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The flickering mist filled the room, engulfing a qiē and evolving into a hall where there was no edge to be seen.

Outlining the shadow of the hood, and the deep chin below, the cloud of smoke rolled for a moment, and then made a very old sound.

"This time, we were talking about the thing that Enwei had found before. What can be confirmed by the information provided by Guòras is that the object did exist, but now it has been lost. ”

"Speaking of which, Russ, your appearance this time is really wonderful, not only did you not succeed in catching anyone, but it is said that you have also suffered heavy losses? You have been robbed of a lot of things?tsk, it is a happy thing to have a good teacher......" A sharp voice let out a sneer.

"Hmph, Gullid, my teacher left me a lot of things, like the Ultimate Thunder Circle, do you want to try it?"

The roar was loud and low, almost shaking the entire hall: "Hmph, don't forget jì, I'm facing that old ghost of Albert! doubt me? Who of you has the power to oppose him? Not to mention, Wang ...... The soul attached to that thing has awakened, what can I do? Who do you think I am, those dwarves who have no brains?"

"But you've seen it too," he snorted, as if to finally vent his anger a little, "Is there a way for anyone to find the target teleported out of order?" Sloth...... Master, that's your area of expertise, isn't it?In addition, the Lansendel Church seems to have a lot of involvement in this matter, and if they succeed, I am afraid that it will end up being another round of troublesome seals. ”

"Result? What is the result, out of order? Did I miss something?" the female figure appeared in a flicker of light, and let out a coquettish smile.

"Come on, Lister, don't pretend to be garlic, everybody knows something. Why bother to hide it......" The solemn aristocratic tone sneered: "If Albert's side is involved, aren't you close to the water? I think you have already made progress." Why hide it?"

"Don't be kidding, how can a girl not hide it? Only a true lover can get a girl's qiē, this is the only truth in the entire multiverse?" the female voice laughed coquettishly. Then he let out a sigh: "I'm being stared at by two people here, don't forget jì, in addition to that old ghost, I also have a Hawking here, you don't have to worry about him going to you for trouble." But I'm being watched here, otherwise, how about we switch positions?"

"Albert, that old fellow, is interested in that thing too? That's a ...... Unpleasant news. The nobleman generally spoke in a frustrated tone: "If he really starts to act, then I think everyone will wash and sleep, we have almost no chance of winning, right?"

"Rumor has it that the old man won't last long, and this time he doesn't seem to show any great strength, just a little bit of suppression of the ancient arcanist's soul. It's a pity. If it weren't for that little ghost......" was mixed with some gurgling teeth grinding in the grumpy voice known as Russ.

"Is that little ghost worth paying attention to?" the old man's voice sounded at the right time, grasping the key to it.

"All I can say is a lucky little bastard, a bit of the cunning of a mage, and it's not just me. The recent figures of the entire Illyria have been tricked by him. The empire was forced to withdraw its troops, and it was inseparable from his troubles. In addition, the recent legacy of Isgandar, about the power of the seven Divine Legions, has been inherited one after another, and the entire empire may have a great turmoil. ”

"Man of the Hour, our ** teacher, now needs to be compared with those ordinary people?" However, before the other side could erupt, an old and weak voice joined the conversation:

"The Astral Apostles have begun their rounds and have found a target, now. But they missed, and the losses were heavy. We had plenty of time, so. ”

"That's fine, we can ......"

"However, such a fanfare will attract more attention from the gods at this time, I think. As a traditional ally, the Mother Earth Temple has begun to make contact with the Lord of Dawn and send reinforcements. Due to the special nature of their divine powers, they may be more efficient in finding the way of kingship. After a pause, the weak voice spoke again: "In addition, don't forget that Enwei's previous actions have already allowed this news to be transmitted to the lower planes, and with the information channels of the demons, they may soon be involved." ”

"No, or, in fact, they should have been involved a long time ago. After all, it's something that involves basic rules, and it does have this value. As the host, the old voice spoke: "That nobleman's circle has long been decayed, so there is nothing wrong with letting him die and then give birth to a new life." ”

"It's easy, I've wanted to act for a long time, but the power in the hands of the Emperor is still a lot. The snarky voice known as Gullid became excited: "But if there are a few more flashpoints...... Hehe, I can get at least half of the empire. ”

"It's so easy to think about, Gullid, I know that you have some power in the west, but, I advise you not to underestimate Bai Liruo XVII, he is certainly timid, but timidity usually means keeping his back, and the title of the third ** division of the empire has not been revoked so far, but except for the puppet master Jims, who is known to be missing. Thomas Alva, the Gramophone Master, still exists in many hidden corners of the Empire. He may well be the hidden power that sustains the Berino dynasty, if you want to ......," a voice known as Russ snorted.

"Who would want it? Illyria? Forget it, that city and that throne are full of the stench of decay! The empire is too big, the territory is too vast, it will exceed the limit of what one person can rule, and the apparent peace makes the nobles lack the courage to forge ahead, and it will not do the whole continent any good, if it can be separated into three or four new kingdoms, or it will be better. ”

"You!"

"That's enough!" the old voice began, raising its voice slightly. "Summoning you this time, there is one more thing, the new Enwei has taken office. ”

"You found a candidate so quickly?Did he get through the review?Are you sure there is no problem with his qualifications?" The scathing voice spat out a string of suspicion, "I don't want one of us to mix, well, strange fellow." ”

"Please don't worry, Senpai. ”

The light swayed. The mist, almost as dark as the color, condensed into a changing shadow in the space—an uneven mist flickered, and the center of the air mass was dark and hazy. But it gathered into a humanoid silhouette: "Although it is still a short time, I think that my loyalty to 'here' is not inferior to that of any of you."

"Nasty little guy. Over here. Flattery is worthless. The aristocratic voice spoke, with undisguised disgust: "You'd better learn this." ”

"Yes, seniors. The new addition nodded unconcernedly: "However, I thought we might as well turn the conversation back a little bit back to before, everyone's ...... Excuse me. I don't know exactly what happened to this, can you give me a proper explanation?"

"Although your participation is the teacher's opinion, it is better to remember that I have reservations about this. The aristocratic Cun Zài said coldly, "I can only sue you, what they are talking about is just a little ghost named **Dehua." ”

"This name sounds familiar...... Edward, huh?"

......

Edward looked up. Reach out and knead your temples and the bridge of your nose. But these movements seem to be meaningless—the tiny and sharp stinging in the head makes it difficult to think, and even the steps are a little staggering.

The tall and ornate doors of the Academy of Magic were blurred behind them, and it wasn't until they walked out of Woody Street that their slightly sober minds suddenly realized it. In fact, it is a little safer in the academy than out of the academy - at least it is directly monitored by the ** master, as long as it does not intrude into the hidden personal realm. You can ask for help at any time.

But now that you're gone, there's no point in going back at this point...... Edward's eyes narrowed. Simply slowed down.

In the vicinity of Hudy Street, there are always sparse people, and the xenophobia of the mages and the awe of the civilians make it possible to see only one or two hurried passers-by in robes, but when his eyes sweep around, Edward always has a feeling of unease, as if the crisis has not passed, and it seems that someone is not far behind him.

So after thinking about it for a while, he simply walked through a narrow alley and came to Haiyi Road.

It's a side road to Via Woody, and it's one of the rare book markets in the whole of Romanty, and even in Tumenis...... Well, in fact, in this plane, a similar name would have required Edward to create a zào, but there is no doubt that the entire Romanty, and even the little half of Tuminis's book needs, were fulfilled by this street, which was no more than two thousand yards long.

"Books should not belong only to scholars or mages. ”

This is the famous quote of the founder of this path, the second Joseph of the royal family of Fernandis, the emperor of literature. But perhaps, contrary to the Supreme Being's ideas, books are still the playthings of a few people, waiting to be saved by someone who invented paper, and this alley, in fact, has become one of the distribution centers for the School of Magic to communicate with the outside world, as is the work of the mages on Blacksmith Street.

Well, it doesn't have to be so absolute, for those nobles of the capital who have a little money, but are not willing to squander it with those vulgar means, this street next to the Academy of Magic is a very popular place, those vivid or passionate words on the parchment, the twists and turns of the legends, and even the slight fishy smell of the parchment after nitration, are enough to make the mind relaxed. Even if you don't buy anything, there are still people who want to take a walk and browse the quaint and quiet architecture along the road, which is home to a whole collection of poems, biographies, legends and sources of romance.

As a result, it has become the most cultural public place in the city. Many low-level mages and minor nobles used it as a place to rest, sit in the bookstore and quietly flip through a few pages, or, find their favorite parchment, and drink a sweet and fragrant petal drink at the stall next to the bookshelf, so that the day can pass by to the fullest.

Edward sat down under the simple shack of a small shop on the street, ordered a pot of tea, and the boss's eyes touched his black robe, and he was already in a hurry, and rushed into the kitchen. Shaoqing brought out a pot of fine rose tea.

So the Psychic Warlock lowered his head, letting his gaze pass through the shadows of the hood and the empty streets around him, his secretly tense body and nerves finally able to relax a little—he couldn't use the teleportation back to his lair until he left the city, but it was just as dangerous to continue his way towards the gates. On the busy streets, crowds of people are the easiest place to hide hostility.

Sipping the black tea in the cup, the feeling in my head was like a pinprick in my head. Finally calmed down a little, the psychic warlock slowly controlled his mind and began to perceive the changes around his body, especially the slight changes in the magic net - it was too easy for a ** master to figure out some tricks and feet. It's also too hidden, and if it is not really checked, it may cause such strict consequences.

Lady Luck seems to be on her side.

After careful examination, the unmistakable state made him breathe a sigh of relief. Long-range prophecy spells are logically not to be worried, because the royal power can be disturbed and blocked from such a problem. Therefore, if you have not done anything yourself, then things are much simpler.

But there are still lingering palpitations in my heart.

That simple but absolutely dangerous scene, the moment the circle was activated, the terrifying power that rushed into the brain. It's like a handful. No, it was an innumerable sledgehammer that violently bombarded his spirit dozens or hundreds of times in a single breath! If it weren't for the fact that he was suddenly alert a moment ago and unfolded a layer of spiritual protection for himself, he might have been robbed of his mind by that power!

But it's strange that I actually got out of there?

Actually, just at that moment. His heart was already half cold, and he was ready to fight hard. Because no matter how you judge it, it is an attack on him - a ** division is in charge in person. It goes without saying how dangerous the battle that took place on the opponent's turf was...... But what he didn't expect was that it ended so lightly, and the other party let him leave as if he had lost interest...... Or did his desperate mental protection have a certain effect, so that the other party did not notice any clues?

Or is it a game of balance between power, deterrence, and interest?

Well, now that he has escaped, don't think about it, however, Edward seems to be a little uncontrollable and can't help remembering something......

The great magician-level storage zài is really terrifying......

Hawking's suffocating fear, Albert's explosive fear, Tesla's violent fear, and this Marilyn ** teacher, that kind of ...... Hmm,** bone-eating fear. In contrast, it was the last one, which Edward was unwilling to bear again, after all, a powerful being who despised the weak was still a little human after all, but a distorted personality, but an alien who could not be hostile, was absolutely unreasonable.

Enchanted Magic...... The power to control people's hearts, precisely because they have similar abilities, can make people feel real fear in their hearts.

"Among the magic, there are also some that can directly protect the brain, although they are vulnerable to high-level psychic power, but they can also play a little defensive role, you might as well look for it, if it can be solidified, then it will be better. The Sentry squirm crawled out of the leather pocket around his waist and slipped into the gap in his hood.

"Where is it so easy?"

Edward tugged at the corners of his lips and sighed under his breath.

Psychic barrier, if I'm not mistaken, that thing is at least seven, no, the magic of the eight rings, attaching it to an item, even if it's just a storage item, I'm afraid it's worth a lot, not to mention that it's beyond the limit of the spell that Edward can control now.

Of course, this thing is similar to some of the protections of magic, and can definitely appear as a permanent permanent item. I just don't know if Albert will have it, and even if he does, will he be able to lend it to himself or buy it for himself?

He shook his head again, and put the unsolvable questions down for a moment.

There is one more very important thing to consider.

At the moment when the huge magic circle was activated, a perception seemed to find him, it was not some magic or other means of communication, but just a dark feeling, Edward seemed to be sure, it was from some kind of connection of royal power, obviously stimulated by the energy of the magic net, and suddenly expanded some of his own functions, but this energy came too quickly, so the hazy feeling was extremely short-lived, Edward could only be sure, it was definitely not too far away, but it was not like being in the magic academy.

Could it be in Romanty?

He wasn't entirely sure if it would be dangerous - while it was extremely difficult to falsify between the senses of the king, he wasn't sure that the clue would go completely unnoticed by the head of the enchantment department.

His eyes wandered aimlessly, but soon, the sound of horses' hooves interrupted Edward's train of thought, and he looked up and noticed a carriage pacing in the distance.

It was a quaint box-drawn carriage, with old oak skiing with some old black paint, drawn by two sturdy horses of Goo-O blood. The coachman was a veteran, and he waved his whip lightly to ensure that there was no bump in the road, and the horses were good, and the steps were light and steady, and the route was straight......

There's nothing remarkable about that...... But Edward's eyes were immediately attracted to it.

Seems familiar.

It's still that strange feeling, déjà vu, but there are actually dozens or hundreds of such carriages in Romanty...... It's not surprising that it feels familiar.

Edward stood up, his eyes narrowed with wonder of surprise, for he felt familiar with the face peeking out of the window, a somewhat leisurely, but seemingly ordinary face.

(To be continued......)

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