After a night of excitement, the turmoil in Edmont House finally came to an end, and for some time afterward, the nobleman of Simon remained silent, and the lady in charge, Lady Vika, seemed to be greatly stimulated by this, and since then she has lived in seclusion, and when the name of the wizard has gradually become widely known in Simon, he has stayed away from the center of the maelstrom.

After this turmoil, Penny knew that it was impossible for these creatures hidden in the darkness to let themselves stay in Simon without stopping, not to mention that the mysterious Lord of the Night, even the two vampire dukes, were definitely not easy to deal with, but the greater danger came from the unknown - even the Temple of Tyr, which had been dealing with the vampires for a long time, did not know where the two dukes were hiding, so the dark arrow against him could suddenly appear from anywhere.

At this time, the safest thing to do is to shrink into your own mage tower.

But it's not a long-term solution, and if you shrink for too long, these vampires will start a new round of erosion.

So the wizard was studying the gemstone ring, trying to get some clues from the remnants of magic on it, but he also knew that it was not a reliable thing to do—most of the rings used for communication were kept secret, and it was difficult for prophecy spells to get useful information from them.

So he quickly threw the ring to the other side, but accidentally hit someone who shouldn't have smashed it.

"Junior, you're too rude. The little boy frowned, clutching the sore spot on his head, and squinted at the wizard with discontented eyes.

"I'm sorry. Penny nodded, his apologetic tone was clearly insincere, and in fact his mind wasn't entirely focused on it, just thinking about how to deal with the vampires who had bad intentions towards him.

And Hylaste Black Robe picked up the ring and looked at the gem on it with a frown:

"Oh, the texture of this gem is a little weird...... Can you tell me what this crystal is, which doesn't look like Crimson Tears or Ruby?"

"It's supposed to be something made from blood. The wizard nodded: "Vampires often play this kind of trick. ”

"Vampire's blood beads?" Helast put the gem on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, with a little interest on her face, "It's a valuable technique, but unfortunately only vampires understand it." ”

He had a look of regret on his face: "Only they are so boring and turn blood into gems." ”

"Perhaps, but, Mr. Blackrobe. The wizard suddenly wanted to use the power of the old monster, "Can you find something from this, like its creator?"

"Dream on. Hylaster snorted, "There's no way Safras could have found anything of value from a magic gem shattered to this extent. ”

"So...... Is it just this drop of blood?" the wizard began to think about it in a different way: "For example, the source of this blood, or rather, the vampire who made it." ”

Although he has lost his ability to cast spells, it does not mean that Lord Black Robe is now useless, with rich experience and solid arcane skills, in many aspects of work, Black Robe has a natural advantage.

"The source of blood...... Who knows which poor creature was kissed by a vampire?" Hylaste raised an eyebrow, "Looking for the guy who made the blood beads...... Oh, it's not easy, are you sure you're not wasting your time?"

"I've been threatened by vampires lately. The wizard spread his hands: "Very serious threat. ”

"So you're going to kill them? Oh, what a hassle, if my power doesn't go away, I can easily go underground and sweep away this garbage. Helast said with an irritated expression, "Where is it necessary to spend so much effort." ”

Penny spread his hands: "The new vampire king is very powerful, and I don't know where he is hiding, which is the most troublesome thing." ”

"Even if you know where he's hiding, you may not be able to deal with him. Hylaste yawned and glanced at the wizard with contempt, "With your level of spells. ”

"It's also something that can't be helped. The wizard shook his head: "Arcane skills are not something that can be improved quickly, as long as nothing else, I spend at least six hours a day on research, but ......"

"Research in the wrong direction is a waste of time. Hylast interrupted impatiently, "Does it make any sense for you to master a few more new spells, or a few fewer spells?" ”

"Okay. The wizard turned his head helplessly: "But you must know that I don't have more than ten years to study the more difficult next stage, and if I want to completely refine the methodology, this is not a small project." ”

If a wizard's methodology fails to fully explain the world, then there will be some very strange situations in the process of casting spells - for example, if a wizard cannot use the methodology to explain the existence of 'fire', then all fire-related spells will be insulated from the wizard.

The multiverse is all-encompassing, and it is of course impossible to explain all the existence of the universe with a single theory.

No one can be omniscient, not even gods, and all a wizard can do is use his own theories to deconstruct the laws of the world as much as possible, so he can control the origin power of the multiverse. However, due to congenital defects, any methodology has something that can never be explained, and this is also the eternal weakness of a wizard - even the wizard himself will not know what this weakness is, which is the blind spot of methodology.

There are no shortcuts to perfecting this theory as much as possible, and trying not to allow new blind spots, requires that wizards be knowledgeable and have a considerable amount of time to perfect it.

And now Penny obviously lacks more than ten years of retreat, and it is certainly unrealistic to want to accomplish such a great feat.

"So it's a tragedy to say you. Hylaste patted her mouth: "Utter tragedy, actually...... You want to get it done quickly, and it's not without shortcuts......"

"A shortcut?" was obviously a little surprised to Penny, and turned to a little surprise.

This old monster may really have something else to do.

"Oh...... But I need some supplies, and most importantly, I need something. ”

"What do you need?" Penny raised his eyebrows, being able to find a shortcut to quickly complete the methodology, of course, was something he had been looking for.

"Hmm, it's said that you used a large metal machine to knock down a brainless red dragon in my dungeon?" asked Helast.

"You mean the Titan Soldiers?" Penny raised an eyebrow.

"Nice, nice, a way to get us to the shortcut...... Oh, you need to go to a place, but the guards in that place are more savage, and there are no big guys like three or four, so they definitely can't deal with it. Hylaste said.

"Three or four?" The wizard's expression was distorted: "Black-robed senior, if there are materials that can make three or four giant god soldiers, it will be enough to buy Ximen." ”

"So, you're too weak. Hylaste snorted: "Okay, you have to find a way to get money, supplies and power, and the sooner that day comes, the better." ”

"So I need some way to deal with those vampires. The wizard spread his hands.

"Wait for my news, but don't expect too much. Hylasth flicked the ring from her hand and turned and walked back to the depths of the Mage's Tower.

The wizard shrugged his shoulders and walked upstairs to the living room, where a man was boredly flipping through a book in bed when he saw the wizard come up, snorted, and turned his head to the side.

"Are you angry?" he walked over to the bed, looking at Lannie, who had a book of poetry in her hand - but not in a friendly manner, these narrative poems taken from third-rate bards everywhere were vulgar and otherworldly, and of course, very popular with the public.

The Temple Samurai are not the same as wizards or high-ranking priests, of course, they do not need much cultivation and appreciation, and when the heavy sword is only a decoration most of the time, they have to rely on these poetry collections to pass the time.

At the same time, to express dissatisfaction to some people: "No. ”

She snorted and turned her head, her long black hair floating in the air.

The wizard lifted the long hair and sniffed it on the tip of her nose, which made her very dissatisfied, and immediately turned her eyes away from the book of poems, and stared angrily at the wizard's face.

"You're really angry. He squirmed his ass to her side, two arms wrapped around her bouncy waist.

"Why am I angry?" she snorted, stretching out her fingers to pinch the wizard's arm, leaving patches of red marks on it, while twisting her waist in an attempt to break free of the wizard's embrace, "Do you want me to lie in your arms like a cat when I see you?"

"It's not a cat that spoils its owner. The wizard raised his eyebrows: "They have never had the concept of a master in their hearts, I don't believe you can pay attention to their eyes, even if they trust you, they will still show wary eyes from time to time, Lanny, I feel ......"

"You think I'm a cat like that?" she snorted and laughed, "What an interesting description." ”

These shining, seductive eyes undoubtedly made the wizard a little difficult to control, and he pinched her nose as if he were teasing Nephie, and let go before the cat, which could turn into a tiger at any moment, got angry, looked at the angry face, and whispered in her ear, "You are cute." ”

"Lovely?" the compliment made her eyes flutter for a moment, because it was the first time she had heard the words of praise from this man's mouth since she had known him.

A sour breath made a little bitter salt water come out of her eyes, and she turned her head away, grabbed the sheets, and wiped the water on her face: "Nonsense. ”

She looked at the mage's face with red circles in her eyes: "Nasty man." ”

"Really annoying?" the wizard frowned, trying to take advantage of this opportunity, but Lannie threw himself on the bed, and the four eyes looked at each other at a distance of no more than an inch, and between the four lips that could be touched at any time, there was also a faint voice:

"Listen...... I don't like to be a wild cat, and if one day you throw me aside, I'm going to bite you to death, just use this. ”

The sharp pain burrowed from his lips and down the nerves into the wizard's brain, almost instantly, causing him to faint, until Lannie's lips were bloodied and he had time to reach out and cover his bleeding lips.

It made him unable to speak.

She looked condescendingly at the wizard's blue-black face and let out a soft snort, as if the pent-up annoyance had disappeared, and the smile with a hint of arrogance appeared on her face again.

The wizard looked at this smiling face, and felt a little dizzy for a moment, as if the pain of the badly injured part had also decreased a little.

(To be continued)