Throne of Magical Arcana

In the severe winter months, the night came very early, and Rentat, which was in the north, blew a howling cold wind, causing every pedestrian on the street to tighten their coats, hold down their hats, and speed up their pace.

For them, the biggest difference between the present and the past is that the street lamps on both sides of the road have covered the streets of Rentat, big and small, and the bright and clean magic crystal lamps illuminate the road for them to wait for others to go home. It is no longer like the past, only Only a few bustling avenues have been installed with arc light street lights. Most citizens either rely on the light of the silver moon and stars, or bring their own lanterns, or simply walk in the dark when driving in the winter night, so they often fall down on the road.

The werewolf Nasder walked off the last magical steam train along the crowds, and stepped onto the smooth stone ground of the Hexagram platform—because the cities in this world are part of the magic or divine defense system, all except Allinger Except for a few very special cities, most cities have no possibility of demolishing city walls, gates, etc., nor are they able to give up their defenses on their own.

Because of this, magic steam trains cannot enter the city at night, and there is a saying of "the last train every day". After closing the city gate, they can only temporarily stop at the temporary platform outside the city.

"Phew, the magic steam train is indeed the same as the rumors and books. It is comfortable, fast, and convenient. It is indeed a very good alchemy item." Nasder exhaled, watching them form a "white mist" in front of him.

He was wearing a typical Holm Kingdom clothing, white shirt, brown sweater, black double-breasted frock coat, top hat of the same color, and a decorative walking stick in his hand. His burly figure held the clothes tight Tight, it looks like a man with great strength.

Nasder looked around at the platform and thought to himself: "It's a pity that the magic steam train can't run in the Dark Mountains, so we can only consider the Silvermoon Wasteland."

The dark mountains are full of dangerous space rifts and magical creatures. There is more than 80% chance that the steam train will never come back after leaving.

And "Silver Moon Wasteland" is an alien space controlled by the werewolves. The name does not match the reality. It is not a wasteland illuminated by the silver moon, but a very rich and prosperous plain, but the werewolves insist on naming it like this. This alien space, so, with the passage of thousands of years, its original name has been forgotten by people.

After looking around the platform and finding that there was nothing worthy of attention, Nasder pulled his clothes and walked outside a little uncomfortable with this state.

"Prince Dubnar gave me this task because he valued me. He must think that I am one of the few werewolves who are sober-minded and good at thinking and observing. I can't live up to his importance." Nasder Thinking proudly and gratefully, the pace under his feet quickened subconsciously.

Dubnar has always claimed to be the most cunning, wise and scheming werewolf. He is the "idol" in Nasder's mind, and he imitates his behavior and way of doing things everywhere-although other princes and vampires laugh at Dubnar Er is a real straight-line thinking creature, reckless and without planning, but this cannot change Nasder's opinion, they must be slandering the wisdom of His Excellency the Prince!

As soon as he stepped out of the platform, Nasder's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes were full of brilliance, as if the stars in the sky were reflected in Rentat City.

One after another magic crystal lamps swayed their own light wherever he could see, whether it was street lamps, family lights in houses, lamps of alchemy cars, or horse lamps of carriages, they all gave off a warm and peaceful feeling. The rays of light are connected together, dreamy and shocking, as if covering all the stars in the sky.

And in one direction, two tall tower-like buildings overlook the entire Rentat City, and their towers are inlaid with bright and clean crystal lamps, which render themselves beautiful and noble, giving Chu I was very impressed by Nasdir in Rentat City, it is the most intuitive beauty!

"This is..." Nasder stopped walking, and stood there ecstatically, his mind went blank for a while, as if he couldn't restrain his inner restlessness on a full moon night.

"Have you never been to Rentat? The taller one is Holm's Royal Magic Tower, and the slightly shorter one is Holm Radio Station and the National Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee..." A passing passenger looked at Nathan with a smile on his face. Sder glanced at him and answered his question casually.

Committee, isn't that an organizational structure unique to the Magic Council? Could it be that the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Kingdom of Holm also has the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Four Straits and the Northern Coastal Corridor? Headquarters in Allinge? A series of questions arose in Nasder's mind, but he didn't ask any more, because the passenger's funny eyes hurt his heart deeply.

"That must be the look of the country bumpkin!" Nasder felt that he had guessed correctly, but in order to complete the task assigned by His Excellency the Prince, he could only forcibly control himself and not beat up the passenger, "absolutely must not show The identity of a werewolf! How can I pretend that it's not my first time in Rentat when I inquire about other things later?"

He has a strong self-esteem that is rarely seen among werewolves.

Carrying the luggage, Nasder called a carriage and drove to the bustling street.

"Why are there so many people? Aren't they afraid of the cold?" When passing by a square, Nasder was surprised to see hundreds of thousands of citizens standing in the cold wind. They are not as hardy as werewolves...

After stopping the carriage, Nasder stood at the edge of the square, saw the huge horn in the center, and heard the sweet and moving voice.

"The next program is the 'Body Mystery' that everyone likes very much. We are honored to invite Viscount John Wellesley. He is a great knight and has rich experience in tempering the body. What incorrect exercise concepts should be avoided before becoming successful, and how should one strengthen one's body..."

Nasder's eyes lit up, he took out a document from his luggage, and quickly flipped through it.

Soon, he turned to a specific page, then kept listening to it, and kept looking down at the information in his hand. Finally, he laughed out loud and said with great satisfaction in his heart: "So this is the 'Voice of Mystery', and the information is correct. .”

Listening to the viscount Wellesley's eloquent talk, Nasdel opened his mouth wide: "Isn't this a formal way of knight training? It can be directly promoted on the radio!"

This surprised him very much. Even the most open-minded Alto, this kind of thing did not happen. He had to become a knight's squire to obtain a similar method.

"Didn't the nobles protest? Or did they have something better? They announced it to fight against the Church?" Nasder thought about the reason, but soon, his attention was caught by the wonderful program of "Voice of Mystery" Fascinating, listening mesmerizingly, this is a way of entertainment that he has never experienced before!

In the "Dark Mountains", due to the influence of harsh environments such as space gaps and fog, it is really difficult to receive the "voice of mystery".

"The 'Voice of Mystery' is really great, a hundred times stronger than what the intelligence described. Fortunately, I came to Rentat!" Nasder thought excitedly, and before he knew it, the "Voice of Mystery" was over.

After the crowd in the square had left, he sneaked behind the giant speaker full of curiosity, but there was nothing valuable there except for wires and some simple devices.

"Hey, what is this?" Nasder followed the wires to the wall on the other side of the square, and found more than a dozen strange holes on the wall. They were arranged in groups of three, one above the other and two below the ground. .

Nasder observed carefully for a while, but couldn't see the purpose of these holes. He wanted to ask passers-by, but he was worried that he would be regarded as a country bumpkin, so he decided to "research" by himself.

As a werewolf who grew up in the Dark Mountains, Nasder understands that even if something looks harmless, he should not touch it casually, so he carefully took out a steel needle from his luggage, intending to use it to replace himself fingers, once there is any danger, it can be avoided in time.

"These holes are arranged openly near the square without worrying that the citizens will touch them. Obviously, there will not be too much danger..." Nasder, who thought he was smart, made a very reasonable inference.

After looking around and confirming that it was dead of night, Nasder inserted the steel needle into the hole.

At this moment, the silver-white electric current rushed out from the hole, and hit Nasder along the steel needle, the speed was so fast that he couldn't avoid it.

Zizizi, countless electric currents are rushing through Nasder's body, and he can't control his violent trembling. There is a faint smell of burning from his body, and his right hand wants to leave the steel needle, but it seems to be sucked on it, and he can't take it open.

After a while, Nasder's fur emerged, his muscles puffed up, and black air lingered. With a sudden force, he finally got rid of the steel needle.

"Flash, lightning, magic circle, Rentat's magic, magician and noble, what, what do you think, such, such a dangerous thing, things can be placed on the wall, the wall casually." Nasder was shocked by the electric shock. His whole body was numb, his speech was stammering, and his heart was extremely angry and aggrieved. How could such a dangerous magic circle be engraved in such a place without protection? Aren't you afraid that citizens and ordinary nobles will accidentally touch it? If he wasn't an adult werewolf, he would have been electrocuted to death just now!

Just when he had just recovered his image, a young man in gorgeous clothes walked to the wall, took out a thing with a metal plug from the storage bag, inserted it into the hole, and then inserted another One end was inserted into another beautiful rectangular alchemy item held in his hand.

"This is the latest mobile communication item. It is no longer a magic circle that constantly restores energy, but is activated by storing electrical energy, so the cost is greatly reduced. It can also be used by nobles like me who are not too rich." The young man saw Nasder staring at him with "sluggish eyes", so he proudly introduced his beloved "baby", then he fixed his gaze and said with a smile, "My friend, your face seems to be a little blackened It smells like burning, you didn’t touch these current magic circles directly with your hands, did you?”

"No, no." Nasder instinctively denied.

The young man joked: "It's good if it's not, the 'Voice of Mystery' and the municipal department have been promoting it for so long, even a child of a few years old in Rentat knows how to use electricity safely, unless it is someone who has never experienced this kind of life would make such a naive mistake."

Ann, safe use of electricity? How old is the child? Nasder was quite glad that he denied it just now, otherwise he would be ashamed to see others!

Worried about being seen through by the young nobleman, Nasder decided to leave here as soon as possible, so he dragged his still paralyzed body, walked out of the square with difficulty, and walked towards the secluded streets.

As he was walking, his head, which had been stunned by the electric shock, suddenly realized that he had missed the ground.

Boom!

In the square, the young man seemed to hear something, but when he looked back, he found nothing, so he laughed at himself: "What sound can there be in the middle of the night? Do you want to meet a ghost?"

When he left the square after "charging the battery", he suddenly remembered something and reminded himself: "You can't walk in the remote and dark streets. Recently, some outsiders specially helped outsiders steal the manhole cover of the sewer..."

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