In the garden villa, Lucien looked at the still thick stack of letters, shook his head slightly, exhaled, and then checked them one by one with magic to confirm that there was no problem, and then slowly opened them and roughly browsed them to prevent the recurrence of people as radical as Pivi.

"Felipe?" Lucien looked strangely at the letter in his hand that had not yet had time to open, and couldn't figure out what Felipe was writing to himself for?

Discussing the problem of arcane and magic, he and he are good at different fields, they belong to the two factions with great differences in the fundamental ideas of elemental and necromancy, and they are both arcanists who are highly regarded in the younger generation, and the few people who are most likely to become legendary magicians are veritable competitors, although they have indeed cooperated once in private, but they can't even talk about basic friendship, and they have never exchanged letters, with Felipe's proud character, how can he suddenly write a letter to discuss questions with himself?

Attacking, insulting, intimidating, necromancy's view of the soul is close to the direction of electromagnetic waves and electromagnetic fields, and there is no doubt that he is a supporter of the wave theory, after Felipe saw the new paper in the "Arcane" journal, it seems normal to write a letter to refute his already annoying guy, but Lucien faintly feels that it is wrong, although Felipe's personality is a bit tyrannical, but he is very proud, and if he wants to attack and slander, he must write a paper directly and submit it, instead of doing it privately with letters as he is now.

"Something strange...... Lucien checked the letter again, especially to prevent the hidden marks of curses, corruption, souls, etc., and finally used astrology to calculate the danger, which inspired many magical defenses, before opening the letter.

"It's normal to attack the optical quantum hypothesis...... It's normal...... Felipe's tone "Lucien reads, reads. The brows furrowed slightly, a very normal letter, the basis of the normal attack is not accurately experimentally proven, and it is also contradictory to the classical electromagnetic theory and images, and there is nothing special about it.

“...... The frequency of misspellings in the words is a bit high, and there are twenty-seven or eight places on a few pages of letters...... "Because I think this letter may not be normal, so Lucien reads it carefully, although those mistakes are not eyesore, and he can guess what the original word is based on the context and most of the letters itself, which will not affect the fluency of normal reading." It's hard to find out what's wrong. But Lucien, who often corrects Annick, Heidi and others' exam paper exercises and "subversive" papers, is still keenly aware of this, resists the urge to pick up a quill and dip it in red ink for correction, and rubs his brow and thinks. "It shouldn't be like this......"

Lucien had only read Felipe's official papers. I don't know if he usually writes like this, often making spelling mistakes. But "according to his proud character, when writing to a hated competitor, he will certainly carefully and repeatedly check." Just like when you submit your paper...... Disgrace in front of his opponent should be something he is very taboo and disgusted with......"

The thought flashed, and Lucien was startled, without any emotional change on his face, and the wrong letters in those words in his mind were reflected independently and clearly, arranged in front and forth.

Correct the wrong letters, and they form a string of words that appear to be several words.

"Necromantic stirring ...... Wave-particle controversy...... Infighting...... Submitted to the council ...... Lucien read out what Felipe was trying to convey after breaking the sentence, but after these words, there were four meaningless letters that could not form words, "What do they mean?"

Lucien couldn't have imagined what these letters meant, but the meaning expressed in the previous section was sufficient: the undead of the necromantic realm seemed to want to use the wave-particle argument to create infighting in the council.

As for their purpose, Lucien guessed that it was the council's investigation into the city of Heidler.

"Submission to Parliament...... It seems that Felipe has little faith in me or himself, and perhaps the enemy is a big man like the Lord of the Dead and the Demigod Lich, and the only one he can rely on is the Council. This difference in strength cannot be compensated by wisdom and stratagem......" Lucien rubbed his chin, "Isn't he worried that I am also colluding with the Necromantic Realm?"

Lucien packed the letter and tossed it aside, getting up and pacing back and forth, thinking about how to submit it, how to play a role, how to completely expose the cooperation between the Pale Hand and the Necromantic Realm.

Walking to the bookshelf, Lucien glanced at it without focus, and was about to turn around, when he suddenly saw a row of language books placed there, including ancient Hilvanas, lingua franca, ancient Mether, elven, demon, and devil......

Seeing these books that began with letters, Lucien had a flash of inspiration: "Maybe the meaning of Felipe's last four letters is not as rugged as I thought." ”

"This letter is the second digit of the lingua franca alphabet, this letter is twenty-three, this one is eleven, this one is six...... 223,116...... "Standing in the perspective of an astrological magician, Lucien recognized the numbers as astrological coordinates as soon as he pronounced them in his heart," the location is the city of Heidler...... Uh, the entrance to the necromantic rift!"

"The Pale Hand lures out the Necromantic Realm, allowing the Council to begin its slow exploration...... That seems like a good thing and doesn't drag me into danger. I only know that this letter will not be my turn to be destroyed, well, there is no need to do anything more, just submit it!" Lucien quickly made a decision, got up and went to the council headquarters, and at the same time, he planned a big plan in his heart, preparing to let the unstable elements in the "Pale Hand" and the undead in the necromantic world jump out together, and then take advantage of the situation to scatter and disrupt the "Pale Hand", completely integrate it into the council system, and cut off future troubles.

............

Gray tombstones are planted on the barren plains, eerie and lonely, inexplicably terrifying.

Inside a huge mausoleum, Vicente, the pale-skinned Revenant Lord who was directly wrapped in bones, was floating in the air, trying to refine the majestic golden dragon in front of him into a puppet lich.

Suddenly, the dark red flames that jumped in his eye sockets flickered violently, and the wind of sleeping silence that blew through it suddenly subsided, and the legendary magic that rained down soul fragments forcibly stopped.

The golden dragon roared in the sky, his voice full of pain. To seize the opportunity, it is necessary to break free from the shackles and escape from here.

Miranda's Twelve Rings of Life Circle lit up one by one, imprisoning the dragon to death, seeing that it was difficult to escape, a trace of decisive light flashed in the dragon's golden pupils, and the body swelled, and exploded completely with a bang, blowing up the mausoleum as if it had suffered a devastating earthquake, and the stone pillars, arches, and scrolls collapsed and fell.

Everything calms down. Vicente, who had only a skull head left, said angrily and coldly, "Damn. I finally caught a golden dragon that was close to the legendary level!"

After a brief moment of irritation, he quickly calmed down and flew back to the secret hall of the mausoleum, where he landed on a huge black coffin with no pattern. Let the dome light up. The starry sky is revealed.

Just now. When refining the dragon lich, he suddenly had a strong sense of danger, and then he failed to cast the spell. Almost suffered a backlash, although there was nothing to do after the last, but it also lost a golden dragon close to the legendary level and a body in vain.

After arriving in the legendary realm, no matter whether he is good at astral magic or not, he will deliberately make up for his shortcomings in this regard, even if his physique and soul are completely in conflict with astrological magic, he will look for similar legendary items to wear with him, otherwise he will be killed by legendary magicians of the same level who are good at astral magic, and he will not know what is going on!

This is also the benefit of magicians and priests (after the Pope improves the gods), which can be compensated by learning, such as warlocks, knights, etc., unless their own talent has the ability to prophecy or has similar legendary items, they can only rely on the intuition of the soul or heart after being promoted to the legend to avoid the danger in a small area, and cannot sense this unknown, hidden, and large-scale danger.

Vicente, the Revenant Dominator, does not have the soul essence of conflict with the astral magic, so although it is not as good as full-time personnel such as the Prophet, the astral magic is sufficient, much stronger than other legendary mages who do not have the title of Grand Arcanist.

In the starry sky of the dome, the clear trajectory was moving, and the skeletal head of Vicente was floating up and down, and the result was quickly obtained: "Storm, storm, Fernando, devastating blow?"

In the pale skull's head, two dark red flames jumped silently a few times, and Vicente cast a magic spell and said, "Congus...... Rogerio, 'Di Mattes', 'Ador'...... Come here. ”

The pitch-black coffin was lifted at once, and a huge corpse with black vapor suddenly sat up, through the black gas, you can vaguely see that this corpse is composed of dense and complete intelligent life, including humans, elves, dwarves, demons, and devils......

It was as if the corpse half a mountain high exuded a terrifying pressure, as if absorbing all the life force of the corpse, and Vicente's skull fell on top of the corpse's head like a pale crown.

The corpse's eyes opened suddenly, two spots of dark red flames lit up, and the front became nothing, only the endless dead silence.

............

33rd Floor, Council Headquarters.

"Teacher, I received a letter from Felipe. Lucien said bluntly to Fernando, who was pacing back and forth.

Fernando's face was both serious and puzzled, rather strange: "What letter?"

"He told me through the code that the Pale Hand had joined forces with the undead of the mysterious black, white and gray space, intending to use the opportunity of this wave particle debate to stir up infighting in the parliament and gain benefits. He was worried about the danger of the mysterious space and leaned towards the council, so he also revealed the coordinates of the entrance to the mysterious space. Lucien said succinctly and clearly, deliberately describing the Pale Hand as the mastermind.

Fernando bowed his head lightly and said with a little anger: "I see, that's ......"

"What's the matter, teacher?" Lucien was a little puzzled, shouldn't the teacher's character be angry and ask carefully?

Fernando looked out the window and whispered, "Five minutes ago, before you approached the Magic Tower at the headquarters, Vicente came with Congus and the others to ask for a meeting of the Supreme Council. ”

"What?" Lucien asked, blankly.

Fernando snorted: "He captured all the undead from the mysterious space in the Pale Hand, and pushed the matter on Congus, Rogerio and others, saying that they deceived him." Then, he fully confessed the secrets of the necromantic realm, telling me that there were many dangers inside, and that I had to explore them slowly. ”

"This ...... Didn't they argue with it, Lord Congus?" Lucien just felt that it was too exaggerated, and he rushed over after reading the letter, and he didn't delay much time at all, but he did so many things, could it be that Felipe was discovered?

Fernando shook his head: "They completely admit their mistake, but they don't admit that they have done damage to the parliament. If you just hide the secret, you won't be able to bear much punishment, and the next thing is to interrogate the undead......"

Speaking of this, he glanced at Lucien and admonished: "In the future, there is no corresponding prophetic magic to cover up, don't casually plot against legendary magicians, especially plans involving their lives......" (To be continued......

PS: The saddest thing in life is to find that the broadband expires after writing, and then the hotspot can't be connected, no, there is even more sadness, when I walked for more than ten minutes to the place where the broadband was delivered, I found that I didn't have enough cash on my body, and I had to go to another way to withdraw money