87_87643 Flame.

Nothingness, pitch-black flames flickered between the small rooms, casting a lot of light and shadow over the walls and furniture, but at the same time making themselves the bleakest point in the room.

"How ...... Beautiful. ”

A faint sigh sounded, and a slender hand reached out. The white wrists contrasted sharply with the bright red mage robes, as if they were poking out of a cloud of blood mist—lightly covering the flames.

The black flames licked their palms, and soon there was a slight sizzle of burning flesh, but there was not a trace of pain on Dagulas's face.

"Fire is life. Dagulas looked at the black flame leaking from between her fingers with some obsession, and the seemingly thin mist flame expanded and contracted, which actually made the Mithril ring on her hand begin to soften: "The life of the creation zào multiverse...... Don't you think so?"

No one answered. Dagulas didn't seem to expect anyone to answer her words, and continued to say to herself: "It is said that in the early days of the formation of the multiverse, there was no time when even omniscient and all-powerful gods were born...... The infinite world is just an infinitesimal point, a 'primordial fireball' with extremely high temperature and great density. ”

"Imagine that. She paused for a moment, immersed in the majestic fantasy she had created: "A point that opens the world! Endless fire swells and erupts, and everything we hear and see now is nothing more than the dregs of the residual energy that cooled after the explosion of this fireball......

There was a slight look of contempt on Dagulas's face: "What can compare to this kind ......of power? What's more, God is good. Demons, who wouldn't use fire to show their might?"

"Don't, it's lyrical here. ”

The eyes of the flame reappeared behind Dagulas, and at first glance they really looked like forty-seven: "Yours, willfulness has been ordered, and there is a big flaw in the plan. ”

"Oh, oh, oh. Come on, Alay. Dagulas gripped the flames—the black flames shrank into her fingers like a stream sucked into the nose of an elephant. The darkness of nature has returned to the dark space that has been occupied for a long time by the black brothers with different skins and fillings: "What's the problem......?

"What about the half-human sheep landing?" "Ally's voice was less affectionate than his writing in the air with flames since he spoke with the help of the strange device around his neck, "Illogical, foolish! Moriel, a very good prophet mage, once he startles a snake,"

Dagulas turned to face Alai and smiled, "You're the one in charge of the barbecue of those four-legged cutie camps." Mr. Alli. Since they are companions, they should support each other's decisions and trust each other's abilities. Why am I always a stupid woman with big breasts in your eyes? According to Isabella, you were ...... when you were with Moriel."

Alai's face suddenly became clear—flames outlining his countenance, bursts of energy cascading toward Dagulas, finally making a boiling, silent roar before her eyes.

"Alright, alright......" Dagulas stepped back, but she could see that she was not really afraid of the imminent fire: "Let the past pass, and don't mention it again." We're still working together. How about recovering the account that woman owes us, with interest?"

Alaidi's two faces glared at Dagulas for a moment before merging into one.

"You're sure. Can it succeed?" His gaze swept over Dagulas's right hand, which had just been roasted on the black fire, and that hand was coated with cardamom, white and moist, and could be used as an endorsement for any moisturizer product: "These plane dwellers are unreliable. I don't trust that businessman even more. ”

"That's why we want them to see our power, to let them know that we and the people behind us are the ones they can't mess with...... That's the only way. They will abide by the rules and do things according to the rules. Why trust them? No one is reliable in this world," Dagulas was still laughing, but there was a moment of coldness in his words: "No one. ”

Everywhere, the faint opening and closing of the ground vapor makes the side hall of the "luxury suite" look cloudy, and the air is still damp, but there is no shimmering pool, no light marble deck, no light gauze curtains, no strange shapes of hot water gushing stone sculptures, this side hall is finally a little more normal.

"Sister Moriel, do you really have to let Uncle Tin run around?" There are two wooden rattan deck chairs side by side in the room, and lying on them in a warm and humid environment has a crispy and itchy feeling, just like on the grass.

"Uncle Ironskin?" Moriel smiled, don't look at it for a few years, Kairo has grown up a lot, but I don't know if it's because of the parasitic influence of Miss Mist or if the girl is born like this, although Kailuo's appearance has transformed from a green flower bone into a budding flower, and has begun to reflect the charm of an adult woman, but her mind still seems to stay in those relatively carefree days in Rain City.

"I'm sure he won't like it. Maybe he'd prefer you to call him...... Well, what's the surprise?" The female mage didn't adapt to the chaise longue as well as Kairo, she moved up and leaned halfway, picked up a fruit on the coffee table next to her, looked at it and put it down: "What can I do if I don't let him run around? When did you see people listening to me?"

"Sister Moriel, you used to be." What you hated the most in the past was that the people around you didn't listen to the command and messed around and caused you trouble...... You know what? I followed you at that time, but I was afraid that I would accidentally do something that would make you unhappy and get scolded by you!"

The girl stuck out her tongue, half-jokingly.

"You speak of me as an old virgin in a nunnery. Morriel shook her bare feet gently, as she had taken off her boots because she was so uncomfortable with the humidity in the room: "It's a pity that even the most vicious old virgin is a little powerless to deal with the all-metal bandits." Well, don't talk about that. This time, he has been running from the astral plane to the outer regions. You haven't had a good rest...... Sleep here for a while, and wait for news from that plane merchant - I think he'll hear from him soon. ”

Although the environment was not very suitable for a good night's sleep, Kyro quickly fell asleep sweetly. She was lying on a rattan chair that was automatically lowered according to the user's posture, her face was ruddy, her hands folded on her abdomen, her breasts that had "begun to take shape" rose and fell gently and rhythmically, and her breathing became soft and deep. Seeing the girl sleeping soundly, she was as quiet and well-behaved as ever. He doesn't even change his posture, it's more like a meditative mage than sleeping.

Morrill looked at Kylo. Shouldn't she enjoy life like an ordinary girl? There is a small shop, a little fantasizing...... Realistically, though, there's nothing to enjoy in such a life - but as it is now, whether it's an astral adventure or a trip to the Outlands, it's a little too intense and exciting, right?

But Kylo is no longer an ordinary girl after all.

What is the reason why Kyro is still disconnected from the misty lady who has fallen deep into the Ravage God Domain? The power of ice, which is beyond Kairo's talent and has a tendency to become stronger and stronger, is not affected by the attack of the maze that even she has caught the way, and can call out the name of the ancient existence of the dream - not to mention that Moriel is also an archmage who has seen the mysteries of the magic of the nine rings, even a scholar who knows a little about the gods can detect Kairo's unusual appearance when he explores the island of the gods. These fragmentary threads can easily be linked together to a conclusion that will lead to something Morrill in the end, and the only thing that is certain is that it will be very troublesome.

That's it. The female mage suddenly felt that the hazy water vapor in the room was a little cold. It seems to have become layers upon layers, so thick that ink and blood can't dissolve the mist. Morriel's gaze fell to the large book with dragon skin as the cover on his knees—the spell book left by Archmage Singh, the Supreme Council of Argus, contained no less than five variations of the Force Field Shield spell alone. But in the study of the intricate relationship between gods and mortals, it is actually no more helpful than reporting the wild history of a god who took the form of a bull, a swan, or even a golden rain to have a tryst with many beautiful maidens in the mortal world.

A chilling feeling. Morrill looked up in horror, and Kyro was still sleeping soundly. But when the talented female mage looked down and pondered, a person appeared in her mind who saw Kairo open his eyes. Sen Ran stared at his bizarre scene, like a dream.

Thoughts that bordered on madness suddenly crept into her thoughts: Walking with the gods?

If it's Morriel in Rain City, no. Even a few days ago, Morrill would have been angry and remorseful at such a ridiculously stupid and selfish idea, but now, the typical red-robed mage's logic was just a breeze of flipping through books for no reason.

Act according to your heart. Whatever the means of action, whatever common sense or habit is based on that means, or even the ideas that produce them, are not important things compared to the mind.

Just as Forty-Seven always has a tavern saying: Lao Tzu is willing! The experience of living in the Argus Empire helped her almost reach the apex of the Red Robe Mage Society, but if she was able to retreat, it could not but be said that she was influenced by the iron face. Otherwise, when it is a qiē endgame, who can say that dreams will not really become eternally lonely and cold?

Morrill looked silently at the blonde hair that hung down from Kairo's forehead. What does it matter? Her gaze warmed. Carey trusted her, she trusted Forty-Seven, and Forty-Seven trusted everyone, because those who had failed him were dead—weren't the words "trust" that kept people together, and all kinds of good relationships, such as affection and friendship, in the final analysis? Morriel had discarded those two words as if they were gone, but now she had picked them up again. At least...... Morriel said to himself: At least Isabella and I are absolutely different!

"What are you thinking, Sister Moriel?" this time Kairo really woke up from sleep, or unconscious meditation, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't feel dry and healing after ordinary people just woke up, the corners of her mouth curled, and a pair of not-so-obvious wine vortices appeared on her cheeks.

"Oh, I'm thinking......" Morrill was about to phrase when he suddenly listened. Then he pursed his lips and smiled: "I was wondering, what kind of trouble did that solid head cause us?"

"Miss Mage, your retinue is about to take me to the ground

The ministry has become a bun in a steamer!" Seeing Morrill and Kyro come out, the boss Douglas left Jacob, who seemed to want to say something to him, and hurriedly complained to the female mage.

"Please stop him, this rude behavior will be regarded as a provocation by the other guests! If you alarm the city guards, everyone will not look good!" Douglas put on a bathrobe, and the few fangs that showed his lips as he spoke became more obvious with the movement of his mouth, and he didn't know that he wanted to smile. Or is it threatening.

Listening to him, Morrill really felt that the air seemed a little hot: "Calm down, Mr. Douglas. Threats can only exacerbate contradictions, but cannot solve problems. Jacob, what did he do? Smoke in a smoke-free area?...... Jacob?"

"Doug—Oh, Miss Morrill. Jacob looked a little distraught, and stood to the side rubbing his hands together, his fingers twisted together like tentacles like tentacles. He kept making all kinds of complicated and meaningless gestures, and waited for Morriel to call his name for the second time before he hurriedly spoke: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just ...... Anyway, you better go and see, who else but you can talk in front of that Iron Warrior?"

"That's right, Miss Mage, it's better for you to stop him," Douglas hurriedly interjected, "I have almost discussed with Mr. Jacob about a way to help you get to the Seal City. If something goes wrong, I'm going to have a hard time helping you!"

"Oh, so fast?" Morrill glanced at Jacob seemingly casually, "Thank you so much." Let's go and see what's going on. ”

The large central bath, surrounded by tents and openwork screens, is not normal. The unusual heat coming from under the stone tiles can be clearly felt even through the soles of the boots. The steaming steam on the face really feels like being in a big cage, not to mention the boiling water in the hot spring waterway that leads out of the bath. Where is this still a bath, it is clearly a large pot of freshly baked molten iron.

The lounge was full of people and non-people, all of whom seemed to have been driven out by the heat. Most of them were naked or wearing only a bath towel or something, and about half of them were armed with weapons. But all of them were shoeed. As soon as they saw Douglas and the others coming, everyone began to shout and complain in a mess - there was no shortage of foul language and ruthless words, but after all, it was to be said. There is no one who dares to go to the source of the heat wave to find the culprit and settle accounts.

"Looks like you need some more cold water, Mr. Douglas. Morriel looked calmly into the public bath as if the naked men around her were not there, but she was blocked by steam, obstacles, and crowds, and for a moment she really couldn't find the slightest trace of Forty-Seven.

"You're not the first Barkee to make trouble in Ribcage City, and you're not the first to be sent to the square to have your head cut off - maybe I can show mercy if you kneel down and plead, bitch?"

A rude voice came. Morriel turned his head in disgust to see a man who seemed to have a whole square of black mandrake planted on his chest, staring at him viciously. The man was dressed in a neat manner, for he wore trousers in addition to his shoes, and a wide belt around his waist, which was swarthy and made of neither leather nor iron, but Morriel could see at a glance the great power contained in them—an extraordinary product. Morriel pulled Kairo to take a step back, the chest-haired man approached reluctantly, and some of the guys around him followed with a fierce look, forming a faint circle around them, obviously just coming over to watch the fun.

"That tin guy inside is your companion, and you'd better explain what he's trying to do by boiling the whole bath, or I'll send you to the prostitute camp as the first vice-captain of Lord Prex's Third Guard—"

"Shut up. The female mage didn't make a loud voice, but the man with the chest hair who spat at him was like an angry dwarf on the head, and staggered backwards, if it wasn't for the people behind him, he would definitely feel how hot the ground was now with his back.

"To live longer, you may need an Intelligence Headband in addition to the Belt of Might. Dizzy from the effects of the surgery, Moriel's attention was drawn to the sudden appearance of a figure from the bathroom steam.

"Holy shit, hell shit! I'm going to get hot! Why is that golden-eyed bitch all right?" muttered the half-naked Teflin woman with reptilian eyes, and her eyes swept to see Carrot probing her brain next to her: "Hey, little girl, new here, go get a bottle of fruit wine again! By the way, and get a basin, no, a bucket of ice - do you imagine it, that tin bastard boiled in a pot of boiling water, and drink wine with ice!"

Cairo didn't go to get the wine, and neither did the Tavling woman. Twisting her waist like a snake, she lifted the curtain and pointed into the corner of the bath, then turned back to Morriel and smiled, "Oh, what a passionate man. ”

Morriel ignored her words, and walked calmly towards the Iron Samurai who was drinking in the mist of steam, under the service of the Asmo woman. Kairo followed behind with a playful interest, condensing the hot water vapor into a crystal shattered ice armor, making the female mage's eyes even colder. "Aha, I didn't know you could drink. ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the three moods of the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Twenty-second round Moriel.