MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 27 Magic Research Society

Chi Lang felt that the efficiency of doing things was too low recently.

He was still thinking about entering the Magic Research Society, and after observing, he decided to make a low-end version of the bicycle.

—The wooden, rudimentary, and unbalanced retro bike, with no chains and non-rubber tires, that needs to be pedaled.

In Chi Lang's estimation, it wouldn't take much time to do this, and he also found a place to do it in Luth's basement.

So one night, he told Sheffield about his plan with anticipation: "...that is, there are two wheels, and you can move forward if you push on the ground..."

Sheffield looked at him: "Can I see it?"

Chi Lang was sitting on the bed and replied, "Okay, but can we convince Les to let you in the basement?"

Sheffield lifted his chin, leaned down and kissed him, laughing, "I can tell him we want to be together."

"That's not good."

When he arrived at the lab the next day, Luth was still buried in a pile of documents.

Sheffield leaned in and whispered something to Luth.

Ruth raised his head almost in a jerk, looked at Sheffield, and then at Chi Lang, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"...The basement, you can go as soon as you want..." Ruth said with extreme difficulty.

When Chi Lang walked down the stairs, he couldn't help but ask: "You wouldn't really tell him that we went to the basement together because we were in love... I think Luth's worldview may have been impacted."

"Yes, he was shocked, but still expressed understanding."

Chi Lang was also shocked. He thought about Lu Si's pedantic appearance, and felt that it was a bit embarrassing for him.

"This reason is good, we are justified." Chi Lang shook Sheffield's arm.

Sheffield took his hand, kissed him on the palm, raised his eyebrows and said, "You lied, I told him that because of the Necromancer, I have to come and watch you—watch you all the time. ."

"Thank you," Chi Lang rubbed Sheffield's face, "if it wasn't for you, I would have died easily. But I will work hard in the future, and one day I can protect you."

"You've protected me." In the opera house that night.

"Ah, although I don't quite understand your magic level, but with your usual way of doing things, it was so obvious that night that even if your identity was discovered, you would definitely be able to get out."

Chi Lang thought for a while: "Actually, I was selfish. Looking back on it now, I felt that if you were exposed like that, you would definitely admit your identity without hesitation... Then leave very casually, and then you may never see each other again. it's your turn…"

Sheffield's eyes changed, and he said, "Chi Lang..."

"Stop talking about this... If you have any reason to leave in the future, can you take me with you?"

"Whether I go to the abyss or somewhere else, I will try my best to become stronger and not hold you back."

This section of the basement is obviously dark, but Sheffield seems to feel like he is in the sun for a moment.

He used to speak very proudly and disdainfully about his dislike of the sun, but in the end he still clings to the edge of the cliff like a bedbug, hoping for the sun to blow through.

Chi Lang took two steps down and found that Sheffield hadn't followed. He ran back again: "No, I just said, don't really go."

Chi Lang began to shake Sheffield's hand again: "don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go, just stay, I'll be nice to you, like me, okay?"

Sheffield held Chi Lang's wrist, pressed his wrist against the wall, and kissed Chi Lang's mouth.

It's a very aggressive kiss.

Chi Lang could feel Sheffield's cool tongue licking little by little in his mouth.

He seemed to be floating in the clouds, only the touch on his lips was real.

When Sheffield finally ended the kiss, Chi Lang was still breathing softly.

The atmosphere between them was silent and ambiguous.

Sheffield's eyes were extremely oppressive, and he reached out and slowly unbuttoned a button on Chi Lang's magic robe.

Chi Lang held Sheffield's hand: "I haven't done business yet..."

The gloom in Sheffield's eyes faded a little, and he first smiled: "Sorry." Then he buttoned Chi Lang's buttons, adjusted the placket for him, and then pointed to his wrist and asked Chi Lang, "Is there any? Does it hurt? Does it hurt when you hit the wall?"

"It doesn't feel anything, it doesn't hurt..." Chi Lang tentatively took two steps forward, "Come on, don't you want to see me make that thing?"

Chi Lang had brought the tools and materials over the night before, and also moved two chairs from the laboratory.

He put everything in order: "You just sit here and read, and I'll make this thing early."

"Okay." Sheffield agreed readily.

Chi Lang probably drew a few drawings before, and he started to work according to the drawings. At first, he also glanced at Sheffield from time to time, and their eyes met briefly.

At first, they just looked at each other and got along fairly well. But when he stopped by chance, he wanted to take a break and watch Sheffield fascinated.

Sheffield simply put down the book, came over, leaned him on the chair, and exchanged a kiss with him.

Chi Lang was a little embarrassed: "Did I disturb you?"

Sheffield gave him another kiss on the forehead. "It's okay."

Next, as soon as Chi Lang looked up, Sheffield would kiss him.

Chi Lang was confused by the kiss, but Sheffield was still whispering in his ear: "How do you prefer to kiss? Is it always pecking or kissing... Although I think you seem to like it very much."

There was a smile in Sheffield's tone.

"Stop, stop," Chi Lang finally got rid of the state of confusion for a while, he shook Sheffield's shoulder sadly, "We can't do this anymore, look at the time, a morning is almost over, I What did you do?"

The corners of Sheffield's mouth rose slightly and moved closer.

Chi Lang stopped Sheffield's actions: "You have to read books, study hard, and improve your efficiency. You can't waste time like this, understand?"

Sheffield straightened up, tapped his fingers on the back of the chair twice, and smiled softly: "Okay."

Chi Lang was still a little surprised why he gave up so easily, and said tentatively, "Don't kiss like this for a few days. Let's stipulate that you can only kiss two...three times a day."

He held out three fingers.

Sheffield took out the book: "Okay... what if you still want to kiss after those three times?"

Chi Lang: "Whoever kisses first is the dog."

Sheffield laughed, even showing his teeth, obviously delighted, but agreed quickly: "Okay."

Chi Lang: "Then we can't kiss today."

Sheffield ignored him.

Fine.

Chi Lang started making this bike.

Only every now and then he still looked up at Sheffield.

Sheffield sat in his chair, flipping through his book, his expression focused and cold.

Chi Lang looked at Sheffield's fingers turning the book, then saw his neat cuffs, and then moved his eyes up, and saw Sheffield's profile again.

Sheffield smiled at him and continued to read very seriously.

Chi Lang felt a little uncomfortable.

With Chi Lang's method of forcibly improving his concentration, and with the help of "mechanical time", he quickly completed this low-profile bike and handed it over to Les.

Ruth said with a look of disdain: "You are useless, who can't use levitation..."

Then Chi Lang saw Les in the academy the next day, riding this bicycle, pedaling happily.

…

Ruth's expression was still very disdainful: "I'll try to see if your thing is dangerous, so as not to hand over a dangerous object."

About three days later, Chi Lang received an invitation letter from the Magic Research Association.

This invitation letter is very simple. It reads "Welcome Your Excellency to the Magic Research Society" on a piece of white paper, and there are no other decorations.

But on the back, there are two rows of the crest of the magic family, the first one is a sunflower, but the background is bloody.

When Chi Lang received the invitation, he went to the Magic Research Association.

The Magic Research Association is not far from the academy, occupying two buildings, and it looks like two ordinary residential buildings.

Chi Lang knocked on the door twice, but no one answered, but he could hear the faint noise inside.

He pushed the door.

The first thing you see when you enter the door are two high stacks of paper. In front of each stack is a person standing with his head down and writing something on the paper.

There were a lot of people around, joking: "There are so many pieces of scratch paper, who can give up first, it has already been calculated from Hines magic to modern magic."

"It's better that Your Excellency Hal is more powerful."

Chi Lang took a detour and avoided the crowd, trying to find where he should report.

Just as he took a step in, a potbellied magician patted him on the shoulder: "Don't walk around, it's not good to step on the magic circle."

Chi Lang lowered his head and carefully observed the ground. Magic circles were chaotically arranged on the floor. Some were only half-painted, and some were too blurry to see.

"Sometimes when I think of the magic circle, I can't find a place to draw it, so I just draw it on the ground. I always feel uncomfortable when I want to reduce the scale when drawing on paper."

All right. Chi Lang nodded and tiptoed to avoid these magic circles.

He walked carefully, and suddenly two cats ran past his feet, followed by two seven or eight-year-old children, shouting and running after him.

"Ah, the call was wrong again."

"You two, you messed up my magic circle again. I thought about it for a long time!"

Chi Lang looked back and walked forward again tremblingly.

He finally found a temporary place to stay, recognized the house number, and knocked on a door.

"Please come in."

Chi Lang opened the door again, but saw a starry sky.

The ceiling and walls are dark blue, covered with stars, and a magician with a long beard sits in the starry sky.

"Hello, I'm new here."

The long beard turned his head, took out the magnifying glass, and looked at Chi Lang through the magnifying glass: "Oh! You are the one named Chi Lang."

"Yes, can I come in?" Chi Lang was afraid that he would accidentally step on something.

Longbeard chanted a long series of incantations, the starry sky slowly disappeared, and the room took on its original appearance.

Only then did Chi Lang realize that the long beard was sitting on the ground with a roast duck beside him.

Longbeard took a bite of the roast duck and said vaguely, "You should be from the Mechanical Department. I'll take you there."

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve carelessly, hiccupped, and led Chi Lang out.

As soon as he went out, two bats flew across the sky and slammed into his face, and the long beard began to shout: "Ah, you two, you have summoned something strange again."

The two children stood on the stairs before and said angrily, "We came according to the spell, but you are stealing something to eat behind our backs."

Longbeard snorted twice, and walked out with his waist on his back: "It's a free area outside, so it's a little noisy. Don't be deceived by appearances. In fact, our magic research club is not so chaotic."

Chi Lang smiled and echoed his words.

He said and opened a door: "The Mechanical Department should be here."

As soon as the door opened, there were two young men and women holding hands, and they were about to kiss.

Longbeard: "What are you doing! When is this, how can you do such a thing! Fines and fines, and I have no money for this month!"

Longbeard closed the door angrily, and said angrily, "This is an example, an example."

He opened another door, and a scent came from inside, a sweet smell like toasted bread.

The long beard was even more angry: "You actually use fire magic without authorization, in such a sacred place, you can bake bread and eat it. Moreover, you didn't send me some, and you will be fined and fined! There is no bonus."

Chi Lang looked at the long beard and closed the door again.

Longbeard squeezed a smile at him and pushed open another door, this time it was finally the door of the mechanical department.

The mechanical department still continued the messy style outside. The floor was full of scattered parts, a lot of firearms were placed on the shelves against the wall, and strange clocks were hung on the wall.

And go a little further in, and there are two artillery pieces on the ground.

The long beard just leaned against the door and didn't go inside, but Chi Lang took a step inside.

A bullet came towards him, and Chi Lang seemed to be in a state of "mechanical time" again. He could see how the bullet came, but he couldn't move.

As if locked.

The bullet flew past his face and hit the free movement area outside.

A loud noise came from behind, followed by thick black smoke.

The long beard was a little helpless: "Berg, please be gentle with your new partner."

The boy who once had a relationship in the church was holding a gun in his hand, and the muzzle was still facing this side.

He raised his chin: "Sorry, my hand slipped, but... how did you escape?"