Dust of History: Heartbeat (Part 1)

In Di Yagu, the light of the teleportation magic circle lit up and then dissipated, and a figure appeared in the center of the magic circle.

The teleportation magic circle here may be the least used one on the mainland, and it is also the most mysterious and majestic teleportation magic circle. No matter who it is, facing the teleportation scroll inlaid with purple skulls leading here, everyone is frightened and horrified. But as soon as this person appeared in the magic circle, his next move was to spit at the magic circle below.

"I thought that guy was brave enough to set a trap for the teleportation magic circle here." The man snorted coldly, stretched out his feet to wipe his saliva, and walked out of the magic circle.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why, is this the attitude towards Di Yagu who has been away for 20 years? Dear former acting guildmaster Sandro." An old man sitting on a stone chair not far away sighed He took a breath and closed the book in his hand. He is dressed in blue-black robes, with a thin and chiseled face and deep eyes, making him look like a wise scholar.

Sandro rolled his eyes and saw the old man, slightly startled. "Stephen? Is it you? Didn't I hear that you went on a sea trip more than ten years ago and there is no news? I thought you were swallowed by a sea monster on the way, or died in the stomach of a beautiful woman from the Far East."

"I haven't seen you for twenty years, and I still have the same bad temper and bad mouth." The old man called Stephen smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand for a gesture. The wrinkles on his face formed a very kind smile, and the goat whiskers on his chin trembled slightly, like a well-mannered tea house owner. "Don't stand there, come and sit. Don't you miss the tea brewed by Qingyingquan? This is the best tea I just brought from the Far East. I guarantee that you will be the second person on this continent to taste it."

"You just came back? Have you heard what happened to those young people these days?" Sandro snorted coldly not far in front of Stephen. He didn't sit down, but stood there straight. "The young people nowadays are too courageous, and their hands and feet are too open... I just want to teach those young people today."

"Go to class? Do you want to teach them a lesson?" Stephen chuckled. "Do you dare to attack an equally noble necromancer under the sacred black star in Diya Valley? Even for you, this kind of nonsense seems too much."

"Didn't they also do something to that chick Vidnina?" Sandro snorted again. There was a trace of murderous intent permeating his body, and those black and white eyes were so bright that they frightened people. Among them, the white area is as pale as the skin of a dead person, as if there is still some corpse smell, while the dark area is like a black hole leading to the underground abyss. He can devour the person in front of him at any time. "I said earlier that if anyone messes around in this Diya Valley or on my head, I will not let him go."

Stephen took a sip of tea and smiled lightly: "What a murderous look. I haven't seen you with such a murderous look for at least thirty years."

Sandro replied: "Because no one has dared to mess with me like this for at least thirty years. Tell me, where is that guy?"

"Since he knows that he has failed, you will definitely come to him to settle the score. How can he continue to stay in Di Yagu?"

"So I asked where he is? You don't tell, or you don't know?" Sandro glanced at Stephen, turned his head and walked towards the valley. "I'll ask other people first, if you don't say anything, I will do it until you do."

"Don't be too self-willed. This is Dejagu." Stephen looked at Sandro's back and said lightly.

"I know, you don't need to remind me. Also, I advise you not to stop me." Sandro didn't look back and didn't stop.

His stride is not big, and he is still as unhurried as before. But around every time he landed. The green grass on the grass immediately withered and rotted.

Stephen still sat on the stone chair without moving, but his brows were already slightly frowned. He bent his fingers and flicked the teacup in his palm, and the teacup flew towards Sandro's back silently and quickly.

But almost as soon as the tea cup left Stephen's hand, Sandro felt it. He turned around suddenly, and the murderous look in his eyes turned into an active volcano at that moment.

But only for a moment. Sandro's murderous aura didn't really explode. Because Stephen still didn't move, and the expression on his face was still so peaceful, the teacup stopped when it reached Sandro's anthrax, floating in mid-air as if held by an invisible hand. The tea in the cup didn't even have a ripple, and the water vapor rose slowly upwards softly and smoothly.

"Have a cup of tea, you are too nervous." Stephen sat there and said lightly.

The teacup was in front of Sandro, but Sandro didn't reach out to take it. He just looked at Stephen coldly, his eyes were neither sharp nor sharp, but the coldness and corpse-specific meaning in them could easily melt into the body of the person he was watching.

"I'm not here for tea." Sandro said lightly.

"I said, don't stop me."

"I'm not stopping you, I just invite you to have a cup of tea to calm down."

"I don't need peace, and I don't need you to meddle in my own business."

"No, you need it. Drink it." Along with this voice came the sound of coughing.

The voice came from a short, stooped old man who slowly walked out from the shade of a tree not far away. He seemed to have been standing there before, but even Sandro was not aware of his presence until he spoke.

This old man is half-bent, and every time he talks or walks, he makes a coughing sound. It seems that even a slightly stronger wind can blow him down and kill him. But Sandro's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw him appear, and he asked in surprise: "Sante? Is it you?"

"Can't it be me?" The old man coughed and walked slowly to Sandro and sat down.

"You are in such poor health, and you still have to work hard to wait for me. I really don't dare to do it. I thought you have been staying in your cemetery to recuperate, and you no longer worry about Di Yagu's affairs." Sandro looked at him coldly and said.

"You can't worry about it. You know that young people are getting more and more ignorant now, and even some old guys seem to be restless." Shante sat on the chair and didn't look at Sandro again. He just curled up on the chair and coughed.

On the chair in front of him, Shante coughed very attentively and hard, as if coughing had become the meaning of his life. On the chair behind, Stephen picked up the teapot next to him and refilled a cup of tea. Both seemed relaxed and at ease, neither seeming to care about Sandro in their midst.

Contrary to these two people, Sandro's face began to appear unprecedentedly dignified. He stood still and didn't move, but his eyes lingered on the two necromancers. He is well aware of the strength of these two people, and he can guess what it will be like if these two people really team up to make a move, and he is not even sure that they can take it.

The priest's robe on Sandro's body has already started to move automatically in the absence of wind, a very subtle but dense crackling sound of joints erupted from his body, and a wave of mist-like fluctuations swirled around his body. The teacup that was still in mid-air in front of him began to tremble slightly.

"By the way, Sandro. You came to Dejagu by yourself, and Ronis is gone. Aren't you afraid that someone will take the opportunity to get that thing?" Stephen asked as if suddenly remembering. "I know you still have some helpers now, but they can't stand on the same ground as Ronis. What will happen to them if they know the true face of that thing? Doubt? Fear? Or will there be... Interested?"

Sandro still didn't move, but the suspended teacup in front of him shook suddenly.

In the royal capital, in the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"What is Mr. Sandro's hand, or that thing in the dungeon under the cathedral?"

It was Xiaoyi who suddenly asked this question, but everyone's eyes were also focused on Asa, and this was also the question they wanted to ask.

Asa was stunned, hesitated a little and shook his head and replied: "I don't know, don't ask me."

But after answering this way just now, he immediately sighed secretly. Everyone here is looking at him, and everyone's ability to perceive words and emotions cannot be fooled by his unnatural look.

And these people would not directly point out this obvious flaw, only Xiaoyi said lightly: "In my opinion, in fact, more than half of this turmoil may be caused by the hidden things in that dungeon. At that time, many people I heard it. Bishop Jiawei’s reaction when he heard that the things in the cellar were taken away... he could abandon the situation under control and leave in a hurry~IndoMTL.com~ It can be seen that in his mind, that thing may be more important than seeking the empire Important... What is that? I think it's better to give them an explanation..."

"Then you can just make up one for them." Asa said.

"But we also want an explanation. A real explanation. At this point, does Mr. Sandro feel that he can't trust us?" Xiaoyi looked at him and said.

"Then you can ask him instead of me." Asa turned his head away.

Xiaoyi stared at him silently for a while, then looked away.

At this time, a voice came from outside. "Report to the Prime Minister. Someone from the Magic Academy has come to report that the old priest Tom has disappeared."

"Well, I got it, let's get back." Xiaoyi gave the order coldly, then looked at Sedros and said, "It seems that Mr. Sandro is really going to Diya Valley."

Sedros didn't speak, but looked at Captain Roland. Head Roland looked at Asa and said, "We really want to know what is in that cellar? Although I can go and see it right now, I still hope you tell us directly."