Above the desert, the wind and dust are vast.

A group of hooded bands trudge through the wasteland.

Located in the middle of the line, the man at the front is a tall and burly man with a dignified appearance, who can impress at first glance.

Dahan was surrounded by a young man of a similar age. The attendant handed him a jug of water and asked with some concern:

"Your Royal Highness, how is your body feeling?"

"No problem."

The big man took the water, raised his head and drank it all, and replied with a smile:

"This level is nothing to me, the trials in the Falling Star Valley are a thousand times more uncomfortable than a mere desert."

"Rest assured, we will be there soon. The Holy Alliance should come and greet ......"

Halfway through the retinue's words, he was suddenly silenced.

The tattoos on his face shone slightly, like the lines inside some kind of machine. He keenly felt the fluctuations of power coming from not far away.

"Magic? And it works in a peculiar way...... Is this a change in gravity? Wizards who can use this ability are very rare. ”

The attendant's eyes narrowed, and the surface of his eyeballs appeared with the same texture and flowing light, and the scene of the kilometers ahead was clearly displayed in his field of vision.

The wasteland that is deserted and even the breath of life is almost extinct, this is the place located at the junction of the territories of the Wanzhong Empire and the Holy Alliance, known as the "Death Desert".

Now, however, a dozen paces away from them, lay a small bird.

It seemed wounded and dying.

“…… Wait, how can there be a parrot? ”

The attendant frowned.

"Something isn't quite right."

He waved his hand, and the guards behind him drew their swords one after another, staring at the birds on the ground with wariness.

This scene may seem a little absurd, but it is this unhesitating action that proves that the guards are a group of well-trained elite warriors.

“…… His Royal Highness the Prince? ”

The entourage turned his head and found that the big man seemed to be stunned, and he couldn't help but say suspiciously.

"You're so sensitive. This parrot is really no ordinary brute. ”

The prince seemed to come back to his senses at this moment, and commanded the people around him.

"Pick it up and bandage the wound well. Bring it to me. ”

"Yes!"

The guard beside him took the order and walked towards the parrot.

"Your Royal Highness, this ......"

The attendant was stunned for a moment. He never knew that his master still had such a good habit of caring for animals, but this parrot was not an ordinary animal, it appeared with that gravitational fluctuation, and its origin was obviously extraordinary, so he immediately persuaded:

"Let's pretend we didn't see it, do we? It's better not to have extraneous branches. ”

"Pretending not to see it, can you really keep things from happening?"

His Royal Highness replied calmly.

"It's like when I went to the Holy Alliance, everyone knew that it was for me to bear the fate of becoming a proton, could it not happen if I was ignorant of all this?"

"This ......"

"Alright, I've decided."

Dahan shook his head.

"Actually, I'm going to worship this parrot as a teacher."

“…… What the? ”

He thought he had misheard.

"But, but it's a bird—"

"Not bad. But didn't the people of the pantheon say that there is a spirit everywhere in nature, and that God is in everything? So, even if you are not a human creature, you can still be my teacher. ”

The prince took the parrot from the returning guard, and moved cautiously.

"Of course? This is only in name. As for you, call him ...... Uh, Aristotle is okay. ”

Strange name I've never heard before, the retinue thought to himself? And it's so long. Is there really a pet called this?

"If I want to be the Alexander of this world, I can't do without the help of a wise man."

“…… Your Royal Highness, what did you just say? ”

"Nothing? You won't know. The prince shrugged, "Let's go." ”

"Master, I'm leaving the Magic Tower."

This day? Joan Borgia visited Richard's residence early.

"Pity? The view inside the Magic Tower? I haven't seen enough yet. ”

“…… From the expression on your face, it seems that you can't see regret. ”

"Ahaha? Probably because I was prepared. ”

"Your father wants you to return to the Holy See?"

"No?" The female knight shook her head, "Is it a new mission that was given to me before?" I've been delaying for a long time, and I can't afford to delay any longer. No way? That guy loves to send me. ”

Didn't wait for Richard to ask further? She took the initiative to tell the Pope's confidential order.

"Some time ago? The 'Blood of the Gods', which was kept in a secret underground facility in the Great Sanctuary, was stolen. He asked me to recover the divine blood? It's best to catch those thieves by the way. ”

"Oh?"

Richard's expression moved, and he looked at his real name.

O blood of the gods......

After replacing Rasputchin, he has been thinking about who to target next.

Richard, of course, hopes to find a target more capable than Raspuchin. However, the legendary wizard is already at the pinnacle of the world of the Extraordinary, and if he wants to go one step further, he will be the Sage Demon King, or even the gods.

Regardless of whether it will be revealed after replacement, it is difficult to get the "key": how to find the traces of these high-ranking guys, and how to obtain their blood? Do you want to take the initiative to go to the door?

In fact, in order to perfectly replace someone, he must first ensure that the person is dead, and all this must be done without attracting anyone's attention; Otherwise, the secret of his ability to manipulate and substitute for others with the help of genetic information is likely to be exposed, and he may even become a public enemy of the world, as Richard knows it.

Richard's idea was that, since it was more difficult to deal with the living, he would focus on those who had passed away: collecting their relics, for example. However, according to the real name, once the item in question is inactive, the records that can be searched will become obscure, and it is likely that it will be useless.

While Richard was distressed by this, the news brought by Miss Borgia lifted his spirits.

He had heard before that as one of the "artifacts" in the hands of the Holy See, it was said that the interior was a space where time stood still. Regardless of whether this principle is exaggerated or not, the effect of the holy coffin is real, and the activity of the blood of the gods is very likely to be preserved, which can be the only clue at present.

He didn't know if the authority of his real name would work on God, but for Richard, it was an opportunity not to be missed. As long as everything goes well, he can truly become a ......

God.

"Those thieves are ......"

Richard remained silent. If he really wants to make a move, he doesn't want to be openly hostile to the Holy See for the time being, so he can only strike first.

"I don't know. But I heard that the things were in the hands of the people of the Glen Train. They were planning to sell the rarity as an auction item. ”

“…… That's pretty daring. ”

Richard, of course, knew about the Glentrain. The rumored auction venue that "can buy anything" has a huge power behind the scenes, and even the tiger whiskers of the Holy See dare to brush it, which shows its arrogance; Mr. Evelyn, who is tasked with saving the elves, is very interested in it, and even hastily ends his journey because of it.

"By the way, I have another piece of news about this. I think you will be interested. ”

Richard was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know why the other party suddenly said such a thing, and thought that Miss Borgia had discovered the secret that she needed to use biomass with genetic factors as a medium contract.

However, when you think about it, it's simply impossible. So—

"Which god did that blood come from?"

"Looks like you've guessed it, master."

The knightess smiled slightly, and she placed her hands on the table in front of her, leaning forward, and staring into the eyes of the black-robed wizard.

"This drop of divine blood comes from the Great Head of Evil, the Lord of the Demons, and the Army of Darkness - the Demon Emperor Bafengte."

“…… I see. ”

"How about this year's Glen Train departing in 10 days? Is the owner intrigued? Joan winked at him and pouted happily, "Why don't you just come with me?" ”

Richard's fingers unconsciously began to tap rhythmically on the table, as if he were in deep thought.

He had already made up his mind, but he didn't know which excuse to use.

- Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Teacher, are you there?"

The witch's respectful voice rang out outside the bronze door.

"Say it."

"I have received a letter signed by the 'May Society' inviting you to be a member of the 'Kabbalah Council' this time."

"Yes. Promise to come down for me. ”

Richard didn't hesitate.

The Kabbalah Council is the first grand event of the mysterious world once a decade with the theme of "exchanging academic achievements and sharing ancient knowledge", the crown family, the three towers of the stars, and the large and small fog are all formed, and even the people of the New World will be mixed in, and he has just become the leader of the magic tower when he needs to make a name for himself, and there is no reason to be absent.

"Where's the destination?"

"—The Glen."

The tapping on the table suddenly stopped.

The lady at the table smiled victorious.

Tower Leader: End