Rebirth Handbook

Daisy stamens, nettle thorns, long-horned deer antler, daffodil pollen, vicia arborescens, plus the feathers of green birds, can be formulated into a beautifully colored potion. This potion was researched by Silvia in the past. , Widely useful. If you wipe your fingers, your finger nails will turn into a beautiful pink color, and when you apply your lips, it will turn into a warm and blooming red. If you apply it on the skin, it will make the skin more white and clear.

Silvia made a lot of beauty medicines that she was accustomed to in the past. There were a lot of bottles and cans, colorful and different scents. After applying the care potion to the mirror, Silvia looked at the face in the mirror.

It is indeed very good to look at the outline carefully, but the traces on the face make it impossible for people to look at it. Even Silvia herself does not want to see this face. She looked away, lazily poured a few potions and mixed them together and patted her face, thinking about when to find Lirina to solve the bad magic marks on her face.

This magic is actually not difficult to crack. The trouble is that one thing must be used in order to crack this magic-the black iris flower in Lirina's garden.

Lilena's guy held her lair tightly, but unfortunately, Silvia knew exactly where her home was. If Silvia was a great magician before, of course it would be no problem to go there, but now she can only use some simple life magic with the help of a wand, like this to fight Lirina? It will undoubtedly die miserably.

However, there is no problem now, because she still has Lanza.

Thinking of this, Silvia smiled. Lansa ran out before and didn't come back all afternoon. Now it's raining outside, he hasn't come back yet. But so what, he will be back sooner or later, after all, she is still here.

The notorious dark magister Lansa actually liked her, the saint of light. No matter what kind of person he is, whether he is deep-minded or simple, as long as he likes her, she can win beautifully. Love is the most advantageous weapon if used well.

The saint Silvia is the best at playing with people's hearts. The saints of the past Illuminati are all puppets in the hands of the archbishop. Except for practicing magic to extend the life of the archbishop, they have no abilities, and they are involuntarily manipulated, even by those nobles.

But Silvia was different. She entered the Holy See at the age of three, without any support by her side, but in more than 20 years, she can gain the prestige and reputation far surpassing the previous saints, as well as outstanding magical abilities, and have the capital to resist the Holy See. The most authoritative archbishop. This is certainly because her face is good-looking enough and her physique has advantages, but in any case, it is inseparable from her own methods.

Silvia remembered very early. Her initial life was unsatisfactory because her family was a rundown little nobleman. Later, her father died, and her mother took her to her stepfather’s house. The fat, rich, pig-like stepfather arrived. Now she can still remember clearly, remembering that she was wearing a ring with no more than a dozen gems on her greasy hand and a huge gold chain on her sturdy neck. He looked at her, and the crowded face was wacky and weird. Smile.

She was only two years old at the time, but she knew how to deal with someone she didn't like, so her hapless stepfather hadn't touched her, and fell down'accidentally' on a thunderous night. Stairs, when the maid found his body the next day, the blood was almost drained.

Two-year-old Silvia was wearing a white silk pajamas that night, like a cute doll, sitting on the stairs with a smile watching the man's blood soaked in the patterned carpet.

She has been different since she was a child, so when she enters the Holy See, she can use her angelic appearance to be loved by others, use those who like herself to deal with those who she wants to get rid of, wait for her to be bigger and learn magic ...There are many magics that are very useful. If they are combined, if you want to make a person disappear, you only need a light spell.

Under the most beautiful and pure face is the most ruthless heart, and the language covered with honey is the most poisonous poison. People who are confused by her are like mosquitoes, falling in the spider's web, unable to break free, and can only become food for her survival in the end.

When she became an adult, there were already countless nobles, magicians, and priests of the Holy See, because of her face and the gentle illusion, they became ministers under her skirts. So many men are willing to give all of their treasures in order to get her eyes, and fanatics are even willing to open their hearts for her, just to let her see their true heart.

Oh, there is such a person, it is a pity that she has forgotten her name. The guy dug out his heart, he was extremely stupid. The expression on his face was compassionate and sad, but his heart was indifferent to sarcasm, and he couldn't be touched even the slightest bit of such a genuine and hot feeling.

Men have always been meaningless to Silvia. They can be useful tools that can be used by her to deal with people they don’t like, or they can be jokes. When they are bored, they can watch them for fun, but more It's the weeds on the roadside, it's not worth letting her take a look.

Lansa, in fact, is not a unique admirer. Silvia has seen too many admirers, but the timing of Lansa's appearance is very good. It happened that she was in trouble, and all the looks and magic powers she relied on were gone. So she is willing to spend her mind to get his help and deeper love.

The deeper he loves, the more things he can do for her. Silvia, who was sitting lazily on the scarlet soft chair, stretched out her fingers and brushed her red lips. The dim light traced half of her face, and fell in her twinkling eyes, like a mysterious and dangerous spell, but also like A demon rose from the silt.

"What a lucky man, I hope you can bear my'love'."

Lanza sat next to the corpses of the light knights for a long time again, all wet, her long black hair knotted together, dripping continuously, and all the drops of water dripping from her long eyelashes fell on her. Up on hand.

He hugged his knees and lowered his head. After a while, he turned to look at the pile of skeletons next to him, and he hesitantly asked them: "Have you... ever met her?"

Of course the skeleton didn't speak, so Lanza looked at the hollow eyes of the skeletons and muttered to himself, "She is so soft." After speaking, he blushed, putting all his hair in front of him and covering his eyes. "I dare not go back, will she be angry? I didn't touch her on purpose."

"She definitely doesn't want me to touch her."

In the end he went back, he was worried about what happened to Silvia in the dark tower alone. Opening the door quietly, Lansa found that only one light was left on Silvia, and she was already asleep. Realizing this, Lanza immediately relaxed. He raised his sleeves and found that the clothes were all full of water and a little heavy.

Without daring to make a sound, Lansa closed the door and walked quietly to the bathroom, took a step to look at Silvia, her lips were pale because of the water, but her cheeks were red.

A soft sound of water rang in the bathroom, and Silvia rolled over. She closed her eyes and could hear some subtle noises. When Lansa came in with water vapor outside, his shoes stepped on the ground and made a whispering sound of water. He probably realized this after two steps, and took off He took off his shoes and went into the bathroom barefoot. His breathing was very light, and he kept his breath several times, and couldn't help but exhale slowly at the end.

He took a shower and came out, paused outside the space she had separated, and then walked gently to his own side. He probably didn't look at the road when he was walking, he accidentally hit something, probably a vase she placed there. Fortunately, he caught it again, and didn't let the big vase fall, but made a click.

Then he finally went to bed and went to bed. There was no other sound except for the soft breathing.

Silvia listened carefully in the dark, only to hear the cautiousness in every movement of him, and the love that was hidden but almost impossible to hide.

Lansa didn't move, and Silvia began to sleep. In fact, she hasn't slept well these days. A person who doesn't know the details is so close to her, which makes her feel particularly insecure. She looks like she sleeps every day, but in fact she sleeps very shallowly, as long as Lanza has something Action, she can wake up quickly.

The next day, Silvia did not talk to Lansa about the previous day. She spoke softly and harmlessly, and with a little imperceptible plea, she said to Lansa: "Mr. Lansa, can you accompany me to one? local?"

Lanza sat opposite her, gnawing on the bread she made without saying a word, and nodded soon after hearing this.

After Silvia knew what he was thinking, she was no longer surprised that he quickly agreed to everything. Her eyes were clean and clear, and Lansa's figure reflected, "Don't you ask me where I am going?"

Lansa stopped and looked up at her quickly, her voice muffled and somewhat vague, "Where are you going?"

Silvia said: "Go to Lilena's house, she just happened to be away these days, we just go to her yard and pick a black iris flower, it's not a difficult thing."

Lansa reacted, that should be the magic material to restore her appearance. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty, because he hadn't known what was thinking in his mind all the time, and he could not take care of Silvia well, so she had to let her mention him to remember everything. He said he would help her restore her appearance.

"I can pick it for you by myself. You can stay here." Lanza thought that she would go on the road quickly by herself, so as not to let Silvia run with her, and the woman Lilena is not easy to deal with. Go, maybe it will hurt Silvia, Silvia is so kind and doesn't want to hurt others, he is worried.

Silvia poured him a glass of milk, "I want to go, will you take me with me? I have been growing up in the Holy See, and I rarely go out, I want to see."

Lanza immediately agreed without any promise.

He changed to a six-horse-horse-horse-horse-horse-horse-horse carriage for the undead, and the larger carriage could put more things. This time he remembered to help Silvia open the door, holding her soft hand and sending her up.

The black undead horse started to run silently.