Following Tiffany's guidance, Alan came to a corner of the palace.

A couple of empty bookshelves, and a wooden table with a few chairs next to it.

There were only a few books on the shelves, and they looked a little old, with cobwebs in the corners.

It is hard to imagine that such a splendid palace could have such a dilapidated place.

Alan took one of the books down and kicked up a cloud of dust.

The Nature of Magic by Pendragon

Reach out and take another one, this one is thinner.

Author of the Iron Rule of Afiron: Pendragon

Alan took the rest of the books, only to find that they were all these two books.

"Surprised?"

Tiffany's voice suddenly came from behind her.

At some point, she had come to the bookshelf and looked at Alan.

"Such a huge organization, there are only these two books?"

Walking up to Alan, Tiffany pulled the two books out of his arms, placed them on the table, and put the rest back on the shelf.

"On top of that, I'm curious about who Pendragan is. ”

Alan sat at the table and looked at Tiffany.

"I don't know what kind of trauma you've been through to forget everything so completely. ”

"Pendragan is the leader of Afaryon. ”

"Leader?"

"Not just the leader, he is the founder, he is the one who brings all the magicians together into a world-class organization and formulates the iron rules of magicians. ”

"Before Avalon's founding, magicians were inferior to rats crossing the streets, and some magicians were hanged because they couldn't stand the humiliation and went on a killing spree against ordinary people. ”

"It is he who enables the magician to straighten his back and exercise the necessary sins in this world. ”

It was the first time Alan had heard Tiffany say so much.

Even if he couldn't see her face, judging by the tone of her voice, her eyes must have been full of reverence when she mentioned the name Pendragon.

"How long is Afaloon?"

Alan then asked.

"So far, it has been three hundred and two years since Afalong was founded. ”

Alan's eyes dilated.

"That Pendragon, still alive?"

His voice trembled a little.

According to Front, although magicians can easily live for hundreds of years because their bodies have been strengthened by magic, few people can live to middle age, let alone hundreds of years, due to the hidden danger of losing control and the desire to kill in the devil's mouth.

"Yes, for a magician, he is the only god and the first legendary magician. ”

Tiffany, who has always been unwavering, is trembling at this moment.

Alan couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

You know, the legend of the magician is a legend above the nine-star magician.

This means that the other person is likely to know how to get back to Earth.

"How can I meet him?"

Alan couldn't help but ask.

"See him? You're really whimsical. ”

"Once you have been promoted to the rank of Seven-Star Mage, then you will be able to go to the Chimera and meet the great Pendragon in person. ”

As if hearing a big joke, Tiffany couldn't help but laugh, her body swaying slightly.

A seven-star magician......

Alan knew that with the particularity of his physique, he would never have to worry about being eaten by sacrifices, and he would be able to get to that position sooner or later.

"To put it another way, is there any magic that can break through the space and go to another world?"

"No, at least in my mind. ”

Hearing Tiffany's words, Allen's heart was somewhat disappointed.

"Why only these two books?"

"Because there is no specific rule for monsters, the same person, in different environments, may have different desires, and thus become different monsters. ”

"If you use only known monsters to delineate the rules, and summarize all the monsters in the world, this is not only an irresponsible behavior, but also kills many magicians. ”

"Magicians rely on experience, not theory. ”

With that, Tiffany stood up, still unable to see her expression.

"Alright, little one, you've asked enough today, I hope you can live well. ”

She's gone.

Bypassing the bookshelves, in the blink of an eye, the person is gone.

Alan didn't stand up to chase after him, he was more concerned about the "Nature of Magic" in his hand.

Turning the first page, Allen's brow furrowed.

After a few seconds, he turned the second page again.

After a few minutes, Alan had already turned to the last page, his eyes quickly scanning the contents.

He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the book.

The book is thin.

Most of this knowledge is more or less mentioned by Frank.

But the remaining small part is appalling.

The author of this book, the Supreme Leader of Afaryon, states that the reason why magicians can use magic through the life force in the sacrificial sacrifice is because of the existence of the god of desire.

Even the magic obtained when sacrificing monsters comes from the power of the god of desire.

The magician sacrifices to the god of desire, and then uses the reward for the sacrifice, that is, magic, to kill the product of the god of desire.

Sounds incredibly ironic.

It's like a ring with no exit.

The power used to kill the enemy comes from the gods who created the enemy.

Pendragan points out that if you keep using the power given by the god of desire, you will never be able to kill monsters.

Only by using the power that comes from oneself and this world can one challenge the black hand behind the monster, the god of desire.

Does it come from itself, from the power of this world?

Alan looked at his right hand.

The mouth of the devil drooled more and more, and the slender tongue became more active.

For almost a week, it didn't taste any of the creatures.

The theory proposed by Pendragon is simply impossible to realize.

If you want to become stronger, you can only make your magic stronger by offering sacrifices to the god of desire.

So......

Legends about magicians, could it be the kind of person Pendragon refers to?

Strength comes entirely from itself, from this world, without relying on hostile gods?

Alan's fingers kept tapping on the tabletop, his brow furrowed.

After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief and put The Nature of Magic aside.

Alan picked up the book of "The Iron Rule of Afaryon" next to him, which was similar to what Frant said.

Monsters must die.

No matter what their prototype looks like.

Once the heart is soft-hearted, then it will leave a greater hidden danger.

It can't be an ordinary way to die, and their souls must be sealed with their right arm to prevent the monster from reappearing.

No matter what the cost.

Alan put down the book and took out the so-called magician's suit from the cabinet not far away.

Cloaks, singles, trousers, socks, boots.

It's all in order.

Picking up a basket from the side, Alan put the suit into the basket and lifted it up.

He doesn't have a penchant for changing clothes in public places.

Alan walked out of the palace.

He sighed as he looked at the fading sky.

Alan walked down the stairs and watched the people on the street.

"It's so lively, but I don't belong here......"

He leaned against the wall by the side of the road, basket in hand, and stared blankly at the street.

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the alley behind him.

"Hey...... Brat...... What are you doing......"