"Sylvia, we meet again. You've gotten prettier. Looks like you've been nourished by love, haven't you?" Mrs. Vasaki's words were sharp. Her words made Sylvia blush.
Sylvia was a frequent customer of Mrs. Vasaki's shop when she was in Karo City, so the two of them were quite familiar with each other.
"Of course not!
Madam just likes to make fun of me! "
Sylvia grabbed Salia in embarrassment and hid behind the little girl. Her beautiful big eyes peeked at Many, but she didn't expect Many to still be like a block of wood, giggling foolishly. She immediately pouted and looked away unwillingly. She even snorted coldly.
"Salia, how have you been these days?
I see that you've adapted very quickly. Many didn't bully you, did he? "
Mrs. Vasaki stroked Salia's blue hair lovingly. The little girl was as obedient as a kitten. She replied sweetly, "Many Big Brother takes good care of me. Many Big Brother is the best!
He didn't bully me. "
Big Brother?
Why did she suddenly add this title?
Many of them looked at Salia in confusion. They saw that she was looking at Madam Vasaki with an innocent look, and didn't seem to be deceiving at all. So they turned to look at Sylner, and suddenly found that Sylner was smirking at the side!
What is this little girl up to this time?
Many shook his head and didn't take it to heart.
Madam Vasaki chatted with Noda and Elena for a while longer, and then quickly changed the topic to something else. But this time, she did not use her usual teasing tone. Instead, she suddenly asked in a concerned tone, "Did you get into a fight again?
Why is your spiritual power so weak? "
"Ugh … I don't know. Maybe … I'm dreaming …" Many of them suddenly looked a little unnatural. Usually, lying was as easy as farting, but in the face of Madam Vasaki's penetrating gaze, many of them felt that lying was like a fishbone stuck in their throats, and it was very awkward.
"In my dreams. Well, that's a good reason." Madam Vasaki did not say anything in front of them. She just looked at them meaningfully and walked in front of the crowd in a few steps. "Since you're here, I'll treat everyone to a meal today. No one will reject me, right?"
Anyone who rejected a beauty's invitation would be a fool!
Everyone nodded immediately. There was no other reason – Madam Vasaki's aura was too strong. Everyone present was like a junior, not daring to speak much for fear of offending the madam.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Madam Vasaki finished her sentence, a person next to her bumped into a tree with a "bang" because he turned his head to look at this large group of beauties, shaking off a large number of leaves. Suddenly, a group of people laughed incessantly, causing that person to quickly cover his head and run away dejectedly.
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At the border of Velun Country.
The sky was covered in dark clouds, and it was drizzling, causing the roads to be muddy.
The smell of mud could be smelled everywhere. It was quiet, and only the sound of raindrops could be heard.
In a hidden underground stone room, a mage dressed in a gray robe was reading a letter in his hands with the help of the green candlelight in the room.
The stone room was extremely spacious, about a few hundred square meters. If one observed carefully, they would realize that this was once a huge tomb. However, it had been transformed into a temporary residence with an alchemy laboratory and a magic summoning array.
The dark stone walls emitted a bone-piercing chill, but it didn't affect the old mage in the room at all.
This was a typical "encampment" of a necromancer.
The old mage's tattered robe actually contained an astonishing number of mageweaths and arrays. From time to time, it would emit a powerful and suffocating magical wave.
He gently rolled up the sleeves of his robe, revealing his pale white fingers. The back of his hand was full of aging spots. The wrinkled skin was loosely "worn" on his hand like a glove, and the fingernails on his fingertips had long fallen off.
With the help of the dim light, his eyes that were staring at the letter suddenly emitted a cold light, as if it was solid.
The old mage's face was like a human skin mask that didn't quite match his head. His greenish-gray skin was softly sticking to his skull, and even the skin around his nose was tangled together. He looked extremely ugly.
"Hiddink is dead?"
His hands that were holding the letter suddenly trembled. It was unknown whether it was from grief or anger. His body that looked like it was about to decay suddenly trembled, and his robe fluttered without any wind!
This was a typical symptom of magic leakage. When the spellcaster's emotions were greatly shaken, such a phenomenon would occur. Moreover, this phenomenon would only happen to mages who were at the level of an archmage and above, and had an incomparably deep foundation of magic.
An archmage was a level nine standard.
Slamming the letter heavily on the table, the old mage took out an ancient magic staff with a dense aura.
He summoned it from his space ring.
The space ring that his apprentice, Hiddink, had was made by him.
The staff in the old mage's hand was incomparably exquisite, but it didn't look like the type of staff that a mage should be using. That was because the head of the staff was carved with an incomparably exquisite angel.
And it was a female angel. In the Luminous Church, female angels represented the supreme status of light magic, and the angel on the staff was the Cherubim, which represented supreme wisdom among angels.
The Cherubim on the statue had a beautiful face, and it exuded a sense of self-confidence. She had a magnificent and majestic six wings on her back.
However, the originally white staff was engraved with greyish-white magic runes, which made the originally pure white staff a symbol of holiness and darkness.
The old mage waved the staff, and a greenish-gray ripple appeared in the air. But he did not stop there. He continued waving the staff and chanted a series of cryptic incantations.
Not long after, a small one-way dimensional portal was constructed by the old mage in this dark underground tomb.
Spatial magic was one of the most mysterious and rigorous types of magic in the continent. Historically, only mages with profound magic power and strong mental strength dared to study it, and the old mage was obviously one of the best.
He picked up a pen and a piece of paper, and wrote something with a face full of hostility. Then he waved the staff lightly, and the letter floated into the air and folded tightly together. Then, a solid silver light wrapped around the letter and shaped it into a secret letter.
This was the usual encrypted communication method used by necromancers. Normally, secret letters were sent through black crows, but the old mage was obviously of high status. He waved his hand and created a high-grade portal to send the letter.
But this also showed that he was very anxious and anxious.
The secret letter flew into the portal and disappeared.
Then the old mage picked up another letter and read it. The letter was signed "Henry Myers".
This letter made him feel much better. After reading the letter, he nodded in satisfaction and seemed to be calculating something. Then he said softly, "I don't know how long the seal will last.
Old Myers, I didn't expect you to serve me like this, did you? "
His voice was dry and deep, and it was creepy.
The old mage picked up a pen and replied a few words. Then, he held the pen with his withered and decayed hand and gently wrote "Saville Bloodmoon". Then, he put it into the portal that flickered with blue light.
A flash of light flashed, and the letter disappeared. Saville waved his hand and the portal also disappeared.
Saville sighed and seemed to be reminiscing about something. But then, he straightened his back, as if he had put the matter at the back of his mind. He turned around and hurriedly walked towards the summoning array laboratory.
As a master of spatial magic and undead summoning magic, he was researching a summoning array that transcended the era. It was the Lich Resurrection Array that he mentioned in the letter to Hiddink, who had been killed many times.
Saville was currently not the chief commander of the undead assassination. The reason was not because of his qualifications or identity. On the contrary, if a war were to break out, he, who had participated in the Second Undead War, would be the most suitable leader. And the reason why he still stayed in this desolate and uninhabited place to do research was that the so-called undead invasion was only the first step of the overall strategic goal proposed by the Dead Council.
And this preliminary step didn't require any command from him. Although Saville was more than 500 years old, his temper was as irritable as when he was young. Therefore, for these assassination and rumor-spreading schemes, the Dead Council only ordered the old mage, who had fought in the frontline, to monitor them at his discretion. They didn't let him lead the team to carry out the battle plan.
The Dead Council understood the old man's bad temper. They didn't want the strategic plan that they had painstakingly planned to be disrupted because of him.
So, Saville stood by and studied the summoning array that he thought was about to succeed.