"The world of ashes is located on the edge of the multiverse, and only dragons like mine have the talent to communicate with the source of mystery across endless galaxies to cast spells. At the same time, due to the conspiracy of the great machinist Imaska, the curse of the gods has been hanging over this place since tens of thousands of years ago, and no god is willing to use his divine power as a bridge to communicate the source of mystery for the benefit of this "land of gods". But when is it not to underestimate the ability of humans to adapt. After more than a hundred generations of continuous exploration, the humans of this world (who may have been some bloodline warlocks at first) have independently discovered a new way of casting spells. This spell is very similar to the secret art of the famous desert world called "Atas", which is also covered in deserts, and is taught by the dreaded witch kings......"

- "Notes on the Historical Research of Sallotta" (Cover Edition of the Volume)

The supernatural and mysterious power of the world of Atas originally had only one way of psionic energy, and the creatures that survived in that world had more or less some psionic talents.

Attath's magical powers were first discovered by Rajat, the "Atrodivadorcer". The teacher of the Witch Kings, an outlier among the Perrins, has invented a new technique to extract energy from life to perform magic through his research on the power of magic.

He divides magic into two opposing sides: the magic of the guardian and the magic of the Corruption.

The former needs to extract life energy from itself to release spells, and the cost is that the caster will soon age and die, while the latter casts spells by extracting the life energy of other creatures, not only will there be no damage to the body, or even those from other creatures, but also can give the caster a near-eternal lifespan.

It's just that corrupt magic doesn't just affect the mind of the caster, the large-scale use of this spell can wreak havoc on the ecosystem of the entire world. In fact, it was the Primordial Warlock who deliberately allowed his best human apprentices, the fifteen warriors of Rajat, to wage a "battle of purification" against all non-human intelligent beings. During the war, the Corrupt Magic was used extensively, which eventually led to the near destruction of the entire Attas, which is still a barren desert.

Although it is unknown whether the warlocks of the Ash World borrowed from Artas's "corrupt magic" in the original way of developing spells, they must have heard of the name of the Remnant Sun.

Every mage in the Ember World repeatedly tests the apprentice's mind before imparting knowledge, and those who complete the test and are included in its doorway are required to swear by their true mage name. They need to swear that they will never misuse their spells, and that they will never pass on their knowledge of spellcasting to others without being tested.

As a result of this strict teacher-teacher relationship, most of the mages in the Ash World are passed down from father to son, and the study of spell-casting techniques has always been limited to the mages' own small circle. In the Medici Empire, the original casters selectively recruited noble heirs as apprentices from the very beginning for the purpose of obtaining worldly wealth for the purpose of making offerings - the study of spells needed money wherever they could.

Passed down from generation to generation, the mages who were both nobles and spellcasters gradually grew into a new social class in the Medici Empire, which was different from the simple dual society of "noble-commoner". The Great Veyshur assigned them to garrison the various cities of the Empire, and they were henceforth entitled to a fixed salary from the Empire as a result of their official status.

Possessing great power, but often confined to their own vows or obsessed with experimentation, the mages of Medici have always been restrained in revealing the mysteries of magic in the world. There are also some who occasionally use their spell-casting abilities to make money, such as privately refining moon candy for Archon Nome.

They may make good businessmen, but they will never make good fighters. Unless there is a conscription order issued by Lord Hassaint himself, the "Third Estate" of these empires will most of the time only operate within the quarters designated for them in each city.

Even due to the mystical skills they mastered, even the archons of the Lord of a City could not effectively mobilize these mages. Hence the accusation that the Khedive rebuked him for "being a country of his own" and "passing the buck to combat missions."

"The city people have been suffering for a long time, that's right!" The city lord of Nome threw aside the cup that still had a thin layer of crushed ice slag at the bottom in his hand, and struggled to support his fat body with his feet, and walked to the door of this reception room in three steps and two steps: "Raise the mage for a thousand days, use the mage for a while." ”

Seeing the Archon stand up, the Khedive knew that he wanted to go to the mage's residence immediately to negotiate.

"Your Excellency," said the Khedive with a smile on his face, "If you go like this, you may not be able to move the mages. Although the elves of Nome City have been suffering for a long time, what does this have to do with them being raised by the Empire?"

Having just ingested a large amount of Moon Candy, the Archon's mood was a little high. The Khedive stopped him suddenly, and immediately a look of utter anger appeared on his face. But before he could actually start the fire, the Khedive, who knew how to read words and colors, and had been prepared for it, took out a scroll from his bosom and handed it forward.

The Archon took the scroll and opened the clasp to examine it - a habit he had developed when he was a transcriber in the Imperial Library, and no matter how busy or anxious he was to take the scroll, he would look at it twice before anything else.

"This is supposed to be a map, annotated by the ancient Desert Elves. The place marked on this map is supposed to be Gosanir, more than 100 miles away from the city of Nome, and the ancient desert elves called it Konir. It is famous for its underground volcanoes and is notoriously barren in the desert. Huh? Is this ......?"

"I'm afraid there won't be a second person in Nome City who can read the ancient elves," the Khedive was well aware of his master's temperament, so he first praised his erudition before continuing, "I've had a lot of contact with those old mages because of your business, and I know a lot about them. Speaking of which, in addition to money, the most impressive thing for them is the various secrets of spells. You read that right, I bought this scroll from an antique dealer who came to Nome to buy goods. According to his translation, it was a map that pointed to an ancient mage ruin, which happened to be not far from the royal court of the Sasem. If we say that the two tribes are fundamentally willing to clash, and are willing to exchange the right to excavate this relic for the help of the mages in the city. Wouldn't it be easier for them to be moved if they like to do business more than to obey your arrangement?"

After hearing this, the archon thought for a moment, twisted the goatee on his chin and said, "Since there is a possibility of a treasure, why do you want to share it with those mages?"

"My lord, two birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand!"

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