Becky suddenly asked. Many frowned slightly and replied, "If that's the case, then there's only one person who fits the criteria. That's the leader of the undead army, Necromancer Saville."
"Saville?
Saville Bloodmoon? "
"That's right."
Many nodded. It seemed as if he was simply discussing what he had eaten last night, but his words were like thunder to Becky and Susan's ears!
As members of the Holy See, both of them knew of Saville's name!
However, this legendary mage had actually fought twice … And this lord actually came back alive!
This was definitely not a joke. In history, Saville was a terrifying Scourge General. The destruction of the Londor Empire was because of the army led by him. Although her lord went out to fight with the undead these days, Becky had never heard that the leader of this army was Saville. What was even more unbelievable was that the lord actually fought with him face to face?!
"Then, Lord, you …"
"Of course I couldn't beat him. The first time I met him, I lost a leg. Fortunately, I found it, or else I would have hated him for the rest of my life."
Many was very relaxed at this moment. Chatting with the two members of the Holy See allowed him to enjoy a rare moment of leisure. These days, he had been constantly thinking about the situation of the empire, so his mind had not relaxed for even a moment. At this moment, he was talking about his experience as if he was telling a joke. "The second time, I cut him with a sword, but it seemed to be no serious injury to him. Lady Vasaki fought with him, but in the end, he still escaped."
He didn't have the vanity to take credit for himself. It was common knowledge that men would inevitably exaggerate in front of beautiful women, but Many had long lost that kind of vanity. After answering, he continued with a smile, "He's very strong. I'm not as strong as him. If it wasn't for Lady Vasaki who threw me out of the battlefield like a piece of trash, I guess I would have been injured the second time."
"This … then he's still not dead?"
Becky frowned slightly and said worriedly. Her expression was a little surreal because he had never seen such a vivid expression on Becky's face before. He stared at her back for a few seconds, and when Becky felt a little embarrassed, he returned to his senses and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm still not used to it. Speaking of which, he's not dead. Madam Vasaki said so, but this guy seems to have lost a lot of strength and needs some time to recover."
"I see …"
Becky pondered for a moment, stretched out her left hand, tugged at the sleeve of her robe, and softly chanted a spell. The next moment, the scar on her wrist appeared.
"This is?"
Many looked down at Becky's sudden movement, puzzled. But when he saw the black scar, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Curse?"
"A curse that could take my life, but it's fading now."
Becky stretched out her hand and gestured at her scar. At this moment, there was only a faint black scar on her wrist. The rest of her skin was very fair, and it was no longer sickly and withered like before. Instead, it was glowing with a luster.
"A very powerful curse."
He lowered his head to take a closer look. This put him very close to Bishop Becky. The Bishop's fair skin exuded a faint fragrance, but there seemed to be some black smoke floating around the scar, as if it was shrouded by something. However, under the sunlight, some black things could be seen floating above the wound, as if the black smoke was being expelled by something.
"Twice. I don't think it's a coincidence. Every time you go out and return, the wound would shrink a little. But this time, it almost disappeared." Becky reached out to touch the scar. At this moment, she no longer felt any pain. She looked at Many and continued, "It seems that the weakening of Saville's strength has caused the effect of the curse to slowly disappear. No matter what, I still have to thank Sir Liege for freeing me from its troubles."
"Can you tell me about its origin?"
Many did not reply to Becky's words of gratitude. He suddenly felt that everything seemed to be connected. His two encounters with Saville, the angel's scepter in his hand, the angel's face that looked similar to Becky's … and now this inexplicable curse. Many suddenly felt that everything that he had experienced seemed to be connected to each other.
"I'm not sure, Liege. It has been following me since I can remember. But the dean of the monastery told me some things."
"Monastery?"
Many looked at Becky in confusion.
"I was adopted by the monastery since I was born. I don't know who my parents are."
Becky answered many questions, and then continued, "He said that my wound was a curse that I was born with. From the day I was born until the day my life came to an end, these things were fate that I couldn't fight against."
"It sounds mysterious, but it doesn't seem to say anything."
Many did not hold back in his evaluation. He touched his chin and asked, "Do you know of an angel with six wings?"
"Angel?
Six wings? "
Becky stared blankly at Many, as if she was recalling something. Susan, who was beside her, answered, "It's the guardian angel of Light. The six-winged angel represents the strongest guardian in the Holy Scriptures of Light. But it seems that she fell a long time ago, during the War of the Gods."
"War of the Gods?"
Many quickly understood that it was a story that was compiled by someone. It basically said that a long time ago, there was a war between the gods, and the God of Light also participated in the war. He defeated the other evil gods and became the only true god on the continent. But most of his guardian angels died because of this. These were all legends. In Nairíos' memory, it was just a story without any basis. Because the Holy Church of Light's records were not all true, and there were many modifications made to beautify the God of Light, so many people did not take it seriously.
"Becky?"
Many asked Becky, who had been standing still, but they did not know what she was thinking. Becky listened to many questions, moved her body, and then came back to her senses.
She looked very beautiful. Many people sighed sincerely, especially her faint smile, which made him involuntarily think of those goddesses who were worshiped by others. The feeling of transcendence was not something that ordinary women could learn. Some things were innate and could not be imitated. Many people felt that Becky's smile was the wealth of the God of Light and the Vatican.
"I … feel like I've seen an angel like this somewhere …"
Becky's eyes suddenly narrowed as if she was trying to recall something. But after a few minutes, she raised her head in confusion and said, "Maybe I've remembered wrongly. I've seen too many angels in the books. Maybe I've got it mixed up."
Many looked at Becky strangely. They felt that her tone was not right, but they did not think too much about it.
He looked at the sun in the sky, and then thought for a moment. He reached into the space ring and took out the scepter that Madam Vasaki gave him, which was also the scepter that Saville was holding.
At this moment, the scepter seemed to be shrouded by a layer of hazy air. The faint white smoke covered its appearance, and after taking it out, there was no fluctuation. It was as if he had taken out an ordinary wooden stick.
Becky looked down at the things that Many took out, and then suddenly widened her eyes. Her expression was a little too rich, and Many were not used to it. However, Becky's reaction was far more serious than what Many had imagined. She stood up, as if she could not control herself, and took a few steps back. In the end, she almost fell on the stone chair behind her. Susan immediately reached out to support her. She also did not understand why Becky was so agitated.
However, when the smoke from the scepters dissipated, Susan's expression changed when she saw the true appearance of the scepters!
The body of the six-winged angel was quietly kneeling on the top of the scepter, holding the long sword in her hand. Her head was lowered, and no one could see her face clearly. At that moment, the slightly fluttering wings made people understand that this angel was not a simple sculpture …
"This …"