By the time Cizer realized he was being teleported, it was too late to stop him. All he could do was prepare for battle the moment he emerged from the other end of the teleportation array, in order to deal with unknown dangers.

Even though he still couldn't figure out why he was attacked in the Holy Dragon Academy, and he didn't understand what his teacher's friend was planning, instinct made him make the best judgment.

Without magical powers, Cizer lifted his robe, revealing his hideous "claws". The pitch-black gauntlets had golden lines on them, and the deepest part seemed to flow with a liquid like gold, flickering and disappearing.

In fact, it was the magic that Cizer had stored, and he could have a chance to cast his magic instantly.

This was supposed to be a means of preparing for emergencies, but now it has become the only straw for Cizer.

When he just flashed to the other end of the teleportation array, he decisively rolled to the ground, out of the range of the teleportation array, and then raised his right arm while carefully observing the situation here.

It's a big room, and the years have left a lot of marks here, the mottled marks on the walls, the dust accumulated on the bookshelves, and the old piano, all telling the past here.

Cezel's gaze gradually fell on the huge prismatic crystal in the center of the room, which belonged to the other decorations in the room, and even Cezel's figure could be clearly seen on the spotless crystal section.

"Oh? So...... What are you doing here?"

The moment the voice came, Cizer was suddenly startled, and his eyes immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a magician in brown wizard robes and a tattered magic hat slowly emerge from behind his desk, and in the face of Cezel's wary gaze, he just rubbed his eyes.

"Hmm...... You are really strange in you, the fate of your right hand is hidden, there are two intertwined fates in your heart, and you yourself are carrying a fate that I can't see. ”

Although the words of the brown-robed old man were confusing, every word he said made Cezel's heart suddenly tighten!

He saw through my secrets!

Cezel felt as if he had been stripped naked and had been carefully studied, even sliced layer by layer, to see all the secrets in his body.

Not a single thing left!

"Strange man of three lives. The brown-robed old man muttered as he slowly stood up from behind his desk, then poured out the cold coffee on the table and poured a new cup.

"Try it, this is the coffee beans produced by a five-star strength plant, and it took me a lot of effort to get it. ”

Seeing that the old man did not have the slightest threat, Cizer slowly lowered his vigilance and came to the old man.

"It was my teacher, Merlin Ambrosius, Jean

I came, and he said maybe you could solve my doubts. ”

The brown-robed old man looked at Cizer without saying a word until he let out a violent cough.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Are you alright?" Cezel stepped forward and patted the old man on the back gently, which made his face look a little better.

"Let's try my coffee first. The brown-robed old man did not continue Cezel's words, but pointed to the cup on the table.

"My two friends are still down there, and they're ......" By this time Cizer had already discovered that the female voice that had terrified them had actually come from a lilac magic stone in this room, and there was a large horn outside the magic stone.

So obviously...... This was the second floor of the attic, especially when Cizer caught a glimpse of the familiar sight outside that window, and was even more convinced of it.

"Don't worry, there's no danger for them to stay downstairs. It's just that if you want to know, they still don't listen, right?"

The brown-robed old man stuck out his tongue at Cizer, looking like an old urchin.

After Cizer knew that Monet and the two were not in danger, he did not dwell on it. Pick up the coffee on the table and take a sip.

Burst!

Cizer squirted his head to the side, and the coffee didn't fall to the ground.

He turned his head and said to the brown-robed old man in a curtive manner.

"I'm sorry, it's a little ...... Bitter. ”

Cizer's tongue was blue at this time, and an indescribably bitter taste permeated his mouth, without the slightest mellow aroma of coffee.

At this time, Cizer's face was furrowed, not to mention how ugly it was.

"Hahahahaha......" To Cezel's surprise, the old man in the brown robe actually laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry. The cup just now seems to have been misplaced, it was the bitter juice I added when I made honey water. I'm sorry to say, hahahaha......"

Cezel's face twitched, where was this accidental, it was clearly intentional, right?

You can't stop laughing!

Cizer complained silently in his heart, but in line with the principle of respecting the old and loving the young, he still didn't make any strange moves.

Forget it, it's a visit to the old man, who made him a friend of old Merlin.

At this time, in a manor in Helan City, Old Merlin was holding a magic book in his hand, leaning in front of the fireplace, leisurely and comfortable.

And he also had a pot of freshly brewed tea at hand, which exuded steaming heat, which added some warmth to the room.

"By the way, Cizer and they should have arrived, right?

Old Merlin slowly closed the magician in his hand, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

"Tsk, why is it a little bitter?"

Old Merlin frowned, glanced at the tea in his hand, and put it down silently.

"I don't know how that old thing is doing, with his clumsy temperament, it shouldn't be very likable, right?" Merlin seemed to think of something, and the wrinkles on his face were all pulled together, and then slowly unfolded.

"Perhaps, it's time to find a suitable trip to the imperial capital. ”

Old Merlin picked up the book again, flipped through it to the same place where it had been read, and continued reading.

The sun was still shining outside the window, but there was a thick cloud in the sky, moving slowly, and I didn't know where to go.

Holy Dragon Academy, second floor of the attic.

The brown-robed old man re-brewed a pot of coffee and poured it for Cezel.

He struggled for a moment before he drank down. This time there was no such rich bitter taste, and the mellow aroma of the coffee flowed between the lips and teeth.

"Since you're a student of Merlin, you must have drunk that thing, right?"

Cezel nodded, it seems that people who were the same generation as Merlin back then had a certain understanding of divine blood, such as the church and this mentor of the Holy Dragon Academy all knew about divine blood.

I saw the old man in the brown robe shake his head and said, "Back then, we all advised him not to touch that thing, god blood? hehe, do you know what was called a god in ancient times?" A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the old man in the brown robe.

It was the first time Cizer had heard such a statement, as if he had not had the slightest reverence for the gods. And he didn't know much about the ancient period when the legendary dragons were rampant and all kinds of monsters appeared one after another.

"Once upon a time, some races called dragons gods. But even dragons have their own beliefs. The brown-robed old man said leisurely.

Cizer listened quietly, and the words of the brown-robed old man opened the door to a new world for him.

I don't know when or where faith began, but the fact that it is inseparable from the gods has never changed. It seems that as long as they are gods, they must have a huge amount of faith power. ”

Cizer nodded, the power of the gods really can't be described by any other power, only the ethereal and invisible faith is the most likely explanation.

"But I don't think old Merlin told you that there was once a god who died at the hands of his followers, or servants, right?"

What the!

Cizer's eyes widened, and he looked at the brown-robed old man in disbelief, as if he had heard a big secret.

In fact, if this sentence is put outside, it will definitely set off a thousand waves, and the entire empire may be shaken by it.

"Yes, gods can be killed, even those who have sworn to believe in him. ”

Cizer sat in his chair in a daze, his face full of shock, unable to recover from the great shock for a moment.