Blood of Mercury

"This time, take my word for it. ☆→☆→,"

A poet-like voice sounded in Cyla's room: "I really need your help, Roland."

Sitting at the table with a scroll in his hand was a handsome young man with typical Bansa characteristics.

His facial features are as sharp as a knife, and his eyes are deep enough to make people think he's staring at you all the time.

On the whole, it is a three-dimensional face that is more similar to **** than Qingxiu.

He feels different from his more staid and serious peers. He is full of a calm and gentle temperament that reads all kinds of classics all year round. His crimson cardinal robes were worn on him, but one would think it was the attire of a scholar.

Even sitting in a chair, you can see that he is slightly taller. His hair color is platinum gold that is close to pure gold, and his eyes are shining with a luster of green, and the pure emerald green pupils are reminiscent of fine emeralds, which adds a bit of laziness and laziness to his temperament. mystery.

There was a strange smile on his face almost all the time. He looked like he was smiling and didn't seem to be smiling, and no matter what angle he looked at, he could see a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just the change of pupil color, Xila's whole temperament changed with it. He doesn't look at all like the pure white stone statue that would stand still. And more like that kind of crossed fingers, looking at the weird portrait outside the frame with a faint smile.

Opposite him, a silver-haired young man in a black robe sat there smiling.

"That's right."

He crossed his fingers, covering the lower half of his face, and looking at the tall young man opposite him, he showed a strangely happy smile: "You are absolutely right, Xila. By the way, I haven't seen you for a while, but you have changed. Quite a few."

"The same to you."

The corner of Xila's mouth curved slightly, and she put down the holy scroll in her hand: "When I first saw you, you seemed to have something more on you. I like this feeling very much. Also, I still think you have black hair. nice."

"Ah, those things are fine. I think. I have a lot of them, probably the ones you left behind."

Roland leaned back and slowly retracted his crossed fingers to his chest. His silver hair flowed like mercury and slid down his shoulders. A warm glow is reflected in the dim candlelight.

The two are very similar in both hair color and eye color. Sitting on either side of the table can even create the illusion of a spectacle.

The red bishop's robe and the black bishop's robe are almost identical in style, the long silver and platinum-gold hair shimmers in a similar light under the candlelight, and the same emerald green pupils have the same meaningful eyes.

In other words, it gives the same feeling of a doll and a statue made of the same person.

"That's different. What I throw away. Much more than you can imagine."

Hearing Roland's words, Sheila couldn't help laughing.

However, after he heard the next sentence, he couldn't help being silent.

"Like...belief in Tyre?"

Roland's crossed fingers slowly clenched into fists, and then he sat up at a very slow speed: "Or, all the oaths you made before?"

Suddenly, Xila's eyes sharpened.

However, before he could speak, Roland said first, "If I guessed correctly... that one, I've already found you."

Say so. Roland pointed lightly behind Sheila with his chin. That's about half an arm's height above his head.

That's where Higgs came.

Xila stood up almost instantly: "Roland, so you are"

"Don't get excited, Sheila."

Roland said softly.

As his voice fell, the golden holy flame slowly burned on the tip of Roland's right finger. Sheila stopped half of what she had said.

A warm flame instantly illuminated the entire space.

Sheila was absolutely certain that it was Tyre's holy fire. Although he has now abandoned his faith in Tyre to the point of losing all the magic of the solar domain, he can at least recognize Tyre's holy fire.

But in fact, it wasn't the holy flame that made him quiet for a moment.

What really shocked Xila was that as Roland slowly opened his right hand covering his left hand, the ring of power in Roland's left hand flashed with a brilliance that was so bright that it was almost dazzling.

The moment she saw the ring of authority, Sheila felt the dead grace in her body suddenly roaring. Violently burned in Xila's body. But the excruciating pain that was burning his lungs couldn't hide the doubts and incomprehensions in his heart.

"Why... it's you? It turns out that the priest they were talking about is you? Who are you? What is your relationship with that evil god? When did you become the priest of Tyre? How did you get the Ring of Sunshine Power? Approved? What happened to His Majesty Tyre? What are you here for?"

Suddenly, Xila unabashedly threw all the doubts in her heart out. His emerald green pupils stared at Roland tightly, as if something was shining in them.

Roland just smiled and shook his head.

"I'll tell you...I'll tell you everything you want to know, just today. Just before the sun rises."

He murmured, and said softly in a very seductive tone: "There is still a lot of time before the sun rises. Sheila, I want you to know me better."

While saying this, Roland kept a warm smile, and his whole body melted instantly.

He turned into a large pool of mercury, and stretched out a tentacle under Syrah's horrified gaze. Standing in front of Xila. It took Xila a long time to suppress her strong desire to attack Roland.

The next moment, the tip of the tentacle quietly ignited a golden holy flame. Then the golden flame gradually faded and became purer in front of Xila's eyes. A pure white flame that was as quiet as a lake goddess but not weak replaced Tyre's golden flame.

Then, in the pure white holy fire, the silver-gray luster gradually flickered. The rich divine aura in the substantial holy fire that shone with moonlight like jumping mercury almost blinded Sheila's eyes.

All this Syrah was so familiar it couldn't be more familiar.

That's a realm switch. A skill that can only be learned by a priest of the golden rank.

"...Are you human, Roland?"

"Of course."

Roland chuckled lightly, and gathered together on the table, and then appeared in front of Xila with a black bishop's robe: "Of course I'm a human~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If it's fake... oh right , I have goblin blood."

"No, I'm not talking about those..."

"It has nothing to do with that, my friend."

Roland burned quietly again, the flames jumped, and he reappeared in his original position in the starting position, with his fingers crossed to block the golden ring, as if all this was an illusion.

"Before I tell you everything, Shira, why don't you answer me a question first."

In Xila's perception, behind Roland with his fingers crossed, an unknown, indescribable, terrifying and suffocating great existence broke through a certain boundary and slowly emerged.

Roland said softly:

"I asked you a question before: Do you want power? Do you want... to change this? But you didn't answer me."

"Then, now. Please tell me your answer before you touch the truth of the world." (To be continued.)