Rebirth Handbook

"Sylvia-sama." Daphne combed her long hair to Silvia, and asked without words: "That...that dark magister, really is your lover?"

Silvia sat in front of the mirror to make a potion. She wanted to temporarily turn her long red hair into silver. Hearing Daphne’s question, she said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Daphne's expression was a bit tangled: "But, Lord Silvia is so kind and gentle, that dark magister looks gloomy and silent, as if he has a bad temper. Lord Silvia will be very hard to be with him, right? ? And I am worried that you were with him because you wanted to kill the archbishop, not from your heart."

Silvia couldn't help but smile, Lanza bullied her? She dripped the hair dye in her hand onto her hair, combed it slowly, and said as she combed, "Daphne, you think too much. Although Lanza doesn't seem to talk very well, she is actually a very good-tempered person. He is very good at making all kinds of beauty care medicines."

Daphne: "Huh?"

After a while, Daphne knelt on the carpet, facing a large pile of potions of various colors in front of her, her eyes gleaming, she applied a bottle of potions on her hand, revealing an intoxicated look, "God, this wonderful How did the smell come about! And this and this, why the effect I developed is not so good!"

Silvia sat opposite her and introduced her a potion made by Lansa. "Daphne, look at this potion. After applying it on your face, it won't turn black even if it is exposed to the hot sun for a day. Moisturizing, white and tender, there will be no greasy sweat."

Daphne took the bottle of potion, her eyes gleaming, "Really! This really works so well? I now know how hard Sylvia-sama usually works. On the day of prayer, I stood on a high platform and dried it all day. His face is sunburned, and the medicine I made myself is not so good. And I have been praying for believers, and my voice is hoarse!"

Silvia picked up another bottle of light green potion, "In this case, you will use this potion. You can drink it with black tea. If you drink it for a long time, your voice will get better and better, and your voice will become more beautiful. It tastes good too. Lansa has developed the best flavor after trying it many times. He will probably try to make other flavors next time."

Daphne held her face and looked at the pile of gifts Sylvia brought to herself, and quickly changed her position, "Master Sylvia, this Mr. Lansa, is really a good thing worth entrusting for a lifetime. Man! If he can maintain this state forever, Lord Silvia will be able to get along with him happily! Then I can rest assured~"

In some ways, Daphne still has a certain understanding of her teacher.

Silvia smiled without saying a word, and took a look at her long hair. After drying for a while, her red hair had turned into silver hair. The next step is the eyes, which must be adjusted to the way they were before. After regaining her former pupil color and hair color, Silvia looked at herself in front of the mirror, as if she was back when she was a saint in an instant.

"Okay, let's go out."

Lansa waited outside. Isido tried to chat with him to get some news, but soon Isido found that his superb talking skills were useless and couldn't get a word out at all, because Lansa only hummed occasionally, what else Not to mention, if Isiduo asked a few deeply, he would be cold behind Lan Sa's deep gaze, and finally gave up his plan with a smile.

"Bishop Isido, maybe you can go and prepare." Silvia's voice sounded at the door.

Isido turned his head to look over, haha ​​laughed, "Sylvia, you are really the same as before."

Lan Sa also turned his head, and then the original deep gaze became silly for a while and became bright.

Silvia has now changed into her former saint's dress, a pure white long dress embroidered with golden patterns, and a gold and silver straw woven bracelet in her hand. She walked over to Lansa and sat down. Just about to talk to Lansa, she saw him move to the other side, two meters away from her.

Silvia:...

"Lanza, what are you doing?" Silvia asked with a smile.

Lansa:...

"I want to sit here." Lanzar said.

Silvia knew what he was thinking in the blink of an eye. It was nothing more than seeing her most familiar face and feeling the initial shock again, but after sleeping for so long, she realized that the person next to her pillow was really real. Is it too silly to have such a big reaction if someone has a crush for a long time?

Since seeing her now has such a big reaction, why don't we wait for this thing to do something interesting after going back? Silvia, who looked holy, decided in her heart.

She also needed Lansa to maintain this aura to frighten the collaborator, and she smiled without revealing his bottom and destroying his image. Isido looked at the two of them, but didn't notice anything, so he went back and prepared. Daphne couldn't stay as soon as Isidoo left, she also had her own things to do.

Before their business is about to begin, they have a short time to rest. When Silvia and Lansa were left in the room, Silvia got up and sat next to Lansa. This time, Lansa did not move away.

Silvia untied his cloak and touched his face, "You like me like this. When I go back to the black tower, how about I continue to look like this?"

When Lansa heard this, he was silent for a while and suddenly asked carefully: "Will you go back to the black tower?"

He followed Silvia here, but she didn’t know exactly what Silvia wanted to do. She just told him that she wanted to get back something, but Lansa was not so stupid. He also found out that Xi Alvia's real purpose may not be to get back something.

No matter what Silvia's real purpose was, Lansa didn't care, he just faintly felt that Silvia might not stay by his side, stay in his black tower. This feeling appeared when Silvia personally said that he was going to be a lover, but he never said it.

Lansa was actually not prepared to ask this question that might make Silvia embarrassed. He thought, no matter what Silvia wants, he helped her achieve her goal. After Silvia wants to leave, he will not. Block, so it doesn’t matter if you ask. But at this time, I heard Silvia again talking about going back to the black tower, and Lansa suddenly asked this question for which he had already guessed the answer.

Silvia didn't hesitate, smiled and answered his question: "Of course I will go back."

Lansa nodded and took the initiative to hold her hand. Maybe Silvia just comforted herself, but it didn't matter, this comfort was enough.

The moon is invisible this night, it is covered by thick clouds. The archbishop walked alone through the promenade and came to a vacant palace. It used to be the bedroom of Saint Miranda. The archbishop is very familiar with everything here. The carved flowers on the pillars, the small garden and white sculptures in the center of the palace, and even the beige stone bricks on the ground all carry him for a hundred years. Memories.

He walked down the high stone steps to the next level. Bright magic arrays on both sides replaced candles. Although there is no one here, it is the safest place in the entire Holy See, because there are countless protective arrays set up by the archbishop. If an ordinary magician wants to break in, he will turn into a corpse within three steps of entering the door.

However, after the archbishop descended to the bottom, the palace once again welcomed two guests. Silvia led Lansa into the door, and the golden ripples rippled for a moment, struck at the two of them, but dispersed when they came into contact with the soft white light in Silvia's hands.

The two of them usually stepped into the palace and walked towards the place where the archbishop walked. The walls were painted with strange patterns. Every distance there was a blue gem gleaming, as if only one eye was staring. People who come in.

When they came down the stairs to an empty hall, Silvia stopped, and her gaze stayed for a while on the magic circle in the middle of the hall.

"That's where I was killed before. My blood has soaked this magic circle." Silvia said casually, and then set her eyes on a huge pillar on the side of the hall. Daphne said that the door leading to the secret room was there.

"I can only walk here without attracting the attention of the archbishop, and further down I can't be sure what will happen." She just came here last time using her life as a price.

Lansa stared at the magic circle, her eyes a little scary. Then he looked away, and walked to the pillar before Silvia. He closed his eyes, took off his gloves, and pressed his hand to the pillar. After a while, he took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. The pillar flashed and opened a door like a mirror.

The two entered this door without hesitation.

Behind the door is another palace, exactly the same as this palace. They seem to have returned to the door, but when they walked forward, they did not see the gems inlaid on both sides of the wall. The ground was covered with ash, and the flowers and grass in the courtyard had already withered Die. All this tells them that behind the door in the mirror is the real palace.

The archbishop discovered their speed earlier than Silvia had imagined.

The rickety old man wears the archbishop, who symbolizes the highest authority, to serve, with a stone of light hanging on his chest and a rod of light in his hand. He looked at Silvia who suddenly appeared, and Lanza, who was wrapped in a black robe covering her face, slowly saying: "Sylvia, my child, you are really surprising."

Although she was found out, Silvia didn't feel flustered. She also gave a courtesy and greeted the archbishop politely, "I haven't seen it for a while, the archbishop is still healthy."

"My child, how did you resurrect?" The archbishop stared at Silvia, and although his tone was kind, the momentum belonging to the Holy Magister unceremoniously pressed the past. Lan Sa silently stopped in front of Silvia, blocking the archbishop's deterrence.

"Dark Magister? Sylvia, where did you bring back such a black mouse." Although only one level lower than him, the archbishop did not put Lansa in his eyes, and his tone was full of irony. .

Silvia didn't intend to delay time with him. She had found the door in such a short time, so she did not respond to the archbishop's provocation, and walked in one direction with her foot up. There was an ordinary door there. Door.

It was this door. When he saw Silvia approaching, the archbishop's eyes suddenly opened, and when he raised his hand, a trial of light hit Silvia. Silvia ignored the attack at all, but rushed to the door, trying to unlock the magic circle above.

And this trial of light was stopped by Lanza again, and he was surrounded by dark auras, mingled into a large black, firmly blocked between Silvia and the archbishop.

The rod of light in the hands of the archbishop sank to the ground, and his whole body was blowing towards Lansa like a gust of wind. After all, he has been alive for hundreds of years, and Lansa is not his opponent. Under the heavy blow of the archbishop, he was forced to retreat, a blood line overflowing from his mouth.

The majestic power raised his black cloak high. The archbishop didn't care much about him at first, but when he saw his black hair and purple eyes, he suddenly changed his color and suddenly showed an angry face. He originally wanted to catch up with him. Ervia's action turned into attacking Lanza again.

He shouted loudly in his mouth: "Descendants of the devil, you humble slaves deserve to die!"

Silvia didn't even look back. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, she broke the magic circle on the door and pushed open the door forcefully.

At that moment, countless light element spar and the white flower bud floating in the crystal ball that she wanted to find appeared before her eyes.