"Ahem," Curt cleared his throat, "Let's put the specific plan aside for a moment and summarize the information gathered so far." ”

As he spoke, he turned and took a roll of paper from the bookcase in the corner of the room and hung it on the wall near the inside of the room. He looked left and right, then dipped his fingers in some ink to draw some geometric patterns on them, and filled the text into the frame as if he were filling out a Rubik's Cube.

As if to show his own sense of existence, every time Curt fills in a small paragraph of text in a blank box, they emit a little bit of magical light. As Curt perfected his writing, he was constructed like a tree branch and the entire ward was illuminated.

Words have power, not just the "meaning" of words themselves, and organizing them into nouns or sentences can make them more powerful forms. Organize words, weave words, and then use magic to elicit their power - that's the effect of book magic.

The first words that humans have mastered are the product of the re-abstraction of a certain perceived meaning, so that they can exert a certain power just by using their images. And using the power of words and language to exert the magic of human beings themselves is perhaps the prototype of most applied spells.

It's like putting a heavy weapon in the hands of an ignorant child, who will not only hurt others by mistake, but may also kill himself unknowingly. Writing itself was not exactly a tool for communication when it was invented, but it had many unintended consequences when it was disseminated.

It is precisely because of the power of the ancient script that the script that is now widely used has undergone a certain amount of modification to deflect their power. But even if it's a degraded text that has limited its power. As long as you add magic to write, you can still use some of your abilities.

Among some ancient legends. The script used by humans was once uniform, but after a great catastrophe. It is in the hands of people who have been displaced all over the world that the written word is divided. This is the end of the age of mythology, and the inevitable deterioration of culture, magic, and technology has begun.

Of course, this is just a statement, and although there are many people who believe that the legendary "Age of Mythology" once existed, no actual evidence has been found to prove the splendor of the story. Perhaps the catastrophe that swept through the whole country has existed in the past, because it can be found in the legends or "histories" of various countries - but the so-called glory that once existed in the past is groundless.

"The splendor depicted in mythology is only the fantasy depicted by some fool who is immersed in the past, and may have been fueled by many people in the process of propagation. Look at the 'myths', the closer they are to the modern text, the richer the imagination, the more the 'mythical age' will change according to what people describe - the farther away from that time, the more powerful it is. ”

I don't know if there's something wrong with the information Lizzie has gathered, or if these legends are meant to be. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the so-called myth was deviating from its original appearance. The things that have been circulating everywhere are slowly disappearing, and the people responsible for recording this knowledge only add fuel to their own ideas.

It can only be said that the world is always moving forward, even if there is an occasional backlash, but it can't stop him from moving forward. Truly useful knowledge will not be lost, but will be transformed into another form and inherited, and the remains of these accumulated experiences in the past are the soil of the future......

The old ones are like corpses that have lost their vitality, buried in shadows that the sun does not shine on, and slowly decay over time. There are some things left in the world that should be buried. And those that have surplus value will become food for new things.

But legends don't have to be deliberate lies. ”

That's what Lizzie says, and she doesn't seem to be very interested in legends: "Maybe one thing about mythology is right, the world has been connected in some way in the past, such as a highly similar ancient writing system and a common legend about some kind of catastrophe. It is very likely that the text has undergone some kind of modification in the process of transmission. The powerful power of the unstable dìng is eliminated, leaving only the basic form. ”

Transcribe the powerful ancient script into a language that could be used by ordinary people, including the words that had been seen on the stele during previous contact with the man. It is based on the ancient script that is still in master's possession. Let them have another effect.

If Curt was right, the people who transformed those words into should be the people who lived in the ruins of the city. Now they are gone. Sain Democra, on the other hand, repurposed them as a matter of course, as if he already knew what they meant.

Sain Democlave knew too much. Curt couldn't figure out where he had learned this knowledge. It is true that mages seek knowledge as their duty, but if they want to master a huge amount of knowledge in a short period of time, they can only do so with some crooked ways.

Whatever he used, he was enough to stand in the middle of the chaos, gazing at the changes taking place around him and laughing at the ignorant people. The name, which shimmered with a purple-black strange brilliance, seemed to be his incarnation, and occupied an extremely important place in the structure depicted by Curt.

Curt simply injected a small amount of magic into the ink of the written word, but only the name of Sein Democlera shimmered in the words on the paper. This was by no means the result of Curt's trick, the only thing that could be said was that the name itself had some unusual meaning.

"Purple and black are really an unlucky color. ”

Lizzie tapped her fingers lightly, and then slowly walked to Curt's side, looking up at the words that Curt had filled down on the paper. Among the many faint lights of colour, only the name of Sein Democlera radiated a purple-black glow, which was indeed as unlucky as she said.

Her gaze followed the lines that connected her over Curt's pattern, re-analyzing what she knew through his analysis of events. Soon, as if she remembered something, she filled in a string of words in the blank box that Curt had left behind.

It was speculation about what Sain Democlus was studying, and Curt's knowledge of magic did not make it clear what the sorcerer was studying. Because there are so many aspects to his abilities - from the most basic Rubik's cube structure to the extremely difficult summoning demons and building connections, these abilities in any mage would make him feel extraordinary.

But after a moment of thought, Lizzie came to a preliminary conclusion. Soon, she wrote in ink terms such as "the relationship between flesh and soul", "the so-called blood of chaos", and "the black sun and the transformation of magic", which seemed to be the subject of sorcerers' research.

Sensing Curt's puzzled gaze, Lizzie stopped her finger filling in the noun into the frame and instead added a string of small text next to the filled characters as an explanation. Although it was rudimentary, the instructions she wrote down contained most of the key words, so that people could understand the general meaning of the terms at a glance.

"Although the chain of souls is a cyclical process on a basic basis. ”

Liqi pondered for a moment, muttering as if preachy, "Similar to a soul, a qiē born from this planet will eventually return to this planet." Just like farming, the farmer cannot always squeeze the fertility of the land, and if the soil that carries the life of all things is to maintain its fertility, the flesh and bones that are sacrificed must be returned to it on a regular basis - the source of thousands of lives must be devoured by thousands of lives, which is the wheel of rebirth. ”

She said these words as a sarcasm of herself and Curt standing on the sidelines, as they were the very individuals who had been removed from the wheel of reincarnation by the curse. Not the living, not the dead, just fixed in a meaningless closed time, watching a qiē develop.

Organisms are born, creatures die, and then lives are born -- this process is the redistribution of life. And the so-called "immortal" people are either puppets who were controlled by magicians with magic powers, or they were left behind who had some "problems" in the process.

They lose their rightful part of being living beings, so they need to be made up with something else. For example, living corpses such as zombies or skeletons are mostly powered by magic, while ghosts are mostly looking for physical objects instead of physical bodies. This is a substitute in the usual sense - a prop that relies on something with the corresponding ability to replace the missing part.

And Sain Democra's research seems to be grounded in the wheel of rebirth, in which he transforms the lives of others into another unusual form. The black sludge gushing out of the human body seems to be the result of squeezing the life of living creatures to the extreme, and it is the same kind as the red crystals born from blood.

Lizzie nodded slightly, then circled all her words in ink, as if to draw Curt's attention to what they had in common.

"Neither the flesh nor the flesh and blood of the Slots, nor the sorcerers who have been accused of their minds by him, are not out of the realm of the study of life. Both the body and the soul are part of life, and he may have acquired some kind of knowledge through the study of guò. ”

This was only part of the story, and the dream that enveloped the city may have come from his hand as well—the soul and the dream were very closely linked.

And this is only part of the connection between them, for a qiē life, the soul is indispensable and important beings. Sain Democra's research may only touch on these things, but it may only be a necessary path to what he calls greatness.

To find that way, maybe go a little deeper. (To be continued......)