With the awakening of the astral mage Medivan, all the affairs of the qiē returned to normal, or rather, it was as if the astral mage had never left. When the Astral Mage goes out, he leaves instructions and the like for Khadgar to study his magic, and when the Astral Mage returns to the Tower, he asks the young Mage to demonstrate the skills he is required to master in person. Khadgar had adjusted to life here, and it felt like the tower was like a set of clothes, a suit twice the size of a suit for him, and now that he was old enough to wear it. He can now control the fire elemental as he pleases, he doesn't have to rely on the dark clouds in the sky to summon lightning, and he can also conjure up some gadgets in his daily life according to his own will. Of course, he also learned some other spells that allowed him to determine the time and cause of death from a bone on the body of the deceased, allowed him to create fog, and allowed him to create magical messages. He also learned how to repair things that had been damaged by time, such as reinforcing an old chair, and vice versa, so that a brand new handmade vase could be instantly covered with the traces of age, full of dust and shattered at the touch of a touch. He mastered the essentials of defending the guards and was entrusted with the maintenance of the guards (Medivan). He also learned about demons in the library, though Medivan was not allowed to summon them in the tower. This last provision has no intention of being violated by Khadgar.

Medivan was always on the move, and his time in the tower was scarce. I often leave only the instruction manual after leaving, but I don't give any explanation. And when the Guardian returned, he was more and more emaciated and tired each time, always urging Khadgar with great impatience to check on his skills and ask him to elaborate on the news he had received during his absence. But the teacher didn't fall into a coma again, so Khadgar assumed that whatever the teacher was doing, it shouldn't have anything to do with the demon.

One night in the library, Khadgar heard a commotion in the open space outside the tower downstairs. Shout. The challenge and the response to the challenge, the tone is low and slurred. Khadgar walked to the window and looked in that direction to see a troop of cavalry leaving the wall outside the tower.

Khadgar frowned. They are the supplicants who are kept out by Moros. Or the people who brought the letters all in black for the teacher? Khadgar went downstairs to see what was going on.

Khadgar caught a glimpse of a new visitor, only to see a figure flash by—draped in a black cloak, into a meeting room on the lower level of the tower. Moros was there too, with a candle in his hand. And of course, with that pair of blindfolds. Khadgar walked the last few flights of stairs softly when he heard the old butler say, "The others, they were too careless. Now they're all gone. ”

The visitor didn't hear anything reply, just as Moros closed the door and bumped into Khadgar, who had just come down.

"Guest?" Khadgar asked, trying to find any clues from the visitors behind the door. But there was nothing to see but a closed door.

"Yes," replied the old butler.

"Mage or merchant?" the young mage asked again.

"It's hard to say," said the old butler, as he walked down the hall, "without asking. The messenger, he didn't say either. ”

"Emissary," Khadgar repeated, remembering a mysterious letter that Medivan had received while she was asleep. "So, he's in politics and came to find an astral mage?"

"It should be," Moros said, "no asking, it's not my job. ”

"So, he's here for the Astral Mage," Khadgar said.

"It should be. Moros said, in an equally sleepy tone. "When we should know, we will know. Moros said as he left, leaving Khadgar staring at the door in distraction.

Until the next day. There was an extra strange feeling in the tower, as if a new planet had appeared and affected the orbits of other planets. This new "planet" allowed Cook to replace a full set of pans in the kitchen, allowing Moros to move through the halls more often than usual. Even let Medivan himself, let him tell Khadgar to do some chores in the tower, so that when the young mage left, he could have a secret conversation with the man in the cloak in the stone chamber behind him.

Medivan didn't say a word. Khadgar waited for the ** master to say something. He was not hinted at. Just waiting patiently. Eventually, Khadgar was asked to go to the library to continue studying his magic. Khadgar walked down the curving staircase, stopped halfway through, and slowly climbed back, only to see the back of a black cloak slipping into the Guardian's room.

Khadgar walked down the stairs with heavy steps, wondering what the emissary was all about. The spies sent to Lothar's side, the members of the secret order, could be a member of the Kenrito Council, with spider-like elongated handwriting and nefarious theories?or was it another problem plaguing Khadgar entirely?The frustration of knowing nothing seemed to be exacerbated by the fact that they weren't trusted by the astral mages.

"When we should know, we will know. Khadgar muttered, walking heavily into the library. His notes and records were spread out on the table, as they had been when he left. He gazed at them and saw the magic circle summoned by the illusion. After the last attempt, he has made some improvements that he hopes will be closer to the desired effect.

Khadgar looked at the note and smiled. He took his jars and jars of gem shards and walked down another flight of stairs to a large, abandoned dining room between here and Medivan's parlor.

The dining room is two floors lower than the living room, which is perfect. Oval room with fireplaces at both ends. The large table that used to be here has been appropriated elsewhere, and the old chairs line the walls down the doorway. The floors were made of white marble, old and cracked, but unusually clean, thanks to Morros's relentless professional passion.

Khadgar used amethyst and rose quartz to create a magic circle, and he was a little happy when he painted the inner pattern of the magic circle. He was now confident in casting spells, and he no longer needed the luck-boosting robe. The pattern of protection and isolation was also completed, and Khadgar smiled again. He had gathered the energy, formed the mana in the shape and type of the need, and put the energy into a state of stillness until the time came to use them. (To be continued.) )