Maybe it's really good luck, the luck of the two Radiant Moon Professionals seems to have quietly improved after meeting Kentiannu, although there is still a long way to go to defeat the Construct Empress, but at least after getting the Mad Mage who uses punk as a savior to help pay for the trip, the "Whisper of Destruction", who is worried about the long journey, can finally get back the magical equipment that was mailed to the storage center as soon as possible.

At this moment, the caster standing in front of a steel room with an open door regained his eerie appearance in a pitch-black robe with dark golden eyes.

"Is this where you usually work"?

Looking into the room in the middle of the door, Punk's words didn't make out any special emotional overtones.

Kentiannu is also a legendary professional, and even in the era of Netherel at its peak, the status of a legendary powerhouse must not be underestimated. So even if the place where he currently lives is just an "office location", the room where this guy works is definitely not small, and the studio that Punk sees is the size of a basketball court in terms of free activity alone, and the silver floor is painted with magical runes that connect to the outside world.

From this point of view, the crazy mage should really not be lying, because the internal structure of the house, which looks like a whole "data circuit" board, does meet the working standards of a "data reviewer", and a Kentianu who has stepped into the studio with a comfortable path quickly can't wait to take the initiative to open the database that he has permission to manage.

Of course, due to the fact that it had not been carefully organized for many years, this room that was supposed to be clean and tidy had already become a mess, and I saw several unknown shapes that looked like magic furniture curled up in a twisted and broken way in the dark corners that did not belong to them, and the obvious traces of spell bombardment on the ground and the large swaths of blood that looked quite fresh were obvious proof that a certain smiling mad mage was far from being as harmless as he seemed on the surface.

But what does it matter? An ordinary legend can't make any waves in front of the two Hui Yue.

"To you, good sir, this is all the data and information I have been working on over the years, and the template here is the trial notice written by His Excellency Dorausch himself, and I have been very careful in sorting them out."

Respectfully summoning a translucent energy template, Kentiannou, who was familiar with entering a long list of passwords, immediately sent the thin piece of information to the punk with both hands.

So far, the astonishing secret that the Empress of Makeup has hidden for 1.6 billion years has finally been unscrupulously exposed to her enemies.

“............”

"Sai'an, is this guy reliable? Uncle Ben really doesn't know what trials exist."

With extremely simple curiosity, the "Instant Kill Gun", who had been silent for a long time, also stretched out his head to look at the data in the hands of "Whisper of Destruction".

However, with his "illiterate" level of education, he must not be able to read those magical records full of technical terms, so the helpless mad knight can only turn to the orthodox "professionals" to ask.

It's a pity that the "professionals" at this moment don't intend to deal with the "baboons that are no longer useful", so even if he heard the extremely low-key Huiyue level spiritual power communication of a certain Golden Shining Knight, the Huiyue Mage who looked through the information with an expressionless face just turned a deaf ear and continued to think about it.

Well, some out-of-tune mad knight has been gorgeously ignored............

In fact, it is not difficult to verify the authenticity of Kentianu's words, after all, no matter how good he is at hiding and disguising, it is impossible for him to let the non-existent "Divine Throne Level Trial Facility" appear out of thin air, and it is even more impossible for him to have the authority to forge the words of Grand Master Dorausz to add oil and vinegar to the database of the Cyborg, so as long as he can find the "Path of Trial" that cannot be explored and the "Inspirational Declaration" of Doraush back then, presumably the authenticity of this matter does not need to be too suspicious.

Don't forget, the memories of the former Vedracia can be argued with the "trials" mentioned by Kentianu? A fabricated history may be able to fool Kane, but never a punk who has all the memories of the former "Sky Scholars"!

"These are the Eye of Doraush storage data...... Seventy percent of the remaining energy is enough to maintain a minimum consumption of 1240 billion years of continuous operation? These are the revolution constants, these runic structure maintenance reports............ Are these hundreds of thousands of years blank and garbled with no work records? These hundreds of millions of years are Kentianu's diary? And a bunch of chaotic self-talk? Hmm...... Found it, this should be the original manuscript of Dorausch's own words"?

Immersed in the sea of data, allowing the data and information that had been recorded for nearly three billion years to rush through his mind, the punk, who repeatedly thought and searched faster than the speed of light, finally spent a full ten minutes of silence before he found the original information of the original announcement of the Grand Occultist in Kentianu's "Careful Recording" and "Crazy Words".

This is a law communication with the unique imprint of Doraus-Kruttivig, although it is actually just a letter marked with the "Emblem of the Throne of the Throne", and it is not possible to carry the true Throne level aura from a magical point of view, but the "Throne Grand Arcane Badge" from the Nethrel era It is certainly impossible to allow anyone to forge it without permission, so it is impossible for Kertaroran who lives in the Cyborg Moon to falsify such a thing as long as she has not fully mastered the Cyborg Moon, and she will never allow the "citizens of Netheril" under her surveillance to "joke" about such things.

Therefore, even if they only saw such an emblem, Punk would have reason to confirm the authenticity of the contents of the letter, after all, it was a credibility guarantee of a former god-powerhouse, and it was also a credibility guarantee from the ancient Netharel civilization.

Even though the Divine Throne Arcans have long since fallen, the "rules" and influence that he once forged with his own hands are still not something that a mad mage and an alchemy golem can violate.

"Then let's see what this Grand Master has to say, if the trial he is talking about is indeed more reliable............ It seems like a good idea to give it a try, after all, Ketaroran has been staying in the hall made with the Sunburst level armor, and I can't beat her if she doesn't come out, and it would be nice to be able to force her out of her lair."

Cautiously thinking about the next course of action, the gloomy "Whisper of Destruction" finally clicked on the energetic title of the letter in his hand.

I have to admit that the information provided by this guy is really helpful at this time.