He Holds a Rose from the Abyss - Chapter 10
Chi Lang almost thought he would dream of returning to the modern age, but when he woke up, he still saw the fireplace in the bedroom. Then he saw Sheffield standing by his bed. There was a faint scent of roses in the air.
Chi Lang blinked, as if recalling what happened before: “Ah, are you okay?”
Sheffield froze for a moment. He smiled extremely slowly and slightly: “I’m fine.” He didn’t expect Chi Lang to ask this in the first sentence when he woke up.
Chi Lang’s expression suddenly changed, his whole face wrinkled, and he weakly called out, “Sheffield…”
“What’s the matter?” Sheffield took a few steps closer.
“You, you, help me…” Chi Lang turned around and pointed to the back of his head, “Hair, hair, did your hair get burned that day!”
…
Sheffield was silent for a while, then replied bluntly: “No.”
Chi Lang also felt that his actions were a bit exaggerated, and explained: “Forgive me… people in our hometown are more concerned about hair.”
…
“What time is it now?” Chi Lang finally remembered to be concerned about his own situation.
“If you leave the final assessment, three days have passed.”
Chi Lang: “It’s over… Mrs. White will kill me… She doesn’t know how much she will charge me…” After he lamented, he asked again, “Although I failed that day, did you pass the test?”
“When Joyce reported the results, he said we all passed.”
Chi Lang was very surprised: “Joyce… He actually knows…”
“Micah,” Sheffield interrupted him, and in Sheffield’s usual style, she wouldn’t interrupt someone like this.
“Aren’t you going to ask about your injury?”
Chi Lang paused for a moment: “I think I’m okay, and I don’t feel any discomfort now, it’s similar to how I usually feel.”
Sheffield’s tone was not very good: “Really? If it weren’t for healing magic, you should have died under Joyce’s magic.”
Chi Lang felt that the word “death” was a bit harsh, and he didn’t know what to say for a while.
However, Sheffield seemed to realize that what he said was inappropriate, he looked out of the window and showed his usual smile again.
“Sorry, my words are too heavy. And it was my fault that day. It was my distraction that caused the protection magic to go wrong.” He said, “Since you are all right, then I will go out first.”
“Sheffield,” Chi Lang stopped him, “I think I need to explain. When that flame fell that day, I thought it would hurt you, so I pushed you away… But I didn’t expect it I’ll hurt myself…”
He was a little rambling, but Sheffield kept watching him, patiently listening to him finish.
“I’m not holding on to the idea that even if I hurt myself, I have to save you. I got hurt because I was not careful… So you don’t have to have any psychological burden.”
Chi Lang felt that he should explain clearly that since he had never thought of sacrificing himself to save others, he should not let Sheffield misunderstand like this.
“I understand,” Sheffield said with a slight smile. “You rest well.”
Since the conversation with Sheffield that day, Chi Lang has not seen him for several days.
Chi Lang sometimes feels a little lonely, but more often he falls into the thirst for money. Mrs. White expressed sympathy for his experience, but still deducted his reward in money, and Chi Lang was still thinking about the fifty silver coins owed to Joyce.
On a sunny, breezy and warm afternoon, Chi Lang was in a good mood if he hadn’t met Joyce.
“I’ll return the money to you when this holiday is over.” When Chi Lang met Joyce, he wanted to take a detour, but Joyce kept following.
There is a two-month vacation after the final assessment. Chi Lang intends to find some part-time jobs during this vacation.
Joyce rejected his proposal: “No need. You don’t have to give it back to me.”
Chi Lang stared at Joyce suspiciously.
Joyce turned his face away: “I’m sorry…then, thank you.”
Chi Lang took a few steps back, but Joyce barely understood when he said “I’m sorry”, but couldn’t understand when he said “Thank you”. Chi Lang felt that his brain circuits were different from Joyce’s.
Joyce looked at Chi Lang: “Is your injury okay?”
“well enough.”
Joyce asked the questions accumulated in his heart: “You didn’t have any protective magic on your body that day… Later, when I used the healing technique, I also felt that you had no magic power…”
Chi Lang sighed in his heart, without showing any emotion on his face: “I got hurt some time ago… Then, then, then…”
Joyce waited expectantly for his “then.”
“Then I won’t be magic.”
…
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Joyce’s face changed and changed, and finally suppressed his anger. Although he felt that Chi Lang’s statement was very unreliable, he guessed that Chi Lang should have some inconvenient reason to say.
“So you don’t have any defense against magic right now?”
“…more or less…”
“Would you like to go to church with me?”
ha? What the **** is this development? Chi Lang took a few steps back.
Joyce: “I have a knight friend who is serving in the church. I can ask him if you can learn some swordsmanship with you.” He paused for a while, “I just hope that when I use magic in the future, I don’t have to worry about it. killed you.”
Chi Lang’s eyes lit up, and the hope of possessing supernatural power rekindled in his heart, and nodded quickly: “When are you going? Now?”
So they went to the church in Zevernar that day.
The church was built in the center of the city, surrounded by silver oak trees, and the white bricks of the church were exposed among the lush foliage.
Chi Lang was actually a little excited along the way. After he saw the charm of magic, he also felt some regrets that he didn’t know how to do magic. Now that he has come to a world of swords and magic, he still yearns to master some supernatural powers, at least some combat power.
The power of the magician comes from the mastery of the energy in nature, and the power of the knight comes from faith. The knights are essentially under the administration of the church and are empowered by their belief in the God of Light.
Joyce called out his knight friend.
Mr. Knight was wearing silver-white light armor, first looked Chi Lang up and down, and frowned: “You don’t seem to have any talent for swordsmanship.”
Straight to the point, every word is heartbreaking.
However, Mr. Knight still did not give up on him immediately.
He took Chi Lang to the place where the new swordsmen were said to practice, and made a gesture with Chi Lang.
Chi Lang couldn’t keep up with his rhythm at all.
Mr. Knight frowned again, still not giving up on him.
Mr. Knight took Chi Lang to the church again, and took Chi Lang to pray all afternoon.
Chi Lang fell asleep in this theological atmosphere.
In the end, Mr. Knight came to the conclusion that Chi Lang was incapable of doing anything in swordsmanship, and his talent in magic was mediocre.
Chi Lang bowed his head when he came out of the church. He was exhausted physically and mentally, and just wanted to go back to the bedroom to lie down.
Joyce saw that his face was not very good, and he guessed the result, but Joyce would not comfort anyone, he could only say things like “You can go back and try magic again”, “Go on the research path of theoretical magic” etc.
“You don’t understand,” Chi Lang’s tone was very vicissitudes, “it feels like, you were looking forward to playing a game of fighting monsters, upgrading and changing maps, but now the game has become a waste of firewood and making money to pay off debts. .”
“The psychological gap.” Chi Lang sighed.
Joyce didn’t understand what he meant, and said sullenly, “Where are you going next?”
It was getting dark, Chi Lang yawned, “Let’s go to the pub, see if Mrs. White is busy today?”
Joyce: “Don’t put your head down, let’s go to a bar.”
Chi Lang: “Are you a treat? I’ll accompany you to drink if you treat.” He was too poor and in a bad mood, so he didn’t want to invite Joyce to drink.
Joyce complied with the request for a treat.
Chi Lang picked out the best bottles of wine and placed them in a row on the table. Today, once again accepting the fact that he was useless, Chi Lang felt a little depressed in his heart. And in the tavern, this bit of depression was multiplied again.
He was thinking of getting drunk. Today, he vented his depression, and tomorrow will be another beautiful day.
And Joyce, who usually has a bad temper, has a good attitude at this time, and is still qualified as a drinking buddy.
—If Joyce hadn’t seen his girlfriend, it would have been a perfect night.
Joyce’s movements stopped suddenly, and he looked straight in the direction of the door of the pub.
When Chi Lang looked in that direction, he saw two people. He saw Sheffield first, who was still wearing his magic robe. Then Chi Lang saw the girl next to him.
The girl, who had braided her hair, walked in just as she was smiling and talking to Sheffield.
Just the two of them.
The girl also noticed Joyce when she came in, and she tilted her head and smiled at Joyce.
It was a very beautiful girl with a beautiful smile.
It’s just that Joyce’s face stinks more and more.
Chi Lang looked at Joyce and then at the girl: “Do you know him?”
“Ex-girlfriend.”
Chi Lang stopped taking the wine for a while, he felt a little embarrassed about the scene: “Otherwise, let’s change places?”
“No,” Joyce refused quickly, “it’s here.”
The story of Joyce and his girlfriend left a deep impression on Chi Lang. Chi Lang didn’t dare to say anything at this moment and filled Joyce’s wine silently.
While noting Joyce’s state, Chi Lang couldn’t help thinking about the grievances between Joyce, his girlfriend and Sheffield.
Could it be that Joyce and Sheffield’s unfriendly exchange of eyes during the final assessment was because their rivals met? Chi Lang didn’t feel right again, because Joyce said before that his girlfriend was not tied to an illusion?
The love story is too complicated, and Chi Lang decides not to think about it anymore.
Joyce drank as fast as ever, Chi Lang’s glass was empty, and he was going to go inside to get some more wine. When he got up, someone next to him took his wine glass and filled him with wine. Chi Lang glanced to the left,
– It’s Sheffield.
Sheffield handed him the glass of wine and smiled lightly: “Didn’t you say you wanted to invite me over for a drink before, since we met today, why don’t you do it today.”
Brother, can you see what’s going on here? Chi Lang: “…Not so good… Joyce, what do you think?”
Chi Lang desperately gave Joyce a hint with his eyes, but Joyce ignored him, just stared at the girl, and put down the glass-“Okay, I don’t mind.”
Chi Lang: …
So they started a four-person drinking tour.
They chose a table for four, Sheffield and Chi Lang sat face to face, Joyce and her girlfriend sat face to face. The girl’s name is Dinah.
Chi Lang thought it would be embarrassing.
…
It was really embarrassing at first, Joyce stared at the table, Dinah kept drinking, Sheffield looked at Chi Lang, but they didn’t speak!
Chi Lang thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a topic-he asked a question for the final exam.
No more embarrassment. After the three rushed to answer Chi Lang’s question, they began to discuss magic.
Chi Lang: …
They discussed from “formula research on magic principles” to “history of magic”, and then to “teacher’s latest research topic”, Chi Lang was in a state of confusion the whole time, and pretended to listen very seriously.
Why do they want to discuss and study in a place like a tavern? Chi Lang thought and drank silently. Doesn’t this make him drink under the cloud of learning?