"Oh my God! I've never heard of a spell that can be reversed! Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info As long as you can make it happen—that's a side proof of this novel theory!" Corelli's eyes widened.

Odin groaned for a moment, and the periphery of the rectangle, diagonally in diameter, drew a new circle.

Then, he chanted in the ancient imperial Chinese: "Sputter!"

Arcs of light suddenly flew out of the array of eyes, like boiling hot water, scurrying around, turning everything on the desk into charred black. The upward arc of electricity spurted straight to the ceiling, leaving an imprint on the marble.

In an instant, within the range of the desk, an extremely unstable electric arc field was formed, which frightened Corelli and took a few steps back.

"Oh my God!" he shouted.

However, this was not the end, the arc light became brighter and brighter, began to condense into a clump, and ejected from the eyes of the array, like a comet into the air!

With a violent explosion, the arc ball cracked, shattering the table, the windows near it, and the marble floor beneath it!

Professor Corelli's mouth never closed again!

Odin looked at him with a smile and clapped his palms in his ear to bring him back to his senses: "This is the real world of magic, rigorous, free, full of logic, much more interesting than those who don't know the so-called occult. ”

Corelli nodded repeatedly, not caring about his numb body from the click, and took the gray-robed warlock's hand.

"Mr. Diggs, you say you have a 10,000-year-old handscroll of magic, can you let me look at it?" Corelli hurriedly spoke in his most polite words, begging Odin to show him a glance at the scroll describing magical knowledge.

"Yes, yes, but I have the conditions. Odin smiled, not polite.

"I promise you!" Before the words could be finished, the silver-haired professor agreed—he didn't care what the conditions were!

"Stop believing in the true god Osiris and join the apostates. The warlock spoke astonishingly.

"No problem at all. As long as the traitor has knowledge, I can break it to pieces. The silver-haired professor reneged on his faith without thinking about it.

"Hide your identity from me and discover more of the Sanctuary's secrets for me. When I ask something, I can't say no, and when I ask you questions, I know everything. Odin made a further request.

"I will do everything I can. "Mr. Pedant bowed to the Warlock—he had never bent over in his life!

"Ross had praised you to me before—he said that you were the wizard of spells alive, the only master of spells, who could solve the doubts that had plagued me for more than twenty years. Corelli's face remained unmoved, but his tone was sincere.

"I've always wanted to integrate these intricate disciplines of magic, and as for faith - to hell with it! Sanctuary - to hell with it! the Inquisition - they have the ability to hang me from a barbed chain and let my blood go!

"I have only touched the door of truth today!Thank you, Mr. Diggs, I will do anything for you!I swear by my academic career!" the silver-haired professor raised his hand tremblingly and swore an oath.

Odin didn't care about his excitement at all, and took out a scroll of papyrus from his cuff: "Professor, this is the first volume of the Principles of Sorcery—the book in my hand is also a fragment, and some of the obscure parts can only be deduced by yourself, I am sure you will like it very much." ”

Corelli took it with both hands, like holding a fragile gemstone, not daring to clench it, but reluctant to put it down.

"It's a greeting gift, and thank you for everything you've done for me before—forging paperwork and confirming my status as a seminary student. Also greeting you on behalf of Archmage Ross. "Odin owes himself to the silver-haired professor.

"Hey, Ross guy. This stereotypical middle-aged man actually burst into tears.

"The road to truth is difficult, and the road to freedom is even greater. The Rebel still has a lot to do with your help in the future, so thank you in advance. Odin smiled again.

The professor is as simple and straightforward as the rumors say, and it is rare to find such a person in the Empire. Since then, in the center of the power of the Imperial Sanctuary, Odin has been given a solid "nail" - so smoothly because of the path paved by Archmage Ross, who seems to be more nervous than Odin about the traitor.

Idealists are indeed good tools, they will be desperate to fulfill their fantasies, even if there is a great difference between reality and fantasy.

"There's a dark line behind me, they're going to watch my every move, and they're going to pass by your premises - but I need to avoid the stalking to meet with the others. Please cover for me. Odin asked for the professor's help again.

"There is no problem, those who are close to the truth do not do evil things. Without hesitation, Corelli agreed.

"It's not too early, and my identity is inconvenient, so I will leave first. Odin bowed to his resignation, leaving Corelli caressing the thin roll of paper in his hand, facing the half-destroyed house with a dull face and tears in his eyes.

After planting his eyes at the Imperial Seminary, the next step is to make the calculations of Deep Valley City and Ice Soul City fall through.

Once the south revolts, the alliance army will invade the imperial capital, expose the ugly truth about the murder of the former king, and the stormy royal family will be overthrown in an instant.

During this period, as long as Arthur Stanley does not die, he will naturally ascend to the throne. The deep valley and the ice soul will definitely find a way to overthrow the new monarch and seize the power of the country.

When the situation stabilizes, the overactive renegades and the city of Paliwa will become the number one problem for the new rulers, facing the fate of being hanged - although the two families of Hall and Esther now seem intent on shielding these infidels, it is human nature to put interests first and backsliding.

At that point, everything will go back to the same place, or even worse. The Sanctuary and the Inquisition will purge the city of Paliva, and you, as the source of the Empire's scourge and the representative of evil, will face endless hunts.

Odin didn't want his two months of hard work to be in vain, and the more chaotic the situation was, the more profitable it was for him. It is best to let the Western Alliance formed by Deep Valley, Silver Eagle, and Bai Lin, and the Eastern Alliance formed by Silver Eagle, White Forest, and Cisse fall into a melee, and both will lose.

Where is the breakthrough - by the way, in the imperial capital, in the palace, in the royal family.

This can be achieved as long as the new monarch, Arthur Stanley, is not manipulated by either side.

What should be done? It's simple - just make Arthur the target of contention.

"Maybe I'll be able to convince Arthur Stanley to serve the renegades!" Odin pondered, planning his next meeting.

He returned to Sunset Boulevard, and the sky was overcast, and the clouds seemed to be pressing down on the ground. The summer weather was very changeable, and the afternoon was irritatingly hot, but now the gusts of wind had swept up the leaves, and a drizzle had hit Odin's robes, and the downpour was sure to come soon.

A carriage approached, and Odin was splashed with water from the wheels. And on the carriage, the logo of the silver eagle is hung.

Odin patted the water stains on his body, and saw five or six people with very ordinary looks and clothes, walking from behind him.

On Sunset Boulevard, even the servants wore brocade, and these few people in coarse cloth clothes stood out. And from the back wall of the Imperial Seminary to Sunset Boulevard, there are only a few remote paths.

"Interesting. Odin thought to himself.