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The sea was shrouded in a layer of mist, thin, but for some reason obscured the brilliance of the stars, and only the gentle moonlight could barely pass through the thin veil, sprinkling a faint frost on the surface of the sea. The sea seemed shallow, for there were bits and pieces of green light in the water, and the dim light seemed to be scattered from the bottom of the sea, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

In the troubadour's story, the name of this shallow sea has many different prefixes, Dark Moon, Netherworld, White Bones, Eternal Sleep, but the most popular name is that it is called the Dead Sea.

Because the sea is forever calm and waveless, as if it had lost its life, there is no living creature in the sea, at least no living creature still in the sea. Legend has it that if you chase those faint green rays into the sea, you will see that those rays are actually soul fires, burning namelessly in the hollow eye sockets.

For thousands of years, this dark legend has been passed down among the troubadours' strings, but no one has ever confirmed it.

For no one who has seen these flames has ever left the sea.

The living and the dead, once tempted into this shallow sea, will remain here forever, surrounded by those nameless fires, and gradually forget everything, and eventually become one of them. They had forgotten how to return to the embrace of the moon god, leaving only the last vestige of instinct to stare blankly at night at the gentle moonlight on the sea, tempting the lost creatures.

"Don't look into the sea. A deep voice.

A small white boat approached in the night.

There were two men standing on the boat, both wearing black cloaks with wide hoods covering their faces. The man's cloak at the bow of the ship looked more delicate, and he was the one who had just spoken. The man standing in the back nodded, but did not speak, his breathing was slightly fast, and he seemed slightly nervous.

The boat is white throughout, and the curved streamlines are elegant, reminiscent of the small moon ships of the elves in the Meath Forest.

There was silence all around, only the slight sound of the bow breaking through the water, no one paddling, but the boat was not slow, and in a short time it came to the edge of the island, and came to a halt by a white stone staircase that extended into the water.

"Wait for me here. The person in front said.

He stepped onto the stone steps, careful not to touch the water, then straightened his cloak and walked up the stone steps.

Scattered along the stone steps were broken sculptures, which looked like they had been staggering for an unknown number of years, but no one had restored them, and the man was not interested in them, and walked fast, his intricately ornamented black cloak swaying at his ankles.

The stone staircase leads to an old white-stone square.

There stood a relatively intact temple, and a dim light flickered behind the pillars of the temple.

The man in the black cloak bowed his head humbly and walked slowly into the hall.

For some reason, the lighting crystals here are so dim that they don't help the vision in any way, like moonlight after a mist of light. But under these gloom lights, you can still see a row of half-human-high white stone platforms on both sides of the trail, with reliefs and inscriptions carved on the stone platforms.

That row of graves.

I don't know why these tombs were built in this temple, and I don't know who buried them in them.

The man in the cloak stopped in the center of the hall, his head still bowed.

"Faith is dead. He said.

"I know that. A voice came from above: "Have you found out the specific reason?"

It was a woman's voice, unrecognizable and emotionless, but the man immediately lowered his head a little more.

"The current clue points to the law enforcement team of the Nature Temple, and we are missing an eyeliner over there. He replied.

"No problem, the law enforcement team is the hardest place to penetrate. But in my perception, Feith's subordinates may have survived, so check it out. The voice said.

The news was like a thunderbolt, and the man raised his head sharply, but then pressed it down again, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

Not far in front of him was a throne cast of metal, without ornate gems or intricate carvings, and it looked ordinary in the dim light source, and even more so short compared to the entire temple. And because most of her body was in the shadows, the woman on the throne was not conspicuous, but she held a silver scepter in her hand.

Just a casual glance, the silver scepter made people feel the urge to prostrate down and worship, as if it were the master of this place, the master of this temple, the master of this shallow sea.

"It's true that the power of the contract has weakened, but there's no need to panic. The voice said, "Now that the seed has been planted, nothing can stop it from breaking through the ground, and we will soon no longer need to hide." ”

Hearing this, the person in the cloak trembled with excitement: "Peripheral matters-"

"There is no need to be too cautious in order to attract the attention of those people. In addition, since there is a problem with the power of the contract, then we will speed up the progress a little, how is the preparation on the Lothar side?"

"It's ready. ”

"Very well, start executing the plan, you are personally responsible. The voice paused for a moment:

"Stand down. ”

The man under the cloak bowed deeply and withdrew from the hall.

He walked up the stone steps to the shallow water, where the little white boat was still docked and the other man on board was still standing in the stern.

"How's it going? I'm lucky enough to meet the man?" asked the man on the boat.

"No, you don't. The adults have agreed. The man on the stone steps stepped into the boat, and he said meaningfully: "Believe me, no one can escape the sight of adults in this shallow sea, and if you have any problems, you are now sleeping in this sea." ”

The boat soon disappeared into the distant night, and only the faint green light under the surface of the sea still floated.

Forever adrift.

……

……

I don't know how many miles away, Mo Lin appeared from the floating door of space.

"Look, there's another batch!" Curious whispers rang out around them, "Which academy is it from this time?"

"I know! These must be from Iluvita Academy!"

"How do you know?"

"I see the ornament on that man's body, do you think it's a silver tree?"

"Wow, really! The students of the Iluvita Academy of Magic must be all magicians, right?!"

"Such a young magician!"

After passing through the space floating door, the ears were messy, and Morin felt a little top-heavy.

He glanced at Marcas next to him and saw that he was no better, looking dizzy.

"Please stand outside the magic barrier!The next space floating door positioning has been connected!" Next to them, a team of armored swordsmen is maintaining order: "This is the magic square of Zororumi, I welcome you on behalf of the capital of freedom and trade, if you feel unwell, please go to the open space next to it to rest, the next space floating door has begun to connect!"

Merin, Marcus and the others hurriedly walked out of the magical enchantment that began to glow again.

The boy looked around, and sure enough, he had come to the waterfall city of Sororumi, where they were in the magic square, they could directly see the magnificent waterfall in the distance, thinking that they had crossed more than ten days of airship travel just now, the boy couldn't help but sigh at the magic of this space floating door magic enchantment.

However, it seems that they are not the only ones this year, many other magic academies have also sent students home through the space floating door, and the magic enchantment has been lit up one after another to send batches of students, both senior and junior, and even attracted many residents of Solo Rumi to come and watch the excitement.

Although Zororumi is the largest transportation hub in the south of Todel, such an extravagant magical enchantment is rarely activated, and I don't know what the deans have gone crazy this year.

Feeling the curious or envious gazes around him, Marcas couldn't help but smile: "Staying with a guy like Merlin every day in the Academy of Magic, I am about to have a shadow in my heart after a long time, and I can only feel it when I leave the Academy of Magic, and a genius like me is still rare!"

The proportion of ordinary humans who can become professionals is probably the lowest among all the order races, and the number of people who can become mages is even lower, but because of the huge base, it seems that the overall strength is still strong.

"Marcas, I remember when you said—" Morin also smiled, "It's all old liars here, you won't come to this city again......"

"-Ahem!" Marcus also remembered that last year's Magic Bird of the Misool Mechanic was won by Merlin with a hornet's nest-like magic transformation core, and he wiped his tears in anger and said that this was all the work of the old liar.

"A true aristocrat will not reveal the scars of others at every turn!" he said righteously, his face flushed

"Morin, hurry up, the airship will set sail in a moment. "Strayer and Osmond are coming.

"Ah, is there an airship to Lothar tonight?" asked Morin, who was going to stay here for the night.

"Yes, there's usually an airship heading for Lothar every night, and it's still too late to get to the airport. Strayer said.

"Very well," Merlin said, patting Marcus on the shoulder, "See you next month at the Victor Academy of Command! Also, watch out for old liars...... Hahaha...... A true aristocrat is one who doesn't cry at every turn......"

After saying goodbye to Marcas, who was going to the Gessok Empire, and saying hello to a few familiar seniors who were not on the way, Merlin and Strayer and Osmond dragged the big and small packages to the airport.

Saurorumi is a bustling commercial capital, and even at night, the towered airport is lit up, airships of all sizes dock between them, and green-skinned goblins drive huge machinery to transport boxes of goods back and forth.

The main road to the airport is full of people.

They bought their tickets at the ticket office and were about to head to the corresponding docking tower. After showing the goblin who sold the ticket the transmog certificate, they were also assigned three nice cabins, which was one of the preferential treatment for the pros.

Although he had been a classmate for a whole year, and when he was alone with Strayer and Osmond, Morin still felt a little awkward, but he no longer had the dangerous feeling of being targeted by wild beasts before.

"Osmond, have you known His Highness Strayer for a long time?" asked Morin, about to return to Lothar, and the young man addressed Strayer with another honorific salutation.

The short, stocky and strong Osmond nodded, and was about to answer, when suddenly a voice came from behind them: "Let go! I'm in a hurry!"

As soon as Morin wanted to turn around, he saw a figure rushing towards him from behind, and he was knocked and stumbled before he could dodge.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Merlin.

It was the end of May, the weather was hot, and the robe he was wearing was very thin, but the young man who had hit him from behind was wearing chain mail, and suddenly a bloody mark was on the young man's arm.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The young man looked like he was in his early twenties, dressed in simple chain mail, and quickly apologized when he saw the blood stains on Morin's arm: "I'm so sorry that I was in too much of a hurry to catch the airship and didn't avoid you......"

Mo Lin sensed the bruised skin with his spirit, found nothing unusual, shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

The young man smiled gratefully, and hurried to turn to leave.

"Wait!" said Strayer.

At the same time, Osmond was in the way of the man.

Seeing that Osmond was stuck in his position in just a moment, the young man also looked quite surprised: "...... How?"

"Do you need me to pay for it?" he asked earnestly, and went to his purse.

"No—" Merlin felt that Strayer was making a fuss.

"It's safer to clean up. Strayer said.

The boy held out his arm, and he thought that Strayer had said that he was going to use some magic to clean his wounds.

But Strayer walked up to the young man, looked down at his chain mail, found the net that scratched Morin on it, and asked, "Does your chain mail have anti-magic properties?"

The young man shook his head in confusion.

"Then don't move. Strayer said, a first-order magic card appeared in his hand, and a moment later, a small flame appeared in the air, and under his control, a thin line of fire was drawn from this flame, and the small piece of lock net melted down with a light twist on the young man's chain mail.

"This is a fourth-order magic crystal card, worth about a hundred Imperial Gold Coins, as compensation is enough for you to repair this set of chain mail, and the excess is enough to make up for the cost of your time. Strayer said politely.

The young man seemed to be startled by this powerful fire control technique, nodded dumbly, took Strayer's crystal card, apologized to Merlin again, and hurriedly turned away, this time Osmond did not stop him again, and let him go.

"There's no need, Your Highness—" Merlin was also taken aback by Strayer's powerful manipulation, vaguely understanding his purpose for doing so, but not feeling that it was necessary.

"Blood is both a carrier of spiritual qualities and a symbol of physical qualities, and it is best to be careful when you go out. Strayer said as he burned the small piece of chain mail with flames, and the remaining blood of Morin on it was also burned clean.

"Some dark-leaning curse spells can work with items with physical qualities, especially blood, and if you accidentally get injured like this, try to clean it up if you can, just in case. Strayer said earnestly, checking the melted cleats again and throwing them into the garbage collection area on the side of the road.

"If I were more skilled, I might be able to clean up your blood without breaking his chain mail, but that's all I have for now. "He seems to take this aspect very seriously.

Morin could only nod in agreement.

However, the aching young man couldn't help but say in his heart, not everyone can spend a hundred gold coins just to clean up a little blood stain on someone else's chain mail like you, that's enough for the average person in Harriet Port to spend a whole year......

After a small episode, the three of them continued to the airport tower where the airship docked.

"What's wrong, Osmond?" Strayer noticed that Osmond's pace slowed down.

"It's nothing, somehow I feel that the young man just now looks a little familiar, probably an illusion......

The three of them drifted apart.

In the corner of an alley beside the road, a young man in his twenties breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly wiped his cheeks twice, and after a while, his appearance changed greatly, although he was still young in his twenties, his facial features had changed to a different look, and only a few similarities could be seen.

Then he took out a small alchemy bottle and opened his right hand, which had been closed, only to see a trace of bright red blood between the fingers of the index finger and the middle finger, which he carefully took into the alchemy bottle.

"I didn't expect His Highness Strayer to be so cautious, but fortunately, when I bumped into Morin, I took advantage of the chaos to rub his wound with my fingers......" The young man solemnly put the alchemy bottle into the package, and couldn't help but say:

"But His Highness is really powerful, he can actually pull out the line of fire from the flame technique, and he can control it with ease. Osmond's little guy has been a lot more powerful after not seeing him for a year, and that one of his positions almost exposed me, so I have to report to the general when I go back......"