About two hours later, Helorin in the water curtain suddenly moved her ears, and then said to everyone: "I have received the news that Professor Anglo is already coming. ”

The arrival of the Anglo means that the strings can be plucked. From the results of plucking the strings, it is also possible to infer what to do next.

After a while, footsteps could be heard outside the magic hut.

With a "click", the doorrail was pushed open. Two people walked in one after another, and at the front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair, his hair was meticulously combed, his face was clean and serious, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed like everyone else, strict and regular. It is worth mentioning that he is holding a small wooden board in his hand, and a stack of parchment paper is sandwiched between the board, which is like a lesson plan.

The man who walked behind him was a black-cloaked apprentice wizard with a somewhat rickety build, and everyone glanced at him and ignored him.

"Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information we are searching for now will be able to support the final pluck?" said Douglas.

Anglo, that is, the gray-haired man with glasses, first bowed to Sanders, who was sitting on the side, and then said to Douglas: "Your Excellency, there is still too little information at present, and it is a bit unlikely that you want to completely pluck the strings of the world. ”

"What do you mean by Professor Anglo?"

Anglo put down the wooden board in his hand and casually flipped through a few pieces of parchment filled with dense formulas: "The results of speculation may deviate from the truth, but I have tried my best to analyze nothing else." Unless ......"

"Unless what?" said Douglas.

"Unless someone can get out of the city, even a demon pet, I can get more data before I can do the next stage of analysis. "Anglo.

"If someone could come out, they would have come out a long time ago, so why wait until now. And, as soon as they come out, don't we know what's going on inside, so why do we need to predict?" a sneer came from outside the door.

Immediately after, an old man dressed in a dark black robe, with wrinkled skin and a white beard dragged to his chest, walked in.

"Mistress Quart. The others saluted, and Angels stood up.

Only Sanders and Douglas were motionless. Sanders's strength is the best in the field, and in the wizarding world where strength is paramount, strength is seniority.

Douglas didn't move because he, like Quite, belonged to the three pillars of Sleepless City. The strength is also up to the second-level wizard, and there is no need to see a salute.

"What insight do you have?" Douglas looked at Quett.

"Nope. Quart shook his head, but his eyes moved to Sanders, intentionally or unintentionally.

He had been to the Nightmare Realm before, so he could feel the breath of the Nightmare Realm in that dark realm. He guessed that there might be a Nightmare Passage, but he wasn't sure, because based on past experience, it wasn't possible for the Nightmare Passage to last that long.

If you know the most about the Nightmare Realm, it must be Sanders. Not to mention his Nightmare Illusion Technique, just the Nightmare Realm aura that lingered from his body from time to time, Sanders couldn't have a relationship with the Nightmare Realm. So, the only thing he can be sure of now is that Sanders definitely knows something inside.

It's a pity that he has tried many times, and he has asked in private, but Sanders just doesn't want to say.

He himself did not want to make his speculation public because of some selfishness. Therefore, in the face of Douglas's inquiry, he could only pretend that he did not hear it.

Douglas didn't expect Quaint to have any high opinions, and his current hope was still Anglo: "So Professor Anglo, how far can you infer now?"

Anglo quickly flipped through the parchment on the board, the various data formulas reflected on his glasses, and finally said: "I can pluck the strings once, and calculate a general direction without specifying a standard." ”

Douglas pondered for a moment: "That...... Can you calculate the situation in the outer city, whether the future will go in a good direction or a bad direction?"

Anglo pondered for a while, and said: "This is a judgment of the general direction, but the standard of good and bad is different for everyone, if it is judged by the strings of the world, it may be based on the good or bad of the world process, what is good for us is not necessarily good for the world." So, it's better to add a premise. ”

"Is it feasible to take the overall interests of Sleepless City as a premise?"

"In other words, what you want to know is whether the Dark Realm is good or bad for the overall benefit of Sleepless City?" Anglo thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes. ”

Anglo said that, directly in front of everyone, he performed the unique technique of the prophecy system: "plucking the strings".

I saw that the wooden board in his hand turned into countless phantoms in a brilliant magic, and the parchment on which the formula algorithm was recorded slowly turned into dust and melted into the phantom.

In the phantom arrangement, everyone felt a strange and huge aura, as if everything in the world was included in the aura.

At this moment, arcs of light appeared out of thin air, flashing between Anglo's fingers.

Anglo's fingers curled endlessly, some arcs of light cut off by him, others he spared, and let them pass in unknown space.

With each interception of an arc of light, a little sweat oozed from Anglo's smooth forehead. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and a layer of white mist was evaporated from his glasses.

When all the light and shadow were gone, there were still nearly a hundred arcs of light left between the Anglo fingers.

I saw him exhale a deep turbidity, and looked at Douglas with tired eyes: "The strings are plucked, I'm going to start calculating, give me some time." ”

Anglo took out a piece of parchment again and placed it on a wooden board. He took out a quill pen and cleared the blood ink, and while writing various unknown formulas, he merged the arc of light that surrounds his fingers into the pen and paper.

This process lasted for a long time.

Ingres watched with interest at first, wondering what the Anglo could write, but soon felt his eyes foggy and a little drowsy.

As soon as Sanders turned around, he saw Ingres, who was nodding his head and falling asleep, and couldn't help but look at the Anglo plank.

Sanders shook his head amusedly, and said to Angel through the psychic tie: "Don't look at it, you can't see anything if you can't reach it." If you forcibly memorize it, it will hurt your mental power. ”

Hearing Sanders say this, Angel naturally narrowed his gaze: "Mentor, that was the plucking string just now?"

Sanders nodded: "That's right, the three major divisions of the current mainstream of the prophetic wizards are the long river of fate, the wheel of time, and the strings of the world. ”

"In addition to these three divisions, there are also some such as the 'astrological axis', the 'bell of question', and the 'silent gods'...... If you are interested in the prophecy system, you can go and see the "Crown Star Doctrine" circulated in the Radiance Realm, which is issued every fifty years, and each issue will be corrected by the faction. ”

Ingres had always thought that prophecy was either astrology or divination. I didn't expect that there were many divisions and factions in the prophecy system.

Sure enough, the more you know about the wizarding world, the more you know, the more you feel poor.

The reason why the truth is like a god card that has been repeatedly mentioned by wizards is not because the truth can bring great power, but because the pursuit of truth requires the recognition of one's own insignificance. Only when you know how small and poor you are, will you be in awe of everything in this world.

......

The Anglos were still calculating, and all the wizards in the magic hut were whispering, some chatting about the dark regions of the outer city, and some talking about boundless gossip.

Ingres leaned against the window, with Toby, looking out of the city in the distance. Angel prays that Nausicaa won't be inside, and Toby worries about Greya's safety.

While they were each worried, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind them.

When Ingres looked back, he saw a man leaning over and covered in a black cloak.

Ingres remembered him, he was a wizard apprentice who came in with the Anglos. However, as soon as he entered the room, he consciously wandered out of the sight of all wizards, and silently became a transparent person.

But why did he suddenly come to him now?

Ingres looked at him, could it be that this person also planned to learn from the group of wizards to communicate with him?

Just as Ingres was thinking wildly, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: "Ingres, long time no see......"

Angels looked up sharply and looked at the other with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Listening to his tone, he knew not only his name, but also his own, but when Ingres thought about it, he could not think of anyone with a similar voice to him.

Facing Angel's suspicious look, the other party smiled bitterly and gently pulled down his cloak.

Looking at the old and thin old man in front of him, Angel was a little stunned.

The face under the cloak is indeed a familiar face, but it is a little different.

Age spots covered his cheeks, and his face was haggard to an unimaginable level. The cheekbones are so high that even through the thin layer of skin, you can faintly see the white bones underneath.

When Ingres first met him just two years ago, he seemed to be in good spirits, despite his age.

In just two years, the other party is still a third-level wizard apprentice, why did he become like this?

Angel hesitated for a moment, then called in a low voice, "Lord Moro?"

The man in front of him was Moro. The reason why Angel was able to step into the wizarding world was precisely because he met Moro.

He is also from the Old Earth Continent, and his relatives are the backbone of the Plantagenet Empire, the Munn family. and Ingres's Pat family, not only is there a world of difference, but also one is on the border and the other is in the royal capital, and there is no intersection.

However, it was because of the tea plant "Morning Dew After the Rain" that Moro was introduced to Pat Manor.

With the help of Moro, Angel decided to embark on the path of a wizard. At the same time, the healing ice skin scroll on Mentor Jon's body was also obtained from Moro's hand.

It can be said that if it weren't for Moro's guidance, it would have been almost impossible for Angel to step into the wizarding world in his life. In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Moro.

However, he had no idea that he would meet Moro here and under such circumstances.