Carrying a large chest, Magellan followed his master and butler into the castle.

This is a historic monument, as Magellan knew, and was originally built as a military fortress, and traces of garrisons and wars can be seen everywhere.

"I was pleasantly surprised to receive Sir Cook's letter, and the whole of Francie marveled at your pioneering work in the East, and it was a pleasure to see you, Professor Magellan!"

The owner of the castle, the current Viscount of the Cliff Lord, seemed extremely enthusiastic, and Magellan coped clumsily like a scholar who had been cut off from the crowd for a long time.

"We have a gift for you. ”

The Viscount clearly wanted to surprise Magellan, and the expression on his face was a mixture of excitement at keeping a secret and anticipation of ecstasy.

Magellan smiled helplessly.

Then the Viscount revealed the answer.

"We've got the horn. ”

Magellan was amazed.

The viscount was too excited to notice the lack of surprise on Magellan's face, and he cautiously lowered his head and took the horn from a box on the table and placed it in front of Magellan.

"It's beautiful......"

It was a golden horn, two huge gems reflecting the brilliant light, and the skin that was exposed outside the gold package was delicate and crystalline.

"A horn treasured by the people of Esyad, a treasure of warriors, is beautiful. ”

The Viscount had not seen the most precious jewels in the summer palace of the king of the world, but he was still amazed by the horn in front of him, both in terms of intricate design and craftsmanship, as well as the history and legend behind it.

"...... Gjallar"

Magellan pulled out his glasses and put them on, leaned over to the table and looked down at the horn.

Only a very small number of people, who spend a long time and countless efforts, can get such a feeling at a certain moment: a beautiful thing buried in history comes out of words and into reality.

"A sapphire for the Ice Giant, a ruby for the Fire Giant, and gold for the will of Odin, such as the ...... of Niven"

"Ragnarok. ”

It was the Gjallar horn that Magellan had seen in countless documents, and he had speculated countless times about what the real thing would look like, and now it was right before his eyes, just like the record, but with a surprising strangeness.

"That's the horn I'm looking for. ”

Magellan straightened up, shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"It's a pity that I don't know who can blow it, and legend says that only the bravest warriors can blow the gallar, and let the power of the gods possess the warriors. ”

"No, no, no, it's a typical ancient legend, which hides the truth that is actually ordinary to boring with exaggerated claims, and it takes special skill to blow the Gjallar horn. ”

"Arthur?"

Magellan's surprise was fleeting, he really didn't expect Arthur to be here, but after seeing the bounty hunter, he understood everything.

As one of the regulars of 221B, Arthur had the natural opportunity to see Holmes engrossed in unlocking the ancient book, and he only needed to find a researcher who understood the ancient Loren language, and the alphabet probability method was not a problem for Arthur at all.

As for finding the castle and helping the viscount dig up the horn, that was his forte, and it was almost effortless.

"Welcome, Professor Magellan, it's a pleasure to see you," Arthur's excitement was all written on his face, of course he couldn't have taken the horn, but the viscount promised to give him a handsome commission, and Magellan's visit doubled that commission, "In particular, to be able to make this ancient horn sound again, it will not disappoint you." ”

Magellan smiled and nodded: "I'm looking forward to it." ”

The Viscount was visibly overjoyed, this was the best scenario he had ever conceived, the bounty hunter arrived just in time, and Professor Magellan looked very satisfied.

"Oh, by the way," said Magellan, standing up, placing the large wooden box he had been carrying with him on the table and opening it, "I sought out the horn to make sure it could make that sound. ”

"The voice that the whole world heard?"

Magellan nodded, and carefully placed the essence machine made of brass with a large trumpet-like structure.

"That's the voice. ”

Viscount and Arthur both gathered at the table, and Magellan carefully flipped the switch.

Then a distant horn sounded from the machine.

"That's the voice!"

The viscount felt that he had really fallen into a dream, that this wonderful machine capable of preserving sound could only be obtained by a leading scholar like Magellan, and now it was in his ears.

"Blow it. ”

Magellan carefully picked up the horn and handed it to Arthur.

Arthur put the horn to his mouth and held his head high.

Then a distant and grand voice resounded through the castle, with a fierce sound unlike anything else, like the roar of a giant beast.

"Exactly the same ......"

It was the voice that everyone heard, the sound of the Galar trumpet, announcing Ragnarok, the end of humanity.

......

In a person's life, there will always be a day when they will be unlucky and will not succeed in anything they want to do.

Today's Ruidu seems to be on such a day.

Military headquarters, operational conference room.

All the generals and staff officers stood far away from others, and the door was open, but contrary to the sincere prayers of all, not a single wind passed through the door, and the air was dead silent.

The countess's essence cooler stopped, not because of a malfunction, but because of a lack of essence supply.

Half of the essence supply that sustained this great city was completely cut off.

Due to the extreme heat and humidity for several days, coupled with the toxic mist from the steam area, the big tower in the center of the essence area finally had a major failure, and all the essence supply in Ruidu was cut off.

It was a major accident that had not occurred in the fifteen years since the establishment of the Essence District, but it was only the beginning.

The team of mages sent to the Great Tower of the Maintenance Center was stopped by the procession in the streets, and not only did they not make it to the Great Tower in time to complete the repairs, but they may not even be able to reach their destination before the end of the day.

The procession had taken over the city, with the slogan "Down with the steam zone", and no one knew when the angry citizens would disperse.

And that's not even the worst news.

At the same time as all this was happening, there was also a rumor that was becoming popular in the city, and people began to believe that both the year-round choking smoke and the maddeningly stuffy heat came from the non-stop burning of coal in the steam area day and night.

Finally, the heat is still there.

The countess felt that she should give up.