"I'm going to die, maybe three or five months, maybe three or two days, so I can't wait any longer. George, I can finally rest assured to see you. ”

Shaqi let out a violent cough, and he quickly removed the ink-soaked quill so as not to contaminate the letter.

The cough calmed down a little, and he continued to write: "I believe that nature has spirituality, and this spirituality is the law that we humans have to follow and everything runs, spring breeze, summer rain, autumn leaves, winter snow...... Silent language. The mage is the one who knows these languages best. ”

After a slight pause, Shaqi wrote: "Mages and alchemists are in the same vein of magic, mages want to talk directly to nature, while alchemists are more down-to-earth, advocating communication with simple 'things' first, and then things and nature." You've won, George, and for now, you've won, but I'm absolutely not going to admit defeat. ”

Writing this, Shaqi smiled self-deprecatingly, dipped himself in ink, and continued: "The threshold for mages is too high, this era, this era of rampant materialism, is destined to reject dedicated researchers and ascetics—and this is precisely the only way for a mage, a high-level mage. So, in this era, the mage is dead. Simpler, quick-to-profit alchemy is in vogue. ”

Shaqi gently put down his pen and slowly leaned on the table to the window, watching the snow fall quietly in the night sky outside the window.

"Turning into snow and falling...... Is it?"

He shivered, pushing open the window and letting the cold wind blow in, a movement that made his whole body feel like a knife.

The radiation sickness that woke up from the incubation period was like a three-headed vicious dog that pounced on him from hell, biting him fiercely.

There was no place in his body that did not hurt, and if it weren't for the mage's far beyond ordinary people's mental power and will, he would have collapsed long ago. While his body was in severe pain, his brain was still sober and calm, and even a little sentimental.

Cold and warm, fighting in the house. The fresh thrill lifted Shaqi's spirits.

He sat back down at the table and picked up the pen again.

"The ultimate goal of a mage is not to change or even destroy nature by himself, but to liberate people's bodies and minds. One day, the perfection of humanity itself will bring itself into the true kingdom of God, in harmony with nature. At that time, all 'things' will become servants, slaves, and burdens, no, not just things, but magic itself, so George, the final victor, will still be me. Of course, there is another possibility: we all lose.

"You have said that history is the process by which everything in the universe comes into being, develops, and then perishes. It's hard to imagine that you were only fifteen years old when you first said this. I even thought you were a prophet. But now, I am deeply afraid of your words.

"Alchemy is developing so fast, so fast that it's dizzying. Yes, it has greatly accelerated the conquest of nature, the conquest of kingship, and even the conquest of the kingdom of God. But this is not a good thing, the crazy seedlings are shriveled and die young! Will mankind go to self-destruction in a great progress?"

The campfire in the fireplace was swept by the cold wind, and it danced incessantly, reflecting Shaqi's thin cheeks, which was bright and dark.

"I'm going to die, and I can no longer fight alongside you. Forgive me as a deserter, one is enough for someone who has a vision ahead of his time, and besides, you have found more like-minded partners, although it seems a little ignorant. But I'm sure they'll grow. George, go for it. ”

As Shaki wrote the last line and fell asleep, George welcomed a distant acquaintance in his study: Ramos, the chief alchemist of the kingdom of New Tenotiran.

Ramos played a major role in helping Prince Atavar ascend the throne and put down the Kurruma rebellion, and he was the master of the Three Sages of Alchemy, so he joined the Cult of the Dark God and became the guest of King Atavar and the kingdom's chief alchemist.

Now, the national teacher, who is above 10,000 people under Nonotiran and has sneaked into Jagenk and came to George.

George said lightly: "The arrival of the national teacher is not far away, don't be surprised." What's the matter?"

Ramos laughed: "From Jagenke in the North Sea to New Tendontilan in the Southern Jungle, an iron curtain is being lowered across the entire continent, with the evil forces of the two-headed snake of ignorance and fanaticism on one side, and the free kingdom of progress and justice on the other. This Iron Curtain is the alchemy that wraps itself in the cloak of the Cult of the Dark God. And how can you, the architect of the Iron Curtain, stay out of the way at a critical moment of the struggle?"

"To put it bluntly, I'm busy. ”

"The kingdom of Nova Tenotiran is a paradise of alchemy, however, internal divisions are becoming more and more apparent, and there is a possibility of division and civil war. ”

George pondered for a moment, then said, "Technocracy has driven fanatical expansion? ”

"Yes, the upstarts think that if technology crushes all opponents, why not plant the Hydra banner everywhere they can see? ”

"Hmph. ”

"We can't expect crazy slave-owning aristocrats to have long brains. Atavar and Yupanki have worked hard to suppress these guys, including the Spider Empress, who are not optimistic about the situation in the next three to five years. So, I'm here to find a stable, dark Cult foothold in the North Sea - I've brought some small new technology products as gifts, you don't be naïve enough to think that Jagenk is someone to work with, right?"

George paced a few steps backwards and sighed: "Only technology, without social progress, is it really impossible to do things?" The Cult of the Dark Gods, it's time for a force of its own - what about your fleet?"

Ramos was overjoyed, and hurriedly replied: "There are only six ships moored in the open sea." But all six of them are loyal to the King and the Cult of the Dark God. Do you want to march on Jagenk?"

"No, Jacques is still useful. You set off at once, bypassing Jacque, and be careful not to let them find out. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Frozen Soul Sea, go through the Strait of Kegmo and find Governor Mordred. He is also a cultist of the Cult of the Dark God, where the fleet can be restocked. ”

"I've heard of it, but there's not even a decent port. What about the maintenance of the fleet?"

"Duck and Isabella are scouting the area, and they will soon find the perfect base to provide full supply and maintenance, as well as state-of-the-art research and production equipment. ”

"I'm going to go. ”

"Establish a stable base as soon as possible, I have a hunch that the first tough battle since the establishment of the Dark God Cult is about to start. Also, beware of the hypocrites of the Cult of the Illuminati. ”

"Hypocrites?

George recounted the split struggle within the Cult of the Illuminati, and Ramos sighed, "An envoy of the Cult of the Illuminati would become our ally, and he is ambitious to start anew. Fate is wonderful. ”

"It's a magical time, let's move forward together. ”

The door slammed open, and Lady Alexia rushed in: "Joe Duck sent back a message that Shaqi's illness has been saved!"