MTL - The Wizard World-~ Chapter 580 qualitative change 1
Helia and others rested for a while and all went out at night. The cloak of the cloak when draped, glaring at the night, with the things Angley prepared for them, quickly disappeared into the woods.
Anglia stood at the door of the tomb and quietly looked at the direction of the people leaving, until a little silver light was seen in a moment, then he turned back into the grave and gently closed the wooden door. .
Standing at the door is preparing for the stone steps, but seeing that Freila is standing under the stone steps and watching him quietly.
"Green, are they going to do something very important this time? I asked them, but no one wants to tell me!" Freyla flashed a trace of worry.
"Alright, don't tell you because you are too young, they are actually doing something that only adults can do." Angliel smiled mysteriously.
"Hey!" Freila suddenly had a red face, and put a grimacing face at Angley, and turned into the kitchen room. Then there was a glimpse of the chopping tableware, which was obviously going to be a nightingale.
Angrid walked slowly down the steps.
"Is it necessary to secretly care for them in the past....?" He hesitated.
He faintly felt that the church is not as simple as he imagined, even if he is a sealer, his strength is strong and reaches eight. But the church is, after all, the power of the establishment of the peak of the ancestors of light. The sorcerer's power in this area is weak and vulnerable to the point where the roots of the world under the abyss storm cannot be known. It seems that there may be tacit agreement between the two sides.
Angrid always felt that once he had done his best, the church would certainly not be as vulnerable as he thought. Sealers do not represent invincibility in a medium or powerful world.
"Only life and death can sharpen one's will..... Still just like this..."
He walked forward, passing through the little guy's bedroom, his eyes narrowed inadvertently, and suddenly he saw something hidden under the pillow of Freila's bed. Show a corner to the outside.
It was this dark brown leather roll with some small text recorded on it.
Angley's vision as a strong seal suddenly played a role, and instantly saw the contents of the upper text, and suddenly looked strange. Looking back at the kitchen, while cooking, singing the little Rila.
"Unconsciously, it’s already at this age..." He shook his head helplessly and continued to move forward to the middle hall.
On the corner of the fur roll that appeared under the Freila pillow, there was a clear line of words: ‘He kissed Ellie’s lips in a crazy way, and his hand slowly slipped.....’
"Ah!!!!"
In a short while, the screams of Freila sounded. Obviously I found out that I didn't close the bedroom door, and my treasure was probably already discovered by Anglia.
"Call it, hurry up and eat it!" Anglia sat on the wooden sofa in the hall with his legs up.
Freila screamed abruptly, and the whole man walked slowly into the hall and sat down on the sofa opposite Anglia. Place the diet plate in your hand on the low table of the eucalyptus.
The little guy is getting more and more accelerated during this time. The forehead birthmark is also completely eliminated under the action of the ointment. The skin becomes more white and smooth, and the seat is sitting on the sofa. The slender legs are covered with white water-grinding trousers. The upper body is covered with gray-white short sleeves and the chest is high and raised. The size is just right. The slim, soft waist reveals a fair complexion of the waist. A long blond hair is draped over the shoulders, sitting upright and not the same as the standard aristocratic girl Missy.
Anglia took back the sight of appreciation. "Look at those books, you should be this age now." He picked up a glass of wine in the plate. Gently shake the red wine inside, smell it, mix fresh fruit and floral, and drill into the nose.
A long dark red hair hangs down. Falling on the shoulders of Anglia, showing a strange laziness and extravagance. He leaned back against the sofa. Gently drink a red wine.
"Marry me."
"Hey!" The wine in the mouth of Angrid spouted directly. Quickly put down the cup, "You say oh!?" he asked again.
Furui is quite a chest. "Married? I don't feel bad about myself. It's better to be cheaper than others." Her cheeks are pink, and her blue eyes are faintly wet.
"You don't want to practice swordsmanship to take revenge? Don't you want to exercise to become a legendary knight?" Angrily resisted swallowing almost drunken drinks and asked quickly.
"There has been no enemies to report... I have already heard the news of the group of people some time ago, all of them died in a mountain forest, and no one has survived." Freire’s eyes flashed a trace of regret mixed with pleasure. "As for the legendary hero knight? I have long understood that it is just a dream..."
Angrie silently looked at the little girl, who had a little nose with a clear nose on her face, and now she has matured so much. Unconsciously, it is almost ready to become a qualified adult.
"Marriage.... I never thought about this kind of thing. You follow me, there will be a lot of dangers...." He calmed down. "Maybe one day I researched an explosive, I will lick it." I will blow myself up together..."
"I have nothing but you.... Then you think that I have been with you for so long, many times sleeping in a room, will anyone be willing to marry me?" Freila whispered.
Anglia frowned, the atmosphere in the area is very strict, and the standards and requirements for the church are always extremely harsh. Indeed, as Freila said, it is difficult for her to find another man who is willing to marry her.
The area here is relatively heavy for women's chastity, unlike the middle. The different regions of the church and the rule of the wizard present completely different institutional customs.
I used to live in a small town that was isolated from the world, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. But when I came out, I had more contacts, and I found out that it was wrong.
The two were sitting opposite each other and did not speak for a while.
After a moment of silence, Angley began to pick up a bowl of potato puree and pick up a sandwich of walnut slices.
Freila also began to eat.
There was no other sound in the hall except for the sound of the cutlery of the cutlery.
Time passes by.
After eating the nightingale, Freila packed up the tableware and went back to the sofa to sit down and stare at Angri. A look that does not give up without asking the results.
"Rila, you are still young...." Angrid took a bit of a word, "It’s not good for you to decide your life so early."
"I don't understand those principles. I only know that I can't live without you. Maybe the result is the best ending with my mother." Freila's blue eyes fixedly looked at Angri, Not at all.
In her eyes, Angile mystery, appearance temperament lazy with barbarism and noble, apparently born not bad, sometimes serious, every move is faintly convincing, almost can not see his imperfections. Such a man, for a little girl who grew up in the town, is undoubtedly the best actor in the novel.
What makes Freila most concerned is that she is afraid that she will not bind the man earlier. She may disappear mysteriously in the future and then leave her forever.
"This matter, I will wait until you are older and talk about it..." Angrid frowned, feeling a little headache. He can naturally understand Freire's thoughts, but unfortunately.... Not to mention that he often does some high-risk experiments, that is, the constant energy radiation around himself, usually self-repressing, once he encounters a level of enemy opponents. If you don't pay attention, you may be able to shake the ordinary people's fresula, or the radiation hurts Freila's body.
Perhaps you can use your flesh and blood to solve Freila's physique, but Angrid is not sure, and the blood is applied to ordinary people. The result is probably that a little bit of blood and flesh may be swallowed up completely. The mortal little guy.
If you really want to combine and not solve this problem, Angley can only find a presence similar to his level.
"Okay, let's talk about it later." Angley stood up and turned to his room.
Did not take a few steps, a loud noise came from the main entrance of the tomb.
"Green!!" Hague's anxious shouts came from outside the door.
Angley's face sank, and quickly walked to the main entrance to open the door in three or two steps.
Outside the door, Helia, standing on a comatose black woman, his left ear has disappeared, leaving only a bloody, only a red blood hole in the right eye, blood flowing down the corner of his eye Underflow.
The screams of Freila were looming behind Anglo.
"Come in! Fast!" Angley looked at the dignified position and let the two rushed into the door. He noticed that the woman under her head was still dripping down the blood. And it is dripping all the way.
"Sent to the treatment room! Fast!!" he shouted.
Heliah, carrying a woman in black, rushed into the front of the treatment room, carefully placing the woman on a gray bed. "Green!! Fast! My sister is going to die!!" He shouted anxiously.
Anglia is wearing sterile white leather gloves and walks quickly to the black masked woman. As soon as I saw the woman’s injury, he also took a sigh of relief.
The woman has a horizontal line wound on the chest, waist, abdomen and three places. It seems that the blade cuts the body and the bone laterally, leaving only a little bit of flesh on the back to connect the body.
The woman's entire body needs only a little more vibration, and it is likely to be broken into three pieces. The wound appeared to be connected by a white wire so that it was not completely broken.
Helia quickly explained: "These threads are connected with our white scissors, otherwise... otherwise..." He couldn't help but whimpered.
"Look at the injury first!" Angley sank, picking up the silver scissors and rubbing the black clothes on the woman's waist to reveal the white skin that was stained with blood.
