MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 5 a fire in winter

It was dusk when Chi Lang woke up, and he thought about going out to find something to eat. But as soon as he opened the door, he ran into Sheffield.

Sheffield was carrying a bag in his hand, the bag swelled strangely, and the bag was incompatible with Sheffield's painting style.

Sheffield put his hand on the magic circle on the door, and then the lines of the magic circle disappeared little by little.

Sheffield destroyed the magic circle.

Then he leaned slightly and put a lock on the door a few times.

He was hidden in the shadows, the knuckles of his fingers were distinct, and the movement of the locks was smooth.

Chi Lang was a little dazed, and he asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "You destroyed the magic circle like this, wouldn't there be any problem?"

Chi Lang had made up for the school rules of the Saints Magic Academy before, and it was stipulated in the school rules that the magic circle set up by the academy could not be destroyed in any form, so Chi Lang only had this question.

Sheffield didn't care: "There will be no punishment for such a trivial matter. In contrast, I still hope that Mika can sleep well."

Chi Lang thanked him sincerely and wanted to help install the lock together, but Sheffield stopped him: "Just watch it."

It's not good for Chi Lang to leave the dormitory directly or go back to the bed to lie down. He can only find something to say: "I remember that the drawing of the public magic circle in the academy is relatively strict. Generally speaking, it is difficult for students to destroy it..."

Magic circles such as these dormitory doors were drawn by powerful magicians from the academy. If they could be destroyed casually, the safety of the students would not be guaranteed, but Chi Lang watched Sheffield easily destroy them. this magic circle.

"Because I... took the 'Advanced Magic Array' course this semester, so I know more about Magic Array." Sheffield paused for a while, and then showed his usual smile, "It's also because I, a long time ago, I was once defeated by a magic circle, and I still remember it fresh, so I decided to give the magic circle to the masters."

Sheffield laughs very well, and he never attaches negative emotions to the action of laughing, for example, he never sneers or sneers. There was no haze in his smile.

But the tone of his speech was sometimes too cold, alienating him from others.

During the time they were together, Chi Lang would occasionally listen to him talk about his past. Whenever Sheffield mentioned how he was in the past, his tone of speech would give people a sense of indifference, as if he was separated from others. very far.

But Chi Lang thought it was normal, everyone had some unpleasant memories, so he didn't think much about it.

Of course, most of the time, Sheffield is still a good roommate who can be said to have a very gentle attitude.

"The snow has melted outside, you can wear less when you go out." Sheffield reminded him.

Chi Lang wondered: "Didn't you say that it will take a few days for it to melt?"

Sheffield: "Because there was an elemental magician who lost love, he used dozens of fire magics during the day to melt the snow."

Chi Lang was stunned: "Does his lovelorn have anything to do with melting the snow?"

Sheffield: "I heard that the person he likes likes snow, but he watches it with another person."

This familiar feeling.

Chi Lang tentatively asked: "Does he have red hair, and does he like that person from the illusion department?"

Sheffield was a little surprised: "Do you know that guy from the elemental department - Joyce?"

Chi Lang thought that wasn't that stupid * from last night.

"I don't know, I just asked casually." Chi Lang sighed, "But this person is too..." Chi Lang had difficulty finding an accurate adjective, "I still admire him for his ability to come up with a way to melt the snow. of."

Sheffield moved his eyes to the window. He looked at the scene where there was no trace of snow, and said with a smile: "It's quite stupid. You can only use magic to melt the snow... If the person you like falls in love with someone else , to deal with that other person directly, wouldn't it be more once and for all?"

Sheffield's words were very vague, and Chi Lang didn't quite understand the meaning of the word "processing" for a while, but he subconsciously understood it in a positive way. Sheffield should mean to defeat the rival.

After this incident, Chi Lang's impression of the red-haired monster was solidified - a middle-year-old boy who was ignorant of world affairs, lacking in his mind, and had a bad temper.

His reunion with the red-haired monster was downstairs in the dormitory.

It was very dark, and Chi Lang had just returned from the tavern.

Joyce swept away the depression in the tavern before, stood up straight, and put his right hand on his waist.

Chi Lang wanted to walk around him, but Joyce called him "Hello".

Joyce stopped the man simply because he felt a little familiar.

But Chi Lang ignored him, pretended not to hear him, and continued to walk forward, but just after he took a few steps forward, the ground under his feet burst into flames.

He suddenly remembered that Sheffield had said that this guy was elemental.

"I told you to turn around." Joyce said impatiently, and then took a few steps towards Chi Lang.

Chi Lang turned around helplessly, and Joyce saw his face clearly—"Ah, I remember you." Joyce's face suddenly became ugly, "You belonged to that pub that day..."

Chi Lang was expressionless: "Ah, I do work in a tavern, but the tavern has a lot of guests every day, so what day are you a guest? I don't remember you at all."

Joyce gritted his teeth: "You threw me on that dirty pub floor and let me sleep on the floor all night."

Chi Lang let out a "huh" in his heart. He remembered that the red-haired monster was leaning on the chair and fell asleep. Maybe he rolled on the ground while he was sleeping, but looking at the red-haired monster's expression, he was very interesting. He didn't express his guesses.

Chi Lang took a step back: "I really don't remember anything. If it's a problem with alcohol, you should go to Mrs. White."

Joyce looked suspicious: "You better not remember anything." Then he threatened: "If you tell me what I said that night, I will burn you like melting snow today."

He actually remembered a little about what he said after drinking. It was nothing more than nostalgic for that past relationship. After sobering up today, Joyce suddenly let it go, feeling that he was so stupid in the past.

Chi Lang remained expressionless: "I don't remember."

Joyce ended the topic for the time being and asked Chi Lang, "Are you a student in this dormitory?"

Chi Lang nodded, but heard Joyce say something horrifying - "Do you know Micah Rahman? Do you know where he lives?"

Chi Lang also thought about how familiar the name was, and instantly realized that it was the original owner's name. He simply denied it: "I don't know."

Joyce looked a little bad, and muttered a few words in his mouth: "What is this guy hiding?" The tone was very complaining.

Chi Lang was startled and asked weakly, "May I ask, what are you doing with him?"

Joyce suddenly blushed a little, and simply refused his question: "It's none of your business."

Chi Lang flashed a lot of strange thoughts in his heart. He felt that Joyce's expression at the moment was exactly the same as the expression of his sweetheart when he was drunk last night.

Chi Lang stopped his brain in time, and asked again: "Ah, I think I seem to have heard of this person... Wait until I think about it... Just tell me what you are looking for him."

Joyce glanced at him. "I won't tell you."

God, don't speak in such a arrogant tone, I'm so scared.

Chi Lang continued to insist: "Are you asking him for help? If you tell me, maybe I can help you find someone else..."

Finally, under Chi Lang's perseverance, Joyce became impatient.

"You're really annoying," Joyce's face was still a little red, hesitating and fumbling, just when Chi Lang felt that Joyce would say something earth-shattering and destroy his worldview.

Joyce: "I gave him fifty silver coins, and he promised to help me write three papers. The teacher is urging papers, but he hasn't given it to me yet."

Chi Lang: ? ? ?

"You blushed like this." Chi Lang said what was in his heart for the first time.

Joyce was also annoyed: "That's not a blush! I'm just a little embarrassed about someone else writing the paper."

Chi Lang didn't want to argue with him about this: "How long is the appointment? Just the time he gave you the paper."

"This weekend. If he doesn't give it to me," Joyce lowered his voice, with a deliberately fierce look, "I'll burn this dormitory building and find him."

Chi Lang stepped back again: "You don't even know what he looks like, how could you let him write a paper for you."

"His message at the announcement office said that he could write papers on his behalf... He seemed to be very short of money, and he made a lot of announcements during that time." Joyce was still a little annoyed, "I asked my classmates later, and they said that the average three I only need thirty silver coins for a paper, but Micah charged me fifty, if he doesn't write well..."

The threat was in his unspoken words.

Chi Lang lowered his head and answered him perfunctorily: "I'll try to help you find him... I may not be able to find him." Even if he finds it, this "Micah" will not write your thesis!

I can't even write my own thesis!

Chi Lang finally asked Joyce's thesis title, although Joyce thought this person was strange, but still answered. While answering, he continued to complain and threatened that Micah Rahman.

After Chi Lang returned to the dormitory, he was once again confused, whether he should give Joyce fifty silver coins, or whether he made up three papers with his wild imagination.