The insect-like arcane golem began to crawl slowly after falling to the ground, because it was engraved with a hidden fluctuating magic circle, and its image was inconspicuous, and it quickly left the original enchantment area of the magic tower after an hour...

The old order was still maintained in the magic tower, and everyone was waiting for the good news from the owner of the tower - but they didn't realize that the magic tower they were in had become the target of several forces...

Thirty kilometers away, Elder Crawford's team camped in the night, and ten kilometers to the north, Elder Kyle's team was moving forward in the darkness of night - this forty-two-year-old elder was wearing a silver Mithril light armor, as the only high-level "Arcane Warrior" among the elders of the "Holy Order", Kyle's mobility was definitely the most powerful, and the members of his entourage also had the highest proportion of Arcane Warriors.

With twenty-nine Arcane warriors and four Arcanists, the team marched extremely fast in the cold night. Walking like this, the arcanist who led the team suddenly stopped, and after casting a "tracking spell", he said, "Lal has finally sent a signal!"

Kyle was also overjoyed when he heard this, the reason why he had the confidence to speed up at night to chase after him was because he had planted an undercover agent under Dominic!

In the past two years, this undercover Arcane Warrior has thrown an arcane golem to the outside world every one to three months, using it as a carrier to inform Kyle of the current location of the Magic Tower and Dominic's movements - at first, Kyle did this, naturally to prevent Dominic from becoming the dominant family after owning the Magic Tower, but now it has become an important clue to locate the Magic Tower.

He believed that he would definitely be the first team to reach the magic tower.

Fifty kilometers away, Elder Obre's party camped as usual. At this time, he lowered his head and held his wand to cast a spell on a black scroll, the sides of the scroll were inlaid with magic crystals, and the dim paper surface showed all the objects that were currently emitting energy fluctuations in the entire forest, from large and small magical beasts to rare mineral deposits, all of which showed light points of different sizes and colors on the scroll.

If that's all there is to it, you won't be able to find the Magic Tower of Helsinki. But as Dominic's "ally" before his death, Aubrey, who had a thick brown beard, was the only "elder" who had entered this magic tower before.

He himself is proficient in the study of magic circles, and he has paid special attention to the defensive enchantment of the Helsinki Magic Tower. So at the moment, it's not so much that he's looking for the "magic tower", but that he's looking for that familiar "enchantment".

After searching for a long time, Aubrey's gaze finally stayed on a blank space, and if it was any other mage, he would never be able to see the strangeness of this place. But Aubrey was keenly aware of the slightly distorted traces of energy in it.

Dominic could not have imagined that his staunch "allies" would use this method to claim his legacy.

With a huge treasure, it is naturally coveted. These high-ranking members of the Holy Congregation share the same greed as the human aristocracy.

As the sun rose, Houdini woke up from his bed in a cold sweat.

He didn't care about wiping the sweat from his head, and immediately got up and began to write the content of last night's dream on the desk next to him. The prophet gasped for breath and felt his body unusually weak. His hand holding the pen was shaking, and the front and back of his pajamas were completely soaked, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

"What the hell is this dream..."

Although he knew that his "dreaming" now had a prophetic effect, while the dream last night made him feel terrified, he didn't think it was a "prophecy" at all...

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. ”

After writing three or four sentences, Houdini suddenly felt a little short of words. Because he felt that he could not describe what he saw in words, he had to take advantage of the memory on another piece of paper and began to paint the scene he saw in his dream.

Houdini had never studied art, and he didn't know the basic principles of perspective and "near big and far small", so he found the things he painted ugly. However, thinking of Roddy's order, he still tried to draw a rough picture of everything he saw.

After an hour of writing and drawing, Houdini realized that the sweat on his body had dried up. Smelling this sour smell, he smiled bitterly, hurriedly took a bath, and then walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

As he walked to the front of the mansion, Houdini looked at the unfamiliar guards and carriages in front of him, and then remembered the visit of the Duke of Ivota yesterday. Originally, as his "chief mage", he didn't need to be notified if he wanted to enter, but thinking that there were two women in the mansion now, he still respectfully said to the servant at the door.

Houdini was soon allowed to enter the chamber, and when he entered the door, he found two people sitting in the room—Akasha, dressed in fine clothes, got up to greet him, and sat down in the main seat where Roddy was, as if she were a hostess.

The Duke of Evta, who was in the guest seat, also greeted him, and Houdini quickly returned the salute, and after a brief glance, he found that this duke was indeed a rare beauty. Not only did he not say anything about his appearance, but he also had an indescribable coercion and momentum on his body, even with the strength of his own magister, he felt the indescribable pressure...

The nobles of the Karen Kingdom are so powerful, doesn't it mean that these nobles are usually ordinary people?

But considering the young face of the other party, who looked less than twenty years old, Houdini, who did not know the history of Efuta, had to treat Sally as a "genius", but did not realize the importance of the scepter in her hand.

"Lady Akasha, hasn't Lord Roddy returned yet?"

At yesterday's welcome ceremony, Houdini didn't participate in the follow-up activities after Sally arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, so he didn't notice the delicate relationship between the two women in front of him... In addition, he didn't like gossip in a deep house, and he didn't realize what he had caused by this sentence at the moment.

"Maybe we'll have to wait until they find the Tower. You also know that Her Excellency Kardashian likes to go straight to everything. ”

Akasha smiled brightly, clearly happy for the word "madam". Sally next to her raised her eyebrows, but after all, the city was deeper, and she couldn't help it.

"Is there something going on here so early?"

"Lord Roddy said that he wanted to find the Tower and asked me to try using prophecy, but it didn't work out well. But I thought about it every day, and I also had a dream at night. I thought that this dream might help Lord Roddy, but these things I dreamed of last night were really strange, so I tried to record them and took them, and if Lord Roddy came back, I would show him them. ”

Houdini seemed hesitant, obviously embarrassed by the absurdity of the dream.

"Can you use what you dream about?"

Sally was genuinely curious, and finally asked. There was no need for Houdini to answer, and Akasha replied, "Houdini Magister is one of Rasiman's most powerful prophets, and his previous two dreams have verified the correctness of his predictions. If it weren't for him, Elson City would have changed hands now. ”

"That's amazing? That's thanks to Magister Houdini. ”

Sally really didn't expect to say this, and was a little surprised. She stood up and saluted - for her, "protecting Elson" was protecting Evta. Houdini did not expect the duke to be so polite, and he was very impressed, and hurriedly got up to stop her.

Akasha next to her raised her eyebrows slightly, and reached for the paper: "Can I take a look?"

"Naturally, it will be handled by the city lord's wife. ”

Although these few sentences of dialogue were brief, Houdini was keenly aware that the two in front of him seemed to be engaged in some kind of confrontation, as a prophet, his ability to avoid risks was absolutely first-class, so he hurriedly retired without saying a word.

When the parlor fell silent again, the atmosphere fell silent. Seeing that Akasha didn't move while holding the paper given by Houdini, Sally smiled helplessly, and took the initiative to get up and sit down beside her: "Sister, can you let me take a look together?"

"Whatever. ”

Akasha struggled not to make her voice mean, but the words she uttered in this situation were a little stiff. She moved to the side, and the two beauties came together and looked at Houdini's drawings and recorded texts.

However, after looking at it carefully for five minutes, Sally's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and she couldn't help but say, "This... I'm afraid it's really just a dream, right?"

Akasha had great confidence in Houdini, but now she was also a little confused by the content of this dream. She was full of words just now, and at this moment she could only try to be round: "I heard Roddy say... Houdini's skills were affirmed by Victor, the lord of the Frost Dragons, and it stands to reason that they should not be outrageous. ”

But the meaning of her words was still obvious: this time it was indeed a bit outrageous.

After all, the things recorded in this dream are too unreasonable, the things painted on that drawing on that paper are boxy, and the things dotted on it look very neat, but they are definitely not possible things in reality - the most terrifying thing is that, according to Houdini's explanation, he also saw Kardashian and Roddy painted on the same small portrait, not only are they standing in strange positions, but their expressions are also strange and abnormal...

According to Houdini, the painting shows Roddy with a pained expression and Kardashian laughing loudly.

In those years, "art" was basically religious, and there was no room for painters to play at all. Even compared with the portraits of aristocratic families, it is "deviant".

In other words, no one would draw such a thing.

The two of them guessed with the paper for a long time, but they had no clue, and finally had to put things away.

"Maybe Roddy can see what it is, he knows the most. ”

"Well, this wood... Well, this guy does seem to know everything. ”

After the two said this, they both looked up at each other and looked away - obviously, they had a common language for Roddy, but in their hearts, they both hoped that there would be no such "common language".