Chapter 32: The Origin of Buma Lingdalie Trust, but also be wary...
The sky was gloomy and it was already midnight, but the lights in the Vatican were still on.
Hidden in the darkness of a blind spot, Kaharun couldn't help but exclaim: "So rich!"
His eyes lit up with excitement when he thought about what they were going to do.
Vifiya looked at the tall buildings. The lights of the Vatican were always on all night long. What Kaharun said was right.
The small magic circle on Isidore's fingertips spun rapidly and gradually went out. He took out the simple map drawn by Vifia.
Vifia and Kaharun looked at him. Isidore pointed near the secret archives and said, "The closest teleportation point to the archives is here."
The autumn wind blew into Vifiya's neck, bringing a chill.
Kaharun took the initiative and said, "Leave the guarding of this place to me."
He looked at Isidore. According to the plan, Isidore was the one who would meet them outside.
When the plan was first made, Isidore was against it, but he was instantly convinced by Vifia's words, "This position is very important."
He glanced at Vifiya calmly. Although he didn't know how she knew the internal map of the Vatican, or even the distribution of the Vatican's troops, nor why she came to the Vatican to do such a thing, it was undeniable that this was a novel experience for him.
He had always known there was a secret about her, ever since Isidore recognized her.
People are always curious about things that interest them, whether it is because of Isidore's care for her or because of the support of the great magician.
These two people who were important to him both had absolute trust in Vifiya, as if they were certain from the beginning that she would not do anything to harm them.
She doesn't remember the past.
While he was glad that Isidore had found her, he also wondered if she would use their trust as the sharpest weapon and stab them in the back.
Vifiya nodded and said, "There will also be knights guarding the copy room in the archives." She was about to use the dream incense to knock the knights unconscious. She looked at Kaharun with questioning eyes.
Kaharun nodded. He had already taken the antidote for the dream incense she gave him. He didn't know how a noble lady like her could get such a strange thing.
Although he could have directly used magic to block it, she gave him the antidote, and Isidore happened to be watching nearby, so he couldn't just refuse it and go against her wishes.
He trusted her, but was also wary of her, and there was no conflict.
Vifia and Kaharun put on the hoods of their robes and walked onto the teleportation array prepared by Isidore.
This teleportation array is different from the one Vifiya used last time. It does not need to be drawn in advance. Instead, it is drawn by Isidore's magic and activated instantly.
Isidore watched the faint light of the teleportation array beneath their feet dim. He put on an invisibility robe and disappeared into the night, blending into the darkness as he headed towards the east gate.
Invisibility magic appeared in ancient books in the form of objects, so the magic repaired and completed was different from the magic used directly by the magician. This was also the reason why he could not teach the invisibility magic to Kaharun.
He originally wanted to give this completely repaired product to Vifia for use. After all, he and Kaharun had the ability to protect themselves. However, she disagreed, arguing that he had to deal with more people.
He couldn't get rid of her.
Vifia and Kaharun, who had successfully landed in the archives, looked at each other. The teleportation point was in a darker corner. Looking up, they saw that the Vatican was as magnificent as the imperial palace. The corridors were lined with exquisitely crafted holy vessels inlaid with gems.
The wall lamp has exquisite patterns and is carved with fine designs.
The murals on the wall were clearly important scenes related to God, but for no reason they were dimmer than these things.
Just one glance and Kaharun was silent for a while, and even the carpet under his feet could be seen with gold threads.
He had heard of the extravagance of the Holy See, but he had never imagined it to be so extravagant. No wonder the Holy See rarely allowed outsiders to enter.
He glanced sideways, but Vifiya's face was completely obscured and he couldn't see her expression.
A knight guarding the archives not far ahead yawned, his yawn clearly audible in the quiet corridor. He lazily said, "I'm so sleepy. Hey, Rowan, let's go have a drink after this guard duty."
The other knight chuckled, his tone rather boastful: "No, my lover is waiting for me at home."
There was a moment of silence, and then the knight's voice was heard again: "Have a few drinks and then go back."
Suddenly, an explosion resounded through the sky. After a brief and strange calm, there was a sound of footsteps and noise.
This was followed by several more explosions of the same volume.
Vifiya couldn't help but be stunned, and Kaharun couldn't help closing his eyes. He forgot, he forgot to tell Isidore to take it easy.
The knight in front of the archives door asked urgently: "What happened?"
A chaotic and hurried sound of footsteps rang out: "You two! There's an attack! Go to the east gate and provide support!"
Another loud cry was heard from another corridor: "There's an attack at the north gate!"
Vifia and Kaharun looked at each other. The North Gate was not in their plan.
In other words, it is now an unknown chaos.
There was a clatter of footsteps, and Kaharun and Vifiya hid in a corner until the corridor returned to silence.
The two men walked out and after confirming that there was no one around, they headed straight for the archives. No matter who else chose to take action against the Holy See today, they needed to seize this opportunity. The more chaotic the pond, the easier it would be to catch the fish they wanted.
The current situation does not require Kaharun to take action. The guards have already left, which is a good thing.
Kaharun pushed the door open gently to avoid making any noise. According to Vifia's information, the knights in the archives could not see the location of the door, so as long as there was no noise, they would not be discovered.
He opened a path wide enough for one person to pass through. After Vifiya entered, he immediately squeezed in sideways and closed the door.
He followed Vifiya's footsteps and went deeper into the archives.
The secret archives are decorated in the same luxurious way as the outside.
Vifiya was not worried that there were other people in the archives besides the knights, because at this time, the clergy who were qualified to enter the archives would not be so diligent.
She suddenly stopped at a bookshelf, took out the Dream Incense, and turned around to hand it to Kaharun.
He understood, and there was a small flame at the tip of his finger.
Vifiya had no intention of burning the books in the archives, so she carefully protected the fire and lit the Dream Incense.
This is the dream incense that she bought at a high price. When it is lit, it will only release gas and will not cause damage to flammable materials.
A small wisp of smoke rose from Huanmengxiang. She aimed in the right direction and threw it hard at the knights.
All I heard was a cry of "Who!"
Then there was the sound of the knights falling to the ground.
Vifiya walked out without hesitation, and sure enough, she saw that the four knights on duty had fallen. She swept her hand through the large amount of white smoke emitted by the Dream Incense.
Pick up the Dream Incense on the ground and blow it out.
Seeing this, Kaharun was surprised and wondered, could ordinary dream incense have such an effect?
Vifiya walked to the door of the scriptorium without stopping. Just as she was about to touch it, she heard Kaharun's voice: "It's locked by the magic circle."
Her hand stopped, and her eyes followed Kaharun as he walked up to the door handle, and she gave up her position.
Kaharun gently placed his hand on the handle, light shone between his fingers, and the magic circle on the handle emerged, colliding with the magic circle in his palm.
The same characters and similar scenes made it hard for Vifia not to think of the magician who helped her open the academy's cliff in her previous life.
She couldn't see the magician's face, but his voice was exactly like Kaharun's.
With an almost imperceptible tentativeness, she asked softly, "Do you know a man named Reylord? Reylord Cardenas."
It was not known whether it was the first name or the last name that touched him, but Kaharun's hands did not stop moving, and his face turned slightly towards her.
Vifia looked up. Because of the hood, his left eye was hidden in the darkness, and she looked into his brown right eye.
At this moment, Kaharun no longer had his usual expression, and his vague scrutiny fell on her face.
After a while, the magic circle on the door handle was unlocked. He withdrew his hand and gaze at the same time, and took a half step back: "I'll guard outside."
Vifiya opened the door of the scriptorium without thinking, as if she had not asked the question.
Kaharun behind him suddenly said, "Mrs. Cardenas helped me."
Vifiya walked straight into the scriptorium without looking back.
No matter how many women the Cardenas family attracted, he only had one wife, the one who was killed by Reynolds.
But this is just Raylord's one-sided statement.
Kaharun's answer is also very interesting.
If things were really as she thought, she thought she knew how to deal with Leroyd.
How exciting! I thought about the look on Raylord’s face.
She also understood that Kaharun's trust was different from that of Isidore and Salis. He was willing to explain because he was measuring whether she was really trustworthy. He was waiting for her explanation, an explanation that could convince him.
Vifiya glanced around the copy room. Strangely, it looked like just an ordinary copy room, like two different worlds compared to the magnificent outside.
There was no time to think, she had to find the record she wanted before the knight guarding the scriptorium woke up and everything became quiet outside.
Her eyes quickly scanned the bookshelves in the scriptorium, searching for books that might contain records of dragons.
"Divine Commandment", "Introduction to the Old Star", "Goddess Lehomi", "Sub-Tower"...
"Book of the Old World".
She took the book down and gave it a cursory glance, but found nothing.
She put the book back where it belonged and resumed her search, searching for any book that might have a story about dragons.
It was clearly autumn, but sweat was oozing from her nose. The copy room was not big, and most of the contents in the books were what Vifia had heard intermittently in so many lifetimes.
She could feel her heart beating, but was it too much of a stretch? She had no idea what was inside.
Vifiya decisively left the bookshelf and walked quickly to the only table in the scriptorium.
On the table, she was halfway through copying "The Second Tower" when she carefully turned over the things on the table.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a basket of old books in the corner under the table.
And in the very corner, a book caught her attention.
The Origin of Buma Lingdaleh.
She licked her dry lips, her palms slightly moist. As soon as her hand touched the book, it collapsed and had no thickness.
There was surprise in Vifiya's eyes and her heart sank, but the moment she picked up the book, her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
She looked up and saw that the white wall opposite, which originally had a carving of God creating the world, had become a mural of only the upper body of the goddess, which was lifelike.
Unlike all other goddess statues, His eyes are open.
The only color on the entire wall was his golden pupils.
He looked at her as if God were present.
Vifiya slowed her breathing, her heart pounding in her chest. She was genuinely shocked, wondering why God had not kept the five-month deadline and come to see her earlier.
She stared at the mural for a while and felt that the Pope was truly pious.
She looked at the book again and opened it. All the pages had been torn out, leaving only a line of words written on the cover. The handwriting was smooth but already mottled.
The Buma Lingda Lhe is extinct.
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