MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 17 The day the devil was born

Chi Lang found the recent newspaper of the Magic Research Association, and asked Lucas to read the words on it for him.

But Ruth had no interest in anything other than research, and only waved his hand: "Knowledge has a soul, feel it with your heart."

? ? ? Chi Lang stared at these newspapers for a long time, but could not hear any spiritual inspiration. He could only rely on his excellent ability to read pictures to recognize some mechanical creations.

The information provided by Ruth is that to enter the Magic Research Society, something novel must be provided.

Chi Lang has been thinking about this for the past few days. In addition, the "mechanical time" every day is used to practice the flintlock gun.

He hasn't finished his part-time job of sorting files, and he has to take the time to get this done.

After this holiday, there will be new students reporting, and he has to reclassify the current student files.

Chi Lang saw Sheffield's name in it. The student's file was a thin piece of paper, so he saw Sheffield's information at a glance.

The information is very detailed, including Sheffield's family, his grades when he entered school, and the grades of a final examination. It seems that there is no problem. The only thing Chi Lang felt a little strange was that Sheffield had only been enrolled for one year, and he was in the fifth year of the academy that he entered directly.

Chi Lang's eyes suddenly glanced at the birthday column.

He looked at that column with some ulterior motives, but after reading it, he was very glad that he read it.

Sheffield's birthday, in four days.

Four days later, Chi Lang vaguely remembered what happened four days later, but he just couldn't remember it.

His soul was suddenly divided into three, one was still thinking about the Magic Research Society, the other had started thinking about Sheffield's birthday, and the other was still holding some doubts.

The archives room is in the most remote building in the academy, and few people come here on weekdays. When Chi Lang walked out of the archives room, he didn't expect to meet Joyce.

Joyce looked very, how to say, very pretentious.

He was wearing a pair of leather boots, the uppers were clean, and his magic robe was obviously freshly ironed without any wrinkles, and even his usual red hair, which was thrown up casually, seemed very soft at this time.

"...What are you doing here?" Chi Lang walked over and said "tsk tsk" twice at his outfit.

"Wait someone, I'm not here to find you anyway." Joyce turned back to his usual squat look as soon as he opened his mouth.

Chi Lang followed his gaze and, unsurprisingly, saw Dina walking in the corridor on the second floor.

Chi Lang patted Joyce on the shoulder: "I didn't tell you, don't you feel like a... stalker?"

"I just came to deliver a ticket. I only came here when I found out that she was here, not with me." Joyce said with his chin raised.

"Whatever you say, then I'll go first." Chi Lang didn't want to stay here to read their stories.

"Wait, wait," Joyce said hesitantly. "I'm fine wearing it like this? Is there no dirt on my face?"

"No, you are the most handsome in the academy today." Chi Lang paused, "Can't you tell her directly? You like her so much..."

Joyce's toes touched the ground unconsciously, and he lowered his head: "I don't like her anymore, I just feel a little unwilling."

Okay, if you want to be stubborn, be stubborn, Chi Lang patted Joyce on the shoulder again: "Come on."

Joyce held a ticket in his hand, and Chi Lang stared at it for a while: "Are you this ticket for the Opera House? What day?"

"Four days later."

Chi Lang finally remembered that it was four days later when Les invited him to the opera together.

"What kind of show is that? Why did you all go that day?" Chi Lang was very puzzled.

"I'm not too sure. It's the Acura Magician or something. It's just that the opera troupe that came to perform that day is more famous."

While they were talking, Dinah came down from the second floor, still braided, with a faint smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Dinah saw them.

Joyce tilted his head, didn't even look at Dinah, just handed out the ticket: "I was given two tickets by someone else, you are the only one around me who likes to watch operas, I'll give it to you after thinking about it. "

Dinah took the ticket and smiled with a face: "When?"

"Four days later."

Chi Lang has been paying attention to Dinah's expression. It is difficult for him to describe Dinah's expression at the moment. It's as if the joyful mood was suddenly interrupted, and the smile began to disappear slowly before it reached the bottom of his eyes.

"I happened to be free that day, so let's go," Dinah read the ticket several times, "It's actually about Hubert, the **** of magic, so let's go check it out."

The way Dinah mentioned the name 'Hubert' was... the same as Sheffield, with an indescribable eccentricity.

"This opera troupe is very good at picking days. It's very good. They will perform this in four days..." Dinah nodded twice.

"Four days later... what day will it be?" Chi Lang asked her.

"Maybe not many people know it. I also found it when I was looking through the miscellaneous books before," Dinah said softly. "It's the day the devil was born."

Chi Lang was slightly stunned.

Joyce was clearly not interested in the topic, he just asked Dinah, "Where will we meet that day?"

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the opera house before the performance. I've been waiting there for you all the time. You can just come to me." Dinah lowered her head.

Chi Lang silently stood back a few steps, not wanting to listen to these two being tired and crooked.

Joyce just said a few words dryly: "Well then."

Then there is no text.

There is no more text.

The two of them were silent for a while, before Dinah looked up and said, "See you in four days." Then she turned and left, her long braids tucked behind her, the wind blowing the tips of her hair slightly.

Chi Lang didn't know what to say, he patted Joyce on the shoulder for the third time: "Just do it yourself."

Joyce glanced at him: "What's your expression like?"

Chi Lang: "I don't know what to say, so I can only show this expression."

Joyce ruffled his hair immediately and relaxed his posture: "Every time we talk to the end, it's like this."

"It's no wonder people, at least you have to say something, such as 'I'll wait for you' or something," Chi Lang said helplessly, "You reply like that, what do you expect Dinah to say to you? Sweet words? understand?"

Chi Lang imitated Les's tone: "Young man, the road is still long."

Joyce: "Speak as if you know it well."

Chi Lang: "At least it's better than you, thank you. And whoever I want, I'll definitely say it directly."

Joyce: "That's because I said it was useless. I also went to learn wind element magic at the time, and it was useless."

"Does this have anything to do with your studying style element magic?" Chi Lang was curious.

"Voice transmission." Joyce said naturally.

Chi Lang now knows more about the theoretical knowledge of magic, and he looked at Joyce: "I remember, the sound transmission of wind element magic doesn't seem to be the designated target..."

Joyce was silent, and he said slowly: "So probably the entire elemental department and illusion department heard it at that time."

Chi Lang didn't know whether to sympathize with Joyce or Dinah: "What about later..."

"I told Dinah later that it was just me being drunk at night, which didn't really mean that..." Joyce replied.

Chi Lang: …

That way, Dinah would be angrier.

Joyce took a black stone out of his arms, as if giving up on himself, and told his story: "I told the stone later..."

Chi Lang thinks this should be a magnet, and he thinks Joyce's idea is very good: "Can it record sound? You can record your own words..." Listen carefully to how stupid you are.

"But it didn't work, so that's it." Joyce said with a sullen face.

Chi Lang: "Young man, although I don't quite understand it, your speaking skills are not quite right."

"You're here to teach?" Joyce squinted at him.

"Don't blame me if you teach me wrong, let's make an analogy, I'll say it anyway," Chi Lang looked left and right, "I really can't take you as someone I like, so just tell this stone."

Chi Lang took the stone from Joyce and thought of Sheffield: "I will dream of you in my dreams recently."

Joyce thought Chi Lang would say something very touching and quoted from the classics.

Chi Lang wanted to say a lot, but he remembered a lot of pictures.

When he saw Sheffield for the first time, he was leaning against the window, the smile reflected in the sunlight; Sheffield's inadvertent eye-lifting in the library, and the night of fireflies flying, although it was only an illusion.

There were even some scenes that Chi Lang thought he didn't remember, all appeared in front of him.

But when the words came to his lips, he felt that if he really faced Sheffield, he would probably only be able to say one sentence.

"I like you very much, can we be together?"

Chi Lang returned the stone to Joyce.

Joyce: "You're no better off than me."

Chi Lang: "At least I expressed my true thoughts. I guess you must be beating around the bush, and in the end you said to her with a rebellious face, 'Hey, do you want to be with me?'"

Joyce didn't refute, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said to Chi Lang: "Micah, did you just use magic to cut off?"

Magic cut off? Chi Lang shook his head: "I can't do magic now."

Joyce held up the stone: "Didn't I just say... It's not a magnet, it's a magic stone, don't you know?"

"So? Is there anything wrong with the Philosopher's Stone?" Chi Lang wondered if he wouldn't break the stone.

"You really don't know? It used to be used by us for cheating... that is, after a person finishes the test, he will give us the answer outside."

Chi Lang still didn't quite understand, he felt that Joyce's ability to express was worrying.

But Joyce, whose ability to express was worrying, still explained it clearly: "Each of us will bring a magic stone engraved with the same magic circle, through which we can hear what the person outside said."

Okay, you don't need to say it, I get it. Chi Lang had such a thought in his mind.

"I seem to have activated the magic circle just now, because I have been blocking it with magic power, so they can't hear what I say, but when this stone is in your hand..."

Chi Lang lowered his head and raised **** towards Joyce: "Two questions. First, this Philosopher's Stone won't have one hand, right? Second, is the voice clear, that is to say you listen to the magic stone? Voice, can you tell the identity of the speaker?"

"There used to be a lot...I don't know how many people use it now, but the voice is still quite clear..."

"You won't take the stone with you all the time, and you probably won't happen to hear what I said." Chi Lang still had a little hope in his heart.

"I won't take it with me anytime. But this thing can be recorded. You can use magic at any time and listen to what others have said before."

Understood.

Blast in place thanks.