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Given that Ioham had set a trap in the Arcane Tattoo, Curt was very cautious about the Stone of Learning. He picked up the blue-glowing gem and looked at it closely, then handed it to Naza. At Curt's request, Naza used psionic energy to inspect the Stone of Knowledge in its entirety. Finally, Nazha put down the tentacles on the gem and said easily:

"I can assure you that this stone has not been attached to any control or suggestion spells. The spells blessed on it are all passive touch types, and do not corrode the human spirit. ”

"Thank you, it seems that in Ioham's eyes, the Arcane tattoo is enough to control me. ”

Curt nodded happily, knowing that he could use the Stone of Knowledge with confidence. If there was anything wrong with the Stone of Knowledge, Nazha would definitely be able to see it at the first time. After all, Naza is a master of psionic energy, and his attainments in psionic energy may be comparable to Eorham's achievements in magic.

Curt reclined in his chair in the most comfortable position and pressed the Stone of Knowledge to his forehead again. Nazha pressed a tentacle to the Stone of Knowledge, and said expectantly:

"Relax yourself and let's get started. The best way to ask questions about magic is to go to the magic net to verify. It's easy for us and hopefully we can go home with a full load. ”

"I hope so. ”

Curt replied disapprehantly, then closed his eyes. His spirit was immediately detached from reality and thrown into the magic net. In Curt's eyes, the world is divided into two, half the image of the Stone of Knowledge, and the other part of the endless, bottomless web of magic.

Based on the knowledge provided by the images, the mage can shape the magic into the form needed to cast the spell in advance, and store it in the zài magic net. Then, when summoning mana, the mage can greatly save the time it takes to cast spells.

It's like making a chair out of a log on the fly, and taking a chair out of the warehouse. Curt shuddered with excitement, knowing he had touched the heart of the spellcasting technique.

Often, mages focus on how to learn higher-level spells and have no time to be distracted. But as a master at the pinnacle, Iorham had the leeway to go back and look at his entire spell-casting technique and find another way. His results were astonishing, and he fundamentally improved the means of casting spells.

Of course, this is easier said than done. Even with their best efforts, Curt and Naza were unable to immediately store the spell in the zài net. They tossed and turned until they were exhausted, and then they temporarily withdrew from the magic net. In dozens of experiments, Curt was once very close to success. So he didn't feel any frustration and was looking forward to his next attempt.

"It looks like we're going to need more time to get the hang of it. ”

Nazha said as he curled his tentacles upside down, his voice unmistakably full of exhaustion. It withdrew its tentacles from the Stone of Learning and prepared to return to its room to rest.

Curt slowly sat up from his chair and removed the Stone of Learning from his forehead. He looked at Nazha with his back to him, and suddenly asked:

"Naza, who told you to help me?

Naza reacted by stiffening, then turning around with a sluggish movement. It looked at Curt with unkind white eyes, and after a few seconds, it said coldly:

"Go down your path, Curt. I promise that one day, you will find out who that noble man is, and it won't be long. His goals are aligned with yours, and you don't need to worry about him being a threat. ”

"Oh, what a mysterious fellow. ”

Curt watched Naza disappear, then shook his head. Because of this relationship, he has never been able to completely trust the uninvited spirit sucking monsters. In Curt's view, Naza's existence has always been a hidden danger. Relationships that lack trust often don't last long.

In the days that followed, Curt became as low-key as a hermit. He devotes his days to practicing the spell-casting techniques of Ioham's stored stone of knowledge, or to engage in a psychic confrontation with Naza. Curt's spell-casting ability and psychic power increased as a result, several times faster than when he was entangled in mundane affairs.

In his occasional free time, Curt often wanders the magic web. He observes how other mages use the web, drawing useful knowledge from it. This has refined Curt's own skills and allowed him to continue to improve. After all, Curt's knowledge of spells was inherited from Abyss, and Abyss was not a very powerful mage.

Meanwhile, Napier's death is fermenting. The confrontation between Jason and Evra gradually began to surface, and it was uncontrollable.

Unable to find the real culprit, Evra poured out his anger on Jason without thinking. Once again, he smashed the Mercenary Guild, completely ignoring the stern warnings given by the Inquisitor. After Evra turned down several private invitations to peace talks, Jason couldn't bear it anymore and finally began to fight back. Jason set up an ambush, grabbed Evra's eldest son, and humiliated him severely. Evra's eldest son wanted to go to the Mercenary Guild for the third time to make trouble, but he ended up disgraced and several of his subordinates were killed.

As a result, the situation escalated abruptly, and Jason's hard-line attitude forced Evra from stepping down. Evra could only insist that Jason was Napier's killer. He spread this rumor everywhere through the intelligence channels he had at his disposal, and vowed to make the murderer pay. This made the residents of Qianfa City panic, and everyone had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

Surprisingly, Ioham, the only one who could calm the situation, did not move. Even though Olga, the judge of the court, personally intervened and asked Oliver to intervene, Eorham just laughed it off and ignored it completely. He seemed to have an attitude of watching the play, which caused a lot of discussion among the mages. Just as the events were gradually moving towards **, the initiator Curt went out of the city.

Curt first visited the dwarven mines and ordered a number of spare parts from the mercenary leader Jalaso. After many days of operation, Curt now has a small core force in his hands. He hoped to have enough guns to arm those men in order to consolidate his power.

In addition to this, Curt had other purposes. He had things that had to be settled, and he couldn't put it off again and again.

That night, Curt quickly drenched the dwarf Hoffman to his delirium. He then walked out of the tavern and used teleportation to reach a certain piece of tundra in the moonlight. Not far away, an old man in a green robe and holding an oak staff was waiting for Curt to arrive. He was none other than the Great Druid, McDonough, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Your Excellency. ”

Curt bowed deeply, showing enough humility. He could see that McDonough was wounded, but he couldn't determine why. In fact, McDonough was in a terrible mood because he failed to win the title of Lord of Nature. Although with the soul of a Necromantic High Mage offered by Curt, McDonough gained the power to challenge the other Grand Druids. But his skills were not as good as others, and he lost very miserably.

The vines of the entire forest were surging towards McDonough, winding into a giant sphere that trapped him in it. The great druid Zyra who cast the spell let McDonough struggle, and it was not until McDonough's donkey skills were exhausted that Zyra said in a mocking tone:

"You've got a good mix, McDonough. If the Great Oak weren't too tolerant of you, you would have deserved to be a vagabond in the jungle. ”

McDonough felt unspeakable humiliation, but was powerless to fight back. In the end, he was thrown out of the forest by the wolf and was able to leave with the help of his subordinates. So tonight's McDonough was not in a forgiving mood, and his face was pale. When Curt raised his head to assess the situation, McDonough said coldly:

"How do you want to die, Curt, you don't have anything to defend about the massacre of the Magic Overseers, do you?"

"I hope to take revenge on Eoham with my own hands and offer you his soul before dying. ”

Curt replied calmly, secretly preparing for the worst. He looked at McDonough, who was shaking his eyebrows, and said calmly:

"I have been recognized by Ioham as the Faceless One. With a little more time to get Ioham's appreciation, I'll be able to get close to him. Eoham is not a god, and I will find his weaknesses. As for the Spell Overseer Association...... What I want to say is that they were too ostentatious, and as a result, they completely annoyed the city of Qianfa and were doomed to the fate of destruction. I can't save them, so I can only choose to do it myself, in exchange for Ioham's trust. ”

"That's a beautiful thing to say. ”

McDonough paced with his hands behind his back, seemingly dismissive of Curt's rhetoric. Curt waited quietly for a moment, and heard McDonoy say:

"No matter how much you talk about it, it's always you who ruin the Magic Overseer Association. The brothers and sisters who are sheltered by the Great Oak will not forgive you, so your retreat is cut off. Kirt, Sword of Destiny, for the sake of your contribution to killing the high-level necromancer Doyle and giving his soul to me, I have magnanimously decided to give you one last chance. But...... I don't have much patience! I will take one of your soul, or the soul of Eoham!"

With that, McDonough flicked his sleeves and teleported away. Faced with the irresistible ** who killed Ioham, McDonough still didn't tear his face with Curt after all. This made Curt feel relieved and took a mouthful. He knew that McDonough had not achieved enough, but he had more than failed. If McDonough had sent someone to tell Aorham about Curt's true identity, all his previous efforts would have been in vain.

Just as Curt was slackening, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from far and near. The sound of leather boots stomping on snow and ice reached Curt's ears, and he immediately became vigilant.

Very few people travel on the tundra at night, and that's basically the same as looking for death. Curt immediately turned in the direction from which the voice came from and activated the arcane vision. He saw a strong magical aura slowly approaching from a distance, and within the range of arcane vision, it was as dazzling as the midday sun.