magical civilization is in decline, we really shouldn't discriminate against one school or the other, necromancy, and of course, an important member of the magical family. ”

"So, did you grant my request?" Ventrov was overjoyed, but under the cover of joy, he was also calmly analyzing Allegri's physical condition, especially the signs of Godhead's recovery. However, to his great surprise, in just a few days, he couldn't feel any aura of light and godhead on the other party's body, and even the fluctuation of magic power disappeared without a trace.

"What request?" Allegri was stunned, he had been absent-minded all along, and he had only heard a rough idea of what he had to say.

"Just let Afra learn necromancy with me," Ventrov thought for a moment, then hurriedly added, "Of course, she's still your student, and I won't rob this." ”

"No, I can't. Allegri immediately shook his head and firmly rejected him.

"But she has the highest level of necromantic affinity," Ventroff persuaded with some anxiety, "If Afra is committed to the study of necromancy, the upper rank will be the lower limit she can reach." ”

"Perhaps, but I still can't agree," Allegri smiled, he didn't want this lovely little girl to learn the eerie necromancy, and in order to avoid any further entanglement, he continued, "Besides, this is at stake in Afra's future, and I have no right to help her make a choice." ”

"Is it ......" Ventrove, who was originally a little depressed, heard the second half of his words, his mind suddenly came alive, and he said tentatively, "As her teacher, you have no right to make a choice?"

"Of course," Allegri said, not believing that any girl in the prime of her cardamom years would be willing to play with corpses and venom, and fearing that the necromancer would use something else, "no one in the valley of the Herseus can force anyone to choose the school they are learning, not even if they are well-intentioned...... Violations of the law will be punished severely. ”

"I see," Ventrov said, standing up in a daze, nodding his head in promise, "I will never force Afra to learn necromancy." ”

"That's good. Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a few more polite words with Ventrov and exchanged a few magic-related questions, and the necromancer smiled goodbye.

Watching his short back leave, Allegri vaguely seemed to feel as if he had overlooked something important, but for a moment, he couldn't think of it.

He shook his head, stretched, and stood in front of the wide glass window.

It was lunchtime, and there was a constant flow of people, with the occasional face or two, Allegri's familiar face.

Is that...... Illo?

He rubbed his eyes in surprise and looked at it carefully.

After a few days, the half-elf ranger had a few bruises on his face, and his head drooped listlessly. Next to him, a slender blonde woman seemed to be complaining dissatisfied. (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words, yesterday's, in bad condition, please forgive me.) ）