The unlucky rain kept falling. Roma was itchy and shivering from the cold. Her beard was dripping, her back was almost exposed, and her tail was hanging a few inches on the ground. The only thing that was thankful was that the rain was not salty.

Her throat purred and tried to comfort herself. Human form is very convenient, but lions are not without benefits. In recent days, the tower has been shrouded in a cloud of gloomy dark clouds, and even the magic of the security team cannot be dispelled. Everyone is in a depressed mood and in a lot of conditions. Astrologers cannot see the night sky, and the foreign ministry envoys cursed their wet coats and socks all day long. The floating clouds are covered by dull low pressure.

Only the "Ode to the Storm" and the Public Security Bureau under his command were happy. Pedestrians were in a hurry on the wet streets, and everyone was counting on going home to shelter from the rain. The continuous rain quenched, lust and the impulse of crime, and 20% of the thieves were caught every day. But Roma flipped through the newspaper and saw that the famous detective queen in the city solved any new case, as if the "Eternal Peace" in the gospel suddenly came. She didn't expect that this kind of world was so boring.

"Roma?" Sabina couldn't find her again. Every time the little lion disappeared from her vision, the astrologer would be extremely nervous. It seemed as if I could run out of the tower. "Slow down! Where are you?"

"It's here." Roma crawled back from the terrace and deliberately shook her tail hair at her.

"You can't run around here." Sabina wanted to avoid it, but behind her was the portrait. The corridor was full of precious portraits, at least a hundred years old. She had to stand still, and a fluorescent light burst out between her fingers.

The dry air flow slashed, and Roma stretched his neck comfortably until the water dripping into his ears. She jumped up and almost knocked down the sculpture. The frame was rubbed and slapped it back into its human form. "It's really dangerous."

During the process, she noticed that the person in the painting seemed familiar.

"What are you doing here? I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Roma thrust his ears. "I can't run around here, I'm here." Of course, this is not the reason, but why did she confess actively? "I know, you are afraid of Old Osvid and are afraid to die."

"Nonsense! I respect him."

"You're lying. I'd hate him."

"I'm not you. Mr. Osvid is a great astrologer. He... He is old and insists on staying up late to study astrology every day."

"Lasen is also a great astrologer." As for staying up late, she could hear the old astrologer snoring in the bedroom every day.

"You know, this is different." Sabina grabbed her hand dissatisfiedly, "Let's go quickly, it's easy to be encountered here. Lord Prophet closed the conference room." She looked around suspiciously and was about to run down the stairs.

However, Roma was not dragged by her. "You won't come to the commander, are you?" asked the astrologer.

Of course Roma wouldn't be stupid enough to give the answer. "Are you scared? Who told me about this?"

Sabina's expression was probably quite regretful. When she revealed her worries, she never expected that Roma had the courage to do so. In terms of the idea of ​​causing trouble, she was far inferior to the other party. When the little lion fled the tower, she was completely behind. "No!" After all, Sabina still has a little memory.

"I didn't say what I was going to do." Little Lion Roma had already walked to the door of the conference hall.

Since the fate gathering had not been held yet, the door was closed and lying in the crack of the door. She could see the sofa inside and the locked lounge on the side, but she couldn't see it completely.

"Don't go over." Sabina almost screamed loudly.

Roma stopped, but only for a second. The astrologer rushed through the corridor and pulled her sleeve, but after igniting the fire, the difference in profession made her unable to effectively block it. Roma controlled the magic power and caused the mystery to come into her eyes, and then pushed open the door.

"No one inside." She felt fooled. The prophet closed the meeting room, but there was nothing inside. Sabina was lying to me?

At this moment, the locked door opposite the sofa suddenly burst out with a muffled sound, as if something in the lounge was sank on the door panel. The two little ghosts were scared, but there was only one loud noise, without a follow-up. The shock was a little calmer, and they watched the wood tremble and dust fell down, and they were sure that they were not an illusion before.

"Who?" Roma stretched out her claws. Something was wrong. "The door was locked from the outside, is that right?" She turned her head and asked her companions for confirmation.

"Let's run!" Sabina begged.

"Shh." She leaned closer instead. "I'm about to ask. Lord Commander?"

Although she was so tempted, she would never believe it if the other party responded positively. The commander had no reason to use knocking on the door as a reply, and he should be straightforward.

The astrologer seemed to be saying something, but the door trembled again. Footsteps came from the corridor, light and dense. "Someone is coming!" She kept looking back, and at the same time she replied to the little lion with a pleading and reproaching look.

Roma thought she was calmer than her, but when she approached the lounge, the door panel vibrated even more violently, almost falling off the wall, and her heartbeat accelerated. The overwhelming fear grew from the gap, as if a large dark cloud was pressing towards her, Roma was saliva.

After returning to the tower, she almost forgot the feeling of being suppressed by mystery. The air seemed to condense into ice and slid into her lungs along the trachea. In the core of Ms. Mabel's cottage and the Mystery of Pain, the Black Knight and the Mercury Lord, and even the damn wizard of Azrube, they all brought her such a difficult feeling.

"Don't do stupid things, Roma!" Sabina begged.

The little lion already regretted it, but danger was a premonition, not reality. She believed that Bai Zhizhe would not hurt her... Well, in fact, it wasn't that sure. How would I notify him? The footsteps in the corridor were closer and more urgent, and the door of the lounge was vibrating more violently. Sabina covered her eyes. We would be caught in the next second.

For this reason, she didn't see Roma suddenly grabbing the edge of the cracked door, and then pulled her hand back like frightened.

With a thud, Roma saw something flashing across her hand. It was mostly a magic of blockade, just like the door when she was confined. She was a little doubtful about her guess, was it a white messenger inside? The great astrologer might also borrow the lounge...

"Eberly." she whispered.

The patrol guards broke into the conference hall. Roma grabbed Sabina and dragged her down the windowsill. The poor astrologer lost his support and fell from the bottomless spire into the boundless sea of ​​clouds. He burst into uncontrollable screams of horror. They fell between the wet and heavy clouds, and the rain rushed towards them.

In a short moment, Roma opened the standard longbow of the maintenance department—it could only be stolen—and then aimed at the top of her head. In the heavy rain, the mysterious creatures could not open their eyes, but she was not worried about losing her target.

"Lingxi"

The mark glowed in her vision. The arrows pierced into the clouds with ropes. A few seconds later, a sudden pulling force came from her wrist, and the severe pain almost let her go. Roma grabbed the rope tightly, and the magic power flowed between the fascia, and finally ended the fall. Sabina hugged her neck, and the two of them swayed back and forth in the air like a pendulum. Her strength was not inferior to me, and the little lion felt it was difficult to breathe.

They fell down at most three layers. Roma struggled to climb up the terrace fixed by the rope, and there was a layer of newspaper floating down at his feet. The paper scraps became wet in the rain. The arrow was nailed into the crack of the ground, and the metal pole was bent. She pulled out the arrow and glared at Sabina, complaining, "You have become a lot of heavy."

The astrologer was dizzy and was still trembling on the floor. "I'm growing up! Not like you."

"Shh, just a little bit." The rope was cut off by her. "There are people upstairs. Did they open the door?"

"You actually think I care about this!?"

"Oh, you're so lazy."

The astrologer pounced on her and pinched her neck: "Why drag me down! We can't fly!"

"I can't fall down, coward." The mysterious anti-gravity field at the bottom of the tower is stronger than Bloomnott's. They also discussed the game of jumping down and playing, but were severely scolded by the passing astrologer Osvid. For Sabina's sake, Roma did not laugh at her anymore. "Okay, don't speak out, I'll listen carefully."

The higher the level, the better the sound insulation effect, but the terrace is the exception. Roma pricked up his ears and tried his best to capture every sound, footsteps and impacts above his head. But no one spoke. There was no voice throughout the process. Could it be that someone came? She couldn't judge.

However, the roar stopped. After a sharp breaking sound, Roma finally distinguished his footsteps. The two, one of them was very familiar, and most of them were their mentor Larsen. As for the other, she could only be certainly not the "Silver Cross". Sabina said that the old astrologer walked like he was floating on a carpet, but this person's footsteps were very heavy. She held her breath, but her arms were unconsciously growing hair.

"It's so cold." Sabina trembled again.

The cold air flow slashed into the terrace, and Roma watched the rain freeze. It seemed that Sabina didn't lie to me, and the commander was indeed in the conference room. In just a moment, they began to exhale the white mist. The little lion picked up the bow and arrow and dragged the trembling astrologer down the stairs.

...

A few yards away, the frost spreading from the top followed their watery steps and frozen the corridor until a layer of light lit up at the corner. In the misty light, the condensation suddenly ended, and the frost flowers shattered into pieces and disappeared into the fluff of the carpet.

...

When they dry themselves in magic, Sabina finally had the opportunity to ask: "What did you do to him?"

Unexpectedly, she noticed the small movement, and Roma was shocked. "Why are you always staring at me?"

"Last time when I went to knock on the door, the commander just needed me to leave." This is not a basis. "He was angry when I brought you here this time!"

When she ran to the Gray Winged Bird Island alone, the White Messenger was not angry. Roma suspected that most of their impression of the commander was misunderstanding caused by imagination. "When it comes to this, why are you looking for the commander?"

"I... am responsible for notifying the emergency." Sabina quickly crossed the topic, "But this time it's different. Roma! How could you just go there? We almost got frozen. What the hell is going on?"

"I threw Eberly in."

Sabina didn't hear clearly: "Who?"

“Eberly.”

The astrologer looked at her in disbelief, as if the one who had just been thrown into the lounge by Roma was not the mentor's ring, but a lit firework. "You are so crazy!"

"Is that?" the little lion yawned, "Fortunately I didn't throw the peppers. Oh, now we don't have to go to the library every day."

Sabina didn't understand: "No more?"

"What Uriel said, only to me!" It seems that he also knew that Sabina was always bad. Roma was very proud. "He will come back to the tower soon and discuss things with his mentor. I will inform the Minister of Foreign Affairs about his movements. What's wrong with this?" Otherwise she would not provoke the commander, "Anyway, I'll help him! I'll be the envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!" She ran excitedly.

"Dream you! Your lockdown period hasn't passed yet!"

Roma staggered and fell to the middle of the aisle with his face.

...

The sofa emitted a burnt smell, burning cotton wool coiled between the collision airflow, and Mars and ice chips flew around. Larsen quickly raised the dictionary to block a sharp wooden thorn. When he put down his hand, he found that the hard shell cover was pierced. "This is a rare book." He hurriedly hid behind a statue to check the possibility of rescuing the dictionary.

"Okay, it's all ruined." He concluded.

The change alarmed the Fate Assembly, but the Prophet disappeared. Larson arranged the duty staff to inform the next few floors, and completely blocked the conference room. Even members of the Fate Assembly could not enter the lounge at this moment. In fact, he didn't have to worry about it. Since the Prophet gave the order, no one was willing to come to this floor.

Larsen also speculated about the whereabouts of the mentor.

"There is no one on this floor, yours." The guard on duty reported in the cold wave, "except for the masters of these hair..."

"...and my apprentice." Two naughty kids. Larson's head hurts, but he has no good idea. Roma doesn't listen to the discipline. Although Sabina is obedient, she has never been the one who comes up with ideas. When the same thing happens next time, she will only be dragged away by the little lion... In short, you can never count on them. "Are they injured?"

"If hair removal is counted." Several golden lion hair was blown away by the wind.

"Why teach her to drop a few more." Larson sighed. He stuffed the destroyed dictionary to the other party: "Take it to the club and ask Lord Sidney to help repair it. When I come out, remember to ask me, 'Do you need to draw someone from the maintenance department to repair the lounge'. Remember."

"Uh, I'm going to inform the maintenance department, sir?"

"No. Remember to ask me what... do you remember which sentence it was?"

"I remember, Your Excellency."

"Very good. You have a good future. Let's go." Larsen witnessed the confused guards rolling and clambering downstairs. These guys were very crisis-conscious.

He turned around and drew a stroke behind the statue. The golden magic pattern spread on the stone surface and then opened the door. Fortunately, there was a gap between stars, otherwise I would have been able to cross this distance with my legs.

The room was not cold. The cold and frost were rejected by higher mysteries and could not appear here. The prophet Demoses of the tower blocked the window and was poking out half of his body to close the window. After seeing Larson, he raised his eyebrows happily. "Guess what I saw?" The voice sounded in his heart.

"Moon." Larsen replied.

"Not only. There are witches and cats flying in the moon."

It turned out that they escaped from there. "It seems that I have to inform the maintenance department to strengthen the windows."

"Let them fly, anyway, I'm not going to go to the sea of ​​clouds to catch them." The saint closed the window, "Roma threw this thing on my head." Yeyu's ring Eberly lay quietly in his palm. It skillfully pretended to die.

This little devil! She's finished. Larson didn't know how to answer, "What else did she throw away?"
To be continued...