Mage Joan

As the body fell rapidly, Rebecca's ear suddenly heard the sound of Joan chanting spell spells.

A short, calm and powerful syllable.

"Quessé!"

Rebecca immediately heard that this was an elven word, which was translated into common language as "feather".

The spell was still echoing in the air, and Joan and Rebecca's speed of falling suddenly slowed down, as if lifted by an invisible pair of hands, landing lightly on the ground.

The soles of the feet stepped on the solid ground, and Rebecca's legs were still soft and trembling.

Settling in, she realized that Joan had just performed the "feather fall technique".

Most spells in the world have a casting time of not less than 3 seconds, and "Feather Drop" is a rare exception.

This spell requires almost no casting time and no gestures. A short start spell can be read to take effect and protect the caster and his companions from landing safely.

Rebecca certainly admired Joan's imminent danger and calmness, and was even more surprised that he prepared the "feather fall technique" in advance. Did he expect to jump off the building today?

Of course Joan has no ability to know the prophet.

In fact, he did not prepare the "feather fall technique" in advance. He just temporarily called a "mythical force" to perform the "feather fall technique" instead of the 1st spell slot.

These details were inconvenient to tell Rebeccamin that it wouldn't matter if she didn't explain it, even if she misunderstood.

"Rebecca, does your'Death Detective' spell continue to work?"

"It's no longer valid, but it doesn't matter. I prepared three'detection of undead' today, which should be enough!"

Rebecca casts his spell quickly, his eyes flashing again to detect the undead.

"Yu Ying" just passed by here, and the residual negative energy formed a clear path.

Rebecca followed in front, Joan followed, and the two hurried across the courtyard.

In front is the Snow family's garden, with the gate closed.

It seemed that the gardener was also afraid of ghost harassment and wondered where to hide.

"Yu Ying went through the garden gate and hid deep in the flowers. What shall we do next?" Rebecca asked Joanne.

"Open the door first and see what is happening in the garden."

Joan once again cast the "Hand of the High Master", ten steps apart, holding the door knocker.

He tried to pull the door knocker and found that it could not be opened, so he held the "electro-optical blade" with his remote control magic hand, inserted the thin blade of paper into the slit of the door, and slid it up and down.

With a click, the electric blade cut off the iron bolt, and the door opened slowly.

Rebecca raised the glowing holy symbol, illuminated the gravel path leading to the garden gate, checked it, and determined that "Yu Ying" was not nearby, and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Joan suddenly held her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca stopped to look back, his face puzzled.

"look here."

Joan raised the siren made of the groundworm tentacles in his hand.

The tentacles are bending away from the garden gate and humming.

"Isn't it because of the wind?" Rebecca asked speculatively.

"The normal airflow will not make the siren buzz. This sign indicates that there are creatures hostile to us lurking in the garden."

Joan moved the siren, and the direction and angle of the tentacle bending also changed, and even the buzzing sound was sometimes sharp and sometimes low.

Rebecca was blank, unable to understand what Joan was doing.

Joan can use these subtle changes to determine the number of potential enemies and their location.

"Two enemies, hidden in the shadows on both sides of the garden gate."

Joan said thoughtfully.

"You can be sure that they are not undead, otherwise you can detect them here."

"As for the servants of the Snow family, first of all, they should not be hostile to us, and secondly, it is unlikely to be hidden in the flowers in the middle of the night... What are these two guys?"

"Beast, or thief?"

Rebecca tried to make a guess, then frowned and shook his head.

"What's even stranger is that shadow, why didn't they attack the two lurking in secret? Are they a gang?"

"Pull them out and interrogate them to know the truth."

Joan's eyes became particularly sharp.

"I'm going to attract them, you are on the alert."

"Let me be the bait!" Rebecca said eagerly.

"You?" Qiao An looked at her in surprise, "This is dangerous, are you afraid?"

"It's really scary!"

Rebecca nodded frankly and admitted, but he spoke with courage.

"But I'm a priest after all. I can't let a mage younger than me and weaker than me rush to the front line of the battlefield! Is this ridiculous?!"

For fear of Joan refuting, the little girl lifted her slightly raised chest, patted the shiny chain armor, and the Mithril Ring locked and rattled.

"Fortunately, I am wearing armor and my defense is stronger than you!"

"Well, this is the truth." Joan had to admit.

The priest is blessed by the gods he worships, wearing helmets and armor, and holding a large shield does not hinder combat spells. The mage can not enjoy such divine grace.

Joan's defense is obviously not as good as Rebecca's Mithril Chain Armor.

For security reasons, Joan blessed Rebecca with a "protection against evil" to further strengthen the defense.

Rebecca photographed "Sanctuary" on herself.

This one-point magic can create a circle of spiritual power encircling itself. The moment when the enemy creature attempts to attack Rebecca, it must first suffer from mental interference. If it cannot suppress the spiritual interference by its own willpower, it will lose its hostility and eliminate it. The idea of ​​actively attacking Rebecca; accordingly, Rebecca cannot actively attack the other party, otherwise "Holy Land" will fail.

It is not difficult to see from the effect of "Holy Land" that this is a spell specially designed to "trap the enemy", which coincides with Rebecca's mission at the moment.

With full preparation, Rebecca took a deep breath, clasped the magic crystal gun in both hands, and carefully moved her footsteps toward the garden under the dark night.

Joan is also alert, staring at Rebecca's back, reaching into the storage bag with his left hand, taking out a bundle of rope and a small piece of ham skin, and holding them in both hands.

Sweat infiltrated the solidified fat on the surface of the ham skin, and the left palm was cold and slippery.

The crescent moon in the night sky again hid behind the dark clouds, as if the wind had also calmed down, and only the rustle of Rebecca stepping on the gravel pavement echoed in the courtyard.

Just as she was about to step into the garden, under the walls on both sides of the gate, two black shadows suddenly appeared, rushing towards her silently and violently.

Despite Rebecca's precautions, he was still scared to stagger back.

The girl's eyes widened in horror, staring blankly at the two bull-thirsty vicious dogs that swooped across from her, and the country proverb that the gardener Lao Boer often said flashed in her mind.

"The barking dog does not bite, the biting dog does not bark!"

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