The melted "Christo" ore, shimmering with a black-red sheen, resembles wriggling magma, or rather flowing jelly, exuding scorching heat and an alluring aura. It's a mage's paint, a demon's gift, an enchanted metal with a top-notch fire elemental affinity.

The special container, slowly tilted to its side, Brooke gently chanted to activate the fire magic array on the container, maintaining enough temperature to prevent the molten metal from solidifying again.

The molten metal is poured into the grooves and fills up quickly, with occasional spills waiting until it has solidified thoroughly and then finely sanded off. The solution of "Christo Ore" is only part of the materials of the "Domain Scepter" circle, adding to its affinity for the fire element. More materials were being processed, a perfectly flame-oriented "Realm Scepter" circle, silver and black lines intertwined with it, exuding an enchanting sheen, covering the entire ground and climbing like vines to the walls on all sides.

The black-and-red "Christo Ore" is the most coarse embellishment, and it is also the last piece of the puzzle of the six main circles.

The blacksmiths began to deal with the spilled metal burrs, and Herseus nodded at Allegri and said softly, "Let's get started." ”

Allegri took a deep breath and turned his head sideways to ask, "Brooke, there's still Mithril left?"

Brooke nodded, and instructed the craftsman to bring over the expensive metal with extremely high enchanting properties.

"Are the crystals of the 'Energy Furnace' ready?" Allegri confirmed, and walked slowly to the stone table. A crystal plate is attached to the table by a metal bracket, the "control hub" chosen by Allegri.

"Teacher, you command them. Allegri whispered, turning to place his palm over the crystal plate.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to separate the soul seal. In a sharp pain, a small fragment of the soul was torn apart. Exuding a mysterious purple luster, it slowly blended into the crystal plate, and the purple halo suddenly spread.

Herseus stared intently at Allegri here, and when he saw this, he ordered in a loud voice, "Begin!"

Between the Control Hub and the "Domain Scepter" circle, in the empty slot that has been reserved. Quickly connecting to the lines of Mithril from top to bottom, Allegri was shocked, feeling that his strength suddenly extended out, and the soul mark that controlled the "Control Hub" quickly extended towards the "Domain Scepter", wanting to take over this powerful magic array.

Allegri's body was filled with flame magic, and he had to rely on his magic to fill the entire "Domain Scepter" main circle, which was also a very difficult task for him.

But what surprised him even more was that after connecting to the "Domain Scepter". That unfluffing control. The whole valley was in full view, and although he didn't open his eyes, it was vivid, clearer than the naked eye. Even this feeling is spreading horizontally and vertically, and even the situation above the sky and below the ground can be clearly distinguished.

This feeling is as relaxed as his soul has left his body and is flying around in the wind. Comfortable and pleasant. Let him involuntarily indulge in it.

"Didn't this guy tell him to take control of the other main circles first? he thought it was time for sightseeing?" Herseus frowned and looked at Allegri's situation, and scolded angrily, "Brooke, go and activate the 'Energy Furnace' and supply him with mana. Otherwise, you, the teacher, will die of exhaustion. ”

Allegri also felt a little uncomfortable now, his vision seemed to be able to see the Green River Valley, and he was still being pushed to continue running, which was beyond the original detection range of the magic tower. What scared him even more was that he couldn't stop at all. There seemed to be a force that drew him in, keeping him moving forward.

This situation has also happened in history, the magician's ability is too low but he has to forcibly control the magic tower of the upper floors, and the magic power cannot meet the needs of the "domain scepter", and the body is detached at the end, and the soul dissipates between heaven and earth. However, no matter how you look at it, you shouldn't have enough magic, and Herseus calculated many times before he let himself do it with confidence.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that another main magic array was opening to him, and after subconsciously connecting it, the surging magic power suddenly rushed into his body. This is a sign of the activation of the "Energy Furnace" of the fifth layer.

Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, controlled the energy, and retreated step by step, as if walking against the wind, with great difficulty. But as he got used to it, his speed increased, and his soul and spiritual power went through a difficult trek back to the magic tower.

Herseus nodded, and seeing that Allegri's situation had stabilized, he commanded, "The fourth layer should be connected as well." ”

The craftsmen used Mithril to connect to the main circle, and Brooke rushed back and asked, "Lord Herseus, is he okay?"

"It's all right," Herseus said, glancing around the magic tower, the sixth layer was fully under Allegri's control, and the grooves shone with a flowing luster of magic, "These grooves should also be covered with a thin layer of stone slabs, so as not to affect the transmission of mana after wear." Don't worry, the magic patterns will be reflected through the stone slab at that time, and other functions will not be affected. ”

"Yes, sir. Brooke nodded obediently, looking at the magic patterns around him with some feeling, obviously attracted as well.

"The overall situation has been decided, and every fifteen minutes he will be connected to the next floor, and the entire magic tower will gradually be under his control. Herseus relaxed, but with a hint of doubt between his eyebrows, he muttered,

"But what the hell was that attraction going on? Who's getting in the way?"

Norman City, at the same time, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the square was splendid.

Allegri, of course, did not know what to do, and the audacious Illo, in the name of "Count Violet's Envoy", sent an embarrassing "gift" to King Nacini.

Nacini wore a lavish gown decorated with embroidered gold lions, and her long golden hair was tied up by a crown, looking majestic and handsome. The red palace dress of Catherina beside him, with light hair, made her appear taller and taller, like a slim red rose

, dignified and beautiful.

The wedding had almost taken place, and after the congratulatory gifts of the envoys of various countries, Nacini would personally put the crown on Catherina and announce that the woman had officially become the mistress of the palace.

At this moment, when all eyes were on it, this so-called "envoy" Illo, dressed as an out-of-place adventurer, led his entourage to the platform where the wedding was held.

And his retinue, or what he called "congratulatory gifts", turned out to be the Althea that Nacini would never want to see.

The scene suddenly became embarrassing, and the ministers who applauded on the platform were dumbfounded one by one. Only the unsuspecting people in the distance still let out loud cheers, which came through the crowd, which made the atmosphere even more unbelievable.

The red roses beside him are unusually delicate today, but the tulips on the opposite side look haggard as if they are about to wither. Wearing a black magic robe that didn't fit well, Althea looked short and thin, with short messy hair and a pale face, but her expression was calm and frightening.

Nacini glared at Illo fiercely, and the half-elf was a little embarrassed, and turned his head to whistle.

Katroman's face was ugly, even a little distorted, he stroked the famous "blood-drinking" long knife at his waist, turned his head and asked Kudran, "Old General, what should I do?"

"This ......" Kudran frowned, on this occasion, why can't he summon the guards to the stage and force Aithea away. He pondered for a moment and suggested, "Otherwise, I will go to the female officials of the court and take her away?"

"What's the difference between that and the guards going up?" Carter Roman, snorting, visibly resentful of Kudran for not looking at Athea.

The two looked at each other helplessly, so they could only send soldiers to maintain the order around them, trying to get Nacini's opinion but getting no response.

The strange stares around him embarrassed Carteroman, and he just wanted to find out something about Kudland. But Kudran suddenly turned his head to listen,

"What is this...... "How come there is a cavalry contingent marching on the avenue?"

"I've got a ...... in mind," he said, turning his head hurriedly, "I'll go to the master of ceremonies first and ask him to announce the next group of envoys coming in." Then I'm going to have to stop that team, and you watch the point here, and cooperate with the emcee. After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and walked briskly towards the audience.

Knowing that Kudland was in charge of the security of the entire Norman City, and had a heavy responsibility, Carter Roman could only nod in agreement, looking at the situation on the stage with a little anxiety.

"Your Majesty, why didn't you send me an invitation to your wedding?" After a moment of silence, Athea asked word by word, looking calm.

"This, Althea, you...... Now ......," Nacini hesitated.

"And we met again yesterday, why didn't you inform me at that time? I can also send you the blessing of 'newlywed' earlier......" Aithea actually smiled slightly, aggravating the word 'newlywed', making the two people opposite even more embarrassed.

Beside him, seeing that more and more people were turning their eyes here, the anxious Carter Roman walked over in a few steps, and said in a soft voice as much as possible,

"Athea, you guys go first, and we'll talk about it after the wedding. ”

"General Cattroman, I don't think it will end up, this should be decided by the king, right?" Athea, who is usually gentle, stabbed Cattroman with a word, and his face suddenly became difficult to see.

He stroked the handle of the "Drinking Blood" knife on his waist and snorted coldly, "I think the king also meant the same, but he just didn't want the guards to do it." ”

Subconsciously, Katroman glanced at Nacini, and found no indication of agreement or disapproval, he just looked behind him in disbelief, looking very surprised.

"You dare to try it. ”

A low, calm voice sounded behind Cartroman, and it sounded familiar.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic old man in the black cloak rode his horse and stopped directly in front of the stage, his eyes as cold as ice and snow. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)