It's dusk now, and even in the Black Rose Castle, there is nothing that can organize the night to take charge of a qiē, and the Black Rose Castle shares the same timeline as any other world in the gap between the otherworld and the present world.

It's September 7th, and it's a good Sunday, and Christians are always praying on this day and praying that every week will be as good as it is today.

Sunday evening is actually the time when Dark Fragrance and Hou Cunxin meet, and the feast of black roses about the fate of the arcane core begins.

For Lord Wayne Provence, who has participated in it for many years, it is just like an after-dinner event, but it also has the effect of bringing public opinion to himself, and no one knows the Aleclet Lantern that is coming to an end, and the grand event he holds is also a dance in the clouds that he desperately wants to rely on.

I saw that the leader took the initiative to move his mouth, he sat on the car, the carriage was galloping, it was not that he would feel the coldness of the people outside the car or the fatigue of the horses, the reason why he smacked his lips was because he liked to smack his lips, and he was so bored like many nobles, he never got what he wanted, but only smacked his lips with the sick requests and dissatisfaction of the aristocratic group itself.

No one can read what the mages are thinking, and at the same time they want to understand.

Soon the carriage stopped, stopped in an even darker place, Wayne knew that he had come to the right place, he found the place he needed to reach, and the rest of the way was only his own legs to work hard, even the masked commander could not use the wheel in Aleclet Lamp's own territory, this may be the embodiment of the oppression given by this ancient archmage, after all, it is still necessary to give the newcomers some dismounting, and Wayne still respects him so much.

As he got out of the carriage, Wayne waved his hand behind his head, and he didn't even have to look behind him, knowing that his proud spell was turning back to its original form as it had begun.

The chariot, the charioteer, and the horses all turned into white balls of light, and those were the beings who were called demons or servants, who were creatures of magic, and after decades or even centuries, they became spiritual and more able to imitate their masters, because in this way they could serve their new masters more effectively, which was their mission, and to lose this was to lose a clockwork. But from the very beginning, the most unfair thing for this kind of magical creators is that those who enslave them as machines put clockwork for them, like a drug dealer who makes you eat by mistake, and then what?

Then you'll be used like a dog or something cheaper, but that's exactly what you need.

Sadly, aristocrats like Wayne have a long history, and they don't see the injustice in it, and they think that as long as they create it, they can use it without gratitude, or even destroy it, which is why he is not liked by some people in the Mage Council.

The orbs of light he had dispersed were now serving him even harder, they were now the source of light, illuminating the night in front of their master, a wilderness that resembled any wild place in the Atlas, but unlike any other.

Because this is the spiritual vein, in order to absorb certain spiritual power resources, many otherworldly bases or addresses will be built near the spiritual vein, so as to facilitate the necessary sorting and restoration, and people can make full use of these God-given abilities more than people in this world.

But even if they knew that there were spiritual veins here, none of the survey team dared to touch the attention of this land, because they themselves could not skillfully control this string of ancient spiritual veins.

Wayne looked around, and he stretched out a hand, rubbing it together with its palms facing forward.

The palm of the hand condensed with arcane energy seemed very smooth, it moved forward, and finally touched a thin wall between the night, and the wall that looked like the surface of the water was touched by the spirit child and turned into a little ripple and spread out in all directions, as if it had spread far away.

If it weren't for the permission of the Aleclet lamp, everyone would have passed by this place without discovering the wall, because if you don't think of it, there will be no zài in your life.

It's not just the wall that acts as a portal, when Wayne touches a spot here again, the dot glows brightly towards the smiling lord, the lord himself doesn't care how dazzling it is, at this moment, he disappears, disappears into the light, as if he has fallen into some gap and is invisible, but in fact he has passed through the portal normally and came to the set path.

This leisurely trail lurks in the vast forest, twisting and turning in some places for people to see, and in other places it is exposed deep in the woods below, which is a downhill process.

The Black Rose Castle is located on the south side of the hill corresponding to the waypoint, and further south of it is a mirror lake that looks like a giant pearl is inlaid in front of the castle.

It is really a beautiful place, such a sitting north and facing south is also very in line with the saying of Feng Shui, Alecre Lantern is also a feng shui master and star magician, he has a lot of high-end magic knowledge, and he is also willing to selflessly dedicate these years of accumulation to many kind-hearted people.

Wayne who came here began to think about the purpose of coming here, there is never the possibility of having leisure time to really drink tea at the annual gathering, everyone is doing what they can, when everyone gathers what they know, there will be infinite power, but such a convergence is impossible, because just these six academic representatives have different opinions, and their exploration and pursuit of arcane and even its use are quite repulsive.

Especially the old man Satario, he always had trouble with himself, and he was also not optimistic about this creepy necromancer who was in the other world from the beginning.

Originally, this should not be the category of arcane, but since it was the decision of the Aleclay lamp, since it was the guest of the adult, then no matter how much Wayne hated it, he still hoped that everyone could sit down and talk at first, but when almost everyone else in the meeting objected to the spell cast by the undead, Wayne himself broke out into a buried dissatisfaction, but now it seems that Satario is the only one who really does not welcome him.

Because he is a nobleman, he will never allow these casual resurrections of his ancestors or lost companions to fight as zombie bones.

It was still difficult for the aristocracy to accept such blasphemy.

Soon the whole model of the castle appeared in front of his eyes, even if the last time he saw it was last year, but it was still so shiny and without a trace of dirt, if the headquarters of the Kamen Corps symbolized the sun of the other world, then this is the moon of the other world, because in the eyes of Wayne and the others, there is never a time when it is close to noon here, it is very strange what is going on.

Maybe it's because it wasn't in the habit of inviting guests during the day from the very beginning.

The only people who lived in the castle for many years were the archmage and his own disciples, who were also attendants, and no one knew where he came from, only that he was a young man who was constantly getting younger, and that so many years had not destroyed his appearance, and everyone only knew that he had a name called Merlin.

Soon he spotted several men in front of him on the open path approaching the castle, an old woman whose flaxen hair seemed to have a little bit of blonde, but everything else indicated that she was only an old lady.

Even so, Lady Anna Dianard would never be the weakest of the strongest, because there was more reason and wisdom in her eyes that never lost their brightness, she knew even more about a person's death than 100 young people, her arcane wind could even sweep away an opponent in front of her, and even Wayne himself was a little jealous of this old man who sometimes had to talk according to his mood and save some effort to walk.

The middle-aged man who walked with her was named David Felix, he wore a dignified gentleman's hat and a thin figure in a tuxedo that was very popular with women nowadays, David was also a nobleman like Wayne, he lived north of Queldra, but you will never know where an archmage lives unless they invite you and explain it.

Obviously, the two of them were very speculative, and basically they didn't notice Wayne approaching from behind, which was also the greeting Wayne wanted.

"Oh, Wayne? When were you behind me, the magic of erasing the trail like this is amazing. ”

David who found his friend behind him didn't seem to be as exaggerated as he should be, this is probably the inherent composure of the spellcasters, even if their spells on the battlefield will attack the enemy from behind, the casters will still have the calmness that ordinary people don't have, they need to refine their spell energy in this way, because this process is also a kind of sublimation and enjoyment.

"Sir, you shouldn't have lied, and..."

The old lady narrowed her eyes as if she was smiling, "My dear Provence should have discovered that when he could hear what we were saying, we began to say what a good compliment Provence is, Provence, what we are talking about here and what we are talking about here this time." ”

"Hello, ma'am. It's been a long time since I've heard from you, maybe I'm too closed in the villa, but why haven't I been able to find you? ”

Wayne isn't really trying to find her, it's just that it's a boring joke and greeting in high society.

But the lady in front of her didn't think it was so boring, and she happily told Wayne that she had recently lived in Bulgaria, but Bulgaria was not a place name from another world, so Wayne, who had not been explained, still didn't know anything about this place name.

"See who I see?"

David elbowed Wayne.

The man who came down the other path was Avina Hoover, a very attractive woman with long blond hair who seemed young and full of life, who was working as a mage and a mother of a nation herself.

The young princess of the Duchy of Ostraz married the prince of the state of Valter, and now she is the queen of Valter.

But as a spare time, she still attends all sorts of gatherings, and the magic gatherings here are no different.

She is so attractive that people who are married will still be courteous to men wherever they go, and it is always difficult for her to accept it normally.

Of course, after all, those people are not knights, they only think about the so-called politeness, but they don't really think about making women embarrassed to save zài, because in their consciousness there is no zài at all.

Wayne wasn't very obsessed with her, but he was also a man, and he still had other expectations of women before he had chosen the right spouse, but Wayne himself didn't know how much of a response such expectations were.

But he obviously frowned, it wasn't that he suddenly hated Avina, it wasn't at all.

Mainly because he saw his old enemy, that was Satario, this strange man who lived in the jungles of Kegistan didn't have a surname, he was no different from a rough man, and neither of them was a good thing in the eyes of Wayne and Satario himself.

On the other hand, Wayne is a vain and arrogant person.

But now this Satario with a mustache and a lewd beard walks with the goddess in everyone's minds, and why is it against the rules that Satario is still carrying a little girl who is also wearing a cloak, and she is only a little over ten years old.

"Oh, Satario, what's the matter with you? And brought a little follower? Well? What about your precious apprentice, Mr. Zack? Even if you want to bring it, you can't bring it famous? ”

"Zach is completing the mission..."

"Alice, there's no place for you to talk here."

After scolding the people around him, Satario's grim face did not put on a smile, because he did not want to ridicule this ignorant nobleman, his own people who lived in Kegistan in the distant past were also nobles, but that era is gone, and he is no longer willing to take this noble title.

"I don't think the apprentice is going to do anything bad, and she won't be attending the meeting, and I'm even going to let her wait here until Lord Aleclet agrees, so you don't have to worry about that. And I really have something to tell the council this time, I hope you don't stand in the way, I've already talked to Lord Alecray Lamp. ”

As if ready to ignore Wayne, Satario continued to go about his business, wrapping himself tightly in his black robes, painted with strange patterns, and finally in the middle of the scales, on top of which was the Tagao Dragon, symbolizing the god of the scales.

But unlike the creator god, he only manages the balance of the world, and no one will know about the conflict between the high heavens and the burning hell long ago, even if it happened in the other world, it is not documented.

Wayne, who was about to have a seizure, did not get his wish, because when he chased the drawbridge in front of the magnificent castle gates, Aleclay Lantern had already opened the gates and stood out himself.

This white-haired old man who seemed to be cloaked in moonlight exuded the vigor of a young man, as if the years had been locked out of the door by the enchantment.

"Welcome to my territory, the Black Rose Stronghold, I hope you all have a happy journey, come in"

As if calling a child who has left home, with a wave of his hand, many winds blow from behind the visitors, relieving their fatigue and gently pushing them into the castle.

Then the gate closed behind him, and this was the archmage's own domain.