People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

He was shocked at first, but after Freida finished speaking in a helpless tone, Andre also nodded with a wry smile.

At this time, Sigurd was standing in the center of the conflict with Birdwig, who was sleeping soundly.

There are no extra actions.

And it was only now that the two sides finally understood why the frightening shock did not appear in the conflict just now.

At this time, the lens "Michael" is completely clamped by a pair of rock wings.

The entire body of "Michael" is like an egg opened with one hand, the crystal shell is separated left and right, causing the nun inside to fall to the ground.

Standing up tremblingly, looking from the perspective of a nun, in front of her, the angel "Raphael" made of wind elements also completely stopped moving.

It is obviously an angel with an elemental body that does not exist, but at this time, his whole body is frozen into a hard block.

The blue, chilly ice cubes froze the entire "Winged Angel" into an ice sculpture.

The cracking sound of "Kaka" is not just an ice sculpture angel.

The lens debris angel on the side also began to collapse.

A moment later, with the continuous crisp sound, the two invincible angels turned into fragments and fell to the ground at the same time, and dissipated into the air as the purest magic power.

"Uriel" stopped "Michael"

"Gabriel" freezes on "Raphael"

It's a scene that wouldn't appear in any of the stories, but it's fulfilled here.

And the moment Sigurd appeared with Birdwig in his arms, Mark knew that the crisis had been resolved.

No matter how much the Puritan magicians disliked them, as long as this mercenary was present, they wouldn't dare to make a mistake if they had the guts.

But compared to their own side, Mark and others are more concerned about what happened to Birdway.

Even the magician whose two insteps were pierced didn't care about dealing with his own injuries, so he immediately withdrew his magic sword and went forward with Mark to check Birdway's situation.

"Mr. Sigurd, is this the boss?"

"The magic power consumption is a bit high, and the physical strength is also at the limit."

After confirming that Birdway was not injured or anything else, Mark and the others felt relieved.

On the Puritan side, a priest named Robert took back the nun who fell on the ground, and handed over the Bible in his hand to Freida for safekeeping.

It wasn't until Freida took over the Bible that she noticed that the gilded cover of the book had been completely torn, and the spine of the book was also a little hot for some reason.

"Could it be..."

"What's wrong?"

Freida shook her head, but did not tell Andre that she had noticed an abnormality.

(The mercenary not only forcibly interrupted the two angels who were about to clash, but also completely guided the magic backlash of the interrupted spell into the Bible, protecting Father Robert from the impact of backlash damage?)

This is no longer a technology that normal people can accomplish, and the precision of this level of operation is no longer at the level that humans should be able to do.

When Freida heard that Sigurd had single-handedly wiped out the Spanish Star Sect and the French "Orleans Knights", she thought that Sigurd was the kind of practical magician with outstanding combat power, and she was just afraid of the opponent's powerful It's just about technique and actual combat ability.

But now it seems that she completely misjudged Sigurd's strength.

The superior ability of this mercenary is not only reflected in the killing technique, I am afraid that in the field of precision operation, there are not many magicians who are qualified to compete with this mercenary in this world.

At the same time, Freida also deeply realized why the UK had never given up inviting this mercenary to join the UK for so many years.

And why the Roman Orthodox Church has no reason to let this mercenary enter and exit the Vatican many times, I am afraid it is because they themselves know that even if they gather the entire Roman Orthodox combat power, they may not only be unable to do anything to this mercenary, but their own foundation. I'm afraid it will be completely blown up by someone like the Spanish Star Cult.

And Father Robert seems to have realized the huge gap between the two sides from Sigurd's "mercy". Although he is still unhappy with the guy from "Dawn Morning Light", for Sigurd, a magician who has helped Britain many times, He doesn't hate it.

And as a loyal Puritan magician, if the UK has been trying to win over Sigurd, then he will never intentionally push Sigurd away from the UK.

It seemed that the two sides who had the vengeance of killing their fathers instantly calmed down because of the appearance of Sigurd. Although the two sides kept their distance from each other at a speed comparable to turning over a book, no one continued to play tricks. .

They left the underground temple without incident, and the two sides stood on the beach quietly waiting for the ship to come to pick them up.

"Well......"

"Boss, are you awake?"

"This is... wait a minute! Where is that mercenary!"

Mark was taken aback by Birdway's sudden ejection, and then immediately pointed to Sigurd who was leaning on a big rock and blowing the sea breeze in the distance.

"The British side seems to have no time to pick us up, so Mr. Sigurd sent a message to 'Elf' from the Nordic side, asking them to send a ship to send us back to Scotland."

Birdway nodded, and didn't seem to care when the ship came.

She got up and walked in Sigurd's direction, and Mark followed behind.

Although he didn't quite know what his little leader wanted to do, judging from the calm and even slightly smiling expression of Birdway when Sigurd brought her back just now, it was not a bad thing at least.

Sensing the approach of Birdway and Mark, Sigurd didn't get up.

Tilting his head and propping his hands on the ground, he spoke lazily.

"What's the matter? It will take some time for the ship to come, after all, they have to go around from Finland."

"That's not it, can you lend me your pistol just now?"

(pistol?)

Seeing that Sigurd was a little puzzled, he still handed two solid wooden flintlock guns to Birdwig from the holster around his waist. Mark didn't know what was special about those two guns, so he didn't Open your mouth.

Birdway played with the two guns, as if confirming something.

After a while, Birdway threw the white one to Sigurd.

Sigurd, who caught the pistol with one hand, looked at the other black flintlock still in Birdwell's hand, and tilted his head to look at Birdway.

"Isn't it too ungentlemanly not to give a lady a gift when we meet for the first time?"

"Although I don't care, how about giving me a reason?"

"'Guard the golden shimmer (praesidio926)', is that reason enough?"

"If you like it, I don't care. But do girls like this kind of stuff nowadays?"

"In a way you're an idiot."

Sigurd shrugged, but didn't bother with this question.

Putting the remaining pistol in his waist, Sigurd straightly leaned against the rock, continuing to enjoy the sea breeze comfortably.

Although Mark on the side still didn't quite understand what happened to the two of them, it seemed that Birdway and Sigurd had a pretty good relationship.

(Boss seems to be in a pretty good mood.)

Mark thinks so, after all, the expression of Birdway playing with the black flintlock gun in his hand is something he hasn't seen for a long time, and it's quite a simple smile that matches Birdway's age.

Chapter 150: Transcription of the "Original Code" and Concealed Information

Entering November, the temperature in Academy City also began to drop.

Although it is not very cold, the chill at the meeting point from late autumn to early winter can be felt.

Today's weather is pretty good, blue sky with not many clouds.

Unlike the scorching heat of midsummer, the sun in this world gives people a warm and soft feeling.

The noon sun shines into the window, and the coffee on the desk next to the window has a bitter aroma. The cookies, some chocolates and other sundries from the hands of the orthodox British maids are all neatly placed.

It seems that because the person at the desk is doing some homework, a little dust dances in the sun, refracting the light like lead.

The books on the surrounding bookshelves are arranged in an orderly manner, and on the sofa a little further away, quite a few manuscripts are neatly stacked together.

At the door of the room, a blond-haired maid leaned against the door frame and sighed with her back to the room, her tone full of helplessness.

Maybe people who don't know it will think that this is a maid, and if your master feels a headache because he is passionate about work and doesn't care about the surrounding environment, then you are too naive.

The picture moves a little bit, and in a corner of the room that cannot be illuminated by light, there is a special "clothes" hanging on a coat rack.

The dead gray color and wrinkled appearance don't seem like good materials that can be obtained.

"Mr. Sigurd, let me just make sure that you haven't suddenly awakened to any strange hobbies recently, have you? Please be sure to answer 'yes', otherwise I will have to consider throwing you out of this house."

"Of course, it wasn't asked by that unlucky Laura, and there was a reason for the incident, do you think I'm willing to do this kind of thing?"

Putting down the quill in his hand, the black-haired boy stretched.

He covered the place where he had just written with a piece of slightly yellowed paper.

After pressing a small silver cross on it, the boy reached out for the coffee and snacks on the side.

Hearing the chewing of the dessert and the satisfying sound of "um", the blond maid turned around and faced the room.

The room at this time was exceptionally tidy, even tidier than when Sylvia was tidying up normally.

But it's not that Sigurd's housework ability surpassed Sylvia's, but because the surrounding furniture layout, and even the color, thickness, number of pages and words written on the cover of the books on the bookshelves were strictly followed by specific rules. was rearranged.

And Sylvia looked at the coat rack in the corner, she was thinking whether to throw it away and get a new one.

What was hanging on the coat rack at this time was not normal clothes, but a piece of dead gray human skin.

Except for the vacant place, the other parts are abnormally complete, as if the "content" has been completely melted and poured out of the gap.

"If you haven't suddenly awakened to human skin collection or necrophilia recently, can you explain this thing to me?"

"Didn't you say it, it's that bastard Laura. What did you say? You want to recover the 'original' from this bastard, so please ask me to restore it and transcribe it on paper and bind it into a book."

"Doesn't the Puritan sect have a special restoration agency?"

Sigurd nodded. The Puritan sect did have a special person responsible for sorting out, repairing and binding the "Original Code".

But now the most troublesome part of this "original book" is that this is no longer a problem that can be solved simply by "binding".

Without sufficient attainments, ordinary magicians would have no way of "transcribing" the content from the human skin, let alone the subsequent steps.

"If they didn't force a certain alchemist away, maybe they could still do such a job, but now..."

Sigurd shrugged, and the meaning was self-evident.

"It's not your style to undertake the work of restoring the 'Original Code', which is so troublesome that it makes professionals feel sick?"

"It's nothing, my work is just 'transcription', as for the subsequent 'revision' and 'proofreading' are the most troublesome parts, I don't care about this part. And..."

Sigurd looked at the useless human skin in the corner, and then continued to chew chocolate like a normal person.