One afternoon a few days later.
In a cafe near St. Byron's College.
Felice Novo was stirring a cup of hot cocoa out of boredom. He looked up at the door from time to time, but always looked away in disappointment.
Touching the patch on his face, he smiled bitterly and murmured:
"I hope Raphael won't laugh at me later..."
"Hahaha!"
Feliceano immediately heard laughter.
He turned around in astonishment and saw a handsome young man with long brown curly hair bending over in an eavesdropping posture with a wanton smile on his face.
"Raphael, you bastard!"
Felice Nou cursed with an embarrassed smile, and punched his friend Raphael hard on the arm.
"Long time no see, my dear friend."
Raphael, dressed in a close-fitting high-collared aristocratic costume, hugged Feliceano cordially and then sat opposite him.
"It's been almost half a year... Where have you been during this time? I can't find any news about you. I even suspect that you have died quietly in some corner of the world!"
Felice Anno said quickly, and added:
"I received your letter unexpectedly yesterday. What a pleasant surprise!"
"It's a long story..."
There was a hint of disappointment on Raphael's smiling face.
He first called the waiter and asked him for a cup of bitter coffee, then he said to Felice Novo:
"Let's not talk about me first. How come I heard that you were beaten up by the eldest son of the Bero family a few days ago?"
"Ah, you know the character of Pask. He and a few noble boys humiliated me. I was so angry that I started quarreling with them..."
Felice Anno looked a little embarrassed.
Raphael shook his head:
"You are still the same, always doing things without considering the consequences. They are extraordinary people, and no matter what, you will be the only one who suffers."
"But I can't let them insult my father and family..."
Felice Nou said seriously.
"But the problem has been solved, thanks to a new senior I met. He taught Pask and his gang a lesson for me... The Bello family originally wanted to seek justice, but for some reason, they suddenly stopped this morning. Even Pask and his gang dropped out of school as if they had agreed to do so."
"Senior?"
Raphael frowned slightly.
"Yes, we are both students of the same professor..."
Felice Novo then told his best friend Raphael about the time he had been studying under Teacher Jack.
Raphael's eyes showed contemplation, and his long curly hair fell down, revealing an elegant beauty. At this time, the waiter came with hot bitter coffee, and he thanked him and gave him a few red coins as a tip.
"Felice Anno, your professor is not a simple one, right?"
He smiled as he drank his coffee.
Felice Anno raised his eyebrows and said proudly and mysteriously:
"Of course. I heard from my senior that Professor Jack is not only a high-ranking saint like Principal Hugo, but also has a respectful title in the mysterious field, called 'White Scale Dragon'..."
Raphael's hand holding the coffee froze, and surprise flashed in his eyes under his long hair.
"Your Majesty Jackspeight..."
"Raphael, do you know the professor?"
Felice Novo asked in confusion.
"No, I don't... I also hope to know such an important person, but it's impossible."
Raphael smiled to himself.
"It's just that in the past six months, when I was in the mysterious field, I heard a lot about her deeds. You are lucky to have His Majesty Jack as your master, and I envy you."
"So... you haven't solved that big problem yet?"
Feliceano seemed to have heard something from his best friend's words and asked with concern.
Raphael fell silent.
He took a deep breath, then shook his head solemnly.
"I tried... but no matter what I did, I couldn't get rid of that dream. And almost everyone in the family, including my father, hoped that I could wake up the ancestor for the sake of the family..."
Raphael was talking, and suddenly realized something, so he stopped talking about this topic and said softly:
"Forget it, Felice No, I shouldn't tell you this. It will hurt you."
“What are you talking about? For so many years, I have been helping you find a solution, but unfortunately... Well, I am also a superhuman now. With the help of Professor Jack, I have become a scholar. I will also learn a new magic next week. I can help you!”
Felice Nou said hastily.
Raphael looked at his best friend quietly, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly smiled and shook his head to refuse.
I have already been a Sequence 5 wax sculptor, and I have made no progress in my travels for more than half a year. What can the other party, a newly promoted transcendent, do
But thinking back on the past, Raphael's expression softened.
Next to the mountain villa where the Melt family lived was once the secluded place of the Mitchell family. The two of them were childhood friends who had a good relationship and could talk about anything.
As Raphael grew up, his talent became more and more prominent. Not only did he step into the mysterious realm at the age of twelve and become a Sequence Nine Tomb Robber of the Earth Element, but he also made rapid progress in the following years. On the eve of his twentieth birthday, he was already a Sequence Six Gargoyle.
This stems from Raphael's particularity.
A trace of the mythical blood of his ancestors flows in his body!
At the same time, it is also accompanied by a certain "curse"...
Several years ago, Raphael began to dream about a strange cemetery frequently. He had a hunch that inside the huge and ancient coffin in the middle lay his family's ancestor, Sid Mitchell!
Every time Raphael had a dream, he would feel intense discomfort and pain. There were even several times when he almost lost control because of the gloomy atmosphere in the cemetery.
At first, out of fear, he only told this to his only good friend, Felice Anno... But this friend was just an ordinary person at the time, and apart from comforting him, he had no other way to deal with it.
Raphael later turned to his father and his family for help. Instead of being surprised, these people were delighted and extremely excited, believing that this was a call from their ancestors, and that Raphael was the medium connecting the two parties and the hope for reviving the family...
More than half a year ago, Raphael was fed up with the double torture of stress and nightmares. He left a letter to Felice Novo, saying that he would find a solution on his own, and then disappeared.
It was not until yesterday that he informed his friends of his return.
"Can't you try to wake up your ancestor?"
Felice Nou was silent for a while, then asked cautiously.
"Maybe if she wakes up, your family will indeed become better, and you won't have this dream anymore..."
"no."
Raphael shook his head seriously.
"I tried to get close to the coffin, but as I got closer, my sanity quickly drained away. I'm afraid I'd lose control before I even touched it... Perhaps I can only resolve this matter once I'm promoted to a higher position."
He said this and sighed.
And there was one thing Raphael hadn't told Feliceano, which was that about half a year ago, some changes had taken place in the cemetery in the dream... A small white snake had appeared on the coffin.
He didn't know what this meant, but he always felt it was dangerous.
"Don't worry, Felice Anno, the reason I came back this time is because I got a clue..."
Raphael looked at his friend's worried expression and consoled him.
"There is a deserted island ruins in the foggy sea 300 kilometers northeast of Qidi Port. There may be a kind of extraordinary material there. The medicine made from it can temporarily block this influence, so that I can enjoy a period of peace."
"I'll go with you. Who knows what dangers there might be? One more person means more strength!"
Felice Nou said quickly.
He was worried that Raphael would refuse, so he used his trump card:
“If it doesn’t work, I’ll ask the professor for help, or ask Senior Polaris and the others to go with me… Senior is already a Destiny Sequence Six Extraordinary, and the two senior sisters are also Sequence Seven. They are all very powerful! Besides, my family is rich, and I can pay them a large sum of money. They will agree!”
Raphael opened his mouth, ready to refuse.
But after seeing Feliceano's resolute expression, he couldn't help but think about it again. He felt that this would indeed be safer, so he nodded and said:
"Okay... But I'll pay for it, and you don't have to bother Her Majesty Jack. You may not know what it means to be her student, but I can tell you that most people in the mysterious field don't have your good luck... You have to learn to cherish it, so don't let this little thing of mine lower her evaluation and impression of you."
"Is that so... Yeah, okay then."
Felice Nou said as if he understood.
He looked at the finished hot cocoa in his hand and smiled:
"Let's eat something first. We haven't eaten together for a long time."
"Give me a portion..."
As soon as Raphael opened his mouth, Feliceano had already picked up the menu and told the waiter:
"One red wine braised oxtail, one seafood fried rice, two platters and dim sum, and..."
Felice turned her head and winked at him:
"Your taste hasn't changed, has it? I remember you liked seafood fried rice the best."
"Of course it hasn't changed."
Raphael smiled with emotion.
Then, while eating, the two chatted about each other's lives over the past six months. After a moment, Felice Novo said in distress:
"I don't know why I've been feeling unlucky lately... I fall down when I walk in the academy, get hit by a carriage on the road, and almost get burned to death in a burning room when I get home."
Raphael listened, slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, and his expression became serious... His first reaction was to think of the mysterious incident, and his friend might have been affected by something.
He put down the spoon and asked:
"Have you made enemies with anyone recently?"
"No... except for Pask and his gang, of course."
Felice Nou curled his lips.
Raphael frowned and thought for a while, then asked again:
"It shouldn't be them... Have you ever picked up or bought anything strange?"
"No... Hey, two weeks ago I gave alms to a beggar on the street, and he gave me a ring. Does that count?"
"show me."
Raphael said in a deep voice.
Feliceano took out a ring from his pocket and handed it to his friend. After Raphael took it, his brows furrowed even deeper.
The ring was bronze in color, inlaid with a cheap square emerald, and engraved with an oblique cross in the middle.
Raphael could clearly sense that this ring contained extraordinary power, as well as some malice and curse.
"That's what brought you down, Feliceano."
He looked up and said.
Felice Nou looked a little stunned.
"In the future, you must stay away from such strange things."
As a genius of the Michel family, Raphael was trained since childhood and mingled in the mysterious field when he grew up. He knew this very well.
He used his fingers to crush the ring, and the cheap gem on it turned into powder.
Felice Anno inexplicably felt a sense of comfort in his body.
"Thank you, Raphael. I feel like... my body is getting lighter."
"That's right."
Raphael smiled and shook his head.
"And what are you thanking me for? You weren't so reserved before."
Felice Nou laughed and asked immediately:
"By the way, when are you planning on leaving for the deserted island ruins?"
"Next week... Friday morning."
Raphael thought for a moment and said softly.