On a cold morning with a north wind blowing, before dawn, Evan took the royal family, the Imperial Council, and the three hundred knights of the Guards to the Temple of Dawn to pray for an oracle before the first rays of dawn arrived. The knights of the Guards hunted with their cloaks, and the rhythmic sound of their scabbards crashing against their armor was rhythmic. His Majesty Evan rode at the front of the procession, his cloak bearing the emblem of the Starry Crown, but he wore the emblem of the God of Dawn on his chest.

Holding the reins in one hand and gently resting the other on the emblem, Evan was praying. He was very focused with his eyes closed, and he didn't have to worry about the direction in which the horses were going. The tall temple of the god of dawn is like a shadow in the darkness, but when dawn comes, the special architectural stone will make the whole temple shine. Evan just needs that.

Siegel didn't go, he had a very important thing to prepare. Count Todd's clone clone has finished growing, and only one last step is left to debug. Siegel has done all the work, he just demands himself hard in order to be more secure and be able to succeed the first time.

More than two months have passed since the return of the Yari Forest, and autumn has irrevocably passed, and winter has enveloped the land. In the past two months, the Elven Sage has come to him, knocking on and out to find out what is happening in Stonehenge. Siegel hoped that he would be able to exchange the elves' high magic spells, but nothing was done.

The other Sages will probably know the news as well, what will they do? Siegel was worried as he kept busy with his own business. However, except for the Elven Sage, no one came to him again. It dawned on Siegel. It turns out that this is Turner's equalizing power. The more complex the situation, the more powerful. Hold each other in balance, and then they will trap everyone inside like a net, and no one can move.

If this power is used in politics, it should be able to swim more. Siegel himself would not be able to sort out the myriad politics and people's minds, but Turner would be at ease. But Siegel has his own abilities, and his ability to learn has finally been developed.

The Writer's Ring is the eight-sided dice, through which it is possible to find other dice because of its adaptability. The hidden body ability of the twenty-sided dice was adapted to it, so it could not play its original role. Siegel only needs to learn how to modify the Lord of the Ring's adaptations. Not to use it to find anything.

Siegel put all his energy into experimenting and learning, and finally figured out the writer's design idea. He began to disassemble the inner workings of the Ring, replacing them with components of the magic circle that he could control. This kind of activity finally lights up another number and brings new capabilities.

"Ultra-Micro Circle Analysis" can be used not only for magic circles, but also for the "circuit" systems of writers and goblins, as well as the ultra-miniature plasma circles of Nakus. Originally, these things were extremely small, and the structure was complex, and the number of components reached an astronomical level, and Siegel's mind could not recognize and remember them at all. Now with the help of twenty-sided dice. He can switch between the whole and parts of the circle as he wants, and he can study any part of it.

Some of the technologies that I didn't understand before are now suddenly clear. In particular, GNOME Technology relies on the knowledge of high-precision electronic components. The dualism of goblins was originally based on the circuit technology of "on" and "off" states, and all external functions were based on this for addition and subtraction. Siegel had to be convinced that the goblins' heads had their own strengths, but he was still not very interested in dualistic techniques.

Of course, this is a false inference, and the goblins' technique has nothing to do with their dualistic way of thinking, but Siegel is not yet aware of it. He studied selectively, with a very clear purpose, to study and modify the functions of the Ring. He has made some progress in this area, but not to the point where it can be applied. But at least he's gotten rid of the ring's repulsion and can wear it on his hands.

And then he wanted to strangle himself so badly.

It seems that the writers' hatred for the users of the dice is deeply rooted in every function of the Ring. If it weren't for the protection of the Mind Defense Spell, Siegel would have had an irrepressible urge to commit suicide. In order to escape the watchful eye of the gods of magic and knowledge, the entire world of the writers was sacrificed to the Wall of Storms by Turner, and it was only with great difficulty that a new continent was expanded. If this happens to them, I'm afraid that the desire for revenge will be stronger than them.

Siegel's use of cloning research as a cover for the dismantling of the Ring may have been suspicious to some of the wise, but at least no one has been able to discover its secrets yet. From time to time, Count Todd would come to see the progress of the experiment and be concerned about the growth of his clone.

"I wasn't that strong when I was younger. "The Count likes to judge himself, and that seems to provide him with a lot of pleasure. "See, Siegel, I'm in good shape, right?"

"Don't be narcissistic, what did you eat when you were younger? I use rare ingredients here!" Siegel always boiled a large cauldron in the lab, and there was something strange in it that smelled disgusting. The smell shortens the visitor's stay, and the smoke shields the effects of long-range detection-like prophecy spells.

"Can you make some partial changes?" asked the Earl suddenly.

"What's the matter, you're not satisfied with some of the organs in your body?" Siegel smiled playfully, then shook his head: "No way, this body can't do anything other than look exactly like you." At most, I made it stronger, thinner, etc., but I couldn't make him grow a second XX. In fact, I can't even cure some of his family's natural diseases. ”

"I don't have any history of illness in my family!"

"I know no, I'm just giving an example. Siegel explained, "You can rest assured, all bodies don't move anything. If you really want to do something bad with a spell, casting a spell on yourself is much easier and more effective than casting a spell on your clone. Clones are fragile, and if someone casts a spell on them with bad intentions, it can easily affect their growth. You can see the difference from the outside. ”

Count Todd nodded. He didn't actually ask for himself. Rather, it was asked for Evan. Once this spell is successful, the king of the Kingdom of Stars will have an infinite lifespan, but at the same time, the continuation of life and death will be in the hands of the clone maker. Naturally, he was worried about what the makers—not necessarily Siegel—would do in it, until he listened to Siegel's explanation.

"I expect His Majesty to be able to conduct the experiment when he returns from the Temple of Dawn to ask for an oracle. Siegel patted Count Todd on the shoulder and said in a "serious voice": "Although a lot of preparations have been made, it is still impossible to avoid danger. If you have anything to deal with, it's in the next few days!"

Count Todd shook off Siegel's hand. He walked away without looking back.

After hearing about this, His Majesty Evan specially told Siegel to do his best to avoid accidents, and specially allowed him not to participate in the ceremony of the Temple of Dawn. Siegel was able to stay on the magic ship and listen to Xingsuo sing while he went about his business. As for what kind of will the Dawn God will send down, in fact, he basically knew before he went. Goblins are not believers in the God of Dawn, humans in the Kingdom of Stars are, so the results will be very clear. Although he did not say "go and kill all the goblins", he wished His Majesty Evan victory over all enemies. The dawn of victory.

This can already be interpreted as "Go on, kill the goblins." I'm rooting you out!"

The main deity has spoken, and the plan of action to destroy the goblins is officially on the agenda. Evan would have to go to several other temples to perform the ritual again, but that wouldn't affect the bigger picture. Even if the other gods objected unprecedentedly, Evan, as the Sage of the Dawn God, was required to carry out God's will, at least on the surface.

With a detailed plan of action and the city, the Mage Guild, elves, and dwarves to worry about, Evan is now very concerned about Siegel's cloning experiments. It was originally planned to be carried out on the day when the dark night was the longest in winter, but Siegel suddenly called His Majesty Evan, Count Todd and others a week in advance.

"I was worried that there would be forces that would take sabotage actions, so I started early. Are you ready, Lord Count?" asked Siegel.

"Isn't there a priest from the Temple of the God of War ready to fight the resurrection?" the Count asked, frowning.

"He'll be there soon, and he won't be delayed long. Do you need family to accompany you in this process?"

"I want my two sons to come over, they are both at home now, and send a messenger to make a trip. ”

This small request can still be granted. Taking advantage of this time, Evan also ordered the Star Castle to be put on alert, and no one except Count Todd's two sons and the priest of the Temple of War were to be allowed to approach the magic ship.

After a while, everyone arrived, and Count Todd changed into a simple smock made of linen, and held a small fire elemental stove to fight the cold. Stripped of his armor and splendid clothes, Count Todd showed the fatigue of old age, he was already an old man in his seventies. Together with Evan, he has served four generations of kings and can be described as a hero of the Star Kingdom. Evan had become accustomed to his serious, stern, and harsh expression, and suddenly saw this old man holding a stove, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Count Todd had spoken a few words to his two sons, who had stared at Siegel with wary eyes. The mage knew what they were worried about, after all, it was a life-and-death spell that no one had ever done before. He was still a little worried that Count Todd would waste a lot of time, but the battle-hardened old man only had less than a minute to "say goodbye" and then came to Siegel's side.

"What kind of death do you want to choose?" Siegel pointed to the various weapons in front of him: "You have fought many battles, killed many people, what is the least painful way to die?"

"Will suicide affect the effect of the spell?" the Count picked out a dagger and played with it in his hand.

"Theoretically not, but I can't guarantee it. Siegel knew that the Count had good intentions, and if the experiment failed, it would be a suicide so it would be a little less of a drag on Siegel. "The most important thing in cloning experiments is to deal with accidents and unexpected situations, so it's better for me to kill you. ”

"Then you can do whatever you want, you can die any way, as long as you don't delay it too long, and you don't breathe for a few hours. Count Todd put down the fire elemental furnace, moved a chair and sat down, and then said with a smile: "Come on, get rid of it soon after the trial." (To be continued.) )