Some people believe that "astral magic" is actually a variant of "psionic energy", and some people think that astral magic is just another manifestation of some kind of wild magic.

The full name of psionic ability is called psychic ability, which refers to the discovery of a wider and more powerful spiritual power through the internal development of the brain and the continuous study of one's own spiritual consciousness.

How to manifest psionic energy and how to display and discover one's psionic energy has always been a key topic of research for scholars in the kingdom, but because the realm is the main material plane, the vast majority of people are material creatures rather than energy creatures, so the effect of most mortals practicing psionic energy is not very good.

The only exception is the Grey Dwarves, who are born with a natural gift of psionic abilities due to their history of being enslaved by the Mind Flayer.

In addition to the Grey Dwarves, the famous Gisyankees and Giszele also possess psionic talents.

As for wild magic, it's very simple, and the realm has never had a shortage of wild spellcasters.

This time, Aaron offered to "display the six books of the Nine Books of Salion," which was of great interest to the whole country.

All sorts of factions are keeping a close eye on Aaron's planned expo, including the nobles of Waterdeep, who boast of being extraordinary, and who have made a lot of money from cross-crystal trade through the spaceport.

Nestia Banry, who pretends to be a Star Elf beauty, pretends to reluctantly agree to Jerry Rainsdorf's invitation.

In fact, even if this human supremacist, known as a large trench merchant of the many crystal wall systems, is not invited, Nestia plans to go to Cormier to participate in Aaron's fair.

The first is that she has not yet completed the Spider's order to hunt down Trist-Duchaden, and although the Spider Queen doesn't seem to care if Nestia can complete his orders, he seems to want to have fun more, but Nestia can only carry out the Spider's orders.

Secondly, it seems that the queen is also interested in the Nine Books of Salion, and according to Rose, he smells from Aaron's body that is almost identical to that of the bottomless abyss.

Sources say Trist also plans to see what the Nine Books of Salian are.

Thinking of this, Nestia's heart couldn't stop feeling sad.

The only thing she hopes for now is not to bring disaster and destruction to Aaron because of her.

Thankfully, for now, Rose is also interested in Aaron's origins.

"Oh~ This answer really surprised me." Jerry Raindorff nodded with a smile, "I thought you elves would have a hard time realizing that there was a problem - with the exception of Eternal Island, your control of the realm will never go back to what it used to be. ”

The big trench merchant was on crutches, and he looked at Nestia and Elunora, who was disguised as a half-elf, with disgusted eyes, but instead smiled at Samir and took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "The people of the Dragon Thorn family? I've heard your name, Samir, the Arabelle Five, and you're a good one. ”

Rainsdorf whispered, "The orcs deserve to die!" You know, the dead orcs are good orcs, these black and green things are really terminal diseases of the kingdom, as long as you kill orcs in the future, just look for me, I will reimburse you half of the cost. ”

"Also, I paid for all the expenses you have here today." Reinsdorf patted Samir on the shoulder: "Don't be polite to me, I can still afford this money...... As a close friend of Salian, are you going to attend the fair? Mr. Samir? We can be on the same path. ”

"Thank you." Samir hesitated for a moment, but decided to shake his head: "I have more important things to do in Waterdeep. ”

Samir had been trying to free his suzerain, Elunora, from the Succubus Queen's control, and to do so, he tried to use the Succubus Queen's sworn enemy, the Six-Fingered Grazt, who was also the Abyss Lord, to distract the Succubus Queen from him.

However, Grazt didn't know what was going on during this time, and there was no movement.

He tried to fish again to see if he could lure out the Succubus Queen's men, but naturally he also failed, and Samir couldn't find a chance.

Samir is also secretly investigating an angel who went missing from a failed invasion of Hell during this time.

The sorcerer has been busy lately.

"That's a pity, giggles~ I thought you would go with me to meet the rookie!" After a brief gaffe, Nestia immediately reverted to her seductive, playful Vanity Fair lady, she unfolded her fan and giggled, and at the mention of Aaron's name, the two beautiful legs wrapped in the back black boots and flesh-colored oily silk couldn't help but rub against each other.

"It's a shame." Jerry Rainsdorf also expressed regret, and the big merchant casually said: "I heard that His Excellency Kelburn Blackrod is planning to go with his wife, Leila Silverhand!" ”

…………

At the same time, the Valley of the Shadows, the Tower of Ilminster.

The red-robed, energetic, pipe-wiping old man returns to his home after another exploration of the outer planes.

It was clearly a very pleasant exploration of the outer planes, and Ilminster did not show any signs of exhaustion, but rather very pleasant, and the thick card wallet around his waist was filled with the spoils of his expedition to the outer planes.

He had just returned from Greyhawk, and through a mini-game, Ilminster managed to win a colorful card from the hands of Duncan and the others.

This is Duncan's proud collection.

Humming a little tune and whistling, the magic apprentice immediately told the great sage of the Shadow Valley about Aaron's visit.

"This is an invitation he sent recently, Great Sage, are you going to participate?"

The apprentice sent the invitation to the Great Sage.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to go and see." Ilminster took the letter and smiled strangely: "O traveler from a foreign land, the old man is also your elder. ”

The Great Sage is already eager to try.

He's got a card addiction.

"Go, go and ask Your Excellency Storm-Silverhand and Dof-Hawkhand if they want to go."

…………

Silvermoon City, the Supreme Palace.

One of the famous Seven Sisters of the Northlands, Erastro - Silverhand, has ruled Silvermoon as a High Mage, a famous magical city-state that has been in a sense the inheritor of the Mystrono for more than a century, and may be one of the few civilizations in the wild and untamed wilderness of the North.

The city is rich in cultural life and is known for being considered a meeting place for all morally inclined races.

There are splendid magical complexes that resemble the Myth of Zono, especially the timeless buildings in the city, and the Moon Bridge was created through magic.

The High Queen of Silvermoon City, Erastro-Silver, holds an identical invitation in her hand.

In addition to being a smart, wise and charismatic leader, Erastro is also very beautiful.

She has warm and compassionate eyes that sparkle like a river in the sun, and a flawless and warm face. She is about 1.8 meters tall, with the same silver hair and eternally youthful face as her other sisters, and she is often seen in public wearing a light-colored robe, holding the unicorn scepter of Silvermoon City.

At this moment, she was listening to the oracle of the goddess.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Yes, Lady Mystery, I will personally go to Cormier to see the origin of the Nine Books of Salian."

"If I could, I'd try to transcribe a copy."

"Understood."

The north of the kingdom, the sea of the moon.

Shirek, the Prince of the Dark Sun, who is immersed in his great work, gets the news that Aaron is about to hold an expo.

Aaron! It's him again!

How come this little bastard isn't dead yet?!

Cirek said bitterly, his voice hoarse, a giant to those who served him.

The two invokers lay in the palms of his skeletal hands, white fingers as long as camels' necks dancing beside the invokers. His eyes were as large as the wheels of a carriage, his nose was a jagged hollow, and his teeth looked like two ivory shields.

"Supreme Lord!"

Around him, the prayers prostrated and praised the greatness of Ciric.

But it didn't make Dark Sun happy at all, Ciric had defeated countless powerful enemies, even the gods had fallen at his hands, and only Aaron Salian had made him suffer twice, but he had not received any decent punishment so far.

Trapped by his latest and greatest invention, the Scripture, Ciric was currently unable to do it himself, and he was listening to the praise of his subordinates in irritation, and the praise that was not very pleasant soon became harsh and unpleasant in Ciric's ears.

Are these people ridiculing me?!

So Ciric moved, and he stretched out two phalanges, pinched the one who praised him the loudest, and began to squeeze.

"Holy Lord?!" The Merger shouted in horror, subconsciously wanting to struggle, but not daring.

"You're so noisy." Ciric's voice was like the bitter cold wind of the Supreme Ice Field, and as the knuckles grinded, the body and soul of the Invoker were crumpled into ash between His fingers, and bits of darkness spilled from Shirek's fingers and poured like a stream under the High Throne, swept into the shadows of the endless wilderness.

The surrounding praise immediately stopped, and countless prayers all knelt and kowtowed, and they did not dare to come out, trembling.

This is Ciric, his mood, no one understands.

There are many, many invokers in the kingdom of each god, some of whom believed in the gods as devout believers while they were alive and returned to the kingdom of God after death, some of whom were promoted by the gods in the kingdom of God, and some of whom were the younger brothers of the gods when they were acting in the outer planes.

The invokers gained power and immortality in the form of energy creatures, and in return, they served the gods, and the relationship between the two sides was originally mutually beneficial.

However, as a newly crowned deity, Shirek has an eccentric and elusive personality, and is moody and prone to killing and betrayal, and his invokers are almost all from the invokers of Bane, Baal, and Mirkor, who he has always regarded as consumables for those who are not promoted by him.

The weak relationship was broken, and the supreme dark sun and these prayers were really tired of each other, but because of the bond between the two sides, they had to reluctantly cooperate.

There is only one word to describe the relationship between Shirek and these contenders.

It's disgusting!

But Ciric believes that will soon change.

That book! That book! As long as you write it out, everything will understand that only I am destiny! I am destined to be the true ruler of the kingdom!

The silence around Ciric was uncomfortable again.

"What's going on? My minions? The dark sun's grim gaze swept around: "Do you want to be like him?" ”

The prayers hurried to continue praising their Black Sun Lord, and they worked harder.

Scold! A bunch of idiots, annoyed.

Ciric immediately gave an order to the legendary mage Mansu, the lord of the Santarim Society.

Sabotage this fair and send all these stupid attendees to the sky.

By the way, get me the Nine Books of Salian.

The supreme dark sun wants to peek into the true meaning of fate through these books.

Like the words of the left hand of the god from the ends of the universe.

…………

Serre, the land of the red robe, the place of greatness.

The red-robed Chief Archmage Sazastan sat comfortably in his large chair, the huge desk in front of him covered in curly parchment and filled with small bottles of unknown liquids. A thick candle pestle was in the middle, the flames dancing in the moldy air, the soft light shining on his strange face.

The high cheekbones are covered with paper-thin skin, and the hair is thinning and the color of a spider's web.

The flesh on the nose is also gone, revealing two holes. The scarlet robe was draped over the skeleton and spread out like a bloodshot on the floor around the chair.

Someone's coming.

Sazastan's skin was rosy again. His eyes turned black again, his original white hair became thick and long, and his appearance changed to that of a human elder in his sixties and seventies, and even his eyebrows were clear.

Zach and Rihanna, the two red-robed mages stood with their heads bowed, not daring to look at their mentor with their eyes.

If anyone remembers, these two red-robed leaders of the red-robed expedition who were slaughtered by Birac during their expedition in the Misty Strono, for which Serre lost a legendary warrior, but relying on a miraculous abyss summoning summoned by the Lord of the Baror, these two red-robed people miraculously escaped from the palm of Birac's palm.

They took some time to return to Serre, and with fear and uneasiness in their hearts, they reported the news they had received to their mentor, the red-robed chief Sazastan.

Zack secretly glanced at his mentor, and surprisingly, the chief of the red robes, who was famous for his murder and made countless people in the kingdom feel fearful, was actually amiable in private, he spoke softly and wisely, and had a patience that normal people could not imagine, he always faced everything with a pleasant face, compared to other red robes, Sazastan was simply as good as a saint.

However, it was precisely because of this that Sazastan made them feel fear.

Because of all the red-robed apprentices who were screened out in the same period, only two of them have survived to the present.

Sazastan was patient, because many people who were not worthy of his guidance had been turned into specimens soaked in potions in glass jars.

Sazastan was amiable and amiable, for most of those who dared to confront him had disappeared into the years.

Sazastan spoke softly and wisely, for the last thing a lich lacked was time.

They saw for themselves that the soul of the legendary Searle Knight had not been able to return to Hades—he had foolishly signed a pact with the Chief of the Red Robe that his soul would go to Sazastan after his death.

"I'm glad you're willing to tell me this, Zach, Rihanna." Sazastan said very gently and modestly: "You could not have told me, but you said it anyway, and it makes me very proud. ”

"That's what we should do, Mentor." The red-robed mage Rihanna said somewhat unnaturally, her bare head imprinted with red and blue magical tattoos.

"I'll give you a reward, I promise." Sazastan nodded.

His reward for them was to transform them into lichs so that they could serve him forever.

The Chief of the Red Robe is always so generous.

"But before I do, I have a mission for you." The red robe sneered and took out an invitation from the table, the heavy parchment still showing traces of blood.

"Expo? The Nine Books of Salian? I'm bound to win. ”

"This time, I'll be out myself."

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~

(End of chapter)