He Holds a Rose from the Abyss Chapter 9

Chi Lang had thought the rest of the journey was all on snow, but after they turned a corner, they saw a different scene. If it werent for this assessnt, there would have been a long pronade here. But now, the ice and snow stopped in front of the pronade, while the top of the pronade was covered by leaves, and the columns on both sides were densely entwined with vines.

With the entrance of the pronade as the boundary, one side is the wind and snow, and the other side is a forest world with lush branches and leaves.

Its just simple wood magic, Sheffield only glanced at it, just go in directly.

The long corridor was covered by leaves so dense that not even a trace of sunlight could penetrate down, Chi Lang inexplicably felt so discomfort. The vines wrapped around the cylindrical column were originally stationary but slowly moved after they stepped into the pronade.

The vines poked out from the column and stretched towards them.

Sheffield whispered an incantation and made a magic gesture for the first ti. He still thoughtfully explained to Chi Lang: This wood magic is not powerful, but its troubleso, and its annoying to get tangled up in vines.

So I just used a simple ti magic, Sheffield said to Chi Lang as he walked forward.

Chi Lang looked behind them, behind them, the vines on both sides of the pronade had beco entangled, while the vines beside them were stationary in mid-air, and only started to move after they passed by.

You still have to hold hands on this stretch, otherwise, ti magic wont work on two people.

Ah, I dont mind. Chi Lang said, As long as it doesnt interfere with your use of magic.

This pronade, which would normally take only a few minutes to walk through, beca incredibly long at this ti. During this period of ti when surrounded by greenery and almost no light, Chi Langs heart gradually cald down.

He always felt that when he was with Sheffield, the world beca peaceful, both here and in the library. He kinda liked the ti he spent with Sheffield and he could do things much more efficiently.

The only thing he found strange was that Sheffields hands were really cold, not like the temperature of a normal person.

Chi Lang also gradually guessed the rules of this final examination. It should be that at every other distance, there would be different elental magic to prevent them from reaching the auditorium.

And as they walked out of the pronade, Chi Lang guessed that they should et a new field made of elental magic.

Only this ti, they saw a rose garden.

In a trance, Chi Lang felt that he had crossed over again. The roses were blooming in the rose garden, and at the edge of the rose garden were rusty fences, while the sky turned to a gloomy gray mixed with black.

But the sight lasted only two seconds, and two seconds later, they had the view of the academy before them again.

What was that just now? Chi Lang asked.

Sheffield: The magic of the illusion departnt, but this kind of magic is only effective in certain situations, like this, most people know that it is fake.

Where is that place? Chi Lang felt that even the magic of the illusion departnt should follow a law, and such a rose garden would not appear for no reason.

Sheffield whispered: Where I used to live.

Chi Lang thought about it and rembered that Sheffield usually likes to pick roses every now and then, so he asked casually, Do you like roses very much?

Yes, I quite like it, Sheffield smiled, I think its beautiful I used to love watching roses bloom when I was bored. Watching its petals slowly unfold under the overcast sky was like seeing my future.

This is quite profound. Anyway, Chi Lang didnt quite understand it. He asked Sheffield: Your future?

A future that grows forever towards the darkness. Sheffield thought, but instead of answering Chi Lang, he just said, Keep moving forward.

Chi Lang said to himself: I also quite like roses, he recalled the modern tis, and said vaguely. I was short of money when I was a child, so I went to sell roses with my friends

I rarely et people who tell that they like roses. Sheffield said with a smile, Every ti I t people who ca to my rose garden, they were very afraid. Finally, an old man who was not afraid ca and burned my rose garden down.

Chi Lang: Thats too much, did that man have a grudge against you?

Sheffields gaze looked in another direction, Chi Lang did not know what he was looking at, and only heard him say: So I hate the fire magic in the elent system, but had to learn this departnt to be proficient.

After the corridor, there was a field of wind magic, with wind blades repeatedly appearing in the sky in the shape of crosses, and after the wind blade field was a field of crackling lightning.

But Chi Lang had an easy journey, Sheffield used what he called simple ti magic to stagnate all these elental magics. Chi Lang saw what elental magic looked like up close in an absolutely safe field.

He fell back into the yearning for magic.

On the way, they also t dozens of unknown creatures from the summoning system, countless enchanted weapons flying from far away, and illusions that appeared from ti to ti.

Chi Lang even saw the modern scene in the vision. Fortunately, the sight only appeared for a short ti that he didnt see much of it himself, and Sheffield just glanced at him and didnt ask anything.

Sheffield stopped in his tracks, from their current position, they could already see the roof of the auditorium, there was only a short distance left, but the rest of this journey was an elental field laid down by Joyce.

Joyce also stood in front of them. After he got down from the clock, he ca to the elental field that had been laid out, and after his elental field, next was the auditorium.

Chi Long and Sheffield were the first ones to arrive here.

Joyces tone was unpleasant: I cant believe its you guys. Sheffield, Im not one of those losers who can be solved by you with that simple ti magic. He looked at Chi Lang, Rember to pay back those fifty silver coins soon.

Chi Langs good mood was ruined again, and he counted how long he had to work for Mrs. White to pay it back.

Joyces elent field is different from those just now, and even soone like Chi Lang who doesnt know anything about magic can perceive it.

Other elental magics have regional limitations, either on the ground, in the corridor, or in the void. Only Joyces magic seems to cover the entire world.

Moreover, other elental fields are laid by multiple people working together, but Joyce is only one person.

Joyce was indeed proficient in the magic of the elent of fire.

One after another, flas fell diagonally from the sky, looking like a huge teor shower.

These flas did not cause damage to the ground and other buildings. During the final assessnt period, all buildings in the academy will be protected by magic circles.

Sheffield was still very calm. He used the protection magic of the water system to spread a thin film of water on top of their heads. These dazzling flas were extinguished above them and could not hurt them.

Ang Chi Lang watched these falling flas, like a mighty rain of flas, he felt that this scene had a kind of thrilling beauty.

Flas and light always attract the eyes of people.

After Chi Lang took his eyes back from the flas a little, he found that Sheffields expression was not right.

There was no smile on Sheffields face, and for the first ti, there was an almost icy expression on his face. He looked at the flas as if he was rembering sothing bad.

Then Sheffield turned and glanced at Joyce, who was standing outside the fla field, also looking in their direction.

Their eyes t for a mont, and then Sheffield gave an unpleasant smile.

While the two of them were confronting each other, Chi Lang noticed a crack in the water film overhead, and this abrupt crack widened a little, and finally, this water film shattered a piece.

And the next fla quickly fell.

Chi Lang pulled Sheffields sleeve: Sheffield, this

Sheffield seed to be really caught in so extrely negative emotion. He didnt hear Chi Langs cry and just continued to look at Joyce with a cold expression.

When the fla was about to fall on them, Chi Lang saw that Sheffield had little reaction, and could only push him heavily to the other side, but this push led his own body to inevitably tilt forward to the left.

In addition, he underestimated the speed of the flas falling, he barely had ti to dodge, and the flas fell on his back.

The only thing left in this world is the word pain.

Joyces face changed and he imdiately stopped the elental field. According to the rules of the academy, in the final assessnt, students may be slightly injured, but not seriously injured. If the injury is too serious, it is the responsibility of the person in charge of the test.

Joyce saw that Chi Langs injury was not a minor injury at all.

After he ran over, he just took a look at the injury and then cursed: Why doesnt he have even a little protective magic on him?

Generally, magicians would lay down basic protective magic on their bodies so that even if they were attacked, they wouldnt be hurt too badly and would still have the ability to fight back. But Chi Lang didnt have any protective magic on his body, so the body of an ordinary person was forcibly scorched by the flas.

Sheffield knew the reason, but it couldnt be told to Joyce, so he had to keep silent.

Joyce didnt know whether to worry about himself or Chi Lang. He hurriedly used the healing spell and questioned Sheffield: Why didnt you use the healing spell? Youre so close to him.

But the ti was too tight and Joyce didnt have ti to say a few more words. He took Chi Lang to the dical departnt in the academy.

During this whole process, Sheffield didnt even intervene or say a word.

Why not use a healing spell?

Sheffield looked at his hand, his expression looked dazed in the sun for a mont.

Because he wouldnt.

And he didnt need it.

When he was injured, he didnt need to use a healing spell, because only by rembering the wound, he could fight back better.

As for others, he never thought of using healing magic for others.

Chi Lang fell unconscious when he was injured.

After Joyce sent Chi Lang to the dical departnt, he only felt that it was really troubleso. If the academy teacher knew that soone was injured so badly, he didnt know what punishnt he would receive.

Chi Lang was lying on the bed in the dical departnt, Joyce glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and said, Ah, if this guy gets better, I wont care about the paper, and I wont let him pay back the money. So, can he defend in front of the teacher?

Joyce felt that it really had nothing to do with him. Who would have thought that Chi Lang had no protective magic at all? Moreover, average students without the ability to survive in the field of the fire elent should have been eliminated at the front. They had no chance to reach the last field at all.

Those who could reach the end, even if they could not pass Joyces elental field, wouldnt suffer such serious injuries like this.

He made a few turns in the infirmary and returned to where the elental field was, Sheffield had left and the flas were still raining down. Distracted, Joyce thought again of that look Sheffield had given him earlier, the one they had exchanged in the void before Chi Lang had been injured.

He felt that Sheffield wanted to kill him at that ti.

On the day when the final exam was over, Chi Lang did not fulfill his wish to invite Sheffield to drink, nor did he go to help Mrs. White.

This evening, the academy was very lively, almost everyone was cheering, and the young magicians were running on the road of the campus.

And Chi Lang slept in the infirmary, unaware of anything.

Joyce went to the roof of the teaching building again and went to the side of the clock.

He was not surprised to see Sheffield there.

Sheffield resud his usual state, smiled a little, then asked him, What is your relationship with Hubert?

The na Hubert has not been ntioned for a long ti. When people talk about this person, they prefer to call him by the title God of Magic.

Joyce sneered: Then who are you?

Sheffield: For the ti being, just a nobody who is very interested in the magic you used today That fire rain, thats the magic that Hubert developed.

This kind of fire magic is very common.

Theres no mistaking it, Sheffield smiled. Although there are many fire magic in the shape of a rain of flas, only Huberts flas fall at such a rhythm.

Joyce fell silent.

So, what is your relationship with Hubert? Huberts magical research results have not been made public yet. How did you learn it? Are you his descendant?

No, this is his manuscript that I found by chance, Joyce told the truth intuitively.

You should be glad you werent, Sheffield stared at him, or Id be troubled as to how to kill you without leaving a trace.

The clock rang, and while the world downstairs was extrely noisy, the place where they stood was eerily quiet.

When the clock finished ringing, Joyce asked the question he wanted to ask: You wanted to kill today, that ti, right? After you saw this magic, you already wanted to kill .

Thats right.

Joyce smiled self-deprecatingly: So today, instead of saying that Micah saved you, it is better to say that he saved , if not I should have been killed by you at that ti.

The reason why Joyce said so confidently was because when he saw Sheffields eyes, he felt his killing intent, and at that ti, he himself could hardly give birth to resistance.

At that ti, Joyce understood that Sheffields strength was definitely a lot higher than his.

Sheffield turned. Thats right.

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Sheffield stepped into the infirmary, which he hadnt been to in five years.

He saw Chi Lang who was lying on his stomach, in an inelegant sleeping position.

He was in a very complicated mood now. Seeing Huberts magic again made him disgusted, while Chi Langs behavior caused him to fall into another irritable mood.

He rembered that the first ti he saw roses blooming, he had a sense of happiness in his heart. At that ti, he had not been so indifferent to life. He still felt that life was beautiful and roses were sunny.

A long, long ti later, he moved the rose garden to the bottom of the abyss and fell in love with the red roses in the dark.

Chi Langs actions pulled him back to that sunny afternoon when the roses were blooming.

But only for a mont.

So, Sheffield went to the library to find the most basic magic book and morized the healing spell. Then he used the healing technique on Chi Lang. His magic level was higher than Joyces, so after using the healing technique at this ti, the wound on Chi Langs back was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was the first ti he used the healing spell, and perhaps the last.

Sheffield pulled up the quilt for Chi Lang and his movents were very light.

He thought that the rose, whether in the dark or in the sun, was his.

His rose.