Southern Europe.
The small country here has long been destroyed, and was annexed by several big countries. The population has been relocated, recuperated, and has recovered a bit of vitality.
It rained at night, sprinkled on the mottled stone roads, the street lights were dim, and there were few pedestrians, making this thousand-year-old town vaguely return to the Middle Ages.
"Da da da!"
"Da da da!"
The crisp and rhythmic sound of horseshoes pierced through the rain, and a black-painted carriage appeared ghostly on the street. The rain was blocked ten centimeters away, and the puppet horse stopped in front of an old two-story building with its golden eyes open.
The car door opened, and two men in black with hoods and cloaks got out. When they entered, the puppet horse snorted and disappeared like a ghost.
"Schroeder, Harry, you are late!"
There were already three guys sitting in the room, typical Europeans, who exuded neither strong nor weak magical fluctuations. This is a branch of the Gaul Magic Association. They are all in charge and hold salon gatherings regularly.
"There were some glitches in the experiment, I'm very sorry."
Schroeder has sleek platinum-blond hair, a straight nose, and the blood of Gaul nobles flowing in his body.
"Oh? You haven't given up on that transformation plan yet?" the companion asked curiously.
"Of course not. If I successfully integrate the blood of the long-eared beast, my lifespan will be extended by at least three hundred years, and a brand new magic system will also be created!"
"Hehe, good luck to you then."
The companions were very disapproving of his plan, and they talked about the latest interesting things after a few casual words.
The sofa here is big and soft, the black tea is fragrant and strong, and a fire elf made by alchemy is lying in the fireplace, controlling the temperature of the whole house.
"Druids have been very restless recently. I heard that they will accept monsters and build homes to live together. They are really a group of primitive guys!"
"Monsters can only be driven and used by us, how can they be regarded as the same life?"
"The one on the island doesn't care?"
"She? It is said that she broke through the bottleneck and went to another world, but has not returned yet."
"Oh, it's a pity that we were suppressed by a barbaric woman..."
In today's West, magic and alchemy are the mainstream, and the practitioners have a superior family background. Many people still inherit nobles, pay attention to exquisite etiquette, and seek eternal truth.
The number of druids is slightly less, and most of them are learned by low-level civilians. They are natural, casual, and liberating in nature.
The classes and philosophies of the two are naturally in conflict, and they have become deadly rivals. In addition, there are other branches such as divination, astrology, witchcraft, and curses, and the total number can reach dozens of categories.
The five of them were chatting leisurely, the fire elf was sleeping lightly, and on the table next to him, white fine sand flowed in the delicate hourglass.
"Everyone, I have some new news..."
Harry, who was the oldest, took a sip of tea, took out the magic pipe from his pocket, wiped it casually and put it back, saying: "A day ago, my tutor wrote, saying that the Holy See is vigorously developing believers and preparing to rebuild parishes around the world. The first batch of lists That includes here."
"Holy See?"
The four looked at each other, feeling rather funny, "Do they still have energy?"
"Is the new bishop crazy? Do you still want to be plowed by a druid?"
"This is the territory of the association, are you making a mistake?"
"Blind student, you have discovered Huadian, Harry may really be mistaken."
"Quiet, be quiet!"
Harry was suspicious, slightly annoyed, and knocked on the table, "You don't have to believe me, but you shouldn't question my mentor, he is..."
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A sudden knock on the door interrupted his content, and the five of them were shocked. The house was protected by a magic circle and could not be easily approached. But now, the other party actually came close and knocked on the door grandiosely.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Guests from afar, please see you." The voice was clear and warm, diluting the cold rain.
"..."
Harry gestured, stood up by himself, and pulled gently.
"Squeak!"
Harry was taken aback for a moment. It wasn't a druid or a devil outside, but a thin figure, short chestnut hair, and a handsome young man in a white cloth robe.
He has a pair of green pupils, full of the breath of life in spring, and the undulations on his body are serene and smooth, making one very comfortable.
"It's raining late at night, can you go in and have a cup of tea?" The young man smiled.
"Please come in."
Harry frowned and turned sideways, letting the man into the room.
The man glanced around, bowed slightly, "My name is Thomas, I'm from the Holy See, and I'm in charge of building the parish here."
"..."
After uttering a word, the five of them looked at each other for a moment, but they calmed down, as long as they knew where they came from.
With a gesture of Schroeder's hand, the puppet servant brought a new refreshment and said with a smile: "I heard the news a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to arrive so soon. The journey was hard."
"Thank you for hospitality."
Thomas still had a gentle smile, tasted a piece of dessert, drank half a cup of black tea, and said: "Schroeder, Harry, Obas, Vilia, Mannich...the five have made a lot of noise in the local area and are planning to build The project in the diocese is huge and costly, and I need to trouble you a lot."
"Hmph, what does the Holy See mean? The Magic Association has been here for twelve years, and you want to seize the territory, have you asked our opinion?" Harry snorted coldly.
"No need to ask, it's all God's will."
Thomas looked at each other and said softly: "Magic originated from the primitive age. It was witchcraft by demons. God saves the world. Naturally, you will be incorporated into the Holy See."
"Bold!"
The five shouted in unison, and Schroeder, who was the most polite, didn't care about his demeanor. Harry finally took out his pipe, "We don't talk to rude guys, please go back!"
After finishing speaking, he pointed his finger and quickly uttered a series of incantations.
Peng!
A large amount of white smoke spewed out from the pipe, as flexible as life, drowning the opponent in minutes.
This is his housekeeping skill. He used a pipe instead of a wand, and developed a set of offensive and defensive systems based on smoke by himself. He has made countless achievements and is highly appreciated by the association.
As a result, this time, the smog entangled, and a soft light gushed out of it, without any dangerous aura, but like sunlight dispelling the smog, breaking the magic easily.
The young man showed his figure, still looking gentle, and sighed: "God is merciful, and people who have lost their way will eventually return to God's embrace..."
With a wave of his right hand, the light burst out instantly, penetrating into the minds of the five people bit by bit.
"Um... um..."
Harry's feet were lifted ten centimeters from the ground, and he felt his body stiffen, completely uncontrollable. And the consciousness has become sluggish, as if a part has been dug out of thin air, and a new part has been filled in.
Unknowingly, the four of them got used to it and enjoyed the warmth and comfort of the light.
Only Schroeder still had a trace of struggle in his eyes, and his last thoughts twitched suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something. His face was terrified, even distorted, and he pointed at the young man tremblingly, "Many, many..."
Thomas, one of the twelve disciples of the Son.