Rebirth Handbook

What happened to make that corner seem to be another world? After 30 seconds of staying in Lansa's mind, this question disappeared.

He didn't care much and thought, no matter what happened, as long as people didn't run. More important than this is that the research on his formation was not smooth, which made him feel very distressed, and involuntarily fell into the research of various compound formations.

So when Silvia woke up, the first thing she saw was Lanza who was busy writing and painting.

I saw him busy in the morning, he was still busy at noon, and he was still busy at night.

"What a boring life." Silvia exclaimed. The crow on the flower lamp that stopped next to her echoed: "Yes, yes, what a boring life."

Silvia spent the day getting acquainted with the crow, and she inquired about the news in her mouth. She still knows too little about this dark magic instructor. Whether it is dealing with enemies, looking for collaborators, or even making friends, she needs to understand what kind of person the other person is.

The crow didn't live up to her expectations, and she knew a lot. She chatted with her for a while, used magic to catch a mouse for him, and became completely affectionate to her, telling her everything she asked.

Silvia drank the magic potion for a day to satisfy her hunger, feeling that her mouth was faint and tasteless, so she asked the crow: "How did Lansa solve the food problem before the potion was developed?"

The crow replied honestly: "So at that time he was very distressed. It was too far away from a city with people. No matter it was merchants selling livestock or other merchants, they would not come here. The ordinary people were very resistant to it. If you dare to approach, the owner will go to the city to buy food. Buying a lot at a time will be perishable, and he doesn't know how to cook food, so he often messes up the tower."

Silvia could imagine the terrible scene.

The crow shook his head and sighed, with a high-pitched voice, "He just planted vegetables outside the black tower and raised a few sheep, but he will forget all those vegetables and sheep when he studies magic and eats and sleeps. When he died, the sheep ran away. He felt that the food was too troublesome, so he simply spent some time developing a replacement magic potion."

Silvia is in awe of Lanza's spirit of studying magic. With such a talent and being so hard, it doesn't seem strange to be a magister. But appreciating Lan Sagui appreciating, Silvia still couldn't bear not taking a bath.

There was heavy rain outside again, but there was no thunder. Silvia leaned on the cushion and listened to the noisy crows revealing the life of the mysterious dark magister. She was always laughing with joy, and she only found it particularly interesting. She didn't know that anyone else could take care of her life so badly, which made her wonder how Lanza lived until now.

"Master, he doesn't always take a shower."

"Oh? Really? When does he take a bath? The bathtub is growing grass." Silvia put her hand on the armrest of the soft chair, and asked with a smile on her head.

The crow cleared his throat, "The grass has grown in the past three months. Since I came here a few years ago, the owner will go out every month, and every time he goes out, he will wash himself clean. Jing, wearing a black robe, drove the carriage to a long distance, and it took ten days to go back and forth. It lasted for a long time, until three months ago he suddenly stopped going out, did nothing else, did not sleep, I'm studying the formation there, and I don't say a word every day. I'm almost bored~"

Silvia was a little surprised, because she learned from the crow how much Lansa was a magician who didn't like to go out. Any well-known magician has a somewhat weird temper, and it is probably a common problem not to go out, but it is rare to see Lanza's level.

Sylvia concluded from the various descriptions of the crow that Lansa is not so much that he does not like to go out, but that he is afraid of communicating with people. The crow also said that he will be nervous when he gets in a crowded place. Will live in such a remote place with no one.

The saint who can face her face even under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of believers does not understand this crowd phobia. And no matter how you look at it, it should be that others are afraid of Lanza, how can Lanza become afraid of ordinary people who can't hurt him at all?

And Lanza, who doesn't like to go out to meet people, ignores his appearance so much, what is it that makes him go out every other month for years and take care of himself before going out?

"Mr. Crow, do you know where Lansa goes every month?" Silvia asked with interest.

"Quack, I don’t know, oh yes~ I seem to have heard him say something about Salo City~"

Salo? Silvia was quite surprised by this answer. The headquarters of the Holy See is in Salo City, where the minions of the Holy See are all over the place. However, any dark magician who has not ganged up with the Holy See in private dare not go to Salo, because the world is very close Easy to be caught. How did Lanza guarantee that he would not be recognized? What does he do when he goes to Salo every month?

It's impossible to listen to the holy voice of light. Silvia thought this speculation was particularly ridiculous, and she smiled for a while.

The so-called Guangming Shengyin is of course made by the Guangming Holy See. At the beginning of each month, she, the Holy Lady of Light, will be pulled out on the square in front of the Holy See to pray for the believers who come to the pilgrimage. This is one of her jobs as a saint of light, the purpose is to gather people's hearts for the Holy See, so that more people can believe in the light.

Lanza would definitely not go to this kind of pilgrimage meeting, so what would he do? Ask the crow again, it can't answer why. Silvia only treated it as a mistake.

"Then Mr. Crow, do you know why Lansa hasn't been out for these three months?"

The crow still shook his head, "I don't know, he suddenly stopped going out."

Silvia touched the crow's head. She always felt that there was something in her head, but she always had nowhere to start when she was about to grasp the idea. She clicked on the handrail and turned to think about her current situation. Feeling that this can't go on, maybe she should talk to Ranza.

She had almost understood Lansa's character-a good person who was very rare among magicians. As long as he doesn't provoke him, he's very talkative and doesn't care much about things other than studying magic. Such a simple person belongs to, um, the best solution among the people Silvia has ever met.

Because of the identity of the saint and the face, Silvia has encountered many difficult guys since she was a child, such as valuable, powerful, and weird tempered. She can successfully live in that environment to the present, and be able to face off with the archbishop who has lived for hundreds of years for several years, becoming the freest and longest living among the saints of the past, which is enough to see her ability.

So Silvia is very confident, she has always been confident.

Silvia thought so. She wanted to figure out what Lansa wanted, and then put her bargaining chip to see if the two had a chance to cooperate.

So she waited patiently until Lansa's work was over before she said: "Mr. Lansa, I don't know if it can take up your time. I have something to say to you."

Lansa's eyes were empty, and he was still thinking about the magic circle that had just been changed. After hearing Silvia's voice, he looked at the clean and tidy corner and recalled what happened to this woman and that corner for three seconds. , From the corners of a large magic circle in his mind, he found relevant memories.

Then he said: "What's the matter?"

As long as the other party is willing to talk to you, the goal is half done. Silvia firmly believes this. She brings her sincerest smile to Lanza's desk and asks: "Excuse me, you will bring me back. What is it for? Do you want to use me as experimental material, or for other purposes?"

Lanza said: "I want to resurrect a person, your body is suitable."

Lansa spoke straightforwardly, and Silvia didn't have any emotional reaction when she listened. She just realized that this person really wanted to resurrect someone, so the formations studied were all related to resurrection. This body is an item needed for resurrection.

The body is already hers, and no one can take it away. Of course there is no question about this, but of course she would not tell Lanza like this. First reach a cooperation, and when the resurrection formation is researched out, she can at least recover some magical powers, and it will not be easy to escape by then, she just needs to delay the time now.

"So that's the case." Silvia said with a smile, "I don't think your research on the resurrection magic circle seems to go well?"

Lansa's eyes were empty, "Yeah."

Silvia smiled as if shining brightly, even the terrible face seemed to shine. Lanza, suffering from communication disorder, didn't know why he felt that the people in front of him had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and immediately relaxed.

Silvia, who successfully relieved the other party's nervousness and anxiety, continued to speak softly: "I think maybe I can help you. I also have some research on the formation."

Lansa shook his head, "You are not a magician."

Silvia said: "The body I have now is indeed not a magician, but I was a magician before, or a magician of light — I don’t know if Mr. Lansa knows Silvia of the Holy See of Light ?"

Lansa's loose eyes suddenly lit up, and his expression became serious. Silvia understood his reaction very well. After all, she had sent a light knight to ‘encircle and suppress’ before. I don’t know that she was strange.

Telling Lansa her true identity was the result of Silvia's careful consideration. She was not afraid that Lansa would be disadvantageous to her. Now that she knew that this body was still useful to him, she didn't worry about it anymore. She was confident that she After showing his identity, there are enough reasons and chips to persuade Lanza to cooperate with him.

"I'm the Silvia."

Lan Sa's brain resurrection array exploded. Standing blankly behind the desk, he opened his mouth and said nonchalantly, "How do you prove it."

Silvia didn't care about his unprecedented cold tone, and continued to say softly: "I don't know why I came into this child's body after I died. Now there is no magic in my body, but I will have it all. Light spells and formations, only the archbishop and the saint know about the twelve forbidden spells of the light, I can tell you, maybe in this way, you can believe me."

Lansa shook his head, "You say, ‘Light bless you, all filth and pain will stay away from you.’"

This sentence was often said by her as a saint. Silvia didn't know why Lansa made such a strange request, but when the other party mentioned it, she naturally wouldn't refuse, so she repeated it as she said.

Lansa stood there and watched the woman in front of him utter this sentence in a familiar tone. Although the appearance was different, the tone of the action and tone all revealed a lingering sense of familiarity.

"Perhaps you should look at my light magic. Although there is no magic power for the time being, I found the magic wand and used it in your home at will. I hope you don't mind." Silvia waved the magic wand into the air. At once, the pure white light spot rolled up the magic lamp composed of dozens of stars, and instantly turned the already dim magic lamp more dazzling.

"This body was not magical before. If you don't believe it, you can ask, I think you will get an answer soon." Silvia put her wand on the table and smiled slightly, "If You believe me, I want to discuss with you about one thing..."

"Wait a minute." Lanza suddenly reached out and stopped Silvia from continuing. He walked out without looking back, opened the door and went straight out.

Silvia: Huh? what happened? It's raining outside, why is he going out in such a hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet.

Lansa's composure only lasted until he walked out of the black tower and closed the door. He stood in the rain, gasped heavily, turned around a few times, and walked around holding his hair like an ant on a hot pot.

The heavy rain instantly drenched him all over, but he seemed to be unaware, and walked to the black tower wall vainly, and sat down in a daze with his knees hugged.

After staying for a few minutes, he began to laugh, a particularly dreamy smile. While laughing, he couldn't help but hammer his chest with his fists. The hammer himself coughed and quickly covered his mouth, and beat the wall instead.

Silvia, who was waiting quietly in the black tower, looked over her head, why did she suddenly fall into dust?

Lan Sa finished hammering the wall outside, jumped up and started running circles around the tower, full of happiness that exploded anytime and anywhere.