Char said goodbye to Tony and left the school, as the second method to the "root", its research difficulty is also undoubted.

It will also take a long time, but Char has time to sort out what he has learned for the time being.

And in the meantime, he can also gather the rest of the power of fate.

He made a beeline for an unknown island deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

This place is not on the map of any country, and even at the beginning of the Age of Discovery, no one has ever discovered it.

There are no indigenous people, just a few birds and pheasants that live on the islands, and many tropical plants grow.

But it was such a deserted place, but it was covered with a very large fortress.

The fortress appears to be made of stone bricks, but magical runes are carved into each place.

It is a prison, a prison dedicated to magical criminals.

The reason why the location was chosen here is because the magic here is the thinnest place in the whole world.

Even if the magicians themselves have their own magical powers, living in such a demon-free environment will gradually drain their magical powers.

Therefore, many of the mages guarding here need to change shifts in time.

Although it has only been more than forty years since Char officially created this magical world.

But the number of magicians imprisoned in this cell is quite large.

After possessing abilities far beyond ordinary people, inner ambition will also grow.

Of course, a large part of the reason is that there are many dark mages led by Gaiward who are imprisoned here.

The structure of the fortress is similar to Char's previous visit to Ivan VI, and the castle is a tower structure, but it is much taller.

Inside the dark fortress, only a few small windows at the top cast a beam of light, as if the dust had been lit under the effect of the Tyndall effect.

Around the scattered beams of light, there was a dark and cold darkness.

In the tower on the west side by the sea, an old man in a white prison uniform, with his hair scattered haphazardly, and a bearded face was sitting quietly on a rock, and through his messy white hair, a pair of bright and ambitious eyes could be seen.

The tower does not have much space, only an iron door to the outside world.

There are even two magicians guarding here.

But suddenly, the black sand swam in through the window with the breeze, and the two magicians fainted directly to the ground, barely resisting.

The old man seemed to sense something, and when he looked up, the closed iron door slowly opened, and through the iron bar, he saw Char standing behind the door, and the magician lying under his feet.

Looking at the existence he hadn't seen in decades, Gayward's eyes opened, but he quickly recovered his emotions.

His eyelids twitched slightly, revealing a light smile.

"It's been a long time, Professor."

Char stood outside the iron gate and looked at him quietly, and after a moment he said.

"You've changed a lot."

"But you really haven't changed at all." Gayward sighed, "Ebbus told me that you are on a completely different level from us magicians, and it seems that this is indeed the case. ”

"You're going to be a lot tougher than you used to." Char said softly, "I am willing to be locked up in such a place for so many years." ”

He grinned slowly.

"That's not what I want."

Char shook his head, "If you want to, this place won't be able to keep you." ”

Gayward narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're waiting, waiting for the best moment.

After you are imprisoned, the Magic Association will naturally reduce its vigilance against the Witch Party led by you, so that your subordinates can continue to grow.

And, you're also waiting, the passing of Arthur the Great, right? ”

Char said to himself, "Although few people know about it, but in the past, you actually fought with Arthur the Great, and you were seriously injured and endangered.

That's why you're caught by Martin.

You need a quiet place to recuperate, there are a lot of people from your organization, so you have to find a way to get them out.

And, you're afraid of Arthur."

A faint glimmer lit up in the depths of Gayward's dark eyes, obscured by his hair, and he sighed.

"He should be one of the most powerful beings I've ever seen in my life."

He looked at Char and slowly grinned, "So. Are you here to reprimand me, Professor? ”

Char was silent for a moment, then he continued.

"Arthur is gone."

Gai Ward's pupils contracted slightly, "Who killed him?" ”

As someone who has faced the edge of Arthur's holy sword, no one knows Arthur's ability and state better than him, and it is impossible for him to pass away at this time

"Himself." Char said.

Gaiward fell silent, and when he came back to his senses, he whispered, "yes. Himself, who in this world can kill him but himself?"

"Why did you tell me this?"

"Even if I don't tell you, you'll still receive this information tomorrow, and it's not much news in Britannia.

There was a revolution from below within Britannia, and in the near future, there would be no more nobility in that country, the empire would be buried in the dust of history with the death of Arthur, and the country would move towards a republic. ”

Char looked at Gayward silently.

"But I suppose even then, you're not going to give up on your purpose, are you?"

Gayward was speechless, his complexion hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see what was in his mind.

"I'm a little curious." Char said slowly, "What is your purpose?" Let you not hesitate to rebel against the rules I have made, but also to achieve it. ”

Gaverd still sat cross-legged on the ground, the small window above casting a bright glow, half of his face shining in the sunlight, and the other half hidden in shadows.

He looked up slowly.

"I have no intention of rebelling against your rules, but I think magic should not be divorced from human civilization itself.

Is it true that the witch hunt happened only because of the upper-class behind the scenes?

I don't think so.

More so because of ignorance.

I don't understand, we have a higher level of wisdom, why do you want to cut off magic from the world? ”

Char said slowly.

"In the situation of this world, there must be a small number of people who are qualified for magic, and a group of strong people with a huge gap with the weak will inevitably lead to absolute oppression.

The magical empire you want to create is just a group of nobles who are more powerful and difficult to resist on people's heads. ”

"You can set the rules for the wizarding world, and so can I," Gaiward said.

Char didn't say anything, and after a moment, his eyelids twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth hung into a smile that was not easy to detect, and he didn't know what to mean.

"Let's take a walk

You young people have your own choices, and I will not interfere. ”

There was a slight glow in Gayward's dim eyes.

"I have one last question I want to ask you"

Char stared at Gay Ward and spoke slowly.

"Do you hate humans?"

The sunlight shining through the small window was obscured by the clouds, and his face was completely overshadowed.

In the shadows, he was silent, speechless.

Char didn't continue to ask, but muttered slowly.

"Hopefully, you can find your own way."

Then, it disappeared in place.

For a moment, the entire prison was silent, leaving Gaward, who was lost in thought.

Ebs obtained some kind of "permission" from Char, and at the same time, Char's arrival also gave Gayward some kind of "permission".

After some time, the two magicians also woke up leisurely, and then, when they saw the iron door that had been opened, their faces turned pale.

They know exactly what kind of existence they are watching.

Years ago, the entire wizarding world was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness and fear over the Dark Lord.

They took out their wands from their bodies very tacitly, and looked vigilantly into the tower through another iron gate behind the iron gate.

Gayward was still sitting in his prisoner's suit, the sunlight from the window above hitting his face, his white beard and half-length hair not feeling dirty, but glowing with a bright sheen.

His hands and feet were bound by special magical props, written by Martin William, now the president of the Magical Society and a student of Tony.

And because he was bound by magic props, he could only sit here with his knees crossed all the time.

Seeing that the situation was normal, the two magic guards' hanging hearts also relaxed slightly.

They stole a glance at Gayward, and one of the magicians said, "Is he really the legendary Dark Lord, he just looks like an ordinary old man." ”

"The Magic Guild cut out his tongue when they caught him, and now he can't even chant a spell." Another magician said.

In the midst of their conversation, under their gaze, a pensive Gayward slowly raised his head, the chains on his body making a crisp sound with his movements.

The deep eyes looked silently at one of the two magicians.

His eyes were deep, and the darkness of his eyes took up a large part, but his pupils emitted a strange glimmer, a glimmer visible to the naked eye, not a figurative word.

Although the other magician was not stared at by these eyes, he also felt an inexplicable chill envelop his body, causing him to shiver slightly.

He immediately prepared to close the heavy iron door outside.

But the next moment.

"Poof!"

With the sound of the blade entering the flesh, the magician's pupils contracted sharply, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at his friend who was still talking to him just now, and at this moment he grabbed the sharp blade that pierced his chest.

"You ......"

He seemed to want to say something, but the man pushed the blade in a little, and his eyes gradually drifted away, and finally he lost his voice completely.

The man was unusually calm after the killing, searched the magician's body, took out a key, and unlocked the iron bar.

Gayward slowly rose from the ground and walked out of the cell where he had been in prison for years.

The man half-knelt in front of Gayward and bowed his head, and his face began to change.

He used to be a young mage in his twenties, but now he has become a middle-aged man in his thirties with a bald head.

Gayward didn't say anything to him, but slowly raised his right hand.

The man quickly pulled out a ring from his body, and a giant dragon was coiled on the top of the ring, so it looked conspicuous.

He carefully placed the ring on Gayward's index finger, then lowered his head again.

The ring is Gaward's medium for spellcasting, or wand.

It is Tony's work, made from the human-turned-dragon that Heilang once killed, and has the nerves and bones of the dragon's heart inside.

On the outside, purified Mithril is used, which is a top-notch spellcasting artifact even in this era.

It was a gift from Ebbus.

Gayward glanced at the middle-aged man, "You're doing a good job, Hassa. ”

"It's my pleasure to serve you." Hasa Dao.

Gai Ward raised his right hand, and with the release of his magic power, all the restraints on his body were untied one by one, and he looked at the magician who fell to the ground on one side.

Continuing to raise his hand, the clothes on his body dissipated and appeared on his body, a black trench coat, black boots, and half-length, slightly curly medium-length hair casually draped over his shoulders.

As he stepped out of his cell, the castle's alarm began to sound at this moment.

At the end of the hallway, a group of magicians pushed open the door and saw Gayward without all restraints, their pupils constricting slightly.

But the reaction was also very fast, and he directly raised the wand in his hand and aimed it at him.

Countless petrified and even one of the Unforgivable Curses, the Drill Heart Curse, were released.

All the guards in this prison are basically elites, and they are proficient in both black and white magic.

Gayward stood there, his hands behind his back, without even raising his hands, and the moment the magic was about to hit him, the barrier created by the iron armor instantly appeared around him.

All the magic was reversed by the instantaneous rebound of the barrier, striking those spellcasters.

Almost in a flash, all the magicians were struck by their own magic and fell to the ground wailing.

The Iron Armor can reflect magic, and most spells except the Avada Death Charm can reflect magic.

However, the average person can only reflect one type of magic, because each additional type of magic requires twice as much energy.

In this world, apart from Gayward, the only one who can do this is Abs.

He ignored the men, and walked straight ahead like a leisurely stroll, outside of which was the cell where the rest of the magicians were kept.

Upon seeing Gayward, all the detainees became excited, sticking to the door, looking out through the observation window of the iron door, and excitedly shouting his name.

"Hognid!"

"Hognid!"

Geward Hognig, is Gayward's full name.

Gayward raised his hand, and all the cell doors around him were opened in that instant, and the cheers grew louder and louder.

Ahead of him, the rest of the mages stationed in the fortress also walked down.

Gayward's face was still calm, and beneath his feet, the faint blue light of fire illuminated the dark realm.

The flames emit an eerie color, like the flames of hell.

Flames spread from his center to the periphery, spreading over the prisoners he had freed, but causing no harm to them.

And when the flames hit the magicians, the scorching and terrifying heat easily reduced them to ashes.

In the light of the flames, he stepped forward, not in a hurry.

It was as if he were not in a prison, and he was not a prisoner to escape, but a king, wandering his territory and listening to the cheers of his subjects.

With the passing of the King of Humanity.

The wizarding world will once again attract a dark lord.

(End of chapter)