There is a simple graffiti on it, roughly drawing the sky, the ground, and the underground three parts up and down.

In the middle of the three sections, there are several horizontal bars marked with different years, the higher the bar is, the older the year, and the closer to the ground is the present.

"What ...... this?"

"It's a record of the spatial position of the magic vein... The concentration of magic is not static, it has existed in the sky throughout history, and it has been precipitating and falling over time, until the current year has not surfaced. ”

Ander stared at his pamphlet as if he had fallen into his own research and didn't care if Cesare could understand it.

"But that's not the end of it, I've done a lot of reference experiments, and found that the concentration of surface magic has been decreasing in recent years......

The veins of mana were sinking deeper into the ground, and it wouldn't be long before they could no longer sense them with the guide wand in the hands of the nobles. ”

"What happens if you can't sense the magic?"

"What do you think, kid? When the magic sinks to depths that humans can't touch...... There will be no more magic in this world. ”

Mr. Ander's eyes were determined to speak a terrible truth, and his voice was calm and powerful, with every word carrying a high degree of confidence in the results of his research.

"Magic will disappear?" If this statement were to be known to the church, it must be a sin to lose its head, and it is hard to imagine what a world without magic would be like.

The nobles will no longer be able to use magic to make fires, float candles for banquets, or even use magic circles to power massive machines. "But... What does this have to do with mycelium? ”

This brings us to another property of magic, which simply means that it flows in a fixed direction like a river.

They have a complete circulatory system, and even if humans take it and release it into magic, they will eventually slowly turn back to their original form and merge into the collective vein.

Ander carefully put away the booklet as if it were a treasure, and once again held the small glass bottle next to it in the palm of his hand.

"And as I said earlier, the whole vein of magic is not static, but will slowly fall in space. In the process, some of the magic will be mixed together, mixed with impurities in the air or the earth, and finally mutate. ”

As he spoke, Andel shook the bottle in his hand again, and the mycelium inside reacted violently, twitching as if he was making a useless resistance.

"Magic itself is formless and non-self-aware, but if a lot of magic collides and becomes entangled... They may condense into solids, liquids, or any crystals that our senses can perceive hidden deeper in their veins.

In some special cases, biological consciousness may even evolve and become aggressive towards humans, such as... This is the mycelium that hides in the ground on weekdays. ”

"Please wait a minute." Cesare couldn't understand much at once, and most of the things Ander swore were contrary to the biblical record and the common sense he had learned in school.

However, none of them really explained why the hyphae existed as Andel did.

"If it's really like you say, the mycelium is the product of the condensation of mana, the result of the sinking of the mana veins... Wouldn't there be mycelium all over the world? ”

Mr. Endel nodded.

"It sounds unfortunate, but the brutal truth is. However, the condensation of magic mutations has different manifestations in different regions, perhaps related to geology, and mutated magical creatures will always appear in several fixed areas around the world. ”

"And the monsters that appear outside of our Hunyadi Territory do not necessarily appear in the form of mycelium, let alone be infectious, and we are used to referring to such dangerous areas as the Babel region.

As you know, the Hunyadi Collar of our Hunyadi family is located in the Tower of Babel in the Pope's state. ”

Andel slowly stood up, as if his body was nowhere near as young as it had been a few years ago, and the overexertion had caused Mr. Endel to take a long time to straighten his back.

"We, the Hunyadi family, have been in charge of monitoring and eradicating the underground monsters in this area since ancient times when they were canonized as nobles by the Pope in ancient times.

Because of its reputation as a watcher in the dark, and a combination of various coincidences with crows in history, we finally gave the crow swarm to the troops that confronted the monsters head-to-head.

It's just that whether it is a monster or a group of crows, the matter is kept secret from the world, after all, it is necessary to protect the authority of the church and avoid causing unnecessary panic. ”

With that, Mr. Andel gasped, and seemed to be tired of talking too much. "There are a lot of details about monsters and magic that even we researchers haven't figured out, and if you say more, you'll only be more confused, so please watch this place now."

Mr. Ander ripped off his collar and pulled a pendant from under the neckline, at the bottom of which hung a small silver cross, shining silvery-white throughout, without any other ornamentation.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, and each edge is neatly cut without any blemishes.

"It's also a phenomenon that we haven't figured out yet, but thanks to this phenomenon, you have been alive to talk to me." He slowly approached the cross to the glass bottle containing the mycelium.

The mycelium inside began to wriggle and flee in the opposite direction as if they had seen something more terrifying than them, and as they got closer, the mycelium seemed to lose their strength and squirmed.

Finally, it accumulates at the bottom of the glass tube like dead grass and slowly melts into black water.

Cesare watched in disbelief at the changes that had taken place in those few wisps of dry grass, could it be that the power of religion was really so strong, and that the faith of God could really drive away all the evil in the world?

Mr. Ander looked at Cesare's surprised expression, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, and snorted and hastened to explain.

"It's not the power of God, it's the power of pure silver." He stuffed the sterling silver cross back into the collar, and the small puddle of black water in the glass tube changed again, and the liquid contracted and solidified inside, slowly taking on the appearance of mycelium again.

"We found that sterling silver objects can inhibit the activity of magical creatures, and can make condensed and mutated magical elements decompose and melt in a short period of time, which is why you wear sterling silver shackles.

This will effectively suppress the mycelium infection in your body, but it is also due to the timely timing and your own strong willpower.

It's a miracle that you're able to listen to me quietly now instead of trying to chew my tongue, well done boy. ”