Dust of History Chapter 53: The wind is full of the building (Part 2)

When Yabin saw Bishop Eschael for the first time, he really felt the same as Talis had told him before. If you can't trust this person, you can't trust anyone else either.

The red-clothed archbishop of Erathia sat upright, with a solemn and solemn face, although his eyes were a little kind, but more majestic from top to bottom. The aura and demeanor of a bishop who is in charge of the entire kingdom are reflected vividly and just right.

According to Talis, although the cardinal seems to be a little bit unable to let go of their white magic, and doesn't quite believe what they say, but the mind magic that can be called the number one in the mainland can definitely heal Ai. Yimei.

Yabin breathed a sigh of relief until this time. He was finally sure that his step was indeed the right one.

This is a big step, maybe even a bit too big. At least when he started to walk, he didn't have confidence. What made him take that step was actually more impulsive at that time. Even if he could really rescue the female knight, it was hard to predict whether the female knight would listen to his words, and even if she did, what kind of reaction she would have. But he did that anyway, betting on his own and his sister's lives.

But it seems that this bet is indeed right. Talis was extremely grateful to Yabin for rescuing herself from those vicious thieves, and she knew that falling into the hands of those people would never be as simple as death.

Although the things that happened on the wild highlands sounded unimaginable, Talis still believed everything Yabin told her. It seemed that just by feeling, she knew that this young man would definitely not be a liar who made up such a lie. The trust and affection generated in adversity can often reach a very high level directly, and Talis didn't even care about the young man's behavior of slapping a temple knight while fleeing. And from the bottom of her own heart, that slap was also one of the reasons why she believed in this young man.

Although Talis herself offered to send Ai Yimei to Celeste for treatment, Yabin disagreed. He has never dared to take his younger sister to the church to seek help, because he was concerned about the white magic that the two of them practiced. Most importantly, he remembered very clearly how exquisite and profound the white magic used by the person who hid in the darkness and controlled the werewolf that night was at least something that only bishop-level clergy could have. Before figuring out what's going on behind that, taking the risk to ask the church for help will undoubtedly lead to death. So he begged Talis not to spread the word for now, but asked her to find someone 'absolutely reliable and absolutely worth relying on'

"God is with you, my lord bishop." Yabin knelt down on one knee and respectfully saluted Eschael who was seated. Can stand 'absolutely reliable. Absolutely worth relying on'.

Bishop Eschael nodded, looked him up and down with a very interested look, then turned to Talis and said, "You go out first."

Talis was stunned: "Master Bishop, you are..."

Bishop Eschael smiled slightly and said, "I will be distracted when someone is around when I will use spells to heal the girl. No one else can approach this place except the two brothers and sisters. You and the guards outside are also Stay away from here. Don't make any noises that disturb my concentration."

"Yes." Talis withdrew. When he walked out of the room, he gave Yabin an encouraging and comforting smile.

Yabin also had a face full of surprise and joy, he did not expect the bishop to agree so directly and so quickly.

The door to the room closes. Only the two siblings and Bishop Eschael remained. The sound of Talis's footsteps became smaller and smaller, and then gradually disappeared with a few footsteps.

The cardinal listened carefully to the sound and made sure that the other people around him had gone far away. Then he asked Yabin with a smile, "Is it you who rescued the anti-missile Talis knight from that group of thieves?"

"Yes." Yabin nodded.

The smile on Eschael's face did not move at all, as if he asked casually: "Did you ask her out alone? Did you ask for help from others?"

Yabin looked up at Master Eschael. A look of astonishment. Although the question itself was not strange, Yabin didn't know why his scalp was tingling.

There was another thunderclap, and the light of the thunder penetrated through the window and shone on the cardinal's face. His smile now looked far more than majestic and kind, and more strange, mysterious and weird.

Yabin didn't tell the whole story without reservation, at least he couldn't say that the mysterious man took the initiative to let the two of them go. This incident was almost weirder and weirder than what happened that night on the wild highlands, not to mention whether Talis would believe it, he thought it was inconceivable when he thought about it several times.

Ai Yimei has not been cured yet, this kind of feeling is confusing. Naturally, it is not necessary to say what is strange about the strange things that only increase suspicion. What's more, even he himself couldn't figure out what was going on with that man.

According to what the man told him, he told Talis the news that the thieves were going to Tula Leon. So Talis immediately rushed back to Celeste, when she appeared in front of Yabin again. The news he brought surprised Yabin beyond measure. The man who let them go, calling himself Sandfis and calling himself Sandro, is actually famous and notorious all over the world, and is wanted by almost all countries and organizations. Anyone who wants the head worth tens of thousands of dollars is the most wanted in the mainland. commit.

After learning the news, Yabin decided that he should not let others know about the conversation between himself and that man. Even after the longer contact with Talis, his guard gradually disappeared, but he never dared to tell her.

The look of astonishment did not turn into shock, Yabin maintained a very suitable expression, shook his head and replied: "There is no help from others, Mr. Bishop. At that time, there were all extremely evil thieves around. With a firm belief in the Lord, I mustered up the courage to not flinch before the danger.”

Bishop Eschael did not respond to this model-like trusting answer, but smiled lightly. Question: "Didn't the man who claimed to be Sandro help you escape? Or, didn't he ask you to rescue Talis Knight?"

Yabin felt that the muscles on his face were approaching the limit, and he was about to twitch beyond his control almost immediately. On the vest, he felt so cold that he was almost shivering, but he was sweating desperately. He couldn't tell whether it was surprise, confusion, or fear that hit his chest, abdomen and mind. He exhausted all his strength to keep his tone and expression as normal as possible, and replied: "No."

"You have good self-control." Bishop Eschael nodded. "But you have to know that very few people can lie in front of a mental magician. Your breath, blood, eyes, the key is that kind of mental fluctuations will betray you. And if it wasn't for that kid who let you go on purpose, with you It is also impossible to save Taliby Knight."

"My lord bishop, I swear in the name of my heart, I am definitely not with that person..." Cold sweat was already dripping from the corners of Yabin's forehead. Bitter in the mouth.

"No need to swear, the Lord can't hear you, and I'm not interested in listening. I can tell from your reaction that you couldn't have been with that kid long ago."

Bishop Eschael waved his hand. "I just want to know how many people have you told about what happened on that wild highland?"

"I only told Knight Talis. I dare not..."

Bishop Eschael waved his hand again to tell Yabin to shut up. Instead of looking at Yabin, who was kneeling on the ground, and Aiyimei, who was muttering on the chair next to him, he stood up by himself. The room paced back and forth. Frowning tightly, his eyes looked at the ground from time to time, and from time to time to the violent wind and rain outside the window.

Yabin is still kneeling. He dared not get up or speak. Although he was surprised and even a little scared, he didn't lose control. He is very clear about his purpose and his position.

According to Talis's description, she was not the only one who got the news and went to Tula Leon. In addition to three other temple knights and ten templars, there was even a cardinal who served the pope. And Paladin Lancelot, who is regarded as Celeste's guardian **** of war.

No matter what kind of wanted criminal it is, such a battle seems too exaggerated. This seems to be no longer catching people, but leveling the elf forest.

But in the end such an unimaginably elite lineup did not please them well. Thieves and elves were not the only ones waiting for them in the Tularion Forest. The two masters of the wild highlands. The Lord of Oufudisideros and General Grew were also there. After an earth-shattering battle between the two sides, each of them did not get the slightest benefit, and hastily withdrew their troops under the interference of the elves. The only harvest is to wipe out the group of thieves.

After hearing this kind of news, Yabin was extremely shocked. He also vaguely guessed that the man should have lured the church members to Tula Leon on purpose, but he didn't fully understand the motive and reason. He knew that the things he knew and participated in were just some small links in the open and secret struggle between the church and Oufu, and the plan and inside story behind it were absolutely unimaginable to him.

It's hard to imagine him not thinking about it. He has only one purpose, and that is to find a way to cure his sister. So even if the bishop in front of him suddenly said something that she had been hiding all along, he was just surprised. After all, he was just surprised that the Bishop suddenly spoke out what he had been hiding all along. After all, the bishop had already personally said that he wanted Ai Yimei to be cured, and those surprises and fears were just subconscious reactions. As long as Ai Yimei can be cured, it doesn't matter what happens to me.

Bishop Eschael finally stopped, looked out of the window and murmured, "It's a surprise that a priest who has been ordained can still use the magic of God's protection. Maybe it's because of this ignorance Only those who are foolish and loyal can truly exert the power of faith. I was careless..."

Although he couldn't fully understand the meaning of the cardinal's words, Yabin couldn't help but ask, "My lord bishop, so you believe what I said?"

"I believe it, of course I believe it, why don't I believe it?" Eschael turned around and looked at Yabin, the aloof majesty was even higher, as tall as looking down on an ant. He sneered disdainfully at the little ant half-kneeling towards him. "Haven't you found out yet? It was me that night. I controlled those werewolves."

There was a loud thunder, and the entire St. Peter's Basilica trembled slightly. The electric light coming in from the windows made everything pale. This thunderstorm seemed to tear the entire royal city of Erasia to pieces.

Yabin didn't hear the thunder, or he didn't know it. The cardinal's words shattered his mind in an instant, his mind seemed to become empty all of a sudden, and it seemed to be filled with so many unknown things that it was about to explode immediately.

Bishop Eschael sneered at Yabin, who was still half kneeling, and waved his hand, and colorful light spots shone around him for a while, and immediately sank into his body.

All the strength and vitality in the body suddenly froze. Yabin was very familiar with this feeling. On the night full of blood and killing in the wild highlands, it was also the same spell that brought him together with his sister and grandfather. settled there.

"It's really annoying flies. I don't think there will be a fish that slipped through the net and told this girl to Talis. If she tells Lancelot to know, it will be a bit troublesome. Force me to waste my energy... ..." The cardinal stared at Yabin and sighed, annoyed that he had to waste his energy on the fly, and his majestic face was even more compelling. Slowly, his eyes looking towards Yabin began to emit a faint fluorescence.

"I will cure your sister, but she will not remember anything. She will only remember. She will only remember the tragedy when your grandpa died that night, and she will have nightmares every night Wake up in the middle of the night. Can't sleep well. It won't be long before she gets sick from grief and panic, and gradually dies...and these are all caused by you, you know?"

Yabin maintained that half-kneeling posture. The eyes kept looking at Eschael. He only felt that even his own thinking seemed to be frozen under the paralysis, and before he had time to react to the sudden change, all his spirit was attracted by those shining eyes.

The cardinal's voice was not loud, but the howling wind and rain outside the window could not cover every word and every syllable in it. Every note that flew out of his mouth seemed to contain a strange power, it was no longer just words heard in the ear. Instead, it became a thinking idea, forcibly rushing towards the listener's mind.

"Do you know, these are all your faults, it's your fault." There was another thunder. Eschael's voice was heavier amidst the thunder, and the look in his eyes was even more captivating. He is now like a nightmare that is casting spells, not only to pour his own voice into other people's brains, but also to carve marks one by one in the deepest part of memory and soul. "You will blame yourself, blame yourself. If it weren't for you, maybe your sister would not have died. After your sister died, you would dream of your grandpa and your sister every night. In the end, you would have to commit suicide... ..."

Mind magic is definitely an unpopular magic, not only because it is difficult to cultivate this magic, but also because this system cannot be compared with other magics no matter how high the level of cultivation is. It can't blast rocks, nor can it burn and tear apart enemy's guns. The only thing that can work is people, living people. It can't even kill a chicken directly. If there is a department of magic masters who have trouble surviving alone in the wild, then it can only be of the mind department.

But although this world is not made up of living people, this society is, and all of them are. So what the magic of this system can do, other magic can never do.

"The words I said now will not be forgotten until you die, but you will never be able to recall them." Eschael's words seemed to be contradictory, but this is not important anymore. In the words of mind magicians, language is actually only false, and the consciousness contained in it is what people really rely on to communicate. "You will only remember that I cured your sister here, and you are very grateful to me. Then you take your sister away from Erathia, and find a place where no one will find out..."

Eschael didn't pay attention to the girl who was muttering next to her. He watched Abin intently. No matter how magical magic is, it is still magic, so you must concentrate. What's more, Eschael also felt that because of practicing white magic, this young man was actually a little bit resistant to his own mental magic. And this spellcasting must not go wrong in the slightest. His spirit has been fully concentrated, and he feels the mental veins of the target in front of him. He wants to hold it in his hands and burn everything he just heard into the deepest part of his soul.

Suddenly, there was another loud noise. But this time it wasn't just thunder, there was also the sound of broken windows.

The window shattered into a sky full of glass and wood chips, and a black figure rushed in crazily together with the raging wind and rain outside.

Thunder, electricity, wind, rain, windows shattering, knives being pulled out, blades piercing through the sky, the sound of the sound pierces the ears.

The sound was already slow to reach the ears, and the figure rushing to the thunder and lightning with the violent wind and rain outside was faster than the sound.

Eschael is facing the window, but it doesn't matter whether he is facing the window at this time. His reaction didn't seem to be in line with being a magician or his age. He still had time to look up, shocked, terrified, and backed away. But his attention and all his energy had just been focused on Diabin on the ground. All his magical power has been condensed on the mental magic that is being instilled in consciousness. This is exactly when he is weakest and has the greatest flaws.

The figure of the blade was no longer separated from each other, and the strong murderous aura filled the small room together with the violent wind and rain. This was a chance to kill, a blow to kill.

Eschael's retreat seemed futile. Although his reaction was fast enough, he had already sensed the murderous intent almost before the window shattered, but Lao Lao's pace was really slow in front of that gust of wind and thunder. In vain, like a turtle before an arrow.

But just this tortoise-like step back, maybe only a hundredth of a second, which is almost negligible, just worked. The holy cross on Eschael's chest that was retreating had been shattered, and in this one-hundredth of a second, the shattered cross exploded with a white light to envelop the cardinal.

The blade struck the white light, and the light shattered like a piece of glass with a crisp sound. Blade paused again. He continued to stab forward unabated, and finally pierced into Eschael's body.

The cardinal let out a miserable howl, the knife crunched from his right chest, cut off two ribs, passed through the lungs, broke two ribs, topped the broken shoulder blades, and exposed from behind.

But Asa's heart felt cold. The white light was undoubtedly the amulet that Eschael relied on to save his life. It was almost just the lightning flash of his mind that triggered the protective magic sealed inside. Although this kind of magic released only by mental touch is not too advanced, and his knife easily broke it, but after all, he still gave Escheel a little more time, so that he could just move his body a little , avoiding the position where the heart is pierced.

This is already the best time to attack, the most sudden attack method~IndoMTL.com~ But even so, it is not a one-hit kill. The reaction shown by this great magician who has galloped through countless battles and dangers on the battlefield can be called the limit of a magician. There is nothing wrong with being famous.

Chest piercing is almost fatal to a magician, but it is only almost. Not absolutely or immediately. Especially for a white mage. What's more, this is one of the top white magic in the mainland. Asa could feel the white magic in Eschael's body flooding around the blade stuck in his body like a tide, and the magic and blood-sucking effects attached to the blade couldn't be exerted at all.

The muscles in his wrist immediately bulged, ready to exert force. No matter how much white magic there is, this body is just an old man after all. With his strength, even if the blade of this knife is definitely not sharp, it can still completely wipe out all the bones, muscles and internal organs underneath. into two.

But at this time, Bishop Eschael, who was close at hand, had already looked at him, and the light in his bloodshot eyes aroused by pain and anger was hundreds of times brighter than when he looked at Yabin just now , All the magic power that was originally intended to be instilled in Yabin was given to him, and the skills and delicate manipulations in it all transformed the violent destructive power.

Asa let out a scream that was not inferior to Eschael's. He only felt that two invisible knives pierced his eyes and then scratched his brain a few times, he could almost hear the sound of his brain cracking.