MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 40 Extra 6: The Story of Song Southwest

When Song Southwest crossed over, it was in the slum of the imperial capital Sangster. The sky is cramped, the rain keeps falling, and the whole world seems to be trapped in front of me.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces reflected in the gutter, he felt a little at a loss for the first time.

His new name was Raphael, which he quickly accepted and began living in the slums. This body of him is a bachelor, living here alone.

Life here is not easy, he can only exchange a lot of money for meager money, and he often experiences a series of uncontrollable factors such as three consecutive protection fees, being robbed, and maliciously driving up food prices.

Song Nannan often has a feeling that he is here to work as a coolie. Here, he has no past, no friends, no dreams, no future and no future.

Until that church service. Even so poor, most people in the slums stick to this week's habit.

But even in such a world, Song Southwest didn't believe in gods. He looked on with a cold eye at the merciful expressions on the faces of those priests, and the expressions of these civilians who seemed to have been redeemed in the muddle.

He knew that his primary goal was to get out of the slum. The security here was very poor, and robbery and murder could happen at any time, and neither the Magic Association nor the Church paid much attention to these things. In such a world, the life and death of commoners is not even comparable to a scroll of magic.

He first stepped into the church because of a dispute with a magic apprentice. The apprentice hired him to dissect some magical creatures, but when the work was done, he was not paid.

Later, the apprentice stumbled and used the summoning magic, and a monster with two ends chased the southwest of Song for two whole streets, and he had no choice but to run into the church.

Song Southwest was in a state of embarrassment, with many injuries on his body, and a large cut on his right knee. The fat priest who always smiled came up to him and asked him, "It looks like you have suffered a lot of injuries, do you need help?"

"Can you... give me a healing magic?" Song Nanxin cannot be injured. Once he is injured, he will lose almost all of his jobs, and his current money cannot last until the day he recovers naturally.

The fat priest's expression was slightly pitiful, but his eyes were very indifferent.

It's like hesitating to save an ant. Song Southwest thought.

"You don't believe in the God of Light, right? I don't feel belief in you." The fat priest said.

Song Southwest was stunned.

"If you don't have faith, it won't do me any good even if I help you." The fat priest said "tsk" and left again.

Song Southwest sat in the corner of the church, curled up into a ball. The sky began to rain again, and the outside seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog that could not be dissolved.

He thought about whether he would be cleaned up by the magic apprentice first if he went out, or would he be soaked in the heavy rain first and die a little bit as the wound worsened.

The messy thoughts were entangled in his mind, but he heard the voice of prayer in the church, he stared at the dome in the church, those messy thoughts suddenly disappeared.

His right hand was covering the wound, but his soul seemed to have left his body, staring at the still struggling self.

The next moment, a white light flashed on his right hand, and the wound on his knee slowly began to heal under this white light.

The church was still praying, and people were still praying for a better tomorrow. Song Nannan clenched his fist tightly in his right hand in this corner that no one cared about.

I seem to have found my own faith. This will be the foundation of my life, he thought.

Song Southwest later tested the power of his magic, and he could only use it for 1 minute at a time. But 1 minute is enough. With his shallow knowledge, he still can't predict how strong his ability will be.

But with this, he became a trainee pastor of the church.

By the time he entered the church as a trainee priest, the fat priest could not recognize him at all.

These new batch of apprentice priests, all bowed their heads, lined up in a line, and stepped forward one by one to listen to the arrangement of the fat priest.

The fat priest looked at Song Nannan and asked him with a smile, "Raphael, you must obey the commandments of the church and always keep your faith, and God will bless you."

"Okay, I will always believe in the gods." Song Nanxin replied.

I believe in myself, he thought.

Life in the church is much better than in the slums, at least he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. All you need to do every day is to pray some prayers, practice magic, and pay attention to the image of the priest's benevolent brows and kindness when you go out.

He behaved like a gentle and courteous priest, patient with all the commoners who came to pray.

In this numb, mechanical repetition of the day, Song Nannan began to feel lost. He can't find a way to go back, and he has no nostalgia for this world.

He practiced his magic in silence, and on an ordinary day, found the magic apprentice who once wanted to kill him.

The face of the magic apprentice turned pale, and he murmured, "...don't kill me, don't...at least not at this time."

"I don't want to kill you, I'm just here to get my reward back. By the way, the wounds on my body that day should also be returned to you."

The apprentice shivered and took the money from his pocket, but there was not enough money, so he said, "I'll go into the room to find it, you, you, wait for me here."

Song Southwest watched the apprentice turn pale, and fell while walking into the room.

This reaction was so strange that Song Nanxin was moved and followed behind him.

Then, Song Southwest saw a young man lying on the ground.

He fell in a pool of blood, eyes closed, not knowing whether to live or die. Song Southwest only saw the sunflower pattern on his robe.

After the magic apprentice noticed Song Southwest, he was very excited: "You can pretend that you didn't see anything, I'll give you more money, and if you take the money, don't say anything... Otherwise, even if I try my best... you don't want to be with me. Do your best..."

Song Nanxin didn't intend to take care of this matter at first, the sympathy in his heart had long since disappeared, and he was not sure that he could defeat this magic apprentice within 1 minute.

If there is not enough interest, he is already unwilling to help others.

The moment Song Southwest turned around, he suddenly remembered the pattern of the sunflower, which was the crest of the Howard family.

There was a faint idea in his mind. Before the idea took shape, he used the magic technique and fought with the magic apprentice.

The magic apprentice was indeed red-eyed, and used magic to attack him like a lifeless death.

Song Southwest felt that the magic apprentice was trapped with the magic a second before the power of the magic was lost. He raised his hand, but gave up the idea of ​​killing.

In this world where morality is lower than power and the law is like a fake, although he has become a little numb, he still sets some bottom lines for himself.

He knew that if he didn't kill this magic apprentice, he might have endless troubles, but if he crossed his own bottom line, maybe he would fall into a deeper abyss.

Song Southwest took the young man away from the magic apprentice. He first gave him a brief wound treatment, and then quietly waited for twelve o'clock at night before using the healing magic.

Song Southwest's first words to the teenager were: "I saved you, I need the Howard family to do me a favor."

The boy's expression was blank at first, and before he could thank Song Southwest, he was obviously stunned when he heard such a sentence.

Song Southwest: "You should be the more important person in that family, so, do me a favor, don't thank me, we'll be clear."

The stunned expression on the boy's face faded, and he raised his chin: "I'm Berg, what do you want the Howard family to do for you?"

Song Southwest simply said a few words.

Berg agreed quickly, with almost no hesitation, he stood up with support: "Is it just that? You can ask for more, Howard's reputation is still useful."

He took a few steps, his legs softened and he knelt down again. Berg felt his head was very heavy. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is your priest's healing technique so useless?"

Song Southwest tried to use the healing technique again. He was still very confident in his ability, but looking at Berg's weak appearance, he hesitantly asked, "Are you... because you are hungry? "

Berg's face turned pale, and he was still making a meaningless rebuttal: "No, I..."

"Let's go eat." Song Southwest took Berg to a small restaurant.

The teenager from the Howard family expressed strong dissatisfaction with these cheap meals: "Is this the standard of living of your priests... This is too unpalatable..."

Song Southwest ignored him.

"You... don't you ask why I'm there? Haven't you always been curious about the movements of the magician?" Berg looked into his eyes.

"But I'm not curious." Song Nanxi said.

The battle between the magician and the priest, in his eyes, is a good opportunity for him to be promoted quickly.

"That guy is studying necromancy...and wants to use my body to study..." Berg said anyway.

When they walked out of the restaurant, it started to rain again. Although Song Nannan could use magic to cut off the rain, the magic time could not last until he walked back to the church, so he planned to wait for the rain to stop before returning to the church.

Berg looked at the rain, then looked at Song Southwest, and turned his head: "Thank you."

The voice was so small that Song Nanxi almost felt it was an illusion.

"Although you also asked the Howard family to help you, thank you anyway."

Berg stopped looking at Song Southwest, and a blush appeared on his face. He had always been arrogant and domineering, and he always spoke with a sharp edge, and he was not used to saying such soft words.

"Let's go first." He ran into the rain without even using magic.

The heavy rain washed over the whole world, and seemed to wash away the stains of the day. Song Nannan looked at the boy who was running forward in the rain until he disappeared from sight.

Colin, the master of magic, slaughtered the silver dragon alone on a moonlit night. When the news came back, the entire imperial capital was trembling, and the reputation of magic was unprecedentedly high, like a pot of boiling water that was about to burst out of the lid at any time.

Song Southwest asked the Howard family to help him find a way to cross the plane, so Berg often came to him.

It's just that Berg was a little disdainful of the dragon slaughter: "He has earned enough fame, but the mess has to be cleaned up by others."

"Will the dragon come for revenge?" Song Southwest asked.

Berg's eyes have changed, his face has lost a lot of youthful vigor, and it looks very gloomy.

"Maybe, you can't let them go to the human realm, this is the most troublesome thing..." Berg sighed, and then showed that kind of flamboyant smile, "Anyway, you priests just need to hide in the imperial capital. Well, we'll fix it with magic."

"The Pope has given an order so that we can participate in the campaign and go to the border to stop the dragon's invasion." Song Nannan said.

"Don't go, don't you know who this Pope is? He will only use the lives of his subordinates to pile on his merits." Berg replied quickly.

"I signed up and will leave tomorrow," Song Nannan glanced at Berg. "This is a good opportunity. If I only have my qualifications in the church, I don't know when I will be promoted."

"If I can do a little better this time, maybe I'll be promoted all of a sudden." Song Nannan didn't hide his thoughts in front of Berg, he always showed his desire for power clearly.

Berg: "I really don't understand you, why do you care so much..." Halfway through his words, he started another topic, "Then I'll set off tomorrow too, I hope I won't blame you for taking your credit when I meet you on the battlefield. "

Berg's eyes were amazingly bright in this dark night, and he said, "Look, I will use magic to defeat all those dragons, and bet on the glory of the Howard family."

The Howard family is a magical family, but when the family was established, some people in the family participated in the knight order. Even now, the descendants of the Howard family are also required to learn swordsmanship, but they are not allowed to join the knight order.

Their ancestors had tamed dragons and fought for the kingdom for many years, but at the end of the war, Arke, the leader of the silver dragon, was the first to betray his master, and other dragons followed suit.

After a **** battle, those ancestors were attacked by what they thought were their close associates. Since then, the Howard family will no longer allow younger generations to become knights, completely cutting off the possibility of taming dragons.

Berg really did what he said, and became the most shining star in this war. Howard's shame was finally washed away in this war.

The flames began to burn from the dragon's back, and its body melted into ashes in the firelight. Berg stood under the dragon, letting the ashes fall on him. And there was still some blood on his face. He suddenly glanced at Song Southwest, smiled, and made a mouth shape at Song Southwest.

-"I did it."

Song Nanxin maintained his gentle personality, and used healing techniques for wounded soldiers. His magic was almost invincible in that one minute, so he was quickly noticed by the church's top brass.

What's more, after returning to the imperial capital, Berg also said extremely arrogantly: "What are those priests doing on the battlefield? There is a man named Raphael who has been using healing techniques, but our healing magic is better than their magic. Stronger."

The more people in the Magic Association hated him, the more important he was in the church. Song Southwest used the magic very well in the first place, and Berg showed his disgust for him intentionally or unintentionally, so Song Southwest was quickly promoted to a position.

Then he received a mission to Zevenar City. The great magician Margaret predicted the appearance of the Demon King, but the magic association there could not solve this problem very well, so it needed the help of the church.

This is a mission on the surface, and secretly, he also received a mission to investigate the necromancer.

Berg handed him a copy of Hubert's Magic Codex and said, "If you give it to the Temple of Knowledge, no one else will think about the Howard family anymore."

Song Southwest took over the magic manual and thanked him.

Berg waved his hand and said, "I'll go to Zevernar City too, let's talk about it later."

"About the magic that crosses the plane, is there any result?"

Berg's movements paused: "In the known literature, only Hubert knows... But one day, I will surpass him, and I can also research such magic."

Song Southwest planned everything very well, including the necromancer who took the initiative to find the door. Necromancers noticed him because of the special power of his soul.

He and the necromancer reached an agreement that the necromancer would be responsible for resurrecting Hubert, and Song Nanxi would help him cover up on behalf of the church so that he would not be noticed by the people of the Magic Association.

Based on what he knew about the demon king, the demon king Sheffield would never hide his whereabouts. As long as he was a little provocative, the demon king would be invisible.

By the time he settles these two matters, he should be able to enter parliament. Song Southwest thought.

On the first day of arriving in Zevernar City, Song Nannan stood in the church, looked out the window, and saw that the sun covered the street, everything showed a warm scene.

It's all planned, let's wait for the characters to come on stage. he thinks.

It was the transmigrator who went beyond his plan.

After visiting Margaret, he met outside the magic tower, a man whose soul fluctuations were very similar to his own.

Song Nanxin felt that his spirit was slightly lifted. He was like a dying patient. When his breathing almost stopped, the breath of spring came to his face.

He couldn't wait to say something to this man to ease the loneliness of the road.

The opera house is a grand gathering of magicians, and priests are often excluded. Song Southwest thought she was fully prepared, and even bought the Star Stone and shattered it to show that she had absolutely no intention of going against the magician.

He had to find the Demon King and kill him with his own hands.

He really felt the breath of the abyss in the opera house, he could almost catch the demon king, but the traveler before protected the suspected demon king.

The external image of the church is gentle, it can't be very tough, and it can't arbitrarily arrest a magician just because it is suspected of being a demon king, so Song Southwest gave up the demon king for the time being.

He set his eyes on the transmigrator.

The result was completely unexpected for him.

Song Southwest didn't think that this traveler was someone he knew, or his roommate, a good friend who used to share adversity together. Even after all this time, his friend didn't look the same.

"If there is really a way to travel through the plane, I also want him to see my hometown."

Chi Lang is already completely immersed in love. Every time Song Southwest sees Chi Lang, he finds it incredible. In modern times, he never imagined that Chi Lang's relationship would look like this.

But he had some envy in his heart, Chi Lang still maintains a good disposition, but his mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Song Southwest asked about the Demon King.

It was a sunny afternoon, and he and Chi Lang were sitting alone at one side of the long table, which seemed to be far, far apart. He still asked the very inappropriate sentence: "The person you like is the Demon King."

Chi Lang was very nervous, he was not good at lying, so Song Southwest could easily see through the lie.

But he softened. When the other two roommates in the dormitory skipped class, Chi Lang nervously helped them cover up in front of the teacher.

Song Southwest just felt a little sad. He rationally understood that Chi Lang didn't tell him the truth, but emotionally he felt sad about this distrust.

But he couldn't stop Hubert's resurrection, and the top of the church knew about it, so they waited for Hubert's resurrection before making it public.

The fear of necromantic magic has penetrated into the hearts of civilians. As soon as this news came out, it was inevitable that the prestige of the Magic Association would be hit.

Song Southwest sat alone at the long table. After Chi Lang left, he had been in a daze all by himself.

Berg sat on the other side of the table. He didn't seem to be in a good mood either. He frowned and asked, "That student named Sheffield is the devil, right?"

Song Southwest smiled: "Aren't you still a student? Why do you call others that way, pretending to be so mature?"

Berg: "But I don't want to expose him." His profile was hidden in the darkness, and there was some melancholy in his words.

"why?"

"Among Howard's ancestors, there is also a Sheffield. But his name is not allowed to be mentioned. I have asked my father before and was punished." Berg's tone calmed down again.

"Is he from Howard before? Now that I think about it, you guys really look alike."

"Like? Hair color?"

"No, it's the kind of attitude that doesn't take anything seriously." Song Nanxi said, "Is it because you all believe in your own strength?"

Berg: "Maybe... I once saw this person's information. In the family's library, I thought it was very strange. Since this person has been removed from the family, why should I keep his information..."

"But when I saw his information, I had the answer... Such a genius magician, the old men in our family, wouldn't have the heart to destroy the traces that he once existed."

"But you still changed the pattern of the family crest. Wasn't it a rose before?"

"The family crest is definitely not allowed to use roses, so I stand on the same front as the Demon Lord... But I'm really curious, why did he become the Demon Lord? Could it be better for magic research to be the Demon Lord?"

"Other than that, I can't think of any reason to impress him and let him go the way of the Demon King." Berg stared at the table.

"How...how did you guess he was the Demon King?"

"Intuition. But I won't tell the Society of Magicians... even if a magician like that has to die, I don't want me to facilitate the process."

"So, the choice is in your hands. If the church insists on arresting him, there is nothing I can do," Berg looked at him. "Aren't you in a hurry to get promoted? Now is the best chance."

Sometimes having options is not a good thing.

When Song Nanxi saw Hubert, he was still thinking about this question. In fact, he couldn't help but ask: "The devil you sealed before... Was it always in the abyss, was it the devil from the beginning?"

Hubert shook his head: "No, we went to the abyss together to defeat the previous demon king. It was just at the end that I suddenly stopped, and I had a very ominous premonition... Then I handed over the final choice. he."

"I often think back to that scene. When he chanted the last spell in Sheffield, the last Demon Lord died in the frost... At the same time, the genius magician also died in that moment forever."

"He became the new Demon King." Hubert covered his face, "I was too scared, too scared... I escaped from the abyss, but they told me that the Demon King must be sealed, and the abyss cannot be tolerated so rampantly. …”

"So I went back to the abyss and sealed him there."

Song Southwest was silent, not knowing what to say.

Hubert glanced at him, then looked into the distance: "I'm sorry, I've told you so much, I didn't have the chance to say these words when I was alive... Fame and fortune bind me forever, and I can't have any stains. "

"Your words have also helped me a lot," Song Nanxi said, "Let's meet at the Saints Magic Academy tomorrow."

Song Southwest finally got a way to return to the modern age, but he did not use this teleportation circle.

He thought that he should at least tell Chi Lang about this. If one day Chi Lang wants to return to the modern age alone, at least there is a way out.

Hubert told him the news of the death of the necromancer, and Song Nannan reported the news to the bishop.

The bishop continued to ask him in a mild tone, "Is there any news from the Demon King?"

"No, there is no sign of the Demon King in Zevenal City, and the Magic Association sent someone to look in the abyss, and found that the will of the abyss has become much weaker... So they suspect that the Demon King has fallen."

The second half of the sentence is of course nonsense from Song Southwest, but the will of the abyss does reflect the will of the devil to a large extent. If Sheffield can always be calm, or simply fall in love every day, the will of the abyss may have been so weak.

"Really?" The bishop had already believed more than half of it. "If that's the case, you can come back this new year, and you can almost catch up with the new year's assessment... It's just that Hubert didn't move at all, so we can't handle it. …”

Song Nanxi couldn't hear what the bishop said later. He only saw the snow outside the window fluttering and falling, burying all the past on the ground.

Before leaving Zevenal City, he received a plate of dumplings from Chi Lang.

"The invincible leek flavor in the universe, you must like it, don't pay too much attention to it, it's good to have dumplings." Chi Lang said.

"Back to the modern magic circle is next to the clock in the academy. I wrote on the paper how to activate the magic circle. You can activate it even if you don't know magic... If you want to go back, go back... You can also Come find me in the capital..."

"goodbye."

"…goodbye."

Song Southwest still started his journey back to the imperial capital on a snowy day. He could be promoted to another position immediately, and then... He probably had ideas about the future in his mind.

It's just that his car was stopped by a carriage halfway along the way.

There was a sunflower pattern on the carriage, and Berg stuck his head out of it and "cut": "The church is so slow even a carriage." Then the carriage started galloping forward again.

The priests sitting beside Song Southwest were a little indignant: "This guy is too much... Really... How come magicians are all like this..."

Song Southwest did not speak, he looked at the traces left by the wheels on the snow. The traces are deep, but the snow will also bury them, and all traces of the past are gone.

It's like he can still abandon the past and move towards the future now.

Finish.