Kamel writhed awkwardly, the pieces of rune armor floating in the air making a subtle crash with his movements, but the strange sensation came and went as fast as he could, and before he could figure out what was happening, everything seemed to be back to normal.

To tell the truth, Kamel hadn't had this kind of "feeling" for many, many years - since losing his human form, he had lost most of his human sense, and instead had the ability to detect his surroundings with the help of magic, and he wasn't even sure if what he had just felt was "itchy"—the feeling was so far away, so far away that he only vaguely retained such an impression, and when this feeling suddenly appeared, he was even startled, and thought that something was wrong with his body.

Jenny in front of him looked quite worried: "Master Carmel, you really ...... No problem? ”

"It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable to come to a new magical environment, I'll just go back and adjust my energy flow," Kamel said hummingly, manipulating the magic to make the manuscript paper full of formulas and calculations on the table float around him, his voice filled with admiration and surprise, "I still can't believe it...... You can sum up these things......"

"It's not just me, but Mr. Ravencase, Mr. Wild Mage, they are the ones who laid the foundation, and I just summarized," Jenny corrected seriously, daring to look directly at the two-point jumping arcane spark on Kamel's head, "The lord once said: the truth of the world should tend to be concise and clear, and it is everyone's God-given right to explore the truth, and man's magical talent should not be a shackle to his or her thinking......"

"The shackles of thinking...... Carmel mused, thoughtful, "everyone has the right to think—that's a phrase often used on the lips of the Magi of the Gondor era, but few really extend it to everyone, and we're so used to the fact that only magicians are qualified to inquire into the truth that we almost forget about it...... Ordinary people can also think. ”

He looked around at the manuscript paper floating around him, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of the magic mechanisms he had seen in the machine building before, and thought of the "mortals" who operated and even designed magic mechanisms, as an ancient mage who had studied the way of magic for many years and had seen the magic civilization of Gondor, he could certainly realize what these things meant.

Even ordinary people who do not have the slightest talent for magic, as long as they have enough knowledge, can control the power of magic - not only can it be used, but it can even be researched and invented, and it can be used to advance the development of technology.

Kamel is a researcher, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything about social development, he can imagine the impact of these technologies on human civilization, and he doesn't know if the effects are good or bad.

"Noble magic, after all, is it just a tool......" he muttered to himself.

"Magic is not noble, it is just a power," Jenny immediately retorted, but shrunk her neck as soon as she finished speaking, "This is also what the lord said......"

However, the expected "Ancient Magus is furious" did not appear, and Kamal only let out a series of hoarse laughs: "You seem to admire your lord? ”

"The lord is a great man," Jenny whispered, "and he sees farther and more than any of us think, and sees ...... through."

"If he is convinced that this is good for humanity, then I will support him, after all, I have sworn allegiance," Carmel chuckled, placing the manuscripts neatly on the table, and turned to look at Jenny, "Can I take a copy back and study it?" I'm ...... about these things Hot. ”

"Absolutely!" Jenny nodded busily, a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to ...... this stuff So interested. I thought an archmage like you would get angry when he saw something like this, after all...... Treating mystical magic as a tool is considered deviant to many magicians, and my mentor nearly killed me for it. ”

"Deviant...... Maybe it is," Carmele scoffed softly, "but do you know what I did? ”

Jenny shook her head honestly, "I...... I don't know. ”

"I've done more deviant things," Carmel said blandly, "and all of us are...... We're the most deviant researchers we've been chosen out of, so the things you're working on are nothing to me, and I'd love to work on them with you. ”

Jenny bowed her head happily, "Master Kamel, it's my pleasure. ”

"You're the master in this field," Kamel said modestly, "and a lot of what I've learned is no longer applicable in this day and age, and it is necessary to start anew." On the academic path, honor belongs only to those who are capable...... Well? ”

"Master Kamal?"

"It's nothing, I'm itching again......" Kamal twisted awkwardly, suddenly turning in a certain direction, and in that brief moment earlier, he finally sensed the direction of the magic fluctuation that caused him to "itch", "What is that place over there?" ”

"Over there? It's mostly residential areas and warehouses...... Jenny was stunned, "Ah, but there's a magic lab at the end of the street, which belongs to Ms. Hetty, and she's probably doing experiments in the lab right now." ”

"Magic experiments?" There was curiosity in Kamel's tone, "Interesting...... I'm going to take a look. ”

……

Located in the Shadow Realm's Fortress of Disobedience, the material handling work has come to an end.

Most of the useful specimens and ancient equipment were packed up and transported to the fortress in the present world through the Might and Magic Gate, and most of the unmovable items were large equipment connected to the main body of the building or contaminants that had been identified as harmful and unsuitable for transport to outer space, and as the removal work drew to a close, the fortress facility gradually returned to calm.

Pittman stood on the top floor of the fortress of disobedience, the heavy wall of separation had been opened, and through the translucent "divine protective barrier", he quietly stared at the chaotic and broken world outside the barrier, and watched the giant white deer floating between the large swath of rubble and metal debris.

Occasionally, the passing soldiers glanced at the old druid with curiosity, and they were amazed that the old man, who had never been serious, could have such a deep and solemn appearance, but no one leaned in to talk—they had to finish the final work to get out of this strange place as soon as possible.

Some soldiers would take a curious look at the body of the giant deer Amon outside the protective barrier, but they also didn't pay much attention to the corpse of this huge creature - only a few people knew the truth about the white giant deer, and those who knew it had been gag-off, and now ordinary soldiers didn't know what amazing secrets were buried in this fortress, and the claims they got about this fortress were just an ancient research base for the study of ancient and powerful creatures, The white deer floating in another dimension is a monster that has been dead for many years—an explanation that is easier to accept than simply telling them that this place is for the gods to slice.

But Pitman knew the truth about the white deer, and Gawain told him about the fortress of "Disobedience" and the fortress of disobedience, and even if Gawain didn't say it, Pittman could understand what it was the moment he saw the deer Ammon.

He had been standing here for a long time, staring at the remains of the god of nature for so long, his wrinkled face was tense, and he couldn't see any change in feelings, and it was impossible to guess what was going on in his heart, until there was no one around, and he sighed softly: "It's really dead......

Then he silently took out the silver disc, oak flakes, blessed twigs and acorns from his bosom, and used them to build a small altar in front of the wall, he lit the oak sheet in the center of the altar, and sprinkled a pinch of pollen on the small flame, his movements were as precise and capable as those druid priests who had an uninterrupted tradition three thousand years ago.

There are very few druids in the world today who can master such a complete sacrificial action.

However, the flame in the center of the altar only burned silently and gradually extinguished as the fuel ran out, and the god of nature was in front of him, but the altar could not evoke even the slightest miracle.

Pitman didn't care about this, he just quietly completed the short but complete ritual of the sacrifice, watching the things on the altar completely burned by the flames before he raised his head, looking at the corpse of the white giant deer that shimmered in the darkness, he suddenly showed a smile:

"You're lying here, and it looks like the god of nature will never appear again."

With that, Pitman turned around and left the place without hesitation.

It took him a long time to walk back into the territory through the hollowed-out fortress of disobedience, through the ancient fortresses in the dark mountains, the sun had sunset, the huge corona hung over the forest on the west side like a golden crown, and in the dimming of the sky, he saw a group of people leaving the only church in town.

These were supposed to be civilians who had just finished praying, all with calm smiles on their faces, while the berserker-like priest of the Light stood in front of the church, watching the last of the prayers leave.

Wright had already seen Pitman approaching him, and the strange priest of the Holy Light began to greet him in a loud voice from afar: "Old man! Come in and sit down, don't you? I've got a bit of unfinished bread here! ”

Each piece of the sacrament biscuit distributed by Cecil Holy Light Church is handmade by Pastor Wright, with a firm texture and indestructible.

So it's never finished.

Pitman thought about his teeth and stomach for a moment, and felt that as an old man, there was no need to challenge something that young people would not dare to challenge, so he politely declined Wright's offer, but walked into the church anyway.

"It's rare for you to come here," Pastor Wright lit up the magic crystal lamp in the church and handed a glass of water to Pittman, "I'm afraid you're the only one in the entire realm who comes to the church the least - even Miss Amber comes more often than you." ”

Pittman subconsciously asked, "Did you lose something?" ”

Wright was able to get the conversation on the go: "I really don't have anything to lose here, so Miss Amber hasn't been here much lately." ”

Pitman was stunned, laughed silently, and after laughing a few times, he sighed softly: "Do you have strong beliefs?" ”