Abduct the Necromancer

Sighing, Miller patted him on the back, took a breath and said kindly: "Sherlock, I really don't understand what you mean, have you heard something, can you tell me clearly?"

Sherlock remained silent.

He smiled wryly, "At least give me a chance to explain?"

Sherlock didn't let go, but bit it even tighter.

Blood ran down his shoulders, staining the white shirt under the robe red.

Miller stroked his body helplessly, hoping to calm down the little mage's emotions.After a moment of stalemate, he felt a little tired, and gently rested his chin on Sherlock's neck.

Although the name "Necromancer" sounds cold and corrupt, Sherlock's smell is always refreshing and pleasant.Miller likes the taste, not the smell of pollen smoked with spices, just a light, natural taste.

Nestled against his sweetheart, Miller closed his eyes.A busy day made him feel tired. Although he had sat in this seat for so many years, he still couldn't adapt to this kind of fatigue.The presence of Sherlock always makes him smile relaxedly, if only he could hold him like this all the time...

"Xia Rui, why are you like a puppy..."

As soon as these words came out, Sherlock, who was still dead just now, became angry immediately, and he didn't care about biting people, and let go of his mouth, cursing: "Slave books are repairing dogs!"

Miller was stunned for a while before he understood what he said, "Who do you call a puppy?" It turned out that he had been biting for too long, his jaw was sore and weak, and he couldn't even speak clearly.Taking a closer look, the corners of his mouth were even split open, with a trace of blood oozing out.

He gently rubbed Sherlock's chin, and said distressedly: "Look at you, how did you hurt yourself?"

"Stop pretending to be a good person over there!"

Miller felt very helpless, "Just say what you have, and you don't give me a chance to explain, what if it's just a misunderstanding?"

"Miss you!" Sherlock's eyes turned red when he thought of Mona. "You lied to me...the coat of arms of the two snakes clearly belonged to the Holy See, but you lied to me that I didn't know it! You—you killed Mona and pretended to be a good person in front of me! Get out of the way, you bastard! Demon! murderer!"

Tears rolled in his eyes, Sherlock bit his lower lip tightly, not wanting to show his fragility in front of this opponent.

Miller froze, and didn't wake up until a hot tear fell on the back of his hand.

Sherlock turned his head away to hide his helplessness.

Miller asked in astonishment, "Who did you hear that the coat of arms of the two snakes belongs to the Holy See?"

"It was supposed to be!"

"It's what it is!" Miller was anxious, "Who is talking nonsense? The double snake coat of arms has nothing to do with the Holy See!"

"Then what is it that you people from the Holy See drive the double-headed snake? Don't try to lie to me again! I've seen it all!"

"What did you see? A two-headed snake?" Miller asked, "Where did you see it?"

Sherlock screamed angrily, "On the ancient scroll of the Holy See! The people of the Holy See drove the double-headed snake to kill non-believers!"

Miller was silent for a while before saying, "Show me the scroll."

Sherlock thought for a while, put down his things and went out to find the scroll, and unfolded it for Miller to watch.

Miller looked at it and sighed, "This is just a fragment. You don't know what is painted in the middle of the scroll, so you think the snake driver is a member of the Holy See?"

"Shenhuahua!" Sherlock poked at the distinctive flower, "Shenhuahua is on the snake driver! Isn't that proof?"

"Sherlock, you are too extreme. How do you know that the flower of divine language on the snake driver means that he is a member of the Holy See? Why don't you say that the Holy See suppressed the snake driver, so the flower of divine language represents the Holy See's pressure on him?" What about him?

"And according to the content on the mural, the double-headed snake represents evil. If it represents the Holy See, do you think the Holy See will allow this kind of speech to spread? No matter what the truth is, the Holy See will put the snake driver in the opposite position of the Holy See Go up, so as to maintain the glory of the Holy See. Even if the Holy See really wants to form a secret organization, it is impossible to use the double-headed snake, which symbolizes evil, as the coat of arms."

Sherlock sneered, "Who knows, maybe you guys deliberately used the double-headed snake as a symbol just to deceive people!"

These words made Miller speechless.

Sherlock folded his chest again and said coldly: "I can't tell, can I? And that Katya, I only told you that he is a magister, but you said his strength is close to that of a magister! If you don't know this person , how could you say such a thing?

"Also you said that you used magic to send me back to the Holy See. Where did this kind of space magic come from? If there is, wouldn't all mages in the world be immortal? It is clear that you sent people to follow me! You also sent people to follow me And Su! What exactly do you want to do? Who are you! What is the relationship between the double snake emblem and you!"

Miller's face changed for a while, Sherlock thought he was going to kill someone to silence him, but Miller actually burst into a "puchi" laugh, and let go of his restraint.

Sherlock grabbed the hem of his shirt and yelled, "What are you laughing at? You bastard!"

Miller reached out to pull him, but he avoided it.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked warily.

Miller smiled lightly, "Little fool, since you want to think this way, I can't help it...Let's go, I'll show you the truth."

"the truth?"

Sherlock wanted to refuse, but couldn't resist the man's strength and was pulled away by him.

The place Miller took him to was actually the No.13 floor of the library.

The floors of the Holy See Library are more mysterious as you go up. It is said that only the Pope can enter the No. 13 floor. Sherlock was carried by Miller to the [-]th floor, but found that there was nothing on this floor, it was actually an empty room?

Miller asked Sherlock to stand beside him, reciting a spell in a low voice, a white light shot from his heart, and shot towards the empty room. Surprisingly, the white light seemed to hit something, making people Ripples appeared in the air, and a black hole was soon revealed.

Miller led Sherlock into the cave, and the scene in front of him changed. Sherlock closed his eyes instinctively. When he opened them again, he found himself in a completely different room.

The room is not big, and the furnishings are simple, just a table, a chair, and a bookshelf, but the table and the bookshelf are full of things, and even the walls are pasted with various notes and pictures.

Sherlock stepped forward stunnedly, and his eyes were attracted by a large portrait directly above the desk. The person in the painting had a delicate face and an indifferent expression, holding a scythe longer than a person──

"He's the murderer!" Sherlock exclaimed.

"He is Katya."

Miller came to Sherlock's side, stared at the beautiful young man in the portrait, and seemed to explain: "Actually, I don't know if this is his name. Our people once fought against him and lost. It was too late when we arrived. We only had time to hear such a name from his mouth, and we called him by that name afterwards.”

Sherlock looked at the portrait carefully. There were many small words densely written beside the portrait, all of which were information about Katya, his appearance, weapons, strength, character, traces and so on.

"Your people?"

"Yeah." Miller nodded, "Mona once told you that the Two Serpents has an opponent. If I'm not mistaken, the opponent he refers to is us."