"Kid, I think you need this more than you have on the shelf. An old voice sounded from behind.

Constantine was startled, when he came in just now, he didn't notice that there was someone in this room, which was almost unimaginable for him.

This made him subconsciously alert.

However, he could tell that the voice was not malicious, and it was somewhat familiar, and he turned his head, and an old man in a silver robe stood behind him, and the old astrologer looked at him with a kind face, holding in his hand the Encyclopedia of Divine Spells, a spell textbook published by the Holy Empire Magic Association.

The old man handed the book to Constantine, who showed a flattered expression, and then said with a smile: "For most spellcasters except astrologers, when they first come into contact with magic, it is far more important to be down-to-earth than to look up at the stars, unless you can live to my age, otherwise, these books on the shelves are not of much use to you, and this book should be a gift from an old guy to a younger generation." ”

"Thank you, senior. Constantine thanked him respectfully, and did not refuse, this book was a good time for Constantine, and it was of great help to him in his upcoming task, which made him feel a little good for the old astrologer in front of him, and the old man's approachable demeanor was very gratifying compared to many monks who pretended to be sophisticated and pretentious in front of their juniors.

"You are about to enter the Royal Academy of Magic to study, it is only a matter of time before you learn the above knowledge, you don't need to be too nervous, although Her Royal Highness Diana is a god who is favored by radiance, but she is by no means a woman who does not eat fireworks in the world, and it will be a pleasure to get along with her. The old man said.

"I don't think I'm on par with the geniuses of the Royal Academy of Magic, as long as I don't think of myself as a pedantic monk by Her Royal Highness. Constantine wiped his cold sweat and said with a wry smile.

"Kid, you just compared magic to a towering tree in front of Master Ogden, and the six branches on this tree correspond to the six categories of magic, do you know where this metaphor originally came from?" the old man walked to the window and stared at the cliff outside the house.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a quote from the legendary Archmage St. Ingres, the greatest founder of the Temple of Magical Theory of the Golden Age, and the first president of the Imperial Magic Guild. The boy replied, a little puzzled why the old man had brought it up.

The old man shook his head, "This is not the case, the truth is that the parable comes from another, even greater magician, and Ingres is relaying the exact words of his teacher, whose name is Faust, the greatest magician of all time. Every mage in the World Tree Council knows this history, but the world doesn't know about it because of the deliberate propaganda of the Magic Guild, and this famous quote is inscribed on the top of the Council's Dawn City, as the origin of the name of the World Tree Council. ”

"World Tree Council?" Constantine had heard of the term for the first time.

"It is the name of an ancient order, dating back to the Middle Ages, as old as the Holy See, Faust was one of the three founders of the Council, and its seat is the City of Dawn, a place that mages all over the world yearn for, like the Great Temple of Olympia, to which glorious believers aspire. The old man whispered the history that had fascinated him, like a young boy looking forward to a heroic story.

"What is that, where is it?" Constantine's curiosity was aroused at once, and the young man was always full of great curiosity.

"I'm sorry, kid, I won't tell you that in history, every mage who has ever stepped into that city has made a magical oath that will never be leaked, and that it will never be broken. ”

"Why are you telling me this?" said Constantine, confused.

"Would you believe me if I said that one day you would walk into that city?" asked the old man.

Constantine was taken aback, "That kind of place must be a place that only the top magicians in the whole continent can set foot in, right? I'm just a little person spinning around the threshold of magic, how can I have that kind of opportunity?"

He began to speculate on the old man's identity and the purpose of saying these words, and although the silver-robed old man did not seem to have shown any malice so far, Constantine, a good hunter, was always habitually wary of the unknown, a habit that had been ingrained in him for the first seventeen years of his life, and had allowed him to survive countless times.

"You can be a joke made by an old man for a while. The old man blinked. "Sometimes, though, maybe the world itself is a joke!"

Dropping this meaningful sentence, the old man walked away, leaving the young man standing in the library in a daze, until he had walked far away, the old man stopped and sighed softly: "This child is really similar to his mother, little one, may you be treated gently by this world." ”

Ten days later, the cathedral in Richelieu welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

Hundreds of horsemen flocked to the centuries-old cathedral in a few magnificent carriages, led by a tall and heroic knight, whose magical armor etched with inscriptions showed his distinctive identity, and his whole body was full of the spirit of murder.

Seeing the Cardinal of Cicero waiting outside the cathedral, the knight skilfully jumping off his horse and bowing to the bishop, in the Holy Empire, the clergy and the clergy enjoyed almost the same secular treatment as the nobility.

"Diderot, captain of the Governor's Guard of the Imperial province of Baines, see Your Excellency the Cardinal. ”

"Thank you, Knight, and your contribution to the Lord's cause will be remembered by the Lord. Cicero drew a cross on his chest and said gently, "How is Your Excellency the Governor lately?"

"Your Highness has suffered a lot of injuries in the battle of the previous days and needs your own treatment, and I am here to greet your appointed personal priest. Diderot replied a little stiffly, and at the same time seemed to inadvertently turn his gaze to Constantine, who was beside the archbishop.

The young man was wearing a snow-white robe, with a book under his arm, and a gray box on his left shoulder, which looked a little delicate on the outside, and the knight couldn't help frowning.

"Of course. Cicero took a step towards the carriage in the middle marked with the royal insignia, and the cavalry took the initiative to make way for the old man to make a path just enough for one person to walk, while looking around vigilantly, Constantine keenly noticed that the armor of these cavalry had many scratches, and his eyes revealed a lingering tiredness.

After a while, a soft milky white light lit up, and then spread out in all directions with the carriage as the center, illuminating the entire street, and the holy light that illuminated the entire street made the pedestrians on the side of the road look sideways, and the cavalry who were affected by the light were refreshed, and felt that the fatigue caused by the long journey and fighting for days was swept away in an instant.

"Bishop-level Holy Light Technique!" Diderot looked at the rich and substantial holy aura with some shock, the healing spell of the military priest was not something he had never seen, but compared to the divine attainments displayed by Bishop Cicero, the gap was like fireflies and bright moons.

He is worthy of being the first theocrat of the northern diocese.

The holy light became more and more intense, and countless rays of light wrapped the carriage, which looked like a glowing cocoon, and after a long time, the light suddenly stopped, and the snow-white light cocoon broke, and a pillar of light rose from the carriage, straight into the sky, attracting countless residents in the city to look up.

Diderot stepped forward briskly and bowed again to the cardinal who had stepped out of the carriage, this time with more sincerity and thoughtfulness.

"The Governor's wounds are not light, and I can't imagine that these heretics are so rampant. Cicero's face was solemn. "Although I have expelled the curse magic in her body, and with the grace of radiance, she is basically fine now, but her body is still quite weak, and she must have experienced a high-intensity battle. ”

"The incompetence of his position has put His Highness at risk, so that he has been taken advantage of by those heretics. Diderot's face was sad.

"It's not your fault. Cicero said slowly: "The Holy See underestimated the strength of those heretics, and it almost led to a bad result, but, Lord Knight, darkness is only a temporary respite for light, not for eternity, as a shepherd, I will never sit idly by and ignore this, although I cannot personally escort them, but I will send three more light priests and two arcanists from the northern diocese to escort the Doge." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency Cicero. "Diderot knew exactly what the three priests of light meant on the battlefield. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with the divine assistance of the high-level priests, the personal guards would have no worries about fighting, and the addition of the two arcanists would greatly enhance the combat ability of the entire cavalry team, so that the safety of His Highness would be guaranteed.

The only thing to worry about was the weak-looking friar, and Diderot glanced at Constantine, who had a calm expression until now.

After a half-day break, the convoy was on the road again, this time with an extra carriage of three priests and two arcanists, and Constantine reading the book of Divine Spells that the old astrologer had given him.

After six sunrises and sunsets, the convoy left the province of Baines and entered the province of Huland in the north of the Holy Empire, and along the way, apart from addressing his physical needs, Constantine barely got out of the carriage, sat in the carriage and read the whole time, without exchanging a word with the people around him, not even a symbolic greeting.

This move seemed extremely indifferent and lonely in the eyes of outsiders, but the guards only regarded it as a quirk formed by the young monk who had been staying at home for many years, and naturally discussed it in private, but he would not show it on the surface.

(The third update of the new book, I beg all readers to collect and recommend it, and I am grateful.) ）