The moon shadow dimmed, and there was silence on the road outside Cutrice.

Walk out of the main entrance of Catrice College, and you will see a regular bus stop with a license plate just a few steps away. Three regular buses terminate here every day during the day, and many students who use the regular buses as a means of commuting to school gather here, making it a lively place.

It's just that it's late at night, and the regular buses without customers are about to stop. Curt sat in the last seat on the last train, and his mind began to recall the information provided by Hepburn.

Hepburn's joining the society coincided with a period when the research of the members of the society was at a bottleneck. He usually just needs to help the seniors who love to specialize in ancient spells under the instruction. They usually let him do the simple but laborious work of crushing the solid yàn materials or cleaning the flasks.

Sometimes the seniors in the club would hand him a bottle of unknown potion that had just been mixed and let him try to drink it. These potions had already been made with mice before they were given to him, so naturally there was no danger of being too strict - at most, it would make him vomit.

Hepburn didn't quite know what the concept of so-called ancient spells was, he just thought that the behavior of these seniors was a little strange. Because the benefits were good, and the seniors did guarantee his safety as agreed in advance, he did not doubt that there was anything wrong with the purpose of the Society's advocacy of exploring ancient spells.

This situation lasted for a long time, and the research of the predecessors and the time when he came almost did not change, and the whole community was enveloped in an atmosphere of anxiety.

On that day, Danfoss suddenly and hurriedly summoned all the members of the club and asked them to hold a meeting at the event venue.

At the meeting, Danforth claimed to have found several research materials on ancient spells, including a notebook that seemed to contain some kind of profound spell.

When he entered the club, Danfoss took care of Hepburn quite well in many ways. In Hepburn's impression, Danfoss has always been a calm and gentle person. But that day, he seemed to be a different person, his eyes shone with unprecedented fanaticism, and he stood in the center of the venue and said his present with high spirits.

Hepburn still remembers what he said at that time: "My dear members, you all know the purpose of our society. But we haven't achieved much for so long, and for that reason we are often ridiculed by the ignorant - but trust me, this will soon be broken!"

Then he took out a book carefully wrapped in black leather, which looked to be some years old, except for the fact that the cover was more or less stained. Hepburn was impressed by one thing - this book has no decoration, only a dark blue eye-like pattern printed on the cover.

"Look at this, this is the manuscript I had the pleasure of having in a pile of texts to be processed. He looked excited, casually showing the pages of his notebook, "This is undoubtedly the content of ancient spells, and these powers that can be exercised without the need for magic tools are the symbol of a sorcerer's honor." ”

With that, he took off the magic tools he had been wearing. As if to show his companions the power he had, he began to chant the wonderful syllables. Soon, as he chanted in a low voice, a ball of glowing azure brilliance appeared in the hall.

The seniors around him also looked at the ball and let out a sound of admiration, and Hepburn was even more shocked - Danfoss successfully cast a spell without using magic tools. He didn't know how to describe the nature of the orb, and he was sure it wasn't any spell of any kind he had ever seen.

Danfoss then manipulated the ball as he pleased, and under his instructions, the ball floated around, occasionally making a few difficult flight maneuvers. Finally, as the ball flew to the very top of the venue, Danfoss waved his hand and the ball cracked, and the blue color that encased it on the inside—a gaseous substance—suddenly erupted from it and covered the ceiling of the venue, and then gradually solidified into a wonderful shape.

"It's the simplest spell of all, and as you can see, I've managed to cast it without using a magic tool. He clapped his hands and motioned for the members to focus on him, "There are more and more esoteric knowledge waiting to be discovered in this manuscript." ”

"Believe me, my friends!

His incitement was very successful, only Hepburn, who was still unclear about the situation, did not cheer, and the rest of the seniors all seemed to be jubilant.

From that day on, the apprentices of the Society immediately began to study the "ancient spells" recorded in the manuscript of unknown origin under the guidance of Danvers. With this information, their research has found its way, and every day it progresses.

That day's real yàn was performed according to one of the rituals in that notebook to "strengthen one's personal mana capacity". Danfoss: They claim that this ritual allows Hepburn to have stronger spell casting abilities. It's just that I didn't know what went wrong halfway, and in the end it turned out to be a mess.

Dark blue eye-like pattern......

Curt searched his mind for information related to the keyword, but he had no idea what might be related to it. In all this time, he had never seen an organization or individual who had mastered the ancient spell use this symbol as his own symbol.

"It could be a new organization, or it could be an old bone that has changed its flag. After Oscar and Hepburn left, Lizzie took Hepburn's sketches of the manuscript and analyzed them, "The worst possibility is that the fanatics infiltrated by the crazy countries in the uncivilized areas." ”

As Lizzie said, if the enemy is really the madman of the uncivilized nation, they will undoubtedly face the worst-case scenario. The last world-scale war has basically determined the distribution of power among the major countries, and has also put most of the countries in the region on the path of civilization exhibition.

However, in some areas, there are still areas that adhere to what they call "tradition". They are reluctant to be exposed to even the slightest bit of emerging technology or to expose their residents to the outside world. Some even denounce the diplomatic missions of various countries as evil demons.

Most of these countries are held by magicians, so most of them are reluctant to introduce the technology of magic machines. There is no doubt that what was widely used in these regions where modern spells were not widespread was naturally archaic spells with their own style.

From the fragmented intelligence analysis revealed by Hepburn, the spells that their society had implemented before were simply incredibly messy in terms of style. Lizzie could see the characteristics of the spells in at least four different regions, and it was hard to imagine that they could be mixed together in a single codex.

"Anyway, it's not normal for an average sorcerer apprentice to get his hands on a notebook like this. She muttered, trying to make the spells they had tried to use in the way Hepburn had provided, "And the timing was an unexpected coincidence, and I didn't believe that there was no one behind you." ”

Squeak-

As Curt's attention sank into thought, the regular car suddenly braked suddenly, and a sharp grinding sound that pierced his eardrums brought him back to reality.

"What's wrong?"

He stood up and walked over to the driver and asked him.

The driver was a young man in his twenties, and his face was still a little green. Maybe he has only been in the regular bus driver business for a long time, and he is nervous about driving the last train. When Curt boarded the train at the Catrice College station, he was so frightened by Curt's dress and appearance that he almost jumped.

"Scared! No, don't scare me......" Maybe it was his sudden appearance that scared him again, the driver gasped, and waited for him to pass on his affection for a while before stammering to Curt, "You, look... Is there a person lying on his stomach next to the street lamp in front of you?"

Why have you met so many timid guys these days?

Curt sneered, following where his trembling fingertips were pointing. The street lamp standing next to the highway seemed to have something wrong, and the lights flickered and flickered. Outside the dim aperture, which is not very clear, there is indeed a black figure with a human silhouette lying there, as the driver said.

It can't be a passerby who has been robbed by robbers, right? As soon as he thought of this, Curt planned to get out of the car to take a look.

"It's a bit weird, I'll go down and take a look. He said to the driver, "You just wait in the car before I come back, remember to close the door." ”

He knew that if he let the frightened driver, who was terrified on the night walk, get out of the car to check it out, he would definitely kill him. Rather than letting him go down with him to investigate together, it would be better to let him hide in the car. In order to protect the passengers under the minions of the monsters, the regular cars traveling in the suburbs are invariably equipped with sufficiently thick defensive armor. These armors are able to withstand high-intensity impacts, enough to withstand the attacks of most monsters.

Fishy smell.

This is the most obvious impression that the air outside the car gives to Curt.

He couldn't have been more familiar with the smell, whether it was when Lizzie was pretending to be dead or when he was doing a job. But there was only one person lying on his stomach at a distance in front of him, how could there be such an obvious smell of blood in the air?

There is only a small forest hidden in the night, and there is not the slightest suspicion in sight. He hurried over to the black shadow that had fallen to the ground, trying to find out.

The dark shadow was a corpse and the source of the disgusting stench that permeated the surroundings, and the closer you got to it, the more obvious the fishy smell in the air became. Many filthy flying insects attracted by the smell of blood flapped their wings, and a disturbing buzzing sound filled Curt's ears.

It's not like being in the summer wilderness, it's like being in a slaughterhouse.

By the flickering light, Curt saw him in its entirety—it was just a barely humanoid lump of flesh.

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