In the night sky of May, the constellation of Herotas, the Lord of the Winds, shines brightly in the sky. www.biquge.info It is a light green ring set with a deep blue diamond composed of eight stars, which is also the most dazzling diamond in the colorful starry sky.

This ring is the Ring of the Storm of Hilotas.

Legend has it that when Hilotas had not yet raised his constellation, he met a woman wearing a white flower crown, extremely powerful and beautiful, and Hilotas was so shocked that he immediately pursued it and even wanted to give her the Ring of the Storm. But the woman smiled and rejected his pursuit and gift, and then disappeared without a trace.

It wasn't until a long time later that Hilotas finally raised his constellation, and when he saw that the flower crown of Villasis was so familiar, he knew that the woman he met at the beginning was actually Villasis, the goddess of life walking in the earthly world, and he couldn't help but hide away in shame, even if he later became the most powerful of the twelve gods, he still hid in the starry sky of May, looking at the white corolla of January from afar.

In the Moonlight lounge, Aeno and Barron listened to Merlin's story with wide eyes, lest they miss any details. Marcus yawned and flipped through a mechanical manual, amused to see that Emonor and Barron were listening.

"The Lord of the Wind is not like the God of War who only raised his constellation thousands of years ago, and the Ring of the Storm in the records I have seen has been hanging high in the night sky, if it is said that when Shilotas did not raise his constellation, how long ago was it, you really believe this kind of legend!" Marcus said with a smile in a Gessock tone.

Emino then cast an angry look, clearly unhappy that Marcus had interrupted her story.

Barron had also rolled up his sleeves, his clothes were very light in early summer, and the Kadir boy gently pulled to reveal most of his thick and strong arms, and the clear muscle lines made Marcus break out in a cold sweat.

"Oh, the story, it doesn't have to be true, just be interesting!" Marcas sneered, his mouth really had to be managed, at least he had to learn to weigh the size of someone else's fist before speaking.

He subconsciously leaned closer to the Vesdemon, decisively threw the mechanical manual aside, and looked at Morin with a blank eye: "Morin, keep talking, I want to hear it too!"

"It's a distant legend, but maybe it's true......" Merlin stretched.

The boy looked at the clock dial on the wall and said, "That's all for today, I'm going to go to bed early today." ”

Saying that, he grabbed the black fire next to him, and Xiao Hei still just held the magic crystal card and sucked it, living a leisurely life of eating, drinking, and sleeping, but Mo Lin noticed that after the candy night, that is, the night Xiao Hei claimed to have eaten someone else's hand, its magic ability went up a new level.

Now Xiao Hei is not only familiar with the levitation technique, but also the mirror shadow technique is also powerful, and he can shake out three phantoms that are difficult to distinguish between true and false with a flicker, and if he doesn't pay attention, sometimes even Mo Lin can't tell which one is real.

I took another exam today, the unit and calculation of the sharp-nosed teacher, and judging from the relieved expression on the face, Barron wrote at least a few answers correctly, and he didn't need to take this course again next year.

Half of May has passed, counting the course taken today, three courses have been completed, and several people have relaxed a lot, and they also come to the common room to relax in their spare time.

"So early?" Barron couldn't help but be stunned when he heard that Morin was going to bed so early.

He is already a model of going to bed early and getting up late, and even he is not sleepy, Mo Lin actually said that he wants to sleep.

"Maureen, are you unwell?" asked Aeno with concern.

"By the way, you still have a chess game tomorrow. Marcas said: "But the kyanite team has been taken down, and there must be no problem with the White Tower team of the White Tower War Academy!"

With a look of surprise on their faces, Emino and Barron stood up to return to their dorm room to rest.

Maureen nodded and said nothing.

Although the simulated war game requires a lot of energy, it is not because of this that he has to go to bed early.

He felt for the mosaic pocket beside him, which contained the mutilated Romana-based manuscript.

The manuscript is from the library and is entitled "The Fall of Loronda: Darkness in the Shadows", which records the general history of a small kingdom called Lorenta in the Third Age, from its birth to its destruction for more than 200 years, but on the last and most crucial page, most of the paper has been cut off and disappeared.

Perhaps someone deliberately destroyed the manuscript because they didn't want them to investigate the content, but Maureen later discovered that he could "learn" the missing content through his special abilities.

Tonight, he wanted to try again.

The last time I tried it was before I came into contact with "Maureen Callander's Little Puddle of Magic".

That time, through his special ability, he managed to see a mark on the missing content, the mark of the pupilless eye, drawn in dark green ink on the gray-brown paper. But because his spiritual strength was not strong enough, he only saw this mark on the fragmented content.

At least Morin himself speculated that it was because the mental power was not strong enough.

Later, through the clues of the Troublemaker Alliance, the teenager determined that Professor Faith was the one who entered his dormitory and took the half-truncated cane of the vicious old man, and also believed that he had no good intentions in entering the office of Teacher Honorome, and sure enough, there was no record of his entry and exit from the House Elf.

However, under Minelma's pursuit, there was not much progress, and gradually the boy became worried again.

After the game the day before yesterday, Morin poured down countless glasses of fruit wine without refusing, and even Xiao Hei became drunk, and it is said that he was finally carried back to the dormitory by Barron. And after waking up, the boy suddenly found that his mental power had changed dramatically.

Not only has the total amount increased by leaps and bounds, but it is also much more condensed than before.

Therefore, after taking the calculation and unit examination, Maureen thought of the manuscript of Boloma, and he deliberately chose to go to bed so early, so as not to wake up too late and delay tomorrow's game.

After all, the last time he tried, he slept until the next day's history of magic class.

After a quick turn in the clearing of the enchantment, Mo Lin put Xiao Hei into the small basket at the head of the bed, and the small basket was covered with a small mattress made of Xiao Hei's favorite magic cloth and a small blanket made of magic cloth, and Black Fire comfortably got into the quilt with the magic crystal card.

Morin changed into his pajamas and lay down on the bed, his right hand lightly touching the manuscript in the cloth bag.

A cold and stereotypical voice sounded in my head: "Do you want to read the book?"

"Yes. The boy replied dryly.

He only felt his head sink and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

As Mo Lin fell into a deep sleep, Xiao Hei next to his pillow also seemed to feel sleepy, and the two small green eyes narrowed and narrowed, and finally reluctantly put aside the crystal card in his mouth, pulled the small blanket, and soon began to snore......

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In Illuvita, Blood-Eyed Brand is a very special professor of the classical mage school.

Including most of the teachers, many people know that he has a strong sense of justice and responsibility, and at the same time, he is extremely accomplished in the field of magic enchantments, and he can be called a master, and he is also responsible for helping with the repair and improvement of magic enchantments in the academy. But no matter what, his blood-colored eyes always make others uncomfortable, especially students, junior students, few like him.

Not many people like to go to his office.

Brand's office is a dungeon-like underground building that also serves as his usual residence.

It is an ancient building not far from the lake, the above-ground part has been lost for too long, only a few ruins are left to be preserved as a monument, and the underground part is relatively well preserved, which Brand chose as his office and residence.

Descending the long eroded staircase, the damp musty smell of the stone walls came to my face, and the horrible stone statues had been worn away from all detail and looked ridiculously bare. At the end of the passage, through a small wooden door, is Blood-Eyed Brand's office.

According to the League of Tricksters, it used to be a famous adventure site in the academy, and this building has a complex structure underground, with large and small rooms like dungeons or tombs, layer by layer down to the depths of the ground. Students often come here in the middle of the night to tell ghost stories, and there have been several ghost story contests here.

It wasn't until later that Brand took over the place, sealing off all other entrances.

His office was not filled with many books like Anna Goo, but like Ed's grocery cabinets, shimmering powders, beating specimens, buzzing boxes, and so on.

The next room, where Brand now lives, is more like a mechanical workshop: a large mechanical workbench surrounded by extremely complex magical machines, as well as arrays of parts everywhere, and a variety of mechanical tools of unknown purpose.

The room has no windows, and the light is maintained by the lighting crystal, which is very oppressive.

It was late, or rather, it was close to dawn, but I don't know why he hadn't rested.

Brand was concentrating on something at the workbench.

I saw that his blood-colored eyes were a little deeper than usual, his right hand still looked a little black, wearing a fast-turning mechanical glove, and he was adjusting the magic array in a mechanical box, and every time the metal needle on the glove lightly touched the red magic array, a strong magic power fluctuation erupted, and I don't know what this mechanical box was used for.

Apparently due to the injury to his right hand, his movements in maneuvering the array were slightly stiffer than usual.

Time passed slowly, and he still hadn't finished it, staring at the mechanical box with blood-colored eyes, looking extremely solemn.

At this moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared beside him, which caught his attention.

He looked up warily at a metal cabinet in the corner.

The dark metal cabinet was very large and heavy, more than half a person tall, standing on a stone platform, the surface of the cabinet was engraved with dense magic enchantments and magic channels, and finding that the strange fluctuations came from this metal cabinet, Brand frowned and stopped what he was doing.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, took off the metal tool gloves and placed them on the tool surface, and walked over to the metal cabinet.

Then he opened the five fingers of his blackened right hand and pasted it on the cabinet door, and with his touch, the countless layers of magic enchantments lit up one by one, and after a burst of profound magic power fluctuations, there was a sound of mechanical turning, and the metal cabinet door slowly turned to one side.

The cabinet was large, roughly divided into five floors, and filled with all sorts of items, but Brand's blood-colored gaze immediately locked on the source of the strange fluctuation—the small gray-brown manuscript on the right side of the middle level.

The gray-brown manuscript had a curved edge on one side, presumably cut from the book by some sharp blade.

More precisely, however one looks at it, this taupe manuscript was cut from that Placo-Roman manuscript.

At this moment, in Brand's vision, there seemed to be a strange force coming from afar, gathering on this half manuscript bit by bit, and the countless magical enchantments and thick alchemical metal plates on the metal cabinet seemed to be invisible.

And this manuscript in the metal cabinet actually slowly floated, and the surface began to flow with a faint light.

Brand frowned, reached for the manuscript, a burning pain came from his black fingertips, he didn't care, carefully perceiving the strange power, and after a moment, he suddenly changed color.

He jerked back his right hand, and at the same time, a red cube that separated the space appeared, and suddenly locked the suspended half of the manuscript in it, the smooth red cube had made Xiao Hei weak for a moment, but in front of the strange power that had gathered, it was as useless as air.

Looking at the brighter and brighter manuscript, Brand's face became more and more ugly, and he slowly squeezed out a few words: "Prophecy...... Magic...... Power ......"

"Whoever is looking at this manuscript must be stopped!"

Blood-eyed Brand immediately made a decision, he pulled out a dark green magic card, it was a sixth-order card, the magic power in his body converged towards the card in an instant, and the too turbulent magic power scattered and clashed and released a large number of dazzling sparks. A moment later, the dark green card lit up slightly, and a blood-red flame appeared in front of Brand.

There was nothing special about that flame other than its eerie color, but for some reason it had an extremely terrifying feeling, like a monster that could devour everything.

The blood-colored flames drifted silently towards the gray-brown manuscript, stopping at the edge of the manuscript, which was protected by the strange power that did not change for the time being.

Brand carefully controlled the flame as he pulled out a crystal seal from the upper level of the cabinet.

Even if it was kept in a metal cabinet, there was still some dust on the crystal seal, which had obviously been left untouched for an unknown amount of time. It looks empty, but if you look closely, you can see a thin hair encapsulated in it.

The hair was thin, about two inches long, grayish-white, with a small curvature, and was distinctly different from Brand's ear-length black hair, more like the hair of an old man.

He opened the crystal seal, carefully mana to remove the thin hair, and pushed it out of thin air towards the taupe manuscript.

As soon as the hair fell to the gray-brown paper, it was immediately surrounded by that strange power.

He immediately wrapped the gray-brown manuscript in blood-red flames.

Although the power that came from the sky was strange, after all, it didn't know how much distance it had crossed, and under the scorching of the strange blood-red flames, it could still stalemate a little at first, but soon there was a gap.

On the half of the gray-brown manuscript, black spots began to appear.

Then, like a prairie fire, the black dots spread throughout the manuscript in an instant, and then there was a "pop", and the manuscript burned along with the gray hairs on it.

In the strange blood-red flames, they quickly burned to ashes, and soon there were no ashes left.

The strange power lost its attachment and dissipated.

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Not far from Brand's office, in a room on one of the towers of the old castle of the student dormitory, Maureen suddenly woke up.

Like a drowning man struggling to get ashore, he sat up violently, drenched in sweat, his heart throbbing violently, his right hand clutching his chest, gasping frantically and greedily.

Awakened, Barron and Marcus cast somewhat panicked glances.

"Yes," Morin still gasped.

"It's Professor Feith. ”