Hearing Jenny's words, Mark seemed a little stunned for a while, as if he hadn't been able to figure out the situation in front of him - it was also possible that the heavily armed Cecil soldiers made this somewhat cowardly young man so nervous that he forgot what to say for a while, but Jenny did not get angry about it, but patiently repeated again: "Go and tell the mentor that I'm back." ”

This time, Mark finally reacted: "Ahh......hh But ......"

He suddenly hesitated, and the language that followed was organized several times before he spoke: "But the tutor is not in a very good state now......"

"Just take me to him."

"Okay...... Jenny. ”

Mark glanced up at the soldiers behind Jenny with some fear, then dodged to the side, leaving a doorway to the inside of the magic tower.

Jenny stepped inside, the guards following closely behind, the sound of the metal clash of the magical armor causing the young man standing in the doorway to shrink his neck, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

In the Mage Tower, the classical and solemn furnishings are as if in memory, a fireplace made of long-lasting illusion is burning in the hall on the first floor, the flames are reminiscent of the pale color of ice and snow, the refreshing breeze created by the thermostatic barrier swirls in the hall, dissipating the heat of the season, and the shelves made of black grain wood stand quietly by the wall, and two servants are cleaning the dust from the shelves.

A planetarium was placed in the center of the hall, and under the power of magic, this lightweight and expensive instrument was running automatically, simulating the projections of many stars that were invisible during the day in a small area.

A curved staircase was located across the hall, running up the walls, while a half-moon platform with a balustrade floated inside the staircase, moving back and forth under the power of magic.

“…… The mentor finally got the pontoon device right? Jenny turned her head slightly and asked Mark who had followed.

"Yes," Mark seemed to get used to it at last, and his speech became smoother, "it took a lot of precious materials to get it done last year. ”

Jenny nodded, but said nothing more.

She just remembered that Rebecca should still be leading her research team to try to reconstruct the anti-gravity spell on the basis of the elven technology - to implement the expensive and sophisticated spell with a steel plate and a few kilograms of cheap copper and artificial magic crystals, and make it run independently on a small-scale energy supply device, the last time Rebecca said in the magic web communication that she accidentally embedded the test object in the ceiling, but they had managed to make the device fly.

Although it seems that the "flying" is not so stable......

She shook her head, ignoring the automatic lift, and instead walked down the familiar staircase from a familiar memory.

There were many equally familiar faces, bowing their heads respectfully as she passed.

These people may not know Jenny's current identity, or even the slave apprentice who had no high sense of existence back then, and was casually thrown out to deal with royal errands, but they at least knew the soldiers of Cecil's Legion and their equipment, and those with a little judgment could see that a person who was closely guarded by the whole team of soldiers and could come and go in this area at will must be a big man in the Empire.

Mark followed Jenny, and after ascending to the third floor of the Mage Tower, the young man whispered, "The Mentor is ...... at the Magic Hub."

"Hmm." Jenny nodded slightly, and walked to the secret room where the Magic Hub was located.

She hesitated for a few seconds in front of the familiar black wooden door, but finally pushed it open.

In the wide secret room, the faint light of magic power rippled between the walls, condensed into a substantial texture like a stream of water, poured into the magic pool sunken in the center of the room, a faint magic array covered the ground of the entire room, densely arranged runes extended from the edge of the magic array, from the wall to the ceiling, and in the center of the whole room, the focus of the magic array, a dry body was leaning against the edge of the magic pool, half of the body was soaked in the pool water, Half of the body is prostrate on the ground.

It was almost a dry corpse, as if thin flesh covered a skeleton, a patch of pale hair was disheveled, and the face beneath the hair was completely alien to Jenny—only the raised eyes, which were familiar.

Jenny slowly walked towards the shriveled body.

Human beings are really complex creatures.

The knights who held the city walls were also oppressing the serfs on weekdays;

The counts and viscounts, who fought to the death, also withheld the last bit of grain and land from the peasants;

Those who donated all their belongings to support the front, those who sent all their children to the walls, those who ran out of oil and died at the shield nodes......

They were at the same time the owners of the land, the masters of the serfs, the owners of the wealth, and...... The master of the slave apprentice.

William? Boken, a member of the Royal Mage Regiment, was responsible for guarding the shield node of the Western Wall, and on the fifth day of the siege, he drove all the junior mages out of the node hall and tied himself to the node crystal.

Now, he's dying.

Jenny stopped beside the body, slowly bent over, crouched down, and sat down on the ground—the ground in the mage tower that had been her seat and bed for many years of her life.

The shriveled head sensed the breath, he moved slightly, and in a tremble, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a hoarse and low voice: "Ah...... Jenny...... You're here......"

Jenny looked at him quietly: "Mentor, long time no see. ”

The hoarse voice sounded again, calmer than Jenny expected: "yes, long time no see...... What are you doing now? ”

"The Empire's Chief Runemaster."

“…… Ah, that sounds good. ”

"You're dying." Jenny looked into her mentor's eyes and spoke slowly but clearly.

The shriveled body moved on the ground, its head slightly raised, and then quickly drooped: "It looks like this...... So you're here to enjoy this scene? ”

Jenny shook her head slightly, and said word by word: "It is the magic equipment that breaks through the defense of the Crystal Cluster Legion, and they are all based on the Ravenketh constant and rune logic. ”

She had rehearsed this phrase in her mind countless times to ensure that not a word was wrong, and similar words had been brewing in her mind a year ago - but when she really had the opportunity to say these words, she found that she had no happiness in the slightest, and only felt emptiness.

The old mage, whose vitality was about to be exhausted, was silent for several seconds before responding in a low voice: "I know, I guessed it when I saw the 'magic web'. ”

"I'm not here today to see your end," Jenny said in a low tone, staring at the old mage, "you owe us an apology—me and Mr. Ravenkey's. ”

The room fell silent, and after a minute of silence, the old mage's voice sounded hoarsely: "It seems that I am indeed wrong......"

He suddenly coughed violently, and after half a minute of coughing, more life force left his body, making his voice even hoarse and deeper: "...... But I won't apologize. ”

Jenny looked at the man who was approaching death every second with some surprise, and her lips squirmed twice: "You ......"

"The Transcendent...... You can't apologize to the slave......" the voice said intermittently, "it'...... Principle ......"

The surprise in Jenny's eyes faded as she looked her mentor up and down again, and the room fell silent for a long time.

After a few minutes, the chief rune master of the empire breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had let go of some burden in her heart, she propped her hand on the ground for a moment, and slowly stood up—

The ground here is still as cold as I remember.

She lowered her head and looked at William? Boken: "I see. ”

Then she turned, as if ready to leave.

"Won't you do it?" A hoarse and deep voice came from behind him, "It's not that hard for you today. ”

Jenny didn't look back: "You're dying yourself." ”

"But you might feel better that way."

Jenny took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "This is my principle. ”

“…… Oh, that sounds good. ”

"Farewell, mentor, thank you for the two sacks of wheat."

Jenny walked out of the secret room, and the soldier who was serving as a personal guard immediately stepped forward: "Master? ”

"Let's go, report to Fort Silver. Also, in William? After Boken's death, the mage tower was nationalized. ”

"Yes!"

The soldiers quickly responded to the order, and Jenny glanced at Mark, who looked nervous and dazed, and several equally nervous apprentices and assistants not far behind Mark.

After getting to know the soldiers, they finally figured out the situation, and some of them were now almost waiting for Jenny to speak.

"After that, go to the government office and report, the era of classical mages is over—whether you can survive the new era depends on your own ability."

Jenny just left a few words, and then turned and left the place with the soldiers.

In the secret room where the magic hub was located, the dense magic streamer gradually dimmed and calmed down.

In the fading glow, the shriveled body soaked in the pool trembled slightly, and began to crack inch by inch, turning into debris.

When all the debris had fallen into the pool, a hoarse and distorted voice sounded in the uninhabited room: "I'm ...... Sorry......"

In the Silver Castle, Gawain met Jenny from the south in his study.

"I thought you would choose revenge," he said to Jenny in surprise after hearing the soldier's report, "or at least...... Vent a bit. ”

"I thought about it, but I found out that I really wasn't that kind of character," Jenny said with a slight smile and shaking her head, "None of this is meaningful to Mr. Ravenkes, only the roaring magic machines and the formula numbers printed in the textbooks are the best memorial to the deceased." ”

Gawain gave Jenny a serious look, and on the face of the white-haired girl with scars on her cheeks, all he saw was calm and indifference, and it was obvious that some kind of gloom had left her.

"Since it's your choice, that's fine. William Boken was a lucky man, he died in the old times, much luckier than many diehards who survived the siege," he shook his head, "and sit down, we have a lot to do in this city, and I have to give you an account." ”

Jenny sat down in a high-backed chair next to her desk with a smile on her face, "I'm ready—Rebecca told me before I came that I should bring back as many books as I could on classic spell models." ”

Gao Wen thought for a moment, recalled the spectacular scene he saw after entering the library of the royal family and the library of the Mage Guild, and spread his hands with a smile: "Then you will definitely get what you want—this is a treasure house." ”

……

Silver Castle is truly a treasure trove, and in every sense of the word, the Moen royal family's centuries of accumulation have left the castle with an unimaginable legacy - any storage room in it is enough to dazzle a half-elf from the South in an instant.

But Amber resisted the allure of the jewel pantries with sheer willpower (and Gawain's deterrence, of course), and her entire attention was now absorbed in the Moen royal family's mountain of heavy court books.

In a room deep inside the Silver Castle, Amber was rummaging through a large pile of scrolls of books, with several MIA operatives and several court scholars busily working with her.

"This is the Moen royal family's internal library, which includes secret royal archives and the private collections of successive kings," a gray-haired court scholar said as Amber followed, "and if you can't find what you're looking for outside, it's probably here, but if you can't find it here...... That's probably not really there......"

"That only proves that this place is not well collected," Amber glanced up at the old scholar and waved her hand impatiently, "Don't be busy with your age, find a place to rest, in case a scholar like you rattles over, someone has to slap me on the wall......"

The scholar stepped aside helplessly, while Amber continued to rummage between the bookshelves, but after less than half a minute, she suddenly stopped, turned her head to stare at the empty space between the bookshelves, and raised her leg to fly—

Before she could kick out, a figure quickly emerged from the air and flashed to the side in a hurry.

"You're going to flash a little later, and I'll kick it out," Amber glanced at the Raven, "what are you doing here?" ”

"I'll report the situation," Raven said as she stood at a safe distance and reported to her new boss in front of her, "the list of all the Royal Shadow Guards has been organized, including each one's areas of expertise and service experience. ”

"Okay, just send it to my office, I'll study it slowly when I go back - both the MIA and the Steel Ranger are short of personnel, as long as you retrain well, you can all come in handy."

The crow breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head: "I am willing to obey orders." ”

Then he looked at the busy scene around him and couldn't help but ask, "You haven't found what you're looking for?" ”

"Of course, why else I'm still here," Amber rolled her eyes, "so much, God knows when I'm going to find ......"

Raven thought for a moment, "What exactly are you looking for?" ”

"A surname that is not recorded, a nobleman that no one knows...... Probably a nobleman," Amber said casually, "his name is Surrey?" Randolph, the Transcendent, but there is no source mentioning this surname. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly touched her chin and stopped, staring at the dark crow: "You shouldn't have heard of it, right?" It's not all said in the story, it's dramatized or something......"

"I'm sorry, but I haven't heard of that name or last name either......" Raven shook his head, but before Amber rolled his eyes, he continued, "but if the person you're looking for is a 'Hidden Knight'...... Maybe there's a clue in the Royal Shadow Guard's secret file. ”

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