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When Rossiel opened her eyes again, she was back where she had just entered the tower. She looked at her companion with a surprised look in front of her with a slightly dazed expression, and she was confused for a while.

"It's the handiwork of the gods." Reins looked at the steps in front of her inquiringly, "I'm afraid each step is an independent space, and if you want to walk up in a real way, it will not be possible to end it for a few days and nights." ”

She had just learned a general idea of the structure of the tower, the spaces were independent of each other, but they were not completely enclosed, and as long as she found the magic entry and exit, she could move on to the next location.

However, this is too much of a hassle.

"So what do we do?" Rossiel wasn't stupid, and she immediately reacted to the trouble it would cause them, "The people of Rossos have plenty of time to explore here, but we can't. What's more, they may also use this tower to set up an ambush for us. ”

Although this sounds a bit of a delusional tendency, the opponent is Rossos after all, and they have long understood that kind of bad style of acting.

"Rossos can't have gone up layer by layer." Rhines concluded without hesitation, "The further you go, the more difficult it is to get out of the space, and they must have another way." Moreover, it is impossible for them to go directly to the top of the tower, and the high place has always been believed to be able to reach the gods, and the high tower built by the gods is afraid that the spire has a direct access to the plane where the gods live, so it will definitely be heavily protected and sealed, and it is impossible for Roseos to touch. ”

Such a complex design of the building must have a simple back road, just in case it is almost impossible to happen.

"Maybe there's a platform or something in the middle of this tower." Rossiel offered her opinion, "Rossos can wreak havoc on them there. ”

Reins did not answer her guesses, because she herself did not know what the facts were. At this time, the girl from the Demon King Continent was talking to her husband on the side.

"Kui, here and ours...... He...... What minaret? ”

"Hipório Minaret."

Kyild's tone was very flat, as if he had long been accustomed to remembering names that were difficult to remember for his wife.

"That's right! That's it! Isn't their structure the same? ”

"It shouldn't be exactly the same, but it's not too far apart." Kyild raised an eyebrow, "After all, they were all built by Lord Constzny, and in order to be able to balance the magic of this continent, they can't be too different. ”

"I remember Figgy saying that he used to have a picnic inside the minaret." Bianko shrugged, "He secretly took his mother there, there are several platforms in the spire, he was afraid that his mother would be afraid, so he took her to eat on the bottom platform." I remember him saying that it was the thirty-ninth step, and that Master Constzyny liked that number. ”

The black-haired girl's words made Reins' heart move. She didn't know if thirty-nine was the number that the god liked, but thirty-nine was one of those numbers with magical powers.

No one knows who prescribes the number of magical powers, after all, it is never mentioned in the rules of the creation god. However, some people have worked hard to study all the magic that can be used in the form of words, and finally found that both the stroke and the amount of medium are related to certain fixed numbers. The closer you get to these numbers, the more powerful they become.

If you put these numbers in order, thirty-nine will probably be able to rank in the top five, of course, not first. I'm afraid that the number of first place was used by the ingenious god to use it at the top of the tower, and with the weight of thirty-nine, it was also a reasonable choice for the stability of the lower level.

It is impossible for Rossos not to know this, so now, when the destination is not yet clear, they might as well go to the "Thirty-Nine" first.

Reins couldn't help but glance back at the couple, she didn't know whether the stunned-looking girl was saying these words intentionally or unintentionally, whatever it was, it was better than standing there stupidly without their help.

"As much as I wish everyone here would follow me, it's clear that this is an unrealistic prayer." Reins said with a slight mockery, "Luckily, the space here is not cut off from the flow of magic, so I still have some way of finding each and every one of you." ”

Her fingers lightly dotted in the air, and several silver-gray balls of light floated out of her fingertips, mischievously drawing circles in the air, and Rossiel reached out to them as she was accustomed to, and one of the balls of light "swished" into Rosiel's body. Her teammates followed her example and accepted the orbs of light.

"It's my magic mark, and I can grasp the whereabouts of those who carry them, and as long as it's not in an enchantment set up by someone much more powerful than me, it won't leave my sense."

The bright red eyes turned to the only two who hadn't received the ball of light.

"Of course, that means tolerating my magic entering your body." "I can easily mash your guts and crush your fragile little veins if I want to," she said briskly. If you don't want to take the risk, I don't mind. Anyway, the best thing I can do is this, the choice is yours. ”

Kyild frowned slightly, they were in an alliance with Molfi-Filley, and they had accumulated a certain amount of trust over such a long time, but he wasn't sure if he should trust each other to this extent.

He turned to look at his wife, and met the black eyes that were completely trusting. Taught that Bianko was not the "little lamb" she didn't know anything about, and she knew the threat that the mercenaries did would pose to them, but she chose to trust his decision as always.

Kyild couldn't help but reach out and rub the little black head, he always carried all the trust of his wife at all times, which made him not be able to make a decision without prudence, but he also believed that he would choose the right path.

"I hope my trust is correct."

Kylde nodded to Bianco, and together they held out their hands to the last two orbs of light floating in the air. Two silver-gray balls of light circled around them as if they were complaining before flying into their bodies.

The ball of light didn't give them any strange feeling, as if nothing had happened. Reins snorted as she watched them and clasped her hands to her chest.

"Don't force it." Reins said sarcastically, "I wish you two would refuse them, so I wouldn't be responsible for your safety." ”

"In that case, we should accept your kindness even more."

With a rare smirk, Biancole covered her mouth and chuckled beside Kyalde, blinking at the silver-haired mercenary who rolled her eyes.

Reins and her companions advanced ten spaces in a row, and as she expected, the space further back the space became, the more difficult it was to find a way out.

Luckily, from the perspective of the mana structure, at least until they reach the middle of the tower, they won't encounter a space that is completely cut off from the flow of mana.

"Look at the path I'm going to take next." Reins turned to Rosier behind her and said, "Everyone, follow suit, don't go your way." ”

Just in case, she sprinkled a mark of magic along the route she had taken, but it was only a measure that was better than nothing. As long as these people can watch her carefully and follow in her footsteps, there won't be much of a problem.

Ten spaces were enough to prove her hypothesis that there was some kind of passage that could easily cross a large number of steps, as long as the right passage for the magic was found.

If her calculations aren't wrong, following her pace can trigger the right loop to teleport to the tower's first platform.

There will be such a hidden setting in every space, but the closer you are to the space on the platform, the easier it will be to find your way.

Even if the pitiful odds of running into that little one are that she miscalculated, it doesn't matter. Even though she had never used magic according to the rules, she knew the rules of magic. The result calculated according to the rules is not dangerous, even if it is not the right path.

Novelty is a kind of aesthetics, but it must also follow some higher level of rules, which can become true beauty.

If half of Hua Shao's office is the classical layout of her family, and the other half is the simple style of Molfi's high-tech technology, I am afraid that Hua Shao himself will not be able to bear to work in this kind of place. But if one of them is used as the overall tone, and the other is used as a supplement, it will be presented in a suitable color appearance, and it will be a beautiful combination of the two styles.

Why did she understand this? It's not because her foolish engineer lover actually thought about this aspect of the design.

Apaya was also a mechanical engineer rather than a designer specializing in architecture.

…… But Filly's residency was indeed designed by him, and perhaps he had a unique perspective on it.

Oh, she should stop her train of thought, she's gone too far.

Although Rhine's mind wandered far away, she still walked in the direction she had reached out with her magic without deviating from her feet.

The space on the tenth floor is a forest-like place, and unlike normal forests, there are no creatures here, only countless angels wandering among the trees, singing the praises of their faith.

"Kyo." Rhines heard the dark-haired girl ask her husband again, "I remember Figgy saying that Constzny was especially fond of children?" ”

"Yes, because he doesn't have children himself." "You know, he pursued the goddess of beauty, but he was rejected with 'nothing beautiful,' so he became the god of creation — at least his mental faculties could be called 'beautiful,' and the goddess of beauty agreed." ”

"But he was still rejected?" Biancole said sympathetically, "He's so miserable." ”