At first, Charles thought he had misheard.

After reacting, he was surprised and unbelievable at first.

Even if he is a mage of the 'Crown Palace', his knowledge has not been perverted to such a degree, right? After only a few seconds of reading, the middle-aged mage completely parsed the ruin secret language, and this was based on the fact that Charles deliberately shuffled the order of the patterns and increased the difficulty.

"Is this sheet music?" Charles clutched the scroll.

The mage's tone was not like a joke or a fool, although it was very flat and gave people an ethereal feeling, but Charles couldn't help but feel convinced in his heart.

"Thank you."

Charles restrained his emotions, held the scroll, and quickly stood in the rhythm zone of the room according to the mage's detailed information.

Unlike the rest of the area, there are fewer books on the shelves, most of them are boxes, some of which are open, and only a thin roll of parchment is placed at the bottom of the box.

If you take out the parchment scroll and look closely, you will see that it is full of rhythmic symbols and lines. Of course, only bards with musical knowledge and performance skills can decipher these mysterious ancient scores and play them.

"Chapter of Vengeance ......"

After wandering between the rows of bookshelves for a while, Charles's eyebrows moved, and from a dusty compartment, he pulled out a large number of books the thickness of bricks.

Overall, "Chapter of Revenge" is actually an epic, from the beginning to the end, it uses poetic language to tell the war of the elven race and the division of the race in ancient times. The writer is supposed to be a drow elf, and you can find several places on each page that mock and rebuke the sun elves and moon elves.

Flip to page 89.

This was the page number indicated by the middle-aged mage.

The middle area of the page is vacant. It is depicted with simple rhythmic symbols and lines.

"A crippled piccolo melody?" The Charles is not a bard. The knowledge of game music is also a smear. Now, of course, it's impossible to read the score.

However, he understood a line of ancient elven text marked under the score.

"The musical legacy of the great Elven Queen, Amrari, when she arranged for the evacuation of her people from the court of Comanso. I hope that when future generations restore the performance, they can experience the queen's sorrow. ”

It should be the influence of Ogma's blessing, and there is no need to resort to reference books. In the eyes of Charles, the ancient elven script was automatically arranged into the lingua franca of mankind.

Comparing the handwriting, Charles concluded that the line was left by the book's author.

"The score composed by the Ancient Elven Queen?"

"It's a pity that it's mutilated. Otherwise, if a Bard player restores the score and plays it successfully, the experience will definitely be pouring in......" Charles smiled.

No one is allowed to take out the books in the 'Crown Palace', not even the royal family.

No borrowing is allowed, but transcription is allowed, but if you do copy it, Charles must go to the administrator and stamp the tracking stamp before leaving. This is the means by which the 'crown hall' prevents the mass spread of higher knowledge.

It is said that there is a mage hunt team stationed in the temple. Specialized in recovering transcripts and punishing communicators. I don't know if it's true or not.

It took a quarter of an hour to transcribe the Piccolo's score in its entirety.

Charles returned to his seat and bowed to the middle-aged mage, "Your Excellency's erudition is unbelievable, thank you for your help." ”

"It's a gesture."

The middle-aged mage reminded lightly: "Don't spread this ancient score indiscriminately. If you want someone to restore, ask the scholars of the Imperial Capital Bard Academy to help. ”

Charles actually had many, many doubts in his heart.

He vaguely felt that this middle-aged mage was not an ordinary mage.

To put it in simple words, it is to return to the basics. In this mage, he saw a more transcendent temperament than Patriarch Oma and the female lord of Arabe.

Legends!

As he exited the house, his mind flashed and Charles almost turned around.

The Cormier court is also a legend.

There will be no one else but that one. Charles and the legend had never met, and of course they didn't recognize each other when they met by chance. But he knew that the legend must have recognized him.

Because, so far, he is the only Holy Presence who can freely enter and leave the Crown Palace.

And this privilege is conferred by the Medal of Honor of the Royal Mage Association. This medal was awarded to him by the legendary man against all odds.

"Caladnay."

After a few minutes in the courtyard, Charles eventually left.

Since the legend was unwilling to take the initiative to identify himself, he turned back and asked the other party, which made the other party unhappy.

Charles left shortly after.

Filina, the chief of the royal court's guard, walked through the courtyard, entered the room, leaned over, and said, "Your Excellency, the princess and my king have summoned you. ”

"Are you ready?"

Kaladenay closed the book in his hand and did not leave his seat immediately, but said with a smile on his face: "Filina, guess who I met just now?" ”

"Who?" Filina was curious.

"It's the Holy Presence. Have your companion visit the Holy Presence who delivers information to the royal court. "Karadenai said.

"Holy Arrival......" Firina awoke suddenly, "I remember that only the priest could enter and exit the Crown Hall...... What do you mean by that pastor is in charge of all this? ”

"Of course, I'm paying attention to him, and there are many things in the imperial capital that can't be hidden from my eyes." Caradenay's calm voice seemed to contain a multiverse of insight.

Firina pursed her lips and said, "This time, please find out the dark half-plane. ”

"I've been locating that half-plane in the sea of stars."

"If you can, have those Arrivals go deep into that half-plane with positioning props. I'll prepare a destruction spell on the Mage Tower. Karadenai said.

If Charles had been here, he would have been unable to suppress his moans.

Destruction Spell!

This legend actually wanted to use high-level spells to completely sink the dark half-plane!

……

Get out of the 'Crown Palace' and go offline in the library.

As soon as he quit the game, he saw Zhang Ze fiddling with his hair on the sink. Look at how neatly dressed he is. Xia Er stretched his waist and quipped, "Is Zhang Gongzi going out on a date again?" ”

"your stinky fart."

Zhang Ze didn't look back. said: "I'll go and discuss tomorrow's actions with An Ying Anya." We're already working with the royal family. Tomorrow there is one day to find the scattered half-plane keys. ”

"Caladnay said that one key can bring 100 people into the half-plane, and our three guilds, as well as Nodashir, at least one key on each side."

"Hunt the lamp bearer?" Xia Er immediately knew about Zhang Ze's task tomorrow.

The lampbearer is the small leader of the Church scattered outside the Dark Temple, each with a different identity and is extremely hidden. Of course. If there is a large-scale search and arrest with the permission of the royal court, it is not difficult to catch some small leaders. The results are directly related to the determination of the royal family.

"Leave me a spot." Charles said after thinking about it.

"Huh?" Zhang Ze turned his head in surprise and said speechlessly, "Aren't you in the half-plane?" ”

"It's already out."

Charles didn't want to say more, so he found clean clothes and went into the bathroom.

The next morning, Charles logged in early, walked out of the National Library, and headed straight for the Bard Academy in the aristocratic quarter.

Reconstructing the Elven Score is not difficult for a musicologist, but Charles stayed at the academy all morning. Then he was impatiently kicked out by a musicologist.

To teach a Coming who has no foundation and no talent to learn Piccolo. The performance of the mutilated ancient score undoubtedly afflicted the scholars. If it weren't for the gold reward and Charles' status as a priest, the old elven scholar would have roared in anger.

In one morning, I learned half a flute piece. Charles was ashamed of his musical prowess, but thankfully he didn't choose a career as a bard in the first place.

After walking a few steps in the College Block, Charles unexpectedly received a letter from Zhang Ze asking for help.

The content of the letter was simple, scrawled in Chinese: "Come, Lower Area Necropolis, we have trapped a lamp-bearer exemplary priest." ”

Necropolis, lamp bearers, priests.

From these three key words, Chardon judged the situation of the dead party.

It couldn't be worse to run into an evil priest in a cemetery full of corpses. The Evil Priest manipulates the dead to fight for themselves and applies Blasphemy to make the undead stronger.

From the aristocratic quarter to the cemetery at the very edge of the lower district, it would take an hour or two to walk, and Charles trotted to the neighboring carriage shop, hired a four-wheeled carriage, and told the coachman to hurry up his horse while he sat upright in the carriage to check the state of his magic and equipment.

Half an hour later, when the carriage reached the lower level, a panicked flow of people from the opposite direction indicated that things had become big on the side of the cemetery.

"Zombie tide!"

"The undead! It's all undead! ”

The civilians dragged their families and shouted, all of them shouting in fear. The carriage could not move forward in the crowd, so Charles threw a few gold coins to the coachman and jumped out of the carriage.

"Even an evil priest who stepped into the realm of exemplars would not be able to create such chaos."

Charles was racing against the current, while secretly scolding the unreliability of the dead party.

"Hiss"

Although the worst was expected, when they arrived at the cemetery, the "corpse tide" in the mouths of the civilians still startled Charles.

Mountains littered with skeletons and zombies.

Ghouls and demons are crawling out of the cemetery.

At this time, the scorching sun is in the sky, and this scene is even more eerie and gloomy. Charles found Zhang Ze at a glance, who was resisting the tide of corpses.

The An sisters are also in the team of the 'Emerald Sword', and Long Yan, Yifeng, Qi Guangming, and Nodashir are not there, so they should have acted separately.

"[Dispel]—"

"[Dispel]—"

The three priests in the Emerald Sword team are protected by shield warriors, each holding a holy emblem with a nervous look on their faces, chanting to dispel spells.

The last female priestess was almost crying, she tried many times, but because of fear, the spell always went wrong.

Even so, 2 [Dispels] were thrown out in a row, and most of the skeletons and zombies besieging the team were also destroyed. But before Zhang Ze could breathe a sigh of relief, there were bursts of roars from the depths of the cemetery.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

Zhang Ze gritted his teeth and shouted, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that he had stabbed the hornet's nest.

The information is absolutely wrong, and the evil professional lurking in the Necropolis is most likely not a priest of Bane, but a follower of other evil gods or demons.

"[Dispel]!"

As the Emerald Sword and everyone were about to retreat, an incomparably calm voice resounded through the cemetery. (To be continued......)