MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 14 Firefly Night

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"I was awake a lot by the night wind, and I can't sleep when I go back. Why don't you go and see the roses?" Sheffield suggested, "There are fireflies in the rose garden at the academy, have you seen it?"

Chi Lang shook his head.

"At 3:30 in the morning, maybe there are still some fireflies, would you like to go and see?"

Sheffield's voice was very soft, as if it would dissipate in the night wind if he didn't listen carefully. The smile on his face was so sincere that Chi Lang felt that it was a sin not to accept his invitation.

""OK. "Chi Lang agreed to him, he just slept for a while, and he is not very sleepy now.

The rose garden is located in the center of the teaching building, and it is so famous that students can feel the fragrance of nature when they travel through the hall of knowledge.

The night was deep, and there was only the constant chirping of insects and the occasional sound of the wind blowing through the leaves in the rose garden.

They walked in along the winding path, surrounded by the fragrance of roses.

"Did the opera you watched recently look good?" Chi Lang wanted to find a topic, but in this environment, he unconsciously lowered the volume.

"It's not bad. I heard that there will be a reenactment of an opera that I haven't performed for a long time in a few days. I'm looking forward to this now." Sheffield's voice was also very light.

"I'm quite envious of you," Chi Lang lowered his head, "I've been working as an assistant with Mr. Luth these days, and I'm so tired every day. Do you know how hard he works? I've hardly seen him. out of the lab door..."

"I know." Sheffield seemed to smile. "He is one of the most intellectually enthusiastic wizards I have ever met. From a certain point of view, he is quite admirable."

"However, I think these days are quite fulfilling," Chi Lang began to conclude, "Are you saying that people are strange. I used to... When I had a lot of time to study, I didn't study hard, but now I don't understand it, but I'm very I want to learn something new."

Sheffield is his first friend in this world, Chi Lang can almost tell him his feelings, and Sheffield is indeed a good listener, he will always keep eye contact with Chi Lang, and not Showing impatience.

They had reached the promenade in the rose garden, but they had not seen any fireflies.

"It seems that there are no fireflies today." Chi Lang looked at the roses around him. All roses were hidden in the darkness, and only a few were illuminated by the moonlight.

But he didn't feel sorry: "It's okay, you can come and see it another day."

Chi Lang suddenly heard the voice of someone speaking not far away, although he couldn't hear it clearly, then Sheffield suddenly took his hand and led him to the back of the corridor.

Chi Lang struggled a little, and Sheffield put his hand on his back: "Don't move."

Chi Lang didn't dare to move, his back suddenly stiffened.

The voices of the people were getting louder and louder, and a couple came across from the end of the path.

The girl complained in a low voice, "I told you, it's already 3:30, there will be no fireflies. Usually, they come to see them at 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening."

"There are too many people at seven or eight o'clock." The boy scratched his head, "There are no fireflies, but there are roses, and roses are also beautiful."

The girl was a little unhappy, but walking forward, the boy handed her a rose.

Her face flushed red: "Okay, forgive you."

Then they started kissing, under the moonlight, among the rose bushes, kissing.

Chi Lang withdrew his gaze, he was embarrassed about this scene.

Chi Lang wasn't sure whether Sheffield laughed softly.

Fortunately, the couple hadn't kissed for a long time. When Chi Lang looked back, they were holding hands and smiling at each other.

Sheffield suddenly chanted a spell softly, with a casual smile on his face, as if he had just used a random magic.

Like in a dream, a few fireflies flew out from the rose bushes. Their light was not dazzling compared to the moonlight, but this shimmering light attracted people's attention incomparably.

Slowly, fireflies flew out little by little, floating above the roses, and the entire rose garden was shimmering in the air.

It's like a star has fallen.

The couple was clearly delighted, and the boy said, "Look, there are still fireflies."

The girl seemed to mumble a few words, but also smiled happily.

They were surrounded by fireflies again, exchanged a kiss, and left holding hands.

Chi Lang was finally able to speak: "Is this what you did?"

"It's just a little illusion magic." Sheffield looked at the group of fireflies, "but it's beautiful, and they will be happier too."

"More importantly, if you are invited to see the fireflies, you can't let the beautiful scenery miss your appointment," Sheffield's eyes glowed. "Although it is fake, the joy of the scenery will not change."

Chi Lang looked at the group of fireflies and thought... Maybe one or two of them flew into his heart.

The road was not long, they soon came to an end, and Chi Lang felt a little lost in his heart.

Sheffield: "I can come again in the future. The rose blooming period in the college is very long." Before leaving, he broke a rose from the rose garden.

When Chi Lang and Sheffield walked to the dormitory area, they unexpectedly found that the dormitory area was a bit noisy.

The more he walked towards their building, the louder he spoke. When he got downstairs, Chi Lang first saw a large group of people surrounding the dormitory downstairs.

It should be about four o'clock now, how can there be so many people. Chi Lang walked into the crowd and wanted to take a look inside.

Sheffield grabbed him again: "Don't go there, first listen to what others have to say."

Chi Lang stopped, looked around again, and saw Joyce.

He pulled Sheffield over and asked Joyce, "What happened? So many people?"

Joyce's expression was complicated, and he frowned tightly: "Someone has an accident."

The word he used for "has happened," in this language, was a slightly euphemistic term for "death."

Joyce glanced at Sheffield, and then turned his eyes to the crowd: "You guys, that person suddenly had an accident at 3:30."

Chi Lang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the time "3:30": "What is sudden?"

"According to his roommate, the man screamed in his sleep and suddenly stopped breathing."

The crowd gave way, and several magicians moved the corpse out. Chi Lang glanced at the corpse, and the deceased looked calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

Joyce said in a low voice, "It's basically certain that it's necromantic magic, soul-related, but I just don't know why it was suddenly used on this person at this time and place."

"It's just..." Joyce couldn't find any words to describe, and said a little dejectedly, "I didn't put all of us in the eyes, and it was in the academy, in the dormitory protected by the defensive magic circle, to kill one person."

Although the corpse was removed, the crowd had not dispersed, and there seemed to be a dark cloud shrouded here.

People in twos and threes passed by Chi Lang and the others, accompanied by their discussions: "I heard that the murderous necromancer entered the dormitory door openly and without any cover up..."

His companion: "Really?"

"Really, just that person's roommate. When he woke up, he saw the necromancer, but the necromancer ignored him and left."

"…"

"Really?" Chi Lang whispered softly.

"It's probably true," Joyce looked at him and then at Sheffield. "By the way, why did you come back from outside so late?"

"I came back from the laboratory, and Sheffield came to find me." Chi Lang suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

When he left the lab, it happened to be 3:30, and when he and Sheffield met, it took five minutes at most. If it takes ten minutes from the dormitory to the lab, Sheffield should be from 3:20 to 3:20. out of the bedroom.

The two of them, to some extent, just happened to be staggered from the necromancer.

"When that person died, was it exactly half past three?" Chi Lang asked Joyce.

Joyce looked inexplicable: "I don't know either, I'm not sure, it's about that time."

Sheffield didn't speak during the entire process, and at this time seemed to smile a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I didn't say it before, when I was in the dormitory, I practiced prophecy magic as a habit, because I felt bad. things, that's why I came to find you."

This seems to make sense.

"But I didn't expect this to happen."

Chi Lang always felt that it was too coincidental. If he hadn't met Sheffield and had just returned to the dormitory, he might have just met the necromancer.

Sheffield also floated the idea of ​​going to see the rose, as if to keep him from meeting the necromancer.

Sheffield saw the corpse as well, and he just glanced and looked away. What made him more concerned was the sight of secretly peeping. The necromancer didn't know what kind of thoughts he had, but he was still in the dark and did not leave here.

Sheffield looked at the shadows in the crowd, illuminated by the moonlight, and felt a little dull in his heart.

The necromancer hid in the shadows.

Sheffield didn't want to care about this. He wasn't interested in this uninvited guest, and he didn't want to say "the necromancer is still hiding here", because it was very troublesome to explain that he could find the necromancer.

Sheffield was just a little concerned about the sight of the uninvited guest.

Chi Lang turned his head to the right and was still looking at the crowd when Sheffield suddenly put his hand on his face and gently turned his head back to the positive direction.

"Don't look, go back to sleep," Sheffield said, leaning over to him.

After Chi Lang said goodbye to Joyce, he pulled Sheffield away from Joyce and asked him in a low voice, "Sheffield, you actually knew that a necromancer was coming, so you came to me?"

Chi Lang trusted him so much, and Sheffield smiled: "That's right. The result of the magic of the Prophecy Department at that time was," his tone suddenly became cold, as if complaining - "Someone is spying on my roses."

It's just that the words behind him were very light, and they didn't stand out in the noisy background sound.