Dust of History: Strange Aftermath (Part 2)

Sandro regained his footing and looked at Asa, without saying anything or showing any expression.

Asa explained: "It's not my idea, I don't know anything about court magicians..."

Sandro still had no expression on his face, and still didn't say anything, but slowly raised his right hand. On the right hand, the four fingers are clenched into a fist, but the **** is stretched straight.

Asa turned his head away and rolled his eyes. Anything in this situation is meaningless.

After a short period of silence between the two, Asa asked again: "What are you going to do with the things behind that wall?"

"Which wall?" Sandro was taken aback.

"It's that side. There is a broken mark on that side, it seems to be the side with many magic runes." Asa pointed to the far wall of the dungeon. There is a shallow sword mark on it, which should be the wall that Jia Wei once wanted to destroy. In fact, from the very beginning, Asa could feel the strange aura emanating from there, and knew that it must be what Jiawei was looking for.

But now Sandro showed a surprised look and asked, "Can you see the magic runes on it?"

"Of course I can see it, can't you see it? Or the feeling emanating from there...isn't it very clear?" Asa was a little surprised. Although these magic runes appear and disappear from time to time, they are indeed not hallucinations. Moreover, the strange aura emanating from there was always there, and he really doubted that since Jia Wei had come down to investigate in advance, why he didn't find such obvious traces and instead came to ask himself. And I didn't know why I didn't expect these things I saw here last time.

Sandro looked unnatural for a while, lowered his head and said nothing, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed Asa's wrist.

The old man's movements didn't seem too fast, but Asa was caught without even reacting, and immediately an extremely thick magic power flashed across Asa's body. Then he said something inexplicably: "I still wonder how you have the ability to erase the marks of those vampires by yourself... You have really grown up..."

After saying these inexplicable words, Sandro became inexplicably silent again. This time his silence was very deep and deep, even his head was completely buried, Asa couldn't see any expression on his face.

The only sound left in the dungeon was Jiawei's heavy breathing. Depressed and lifeless. Asa suddenly felt a little inexplicably cold. Sandro, who was completely silent in front of him, seemed a little intimidating.

I don't know how long it took, the old man stood up straight and let out a long sigh of relief. Still reached out and grabbed Asa's hand, pulling him towards the wall. When he was walking, he kicked out casually, and Jia Wei, who was lying on the ground, rolled and flew out and landed in a corner that he remembered.

Sandro stood still in front of the wall, his eyes drifted between the wall and the gap, sometimes dignified and sometimes erratic, finally solidified, sighed long, and said slowly: "The above The magic rune was written by Ronis and I with the well water of the Sun Well, and that well water was one of the treasures I brought out from Diya Valley. According to legend, it was left by His Excellency Archibald... Originally When we were writing, we thought we would never open this place again in our lifetime. No one will open it..."

Since he came to stand in front of this wall, he hasn't looked at Asa again, and he speaks in a tone of self-talk. Then he was silent for a while, then looked up at Asa and said: " But I'm going to show you what's in there now, because you have the right to know."

"Wait, but I don't want to know..." Asa said. He had always wanted to ask this Jia Wei had always wanted to know. What exactly was Sandro and Ronis keeping here, but now he suddenly felt a strange pressure in his heart.

"Now you are obliged to know." Sandro ignored him, put his hand on the wall, and slowly recited the mantra.

The wall slowly separated from it to the two sides, and countless magic runes continuously emerged and emerged in the air and the wall. Behind the wall was a small space, but Asa felt that he was standing in front of a huge dark mouth that could swallow the world. It didn't seem to exist, but an extremely turbulent breath gushed out. It was an endless blackness, a blackness that swallowed even the darkness itself.

In the far corner, Jia Wei's body, which was no different from a dead man, suddenly trembled, but then stopped moving.

It was dusk when Asa came out of the cathedral, and priests and magicians were everywhere in the square.

There hasn't been any chaos in the magic academy for the time being, and the great priests have managed everything in an orderly manner for the time being, but some turmoil in the hearts of the people is inevitable. The sudden disappearance of the cardinal, the heavy military blockade of the cathedral, and the closure of the teleportation magic circle really made people panic. Fortunately, they didn't know the inside story, so they didn't panic too much. And Wangduzhong is naturally still in a barely peaceful state, the turmoil in the palace did not spread to the outside, and naturally no one took the initiative to publicize the weird change.

People usually have their own psychological boundaries when accepting things. And the cardinal is actually a necromancer, and another even more powerful necromancer saved the lives of His Majesty the Emperor and Captain Roland, and joined hands with the murderer who killed Bishop Ronis to break this conspiracy Saving the queen... This kind of story is definitely beyond the acceptance limit of most people.

Fortunately, although there were not many people who saw all this at that time, those people were not the kind of "most" people. Under the half-concealment of Captain Roland and the Prime Minister, which was half a story and half a fact, the old ministers gradually understood and accepted these seemingly unimaginable things. The swordsmen and magicians of the Holy Knights don't have to worry even more. A command from Captain Roland is enough to make them shut up forever. So the most important thing now is to find a good way to deal with the aftermath.

The aftermath of this matter is not so easy. The cardinal who was arrested was personally sent by His Majesty the Pope, and he is actually from Dejagu. If his identity was made public, it would be worse than pouring a load of **** directly on the Glory Castle, and no one else would May believe. So although the breakup of the relationship with Celeste is almost inevitable, but how to say it still needs to be considered carefully.

But Asa doesn't worry too much about it. These are handled by others, and he has to deal with his affairs. He came to the cremation stand at the corner of the Magic Academy. There are already priests and magicians waiting for him here.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."

The flames gushing out from the hands of the three fire magicians enveloped Jessica's body, submerging all the outlines in that dazzling brilliance. There were also two priests who used white magic on the cremation altar. There was no smell of burning in the air. This was the result of the combination of white magic and fire magic. Originally, only the most devout street believers and clergy could do it. Can enjoy the cremation treatment.

Asa stared blankly at the flames, even his eyesight couldn't see clearly how that body turned into ashes in the bright flames, but he knew that the dark and vigorous figure had disappeared from his side forever . When that figure existed, he didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't feel it until he lost it like this. It was the only warmth around him during this period of time.

It is not the kind of tenderness that is so intense that it can be moved, and that makes people give up their lives and forget everything. That kind of thing only existed in fantasy when they knew nothing about it. It's that this kind of emotion is very indifferent, and it may not be considered a feeling at all in the first place. Indifference is easy to ignore. It is also so indifferent that it will blend into your life unconsciously. But when I found out that I lost it, I felt that there was a piece missing in my mission, so I realized that this may be the most real feeling.

Asa just stared blankly. The grief in my heart is not the kind of heart-pounding pain, but it is a deep undercurrent, which will always flow somewhere in the deepest part of my heart and become the power in my soul.

The flames dissipated. The once beautiful body of the black elf was gone, and the cremation altar was already covered in ashes. It is indeed like the prayer that the pastor just recited, no matter what, it can only be ashes to ashes, dust to dust... Asa finally shed a tear from the corner of his eye, and it feels strange that the tear is sliding down that layer of magic mask.

The two priests came forward to collect the ashes on the cremation altar. They did not ask why a black elf of Negan was cremated here. There are enough weird things happening in the capital these days . The great priest has an order, so he will do it honestly.

"Huh? Sir, this is..." A priest found something from the ashes ~IndoMTL.com~ took out a small piece of black gemstone and gave it to Asa.

This is a round gemstone, the size of a thumb, crystal clear, with strange magical fluctuations. This thing was not found when cleaning Jessica's body, it seemed to be buried somewhere in her body, and she never mentioned it herself, maybe she didn't want to say it, maybe she didn't even Know.

Asa took the gem and accepted it. The priests gathered her ashes together and handed them to him in a jar. In one hand she held the jewel she had buried in her body, and in the other her ashes. Asa felt a little dazed, he didn't know where to put these things in the end.

A black elf who defected from Negan wandered aimlessly on the mainland, and Negan no longer recognized her as a traitor. And nowhere on the ground seems to be her home.

After thinking about it, Asa still puts all these things in his arms, as if carrying them with him is the only suitable choice.

Walking out of the cremation altar, the afterglow of the setting sun is almost submerged in darkness, and all the scenery is struggling against the last brilliance of the sky. A loud whistling echoed in the twilight and night sky. It was the cry of the wyvern. After Xiaoyi sent someone to report to Cedros with a teleportation scroll, Oufu finally came.