For a stable spell structure to be generated, math alone is not enough.

Mana itself also has a variety of characteristics, and the characteristics of various polarities of mana are different.

It could be just a small clash of a certain nature, and it would cause a catastrophic spell accident.

Accidents such as the fire mage setting himself on fire, the frost mage freezing himself into an ice sculpture, or the wind mage cutting himself into a pulp of flesh have been recorded many times in history.

Therefore, even if Rosen knows a lot of modern mathematics, he does not dare to guarantee that he will be able to quickly expand the field of logic and law.

Of course, this is all a matter in the realm of magic, and mages are mortals who cannot exist apart from the world.

Now, for example, after some speculative question-and-answer, both of them have a tired look on their faces.

Rosen had been on the road all day and had not rested for a moment, while Count Omisia was very old, and after being busy during the day, he was woken up in the middle of the night, and he was already reinforcing his spirits.

Seeing that the countess's face was already uncontrollable and about to yawn, Rosen immediately said with interest: "Madam, it's not too early, you must have a lot of things to arrange, so I'll step back first." ”

"Hmm~ Let's go. Malkiri, take Rosen to rest. ”

"Yes, ma'am." Outside the door came the response of the housekeeper.

When Lawson reached the door, his heart suddenly moved, and he remembered that there was something important that he had not yet said, so he stopped again and walked back without abruptness.

"Ma'am, I have one more thing to report."

'Ha~'

The old countess still couldn't control it, and yawned.

Somehow, Lawson followed suit. Then, Malkyrie outside the door followed.

Lawson and the Count looked at each other, and finally laughed.

The Count rubbed his forehead with his fingers: "Pick the most important part." ”

Lawson briefly told Orekja about it, only the previous part, not including the Apostle of Winterless encountered in the later investigation.

After the introduction, he summed it up softly.

"This mysterious woman claims to be the daughter of an immortal being. And her mother's old rival is also a great banyan tree that has awakened its wisdom, calling itself the King of Neverwinter. ”

"This matter is beyond the scope of my and Uncle Shabolai's capabilities, so."

I didn't think about it, but the countess didn't care much.

"There have been no immortal beings in the Yellow Water Heights for a long time. Nowadays, there are many people among the people who like to pretend to be gods and ghosts in the name of transcendent life. ”

"It's normal for you to be deceived by others because you're young and ill-informed, but you don't have to take it personally."

After thinking about it, she felt that this matter should not be taken too lightly.

"These guys, in the name of transcendence, muddy the waters. Normally, even if it is, now that the ice dwarves are invading, they can't tolerate it. ”

"But we don't have to worry about this matter, the people of the Pure World Holy Church will naturally let these charlatans know that they are powerful."

Seeing that her attitude was so determined, although Rosen did not agree with it in his heart, he also knew that it was useless to say more.

After another salute, he withdrew.

When he reached the corridor, Malkyrie himself led the way, and after walking a few steps, he heard the voice of the countess again.

"Malkyri, send a messenger to General Vaupos later, and ask him to come to the Moon Garden at six o'clock tomorrow morning. I'm going to give those ice dwarves a taste of the Silvermoon Fire! ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Malkiri called a maid and told him to take Lawson to the guest room, confessed, and walked away quickly.

The next thing has nothing to do with Rosen, he is a small civilian magic apprentice, but he is not qualified to participate in the military meeting at the top of Silvermoon Castle, and if he listens to it, he may get into trouble.

Moreover, the huge Silver Moon Castle, with countless strong people, it should not be difficult to clean up a group of ice dwarves who came from afar.

In this case, Rosen relaxed his mind, washed up casually, took off his coat, and went to bed.

As soon as the body stuck to the bed, the spirit relaxed, and the exhaustion accumulated from the whole day of running around exploded like a flood, only to feel that every muscle in my body was sore.

Considering that he had already meditated once at the gate of the city, and that it would be beyond the limits of his body to come again, he let his fatigue engulf him.

It seemed like it was just a matter of a few breaths, and he sank to sleep.

As he fell asleep, I don't know how long it was, when I suddenly felt someone call his name.

The strange thing is that he felt that someone was calling him, but he didn't hear the voice, let alone the owner who had a voice.

It's a strange feeling, as if someone has gently picked at a nerve in my head.

He felt awake, opened his eyes, but saw nothing, the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers, as if he had been soaked in thick ink.

"What's going on? Hellish press bed? ”

In the hazy dream, Lawson was puzzled, but he didn't feel afraid.

The common sense of life on earth once told him that when a person is too tired during the day, there is a possibility of ghost pressing the bed when he sleeps at night.

In addition, a similar sensation may occur when the bedding is too heavy, or if you sleep on your stomach and press on your chest.

In short, this is a normal physiological phenomenon.

"Lawson~"

He felt called again, a little different from the previous one, and he could roughly distinguish the direction from which the voice was coming from.

Anyway, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't open his eyes, and his mind was still foggy, so he followed the sound and groped forward.

But groping in pure darkness is a very hard work, and without any reference, it is impossible to discern the direction.

Just as he felt like he was about to lose his bearings, he was called again.

The direction is there again.

He continued to touch forward.

I kept touching it, and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in front of me, as if I was groping in a cave, and an exit appeared in front of me.

With the light to guide you, it was much easier to walk all of a sudden.

Rosen felt himself walk much faster and even began to trot.

He heard the response of his own footsteps, coming back from the front exit.

A thought pops into my head out of thin air.

'There should be a huge enclosed space in front. ’

Soon, he ran to the exit position.

It was indeed as he thought, a huge space appeared in front of him, the walls of the space were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but in the center of the space, there was a golden point of light.

It's a bit far away, and Lawson can't see the details of the golden light, but fortunately, there is a winding path just outside the exit.

In the midst of the chaos, Lawson didn't think of opening the adventure log to take a closer look, and only followed the instinct of curiosity and ran along the path.

He wanted to see what it was that emitted golden dots of light.

He felt that he was running fast, but he did not feel tired at all, and the golden points of light in front of him grew larger and clearer, gradually revealing their outlines.

It was like a person, a person floating in the air.

"Is it a mage?" Rosen couldn't help but think.

He kept running.

The outline of the man in front of him became clearer and clearer, and finally, Rosen could see clearly, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

It turned out to be Orekja!

Her arms were wide spread, entangled in a strange black aura that she couldn't see the exact shape of.

As a result, her whole body was hung in the air, like an otherworldly version of the crucifixion.

She didn't have a strand of her body, but her long, thick blond hair fell down her low-hanging head like a waterfall, covering most of her body, and Rosen looked up from below, just in time to see Olekjah's low-hanging face.

Her face was generally calm, only a faint hint of pain could be seen between her frowning brows, and her autumn-like eyes were half-closed and half-open, and the light in them seemed to have completely frozen.

It feels like a corpse that has been dead for a long time!

In the dream, a deep confusion welled up in Lawson's heart.

"It's certainly not a ghost press! The ghost press bed can't suppress such a real dream! ”

"Where is this? And who hung her here? And why hang her? ”

"Is she dead or alive?"

As if to respond to Rosen's doubts, the frozen eyes turned slightly, just in line with Rosen's gaze.

At this moment, although the other party did not make any sound, a thousand words had already been conveyed in his eyes.

Pain, self-deprecation, helplessness, asking for help, all kinds of emotions were clearly transmitted to Rosen's mind.

And in the next moment, Rosen saw the black mist wrapped around the other party's arm begin to surge, and the pain on Olekja's face darkened.

She took one last look at Lawson and closed her eyes.

After another moment, the scenery in front of him quickly faded until it was completely darkened, and Lawson's consciousness fell into chaos.

I don't know how long it took for the crisp sound of birdsong to reach my ears.

When Rosen opened his eyes, he saw that the sun was shining outside the window, and the birds were singing.

It was already the next morning.

He scrambled out of bed and got dressed when a picture flashed in his mind.

In the dark unknown space, the blonde woman hanging in the air, like a strange black mist like life, quickly appeared in my mind one by one.

The sudden appearance of the strange image startled Rosen to take a few steps back and sit on the bed.

"Was it a dream? But is this dream too real? ”

It was so easy to calm down, and I couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I guessed right."

There is a high probability that Olekja went to seek revenge on the King of Neverwinter, but it turned out that he was not an opponent and was captured by the latter.

In the dream, she was very painful and weak, and I am afraid that she would not last long.

After thinking about it, he began to meditate.

Sure enough, another part of the power escaped through the golden point of light, about one-tenth of the total strength.

With Rosen's current strength, supporting a transcendent is obviously a drop in the bucket, but it's better than doing nothing.

After thinking about it, Lawson opened the Universe Lord Godhead Manager and tried to increase the power resonance.

It was a real success.

Eventually, about half of the meditation harvest escaped into an unknowable void along the golden point of light.

"I don't know if it's useful, but it's a friend, so I'll do my best to help."

How can it help?

He didn't have the ability to interfere with the affairs of the transcendent, so he could only inform the temple.

Thinking back to the Earl's reaction last night, I still don't feel like I paid enough attention to it.

I'll write another letter to the temple, explain the situation carefully, and add last night's dream to it, hoping to increase the temple's attention." ’

"No, the letter written by one of my apprentices must not be taken seriously enough by others. Go back and ask the tutor to help you write. ”

At that moment, there was another knock on the door, and the cheerful voice of Shabolay was heard outside the door.

"Rosen~Rosen~ Are you awake? Watch out for the sun scorching your ass! ”

(End of chapter)