Morteris could not remember how long it had been since he was in such a sorry state. Not long ago, when Dion was escaping with him, a Wind Blade accurately appeared in their path, and the Shadow Stalker was sliced in half before he could react. At that time, everyone around them was deeply shocked by this cruel and bloody scene, but very few people noticed that he was actually injured by that strange Wind Blade, and it was not a light injury. There was a wound on the old bishop's cheek that extended from the corner of his eyebrows to his cheeks. His flesh was split open, and blood was gushing out. It looked very frightening, but fortunately, the bones below were not injured. Compared to that, it was the other two injuries that were more fatal.
Morteris was thrown to the ground while moving at high speed. For an old man of his age, this was undoubtedly a very dangerous thing to do. His right leg was the first to touch the ground, and it was fractured on the spot. After that, he used his left hand as a support, and finally avoided the tragedy of his head hitting the ground directly. However, the price he paid was that his wrist was directly dislocated.
But after that, he was very stubborn and did not make a sound until Rob snatched a carriage from outside and stuffed him in. Then, the future Supreme Mage Your Honor also sat in the carriage, and the golem in charge of receiving them jumped into the driver's seat. The carriage sped across the stone road, and only then did the old bishop speak politely. "Can you let me treat your wounds?"
Rob nodded, and then Morteris regained control of his body. The old bishop first thanked him, then took out the Holy Grimoire from his waist. Holy white light gushed out from the Holy Grimoire, and a moment later, his broken leg and dislocated wrist were all restored to their original state. The wound on his face also disappeared.
"As expected of Archbishop Morteris. Even the simplest Recovery Spell can be used so brilliantly in your hands," the future Supreme Mage Your Honor praised.
The old bishop smiled, closed the Holy Grimoire in his hand, and handed it to the young man opposite him. "However, compared to magic, Divine Spells are still too limited. Otherwise, the human race would not have waited until Roland appeared to rise."
Rob was a little surprised to see the Holy Bible that the old bishop handed over. "Hmm, you're not going to try again?"
Morteris sighed. "No, I've embarrassed myself in front of you. Just now, I've already thought it through. Since you dare to release me, it means that you have absolute confidence in dealing with everything that happens next. Since that's the case, I'd better not embarrass myself."
The future Supreme Magister shrugged and took the book. "May I ask if this kidnapping is an official act of the Sorcerer's Association or President D 'Adarion's personal decision?" asked the future Supreme Magister again.
Rob responded with an 'oh' and did not fall for the trap. Instead, he asked directly, "Why do you ask?"
The old man said lightly, "Although I'm old, I'm not stupid. The sorcerer shrouded in black smoke was President D 'Addarion, right? He didn't go with me because he had to go back to hide his identity. And you must be the' cousin 'he brought to the banquet tonight, right?"
The future Supreme Magister Your Honor raised an eyebrow. "Archbishop Morteris actually noticed us."
"President D 'Adarion's … Hmm, I've heard of that special hobby of his. Of course, I would pay attention to him when he suddenly appeared at the banquet this time. However, I didn't expect that his target tonight would be me," the old bishop smiled bitterly. "I don't think we have any grudges. Besides, I've always respected President D 'Adarion. If tonight's incident was the intention of the Sorcerer's Association, then it means a lot of things …"
Morteris paused deliberately at this point, trying to see something from the young man's face. Unfortunately, the young man's expression did not change at all. "Anyway, if everything goes well, you'll have a lot of time to think about this problem slowly. As for now, after going through so many things, I'm sure you're very tired. Please take a rest first."
After saying that, Rob stretched out his palm and slashed the old bishop's neck. The latter's vision turned black, and he passed out in his seat.
…
After the World Tree Choir finished singing the last song of the night, all the members of the orchestra went on the stage and bowed to the audience. The concert hall was filled with thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.
Tonight's performance was undoubtedly a great success. These elves traveled around the world to perform, and in the process, they had been constantly trying to integrate local music elements into their own creations, which made their songs full of unique flavor. Tonight, the audience seemed to have followed them on a wonderful adventure.
After singing for the last time, Gage could not wait to ask the people around him how he could go backstage to get autographs from those beautiful elven ladies after the concert.
Simon was the only one who wanted to cry when he looked at the golem next to him. What the f * ck should he do? The light in the concert hall was about to light up again. Unless the people around him suddenly went blind, many people would definitely find it strange to see a golem sitting next to him.
Before Rob left, he only said that he would wait for him to come back, but he did not say what he should do if he did not come back after the performance.
Simon was now very frustrated. As the saying goes, what you fear will happen. He looked up and found that the magic circle above his head had already begun to flicker. At the last moment, Simon could only try his best to stall for time. He took off his coat and covered the golem's head. Then, he took out his pocket watch and pretended to accidentally drop it on the ground. Then, he pulled the golem along and squatted down.
Not long after he finished this action, the entire concert hall lit up again. Then, he heard Gage ask curiously, "Eh, are you looking for something?"
"Oh, I dropped my pocket watch on the ground just now …"
"Ah, then hurry up and look for it. Don't let someone pick it up." Fatso said as he squatted down enthusiastically. Simon's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly used his body to block the sight of the two behind him.
Gage's attention was now focused on looking for the pocket watch. Although he felt that Simon's behavior was a little strange, he did not think too much about it. Soon, he picked up the golden pocket watch that Simon dropped under the latter's seat and stood up excitedly. "I found it."
Simon smiled bitterly. Big brother, you are too uncooperative. Why did your eyesight suddenly become so good at this time? However, he could only complain in his heart. Now that there was no reason for him to continue squatting down, he had no choice but to stand up. However, the problem was that the golem next to him could not stand up.
"Speaking of which … it feels like Rob has not spoken for a long time. Isn't he the one who wants to watch the performance the most? Why didn't he say anything after the performance ended?" Fatso finally noticed that something was wrong. After saying that, he looked behind Simon. Simon thought to himself, 'Oh no, I'm going to be exposed this time.'
However, at this moment, someone behind him said calmly, "Beautiful music itself has already transcended language. Saying anything at this time is unnecessary. Only a fool would attempt to describe something that cannot be described. A wise man should just silently admire it from the sidelines."
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