Chapter 112
Al looked at the person who appeared with Abner and was a little surprised, "Dean?"
What’s his name...Oh, Klevich. Fortunately, I just spent a few days with him a few months ago, so I still have some impression of his name.
Klevich stared at the big demon flying in the air. He had never met such a powerful enemy. This demon, who had lived for who knows how many years, had the strength of a pseudo-god.
He shouted at the black magician: "Why don't you interrupt the summoning circle! Send him back!" This is crazy, does a demon of this strength seem to be controlled by a summoning contract?
Hosorn's face was wooden. "It was cut off a long time ago, but there seems to be something wrong with the summoning formation." Either this demon is extremely powerful, and was able to escape the control of the formation.
Seeing the devil's flattering look, he thought he would give the silver-haired young man some face, so he comforted him casually, "Don't worry, it should be fine."
Although Hosorn had no idea how this weak priest could make the great devil treat him politely.
Klevich ignored Hawthorne's consolation.
He was not afraid to fight against the devil, but if the noise was too loud, it would disturb the people of Ita City. If the priests saw the devil, the Holy See of Light would have to search the entire continent - this was what gave Klevich a headache.
He planned to take the demon to another uninhabited area. Oh... the sealed crack exit in the abyss would be a good choice. The area nearby was very desolate.
Abner anxiously ran over to Al, "Are you guys okay?"
The devil was too close to them just now, luckily the dean arrived in time!
"It's okay. Why is the dean here..." Al could feel the tense atmosphere over there. There was no guarantee that a fight would break out in the next second!
Regardless of the appearance of the dean, "Everyone calm down, don't fight..." Before the young man could finish his words, he was interrupted by the devil.
Hank pointed at the space magic god and asked him: "Your Highness, can I kill this person? He must be silenced!"
Killing him was secondary. Hank was just upset that this human dared to attack him just now! He just wanted to have a hearty fight and tear his opponent into pieces!
Abner: “???”
Silencing? What does that mean? Abner looked at the demon, then at the person the demon was questioning, and silently stepped back a few steps, looking at the silver-haired young man with complicated eyes.
Klevich frowned and paused the space manipulation around the demon. Wasn't this demon... summoned by Hawthorne?
As the focus of attention, Al did not feel guilty at all. Everyone present had some secrets that could not be revealed!
He calmly tried to reconcile: "It's all a misunderstanding, everyone please don't fight."
"Mr. Dean, long time no see. This is Hank, he is my friend. We were just chatting and he didn't mean to hurt us."
"Hank, this is the dean of our human academy. He attacked you because he mistakenly thought you were hurting me."
Klevich narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon inquiringly.
Although the Vatican's description of the dark race was exaggerated, it was completely correct that they believed in the God of Darkness, were arrogant and looked down on the human race.
Would a pseudo-god-level demon listen to a human who is not even a fraction of his age?
If you really listen to it, you don’t know what conspiracy is behind it. Those who are not of our race must have different hearts. This is an eternal truth.
Hank met the still unfriendly gaze of the human god of law and grinned cruelly. Even if the misunderstanding was resolved, it was a fact that the human race had always been wary of the demons, so it would be better to silence them.
If you give a few more words of advice afterwards, I believe the envoy of God will not blame you. He did this to help the envoy of God continue to hide among the human race smoothly.
The clear night sky above everyone's heads was covered with a shadow, and the mountaintop was instantly shrouded in a dense dark element. Klevich disappeared in the blink of an eye...
Al saw that they were about to fight and was getting worried, but suddenly his vision became clear again, and the cold dark elements seemed to be blown away by a strong wind.
"?" Hank looked around in confusion and met the impatient gaze of another black-eyed messenger of God. He immediately remembered the day when the other party first arrived in the Far West and killed everyone.
Hank cursed in his heart. Tsk, he forgot that the easy-to-talk silver-haired messenger of God was always followed by a killer god.
The demon irritably dodged the space gap that suddenly appeared beside him, flew to the messenger of God, and pretended to be magnanimous and said: "Since Your Highness said so, then I will forgive your dean's sneak attack."
Klevich: “…”
Because Samuel had been standing behind the silver-haired young man without any movement, even Klevich could not tell that it was him who controlled the elements to dissipate. The dean thought that the devil had changed his mind and did not want to fight anymore.
At this moment, several people who shouldn't be involved were standing here at the same time. The scene was quiet but chaotic. Except for Samuel and Hank who didn't care, everyone's mind was full of questions.
Abner couldn't help his curiosity and spoke first, "Al, how do you know this demon lord?"
Al couldn't say that he had traveled to the Abyss for a while, so he said guiltily, "Well... I had a friend of the Dark Element before, and he also summoned Mr. Hank. He was curious about the Mortal World, and we were also curious about the Abyss, so we chatted for a day and got along pretty well. I didn't expect that he would be summoned again this time."
Hank nodded in agreement, "Yeah, that's right."
Abner looked at him resentfully, "Why didn't you tell me earlier..." If he had known that you had no hostility towards those with dark talents, would he still be anxious today?
Klevich was not surprised. He had heard from the Elf King a few months ago about what the Son of God did and said in the Elf land.
But the Son of God was chosen by the God of Light himself after all. He had a good impression of the young man, but he didn't know him well, and he didn't dare to gamble, unlike Abner, whom he had known for decades and was very confident in.
Al glanced at the black magician on the other side and asked his colleague, "Who is this..."
Abner now assured to introduce, "This is Hawthorne. Did you guys fight just now? Since no one is injured, for my sake, can we be friends and pretend that nothing happened just now?"
The sinister black magician lowered his eyes and ignored him.
Al responded to his colleague in a good-natured manner, "Okay, but... the victims in Ita City were killed by Lord Hawthorne, right? Can I know why he killed people?"
The young man didn't even ask Abner why he knew the black magician. If he knew him, did he already know who the murderer was?
Abner didn't think much about it. After all, Al was always very calm, and he didn't ask the dean why he was here.
He smiled bitterly, "It is indeed as you guessed before, Hawthorne is seeking revenge."
He glanced at the black magician, whose expression grew uglier when he mentioned this matter. Abner then hesitated whether to tell Al in detail.
It was not good to expose someone's scars in front of them, but he hoped that after knowing the whole story, Al would understand Hawthorne's behavior and not punish him according to the law - he had heard about how many people Al had dealt with according to church rules and laws in the past few months.
The silver-haired young man nodded, and seeing his colleague's embarrassment, he did not ask any further questions. "Okay, but you'd better persuade your friend not to use necromancy to control the skeleton to enter the city, otherwise it will be difficult for us to conceal his existence."
Abner was very touched. Oh, it must be that Al was taking this matter lightly for his sake!
He agreed promptly, then ran to the black magician and advised him to keep a low profile.
Hank didn't care about the grievances of the human race. When he saw that the God's messenger was free, he asked expectantly, "Your Highness, can I go to the human city over there and take a look?" Which demon is not curious about how the mortal world has developed now.
With Samuel around, the demon was always under control. Al nodded indifferently, "Of course, but Hank, can you put away your majestic wings and horns? Otherwise, the timid humans will be scared to death."
Hank thought that the silver-haired messenger's words were just pleasant to the ears, and he put away the horns and wings that the devil valued most without any reluctance.
Samuel's hand, which had been on the young man's waist, pinched it twice in dissatisfaction. Al froze. He knew his lover very well. He immediately realized that the young man was jealous because he had praised others.
Al closed his eyes, not knowing how he would be punished when they were alone later...
"Are you passing by here, Mr. Dean? If you are worried about Hank, you can walk with us. Once Hank satisfies his curiosity about the human gathering place, he will return to the abyss, right?"
Hank nodded again in agreement. Unlike Hawthorne and the others who thought that there was something wrong with the summoning circle, he guessed that it was the black-eyed god with a bad temper and unknown strength who did something. Didn't he see that the silver-haired young man was not at all surprised that he was still here?
The middle-aged man walked up to them. Even if Al hadn't invited him, Klevich would have followed the devil. And after making sure that the young man had no hostility towards Hawthorne, he felt that there were some things he could reveal to the future Pope.
Abner was worried that Hawthorne would cause trouble again, so he asked him to follow behind. Anyway, the city was empty at night and no one would know that there was a black magician here.
Hawthorne ignored the mutterings of the people around him. He looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him and asked, "Who is that?"
Abner: "Didn't you see that he used light magic? He's so young, who else could it be except our newly appointed Son of Light?"
Hawthorne frowned, "So it was him..."
He seldom left his residence and had little news. He only heard the dean mention that the Holy See had chosen a new Holy Son, but he had not heard of that person's appearance.
"I remember the dean mentioned that your Saint Son just graduated from the academy?"
"Yeah, it's been less than a year since graduation."
The reason why Hosthorne didn't think about the silver-haired young man's identity was mainly because this person's strength was completely different from that of a man in his early twenties. He thought he was some old guy from the Vatican.
With the comparison... the black magician glanced at Abner and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years. How come you are still so weak?"
Abner said angrily, "Do you think there are many people who have reached the level of a nine-star magician at my age? You are only better than me because you have practiced for more than 20 years earlier than me!"
Hosorn drooped his eyelids, "Don't compare yourself to me. Your Saint who practiced thirty years later than you is better than you."
Abner smacked his lips. "El's talent is very strong, and his elemental affinity is at the maximum level... Hey, I've been stuck at nine stars for a year. Can anyone give me some experience? Which aspect should I focus on to make it easier to cross that hurdle?"
Al, who was standing in front of him, heard Abner's sigh, turned around and responded to him with empathy: "It is indeed difficult to cross the realm level. I have also been stuck at the ninth star for a while. Recently, I have been practicing forbidden spells frequently to allow my body to adapt to accommodate more magic power. I think it is somewhat useful. You can also try it."
"Okay..." Abner suddenly reacted, "What level of nine-star are you?" A high-level magician, right?
Anyway, the Son of God has already chosen him, so there is no point in pretending to be weak. Al replied indifferently: "Same as you."
Abner: “…”
Hawthorne snorted, and Abner fell silent.
In front, Klevich looked at the demon several times and said to the silver-haired young man: "This... Sir Hank, looks quite similar to your knight named Raymond."
Al chuckled twice, "Maybe... all strong men look the same."
Hank echoed, "Raymond? Never heard of him, don't know him."
Al quickly changed the subject, "Hawthorne was really lucky that his talent was not discovered by the Church."
Upon hearing this, the dean sighed and said in a deep voice, "He is not lucky at all. He was exposed during the talent test in Ita City."
The eight-year-old child was taken by his parents to queue for a whole day, imagining that he had a powerful magical talent and that he wanted to be an adventurer walking freely in the vast world in the future!
He did have great talent, but the child did not receive any congratulations or a smile. He even lost his freedom. In a blink of an eye, he was arrested by the sheriff and separated from his parents.
The priest of the Holy See of Light appeared and took him away.
The citizens who had been so friendly just now now looked at him with fear and disgust, and hurriedly moved away from Hawthorne with their children.
Some extreme ones urged the priests to burn the devil at the stake as soon as possible to prevent him from bringing disaster to the city of Ita!
The parents followed along, wanting to ask the priest to release their child. "Hawthorne is a good kid and has never done anything bad!"
"If he is possessed by a demon, please exorcise him. We are willing to pay all our wealth!"
"Can you please abolish his talent? Our child doesn't want any dark talents. Please, everyone, please spare his life!"
"We will take Hawthorne away from Ita City and will never hurt anyone..."
The parents' pleading voices were almost inaudible amid the scolding.
A man shouted angrily: "How can an ordinary human give birth to a demon?! There must be something wrong with you too!"
This theory won widespread approval.
"Yes! I've long felt that their family is abnormal!"
"Oh my~ I know that little bastard had a friend who died of illness before. He must have been cursed to death by him!"
The fanatics considered themselves the defenders of light and justice. When they discovered a family of demons, they took advantage of the fact that there were many of them and the priests were nearby. They were so excited that they became more courageous and took action directly.
Fists, sticks, and trampling by the crowds, this ordinary couple fell down and never got up again...
Hosorn, who was tied up by the priest, was very scared. He heard many people saying that they wanted to burn him to death. However, little Hosorn did not think about this terrible thing at the moment. He saw his parents being beaten and then drowned in the crowd. He just wanted to hear their voices and see their figures again...
He cried until he was almost suffocated, but no one cared about his tears. He was getting further and further away from his parents...
When they met again, he had learned the magic of necromancy, returned to this place, and used magic to find his parents - their bodies were thrown directly into a pit outside the city, covered with rocks and some things that were rumored to be able to exorcise demons.
He took away the bodies of his parents, then calmed down and worked hard to improve his magic. More than seventy years later, when his strength was enough to easily kill the priests of the Ita Branch, Hosorn began his revenge.
If you like burning others to death, then you must also like the feeling of being burned...
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The dean briefly described the feud between Hawthorne and Eta City. Al sighed. It was a very sad experience. What was even more sad was that this was just a microcosm of countless religious persecutions over the past tens of millions of years...
"I remember from the records of the Church that all those who were found to have dark talents were burned at the stake, without exception. How did Hawthorne escape?"
He was certain that the black magician must have had the help of the dean to survive, but Al couldn't understand why the Vatican didn't notice that the person had run away?
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