Chapter 225: Seeing the Power of the Scepter of Life

Master Mo Du was crouching on the ground arranging his boots. Stephen and Clark walked over, and Stephen looked at the ancient mage who was instructing the samurai to practice not far away, and couldn't help but ask Master Modu.

"How old is she?"

Mage Mo Du looked up at Stephen in surprise, then at the Ancient One, and then stood up and walked over to Stephen and Clark.

"No one knows the age of the Supreme Venerable yet. I only know that she is Celtic, and no one has ever mentioned her past." Master Mo Du replied.

"So ignorant, you're still following her?"

Clark couldn't help but laugh when he listened to Stephen's question. I thought to myself: this guy is pretty cute.

"She is too strict and kind, although unfathomable, she made me, please trust your master."

Saying that, Master Mo Du looked at the Ancient One Mage with a look of adoration, and then faced Stephen and put on a posture of preparing for the attack.

Clark crossed his hands and took a few steps back, ready to watch the battle, before it was his turn next.

As he paced around Stephen in a circle, Master Modu warned him, "Don't go astray."

Stephen also paced in circles to the rhythm of Master Mordu, "Like Casillas?"

"Yes!"

After saying that, Master Mo Du turned around and raised his leg and kicked at Stephen, who hurriedly bent down to dodge. Master Modu pounced on Stephen and strangled Stephen's neck with both hands.

"You know him, don't you, Master Modu!"

Master Mo Du stood behind Stephen, his arms tightly controlling Stephen's upper body, making him unable to move.

"When he first arrived, he had nothing to love, and he was heartbroken, longing to find answers from mysterious spells. He was gifted, he was proud and stubborn. He questioned the Ancient One, and he even rejected what the Ancient One taught him."

Stephen slammed his right elbow into Master Modu's abdomen, breaking free of the restraints, and Master Modu covered his abdomen in pain. Then he stood up, smiled at Stephen and said, "He left Kama Taj."

Stephen touched the neck that was strangled by Master Mo Du and paced back and forth.

Master Mo Du went on to say, "His followers followed him like sheep, and they were bewitched by false teachings."

"Those pages he stole from, didn't they?" Stephen remembered the books he had read before, from the Ancient One's private collection.

"Yes!"

"What are those pages? Is it worth the risk he took to steal?" Clark asked, puzzled.

"Don't ask again?" Master Mo Du walked to the prop rack on the side and pulled out a thick stick one meter long.

"That's what you ask? I'm just curious."

Master Mo Du pointed at Clark with a thick stick, "Alright, it's your turn!"

"I was just curious, and I interjected and asked, don't you need to be a guy, didn't you two just do it just now?"

Master Mo Du smiled and said, "This is a magic weapon, and some magic is too difficult to control, so we focus on items. That's how we can use it at all times."

"Oh, that's awesome, okay, I see, it's amazing."

After saying that, Clark took a few steps back.

Gen Mo Du continued, "This is the scepter of the Court of Life that we can use."

After speaking, Master Mo Du grabbed the two ends of the scepter with both hands and pulled it outwards with force, and the scepter instantly grew on both sides and emitted a golden light.

Master Modu continued, "This, Valtor's jumping boots." He pointed to Clark's feet.

"It's not a good name. When will I be able to have a magic weapon?"

"When you're ready."

Stephen, who was standing on the side, was also very excited when he saw the magic weapon, and hurriedly asked, "What about me? I can't have it."

Master Mo Du looked at the two of them and said, "Then it's up to the magic weapon to decide whether you are ready or not. clarke

Come, now you use spells as weapons."

"It seems a little unfair, but, okay, come on." Clark still wants a magic weapon, but now it is estimated that he will have to pass the level of Mage Mo Du first.

Clark first folded his hands, and the moment his palms faced each other, he felt a certain force in his palms, and then he stretched his palms apart.

A magic circle formed between Clark's hands, and he stretched the circle as a weapon, hoping to resist Master Modu's magic weapon. Of course, he still wanted the magic weapon.

Stephen, who was standing on the side, clapped his hands and applauded, "Clark, you are really amazing, when did you cultivate such a hard magic array, it turns out that you can still do this."

Seeing this, Master Mo Du raised the scepter in his hand and slashed at Clark with all his might. The moment Master Modu's scepter collided with the magic array in Clark's hand, lightning and flint splashed everywhere. Stefan, who was standing on the sidelines, looked stupid.

Master Mo Du slashed at Clark with his scepter again and again, and saw that Clark was almost unable to resist. Mage Modu struck Clark in the shin with his scepter, and Clark fell to the ground.

"One day, it will be so." Master Mo Du bent down meaningfully to look at Clark who had fallen to the ground.

Clark touched his aching calf with one hand and looked at Master Modu. He saw the anticipation in the mage's eyes, and there was a mixed emotion that moved.

"Master Modu, are you a sneak attack?" Stephen, who was standing on the side, quipped.

Stephen picked up Clarke, who was lying on the ground, and said, "You're so good, you taught me that trick just now!"

Clark just smiled.

Master Mo Du put the scepter back on the tool rack and walked away with a smile, and Clark looked at Master Mo Du's back.

As he walked, Master Modu said to Clark, "Thank you for not using your other force, you respect spells, it's good."

The whole process was watched by the Ancient One Mage on the side, and the Ancient One Mage also smiled when she watched Clark and Stephen get better, she was full of expectations for the two of them, but she was afraid of the appearance of another Casillas.

Stephen and Clark return to their respective rooms.

Outside the window, it's drizzling, it's been a while since I've been in Kama Taj, and Stephen misses Christine a little. He walked over to the bedside table, sat down, took out his laptop, opened the mailbox, and wanted to write a letter to Christine.

Stephen only typed one sentence: Hello Christine, I'm writing to you again.

Then Stephen remembered what he had said to Christine when he was frustrated, and he didn't know how to write the email, and he didn't know if Christine would still want to read his email.

He felt that he had messed everything up with the frustrated, angry him. He looked out the window at the drizzle, overwhelmed.

Stephen closes his computer, and he feels that now is not the time to write letters, and that he needs to find the meaning of life. The once proud self deserves to stand with Christine.

Stephen put on his coat and braved the drizzle to make his way to the library, an urge to guide him towards the books in the Ancient One's collection.

"You're here too!" Someone behind Stephen was questioning him.

Stephen turned his head and looked at Clark, who was drenched. He smiled.

"Well, you're not the same."

"I don't think you're here to find Mr. Wang, are you?" Clark raised an eyebrow at Stephen.

"I don't think you're here to listen to Beyoncé." Stephen also followed Clark's example and raised an eyebrow.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and walked together to the books that the ancient mage had collected, the books that were bound by iron chains.

Turning the inside page of the book, full of the introduction of the magic circle, turning to one of the pages, in the middle of which was drawn with a red brush stroke of a magic circle, at this time, Clark and Stephen seemed to realize something at the same time, and looked up at the front of the table at the same time.

Directly opposite the desk, in the middle of a metal dome, sat a bronze object, coincidentally identical to the magic circle drawn on this page.

Clark and Stephen looked at each other, both exposed

A look of surprise.