"I will never let you take the blame for me, teacher, this is what I do, and I must bear it myself!"

At the moment when the upper gate opened, all the people of the Witch Tower sensed it, and they rushed here one after another.

Alyssa turned her head to look through the door, her brows furrowed, and doubts rose in her heart.

"Teacher...... Don't you think it's weird? Alyssa asked, pointing to the entrance of the gate.

The gate is a staircase leading to the thirteenth floor, and when you look closer, the steps are already covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it has just fallen gray snow here, and the thickness of this dust is quite abnormal, even Frank, who has always believed that the upper level of the Witch Tower is still operating normally, frowns when he sees it.

"What's going on up there?"

Frank looked up and looked up the steps, it was quiet, there was no sound, and the cleaning golem on the twelfth floor cleaned up on its own, and swept up the steps to the thirteenth floor, and Alyssa settled down and walked up.

Stepping on the dust, it was a soft discomfort, she gently recited a simple wind mantra, blowing the dust in front of her to both sides, rolling into a high pile of dust, her beautiful eyes looked around keenly, looking around.

An ominous premonition, along with the deathly silence, spread in the hearts of the master and apprentice.

"Master, this doesn't look like it's inhabited, are the people on the upper floors of the Witch Tower living in such an environment?" Alyssa's words were a bit knowing, but Frank couldn't refute them, although he knew that these were the words of his disciple's ridicule, but they were always a little choking.

The layout inside was very messy, rows of bookshelves were crooked, a large number of bookshelves were shattered on the ground, the fragments of the precious magic book were everywhere, and the treasures of the past were now lying together with dust, piling up in the corners like garbage.

"It's a mess." Alyssa picked up the magic book on the ground and opened it gently, and after hundreds of years, even if the magic book was made of precious materials, the consequences of lack of maintenance were to turn into ashes that would shatter when touched.

The other members of the Witch Tower also arrived, and he was very surprised when he saw the scene.

A little further up, the corpses of the upper mages were immediately found, all of them had turned into corpses, lying messily on the ground, buried in dust, and all the witch tower mages were shocked.

"How is that possible!"

"Why is this happening?"

"What's going on here?"

"How long ago did it happen?"

A hundred years? Or a few hundred years? The dead do not tell the answer to the living, and the truth can only be explored by the living themselves.

Naturally, no one held Alyssa responsible for opening the door without permission, her sharp instincts were correct, and her actions were correct, as the disaster in front of her had proven.

After a brief moment of panic, all the Witch Tower mages calmed down and began to clean up the mess.

The mages who can enter the Witch Tower, both in terms of magic attainments and talents, are higher than those of the same level, and they keep casting this search spell, looking for clues, sorting out all kinds of remaining objects, and sorting them into one place.

Alyssa made her way down the messy passage to the upper floors, carefully observing the details around her along the way.

Judging by the posture of the death of these mages, most of them either had their heads facing outwards or they were lying on their backs and facing outwards, and the enemies seemed to be from above, so those who met were knocked down by the attack from within and died in the sky, while those who fled were attacked from the rear and were also killed.

Alyssa crouched down in front of the bones, carefully observing the condition of the corpse.

Her expression was solemn and serious, and her mind was constantly simulating the situation, trying to deduce how the turmoil had occurred.

Is it civil strife or external attack?

What is the number of enemies?

Why is it that no one knows after all these years?

Did everyone die quietly at that time?

One question after another popped up in Alyssa's mind, but after years of baptism, the scene did not bring her obvious clues, and she knew that she was not a search officer, so she didn't dwell too much on the details.

Roughly, there weren't too many broken bones in the corpses, and even if there were, they weren't smooth cuts cut by a sharp blade, the shattered bones looked like the wounds of ice spells, and there were also many corpses that looked like they were melting, probably from fire spells.

Alyssa preliminarily judged that the enemy should not be a swordsman, but a mage.

"It's all inconsequential intelligence." Alyssa muttered to herself, a look of anxiety on her beautiful face.

She continued to go up, and the higher she went, the more wrong it became, and the higher she went, the more peaceful the corpses became, and some of them were still reading books when they died, and their bones were intact.

Some of them have turned into white bones, and they are still sitting relatively closely, showing a posture of conversation, and if the scattered bones are put together, you can even imagine what their lives were like at that time.

In this way, Alyssa went all the way to the top, the thirtieth floor.

The thirtieth floor is the top of the Wu Tower, there is no roof, above it is the boundless sky, the sky here is above the clouds, so blue that there is no trace of variegated sky, which makes her a little scared.

The barrier was still there, the wind in the sky was blocked from the barrier, and the altar-like building was surrounded by dense white bones, and the shelf in the middle of the altar was empty.

"Could it be...... Is this the place where the truth is kept? ”

If this is true, then the Thing of Truth was taken from here, from the most closely guarded place in the Witch Tower!

……

Although there was a rough inference, there were no other clues, and the mage seniors preliminarily deduced that these upper mages had been dead for at least five hundred years, and the study of the corpses of the upper level was even more amazing.

The corpses were subjected to special treatment, which most people believe was used to facilitate the casting of necromancy.

"Alyssa."

Alyssa, who was deep in thought, turned her head to see Frank standing behind him.

"Teacher."

"Your guess is correct."

Alyssa didn't speak.

Frank sighed and continued, "Everyone is shocked that the most devout scholars of the Witch Tower had died five hundred years ago, and we dull people had not even noticed that we had lived comfortably in the lower levels for so long. ”

"Teacher, you don't have to blame yourself."

"No, Alyssa, I'm not blaming myself, I'm just ...... Just ......"

Alyssa smiled slightly, and answered, "I understand, teacher. ”

Yes, both the master and the apprentice understand that the Wu Tower has always claimed to be the recorder of historical truth and the inheritor of wisdom, but five hundred years ago, the Wu Tower was no longer able to be an outsider, and the Wu Tower was still the deprived party, if the mages and scholars continued to be so "indisputable", I am afraid that such a tragedy will happen again in the future.

Wuta needs a change.