Roy, who was sleeping in the box, was awakened again, and Lyster comforted Roy, who wanted to escape, and cooperated with Nora to forcibly feed the requiem potion through a drop needle, and when Roy fell asleep again, Nora withdrew her magic and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead.

Yuumi on the side jumped up excitedly and cheered for the great victory.

"It seems to have succeeded, and I can't guarantee for too long that there will be no resurgence of evil spirits for at least thirty years."

Hearing Nora say this, Lyster also breathed a sigh of relief.

"In this case, I can leave with peace of mind, thirty years in Bandle City is at least fifty years above the material realm, fifty years is enough time for me to solve this matter, and I may have to trouble you at that time."

"You...... Little Leni, is this time leaving? ”

Nodding to Nora, Lyist left a handwritten copy of Introduction to Pan-Magic on the table.

"Introduction to Panmagic" records what he has seen and heard about most of the magic in the Runetera Land in the past 700 years, which can be said to be the biggest harvest of his years of travel in the Runetera Land, and it is the work of his life.

From the remote and long-term non-attribute [Energy Magic], [Arcane Magic] and [Forbidden Magic], to the modern [Rune Magic], [Elemental Magic], as well as the [Bandel Magic], [Star Spirit Magic], [Nature Magic] and the [Fairy Magic] heard from the road intersection,

In addition to the fact that there is no detailed record of the little-known [Dragon Magic] and [Time Magic], "Introduction to Magic" has already included most of the little-known magic theories in Runeterra, plus Lyster's own practice and conjecture, no matter where it is placed, "Introduction to Panmagic" can be called a magic master-level work.

This represents all that Lyster has achieved in the field of magic, and he is willing to give it away to Nora.

"This is what I have seen and heard in my hundreds of years of travel on the continent, I know that you like to study magic and potions, but unfortunately I know very little about potions, so I can only write about my own experience and views on magic, I hope it can be useful to you,

There are some things in it that are inconvenient to pass on to the outside world, and it is easy to cause trouble when seen by others, so please be careful if you want to use it publicly. ”

"Meow ~ Little Leni, will you stay a little longer?"

Yuumi, who was carrying a small face, began to shed tears, and Lyist took the initiative to hold the kitten in his arms, brushed away the tears from the corners of Yumi's eyes, and pressed his forehead against the cat's little head.

"Don't cry for me, it's not like I'm not coming back, Yuumi, don't be too playful, remember to protect your master, she is very strong and reliable, but there is always a time when she can't resist someone, then you have to stand up and protect her."

Nora took the tome in her arms and bowed her head silently.

"Woo meow, woo woo...... Hurry up and come back to see Yuumi Meow......"

"Well, I'll definitely come back to see you soon, Nora has already told me the rules for opening all the random portals in Bandle City, and I'll definitely come back to see you if I have time."

After calming the cat, Lyster looked at Nora again and said softly.

"Nora, I know you like to explore the magical monuments alone, although some of them seem nagging, but I still want to say that you must be careful when you go out on adventures, and in case of danger, you must return to Bandel City through the Magic Book in time."

Nora didn't speak, just lowered her head and nodded, the height difference made Lyster unable to see Nora's expression at all, and wondered if Nora had listened to her advice, so Lyster had to give up and took out the codex left for Tristana and Lulu from his pocket.

"This letter is to Tristana, this letter is to Lulu,

If you want to say goodbye, it will definitely become troublesome, and the two of them always like to be sentimental, so it's more convenient to write a letter,

The place I'm going to this time is dangerous, and I can't lead the way and Tristana, and there are some things that I need to do alone, so I can only trouble you, Nora, I have caused you a lot of trouble this time in Bandle City, thank you very much. ”

The indescribable atmosphere in the room made Yuume's little face burst into tears again, and Nora, who had used magic to hide the tears, finally raised her head and smiled.

"Where are you going this time? Little Rennie, let me give you another ride. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and smiled back.

"Okay, just put me on the south side of the Shining Silver Mountains this time."

In the year 805 A.D., a portal appeared out of thin air on the mountainside of the Shining Mountains north of Boleham, and a man jumped out of the portal and returned to the physical realm.

The overcast rain swayed on the ground with the wind, and a small and lovely blue bird lay on top of the man's head, comfortably making a comfortable bird's nest for himself, and controlling the wind to blow the rain curtain for the man.

Looking at the majestic green hills in the north, the man smiled and stroked the little head of the blue bird.

"LeBlanc, don't come unharmed."

Wrapped tightly around the hood, the man disappeared into the wind and rain.

……

The underworld, the realm of the soul,

The immortal city of death sits on the soul sand, and the eight soul watchtowers that rise from the ground form a soul enchantment to isolate the billowing death of the underworld, Mitner Lachen is like a sleeping bone dragon domineering in the soul realm to encircle his own territory, under the never-ending forced labor of the soul slaves, the dragon is still extending its minions farther away, smiling at the true master of the underworld.

If a Noxians could overlook Mitna Lachen with a will and consciousness that would not be consumed by the energies of the underworld, that person would surely find that the casting style of the City of the Dead was the same as that of the Immortal Fortress of Noxus.

Like the Immortal Fortress, this war fortress is narrow, cramped, thick, steep and cold,

Countless cities, arrow sentinels, towers, battlements, and tunnels that can shoot spears and soul arrows at any time make up a war behemoth covered in hideous fangs from head to tail.

Hundreds of thousands of legions of the underworld and the undead are stationed at the passes of the City of the Dead, dressed in dark-styled hoplite knight plate armor, patrolling the tyrant's territory day and night, ready to wage war and embark on a killing journey.

In the core castle of Mitner Lachen, Maude Caesar sits alone on a throne of bones forged by thousands of souls, the soul-haunted Nightfall rests on her right, the Black Iron Plate Armor of the Underworld King hangs his head silently, his eyes burning with icy flames.

The hall was empty, silent and deadly silent, and even the miserable souls who couldn't stop wailing on the soul bricks chose to silence one after another, and these pathetic souls didn't understand until they became bricks in the city of death that not only their own flesh and soul, but even the meaning of their own existence could be oppressed by tyrants.

Any act of resistance will lead to torture and torture, and the owner of this place has spent thousands of years of immortality as a master torturer of souls, and even the toughest bones will be reduced to a tiny dog under the tyrant's seat as soft as mud in a scream.

There is no concept of time in the underworld without the sun, moon and stars, it seems that thousands of years have passed, and the owner of the black iron plate armor raised his head protected by the barrel helmet, like the voice from the Nine Prisons of the Netherworld echoing repeatedly in the main hall.

"Sebastian."

As if he had been silently waiting outside the main hall, the fifteenth general of the Netherworld Legion, a man who had continued his position for nearly a thousand years, came to the throne with a rich and undissipating death aura, bowed his head respectfully, and knelt down on one knee.

In his millennia of service, he has become very clear about how he can please his imperial master and allow himself to continue as the marshal of the underworld who is about to conquer the world.

"Master, servant Sebastian is here to listen to you."

Mordecaesar's icy gaze was fixed on his most powerful servant, even the most ruthless and tyrannical emperor would have more trust in his loyal and capable subordinates, Sebastian had demonstrated his personal worth with his own excellence and loyalty, and Sebastian was qualified to stand in front of him and listen to his voice compared to the hopelessly stupid waste.

Of course, if Sebastian didn't do it well enough, or if there were slaves who did it better than Sebastian, he didn't mind having his Nether Legion change a marshal.

"Tell me how long it will be before my dragon legion is in my sight."

Always keeping his head down, Sebastian paused for a beat and reported to Maudecaesar about his plans to invade the Dragon Island.

"Returning to my lord, the dragon sacrifice Anvatonette has chosen to surrender completely, but if you want to build a stable underworld passage in the powerful dragon mound of the magic enchantment, you still need more soul and energy, any wind and grass will allow the dragon to discover the underworld energy of the dragon mound, and the master's believers and servants in the material realm alone cannot complete the construction of the passage in the simplest and most effective way."

"Sebastian, I ask you, how much longer?"

As always, Maudekaiser, who was angry, did not choose to listen to the explanation, knowing that he was in danger, Christian was calmer.

"In my estimation, it will take at least a hundred years for the Dragon Sacrifice Anvatonette to use the slaves of the Dragon Island to accumulate soul energy by sacrificing to my lord."

Maudecaesar did not speak, Christian knew that it was his already somewhat impatient master waiting for him to come up with a new solution.

"In order to make my master's plan come true as soon as possible, I vetoed the proposal of the dragon sacrifice and reformulated a plan that would speed up the progress."

Cold as ice, the sound of chilling into the bone marrow came from the fire of the unquenchable soul.

"Say."

"The speed of accumulating souls through ordinary sacrifices alone is too long, and Dragon Island has been comfortable for too long, so long that those dragons who think so highly of themselves have forgotten that dragons were also slaughtered in the Dragon Wars, and arrogance is their greatest weakness, and it is also a weakness that we can exploit."

After a pause, Sebastian continued.

"Although the masked spirits under the command of the Mother of Masks are actively obliterating the mages and transcendents of the Runeterra, and the messengers of the underworld are forcibly grabbing powerful souls from us, there are still many hidden transcendents who have the power to defeat the dragons, and the peaceful Runetera Lands needs more killing and war, and only in this way can we bring a large number of souls.

The greed of human beings never ends, no one can refuse the glory of slaying dragons, only need to control those powerful transcendents with the power of our lord, and use the treasure and power as the guide, and they will take the lead in launching an attack on the Dragon Island, and the mortals of the Land of Runeterras will definitely follow behind them and become a dry skeleton on the Dragon Island.

When the time comes, I can let the dragon sacrifice arrange the magic circle, and secretly extract the scattered souls on the dragon island, until the gate of the underworld is opened, and the master's legion sets foot on the dragon island.

Whether it is a dragon or a transcendent, it will eventually become a stepping stone for our lord to control the dragon mound and conquer the world. ”

One second, three seconds, ten seconds......

Mordecaesar's silence was like a scythe of death on his neck, and Sebastian, who had not received a reply for a long time, panicked, and he could not help but begin to review his plan and response, but after reconsidering it three times, he could not find anything wrong, until he realized that he had inadvertently calculated his own master in his plan.

He actually proposed to let his master be part of the plan.

This is the most fatal mistake, Sebastian does not understand why he would make such a low-level mistake, maybe he is too confident, he thinks he has understood the master's style of doing things, or he has lost his sense of crisis due to his long-term stability, after all, no one can be as perfect as himself, or he is careless and open-mouthed......

But in any case, he had already committed a capital crime.

He knew that any quibbles, any begging for mercy at this time would be useless, the former would make Mordecaesar think he was a fool, and the latter would make Mordecaesar think he was a coward, whether he was a fool or a coward, he would not make it out of the Netherworld Hall alive.

Without defending himself, Sebastian fell to his knees instead, resting his head on the cold soul tiles motionless, waiting for Mordecaesar's sentence,

He seemed to see his destiny through the dark green soul brick, and when Nightfall remembered the sound of his stroke, his second life would be completely over, maybe it would become a soul brick, maybe it would become a soul equipment, and until the end of his third life, he would need to become a living object.

Perhaps he will have a fourth life, a fifth life, and no one knows how many means Maudecaesar has to reshape his soul, just as no one can resist Mordecaesar's rule.

He thought a lot about what would happen after his death, until it was not the sound of Nightfall's strokes, but the cold voice of Maudecaesar.

"You should be glad that you killed your competitor in time and by reasonable means, but if there is a capable replacement standing before me, and I am as proud as a marshal of a dragon, you will understand what kind of stupidity you have done, so stupid that I think that all these plans you have made all these years are the work of someone else."

Knowing that his death penalty had been absolved, Sebastian spoke.

"Please, master, please."

"Handle the things I have given you, and when you are ready, give me the list of transcendents you have drawn up, and this time I will do it myself,

I won't say it a second time, what I need is a slave who can do things for me, not a fool who gives me orders. ”

"Thank you for the master's grace not to kill, Christian retires."