[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

The white flame is jumping, from the pale fingertips to the palm of the hand, but a little bit of blue water drops, turning into a small whirlwind that hovers upwards, and suddenly withdraws the palm, and the wind rises up, condensing into a slender thread. The dark element swallowed a little bit of scarlet flame, followed the rotation of the fingertips in the void, and finally melted into the bright bonfire at night.

"Rafal."

He tilted his head boredly, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked part of his vision.Twisting up the thick dead branches on the ground casually, the man whispered softly.

Rafal said that the stage of elemental fusion and balance is the most likely to make the body weak and the magic power unstable.The thick robe wrapped him in a comfortable temperature, coupled with his not strong figure, it made him look a little funny and also doubly weak.

The black-haired elf controls the dark elements to form an enchantment, carefully maintaining the balance of the surrounding elements so as not to cause him more burden.Calm gray eyes gently swept across the man's moist eyes due to sleepiness and exhaustion. Because of the perennial coldness and solemnity, the tenderness and concern flashing in his eyes were covered up a lot, so they were more hidden.However, the voice was obviously softer, different from the simplicity and arrogance and coldness accumulated over the years in the past.

"I keep vigil, and my lord rests in peace. My lord's strength is too strong, and it takes a long time to adjust the various elements to balance them. Please don't ask my lord to be quick."

The man didn't seem to be aware of it, or maybe he was aware of it but he didn't care. He just rolled up his collar, answered vaguely, and was about to fall asleep, but the branches of some plants on the ground were too hard, so he was adjusting He frowned uncomfortably in his sleeping position.Rafal keenly noticed the little dissatisfaction of the man, and then thoughtfully found a cleaner ground. The dark elements were classified as air currents, and quickly swept across the ground, leaving a flat and free space.The corners of his mouth were bent to show his thanks.After dragging the thick clothes and moving to the open space, he fell into a deep sleep peacefully.

Elf Uno stared at the white gemstone ring belonging to the Elf King on his fingertips. In the dark night, its light was bright and gorgeous.

And it, like the Elven King, has unlimited time and glory bestowed by the gods.

Trolope Papal States

middleton

Masonfield was flipping through an old travel book in the library. The warm sunlight passed through the curtains with soft tones and appropriate thickness, and fell on the corner of the wooden table.

It was a lone book that the knight commander brought back from his visit to Chesterton some time ago. The writing on the torn pages was somewhat blurred, and there were some old maps mixed with it.The owner of the travelogue is an outstanding explorer who was active in the northern part of the continent hundreds of years ago. Because the continent is so vast, few people can even travel all over it.This great author and explorer was very lucky to have not only a wealthy family and excellent physical strength, but also ample enthusiasm that allowed him to travel the entire northern part of the continent and even some countries in the central part of the continent.

The travel notes not only record what he saw and felt during his travels and the detailed customs of various places, but also many conjectures about his ancient connections with various countries and tribes based on customs and characteristics of residents, animals and monsters.In this kind of leisure afternoon, it is indeed a good pastime for Masonfield, who has long passed the stage of handling many affairs by himself.

What's even better is that there are many conjectures about another continent and legends that the author has heard in this book.Legend has it that the language and lineage on Hesfield Continent are inherited through blood. Nobles are proficient in the arrogant and unruly rhetoric of nobles since they were born.Everything works more according to wildness and nature than to dogma and state.

The young man with light chestnut hair adjusted his glasses and thought curiously, wouldn't it be less fun to babble.At the end, I couldn't help but think of my youth. Although most of the people in the Holy See were lonely and boring, fortunately he also had close partners. Although the occasional playfulness would be dissatisfied by the bishops at that time, it was still a kind of joy and joy in life. adjust.

Once Middleton came to a visiting group from the country of Andriel, and it was rumored that the royal princess of Andriel was accompanying her. She was just sixteen or seventeen years old, and the poet said she was like Middleton's Ouyang. The heather is as dignified and elegant, and it is as beautiful and pure as the sapphire handed down by Lal Dodd.Every child has fantasies about princesses, even boys in the Holy See.The princesses of this country have long been married to foreign countries, and it is impossible to see them. The real and beautiful foreign princesses are really exciting.

After inquiring about the time, Masonfield, along with a group of children in the choir class, took the extremely boring friends who were practicing because of tomorrow's monthly magic test to see the visiting children on the street. Gorgeous carriage.

The children crowded into the crowd, loud and excited.They were amazed by the princess' long fiery red hair and light golden eyes that were as gentle as the sun when she waved in greeting, and they were amazed by the dark purple short but strong mounts of the knights of the Andriel Royal Knights, which were different from their own country.

The maids of the princess wore golden headdresses, and their fiery red hair hung down on their slender waists. Because of the abundant sunlight, their skin was a healthy wheat color. With their raised arms, Andriel's unique expensive perfume Lightly sprinkled into the air, light, but just like the fiery red hair color unique to noble Andriel, warm and beautiful.

Even children know that Middleton is a holy place on the mainland, and every visitor feels joy and joy.Even friends who were a little nervous recently because of the test cheered excitedly along with the crowd.Even though the convoy passed by, the three of them still played around in the city until sunset.

Thinking about it, this is the rare naughty friend running around like a child.Even though Masonfield is already an adult now, and Princess Andriel has already married a Duke of his own country, thinking about how he felt a little bit lost because of the princess's departure like other children of the Holy See at that time, he was indeed full of innocence.

His friend shouted "Phil, hurry up" and dragged him back to the Holy See, while the other followed helplessly. When passing by the market, all kinds of spices filled his nose, and Middleton's short-tailed bird The feathers are bright blue, making the surrounding buildings and scattered castles in the distance look like faded oil paintings, just waiting for the blue to drip onto the sunny and bright canvas.

During the fugue, he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic, but was suddenly disturbed by the knock on the door deliberately lightly by the attendant. Masonfield came back to his senses, put down his glasses, and tidied up his clothes. Holy and solemn.

"Please come in."

"Your Excellency, Archbishop Masonfield, His Majesty the Pope has summoned you to the Cardinal Council."

He narrowed his light green eyes, thought for a moment, nodded, then got up and left with the attendant.

The library was finally empty, save for the soft halo of ancient pages.

The author has something to say:

Who does the host like in this chapter?

However, I decided not to worry about it anymore, it just depends on my mood.Don’t be afraid of standing on the wrong team, anyway, you will always be on the street in the end, you know (*^__^*)

:-D After all, my host is such a restrained and sullen guy~

The author Bacteria will quickly end this world, the battle line is a bit long, and my heart is full. vo(>﹏<)o