Throne of Magical Arcana

The "Hull" manor is located at the edge of the forest. It is the Hofenberg family's summer hunting rest place. At this time, it is early spring and there are no guests, so even the servants are rare, secluded and peaceful.

The study of the main house of the manor is the place where King Hofenberg handles official business while hunting, and is protected by a strict magic circle. But at this time, there are three magicians protected by the magic circle.

Douglas lived here secretly as a guest of the royal family, and the magic robe on his body had to be changed into the most popular high-necked jacket today, which made him quite unaccustomed and felt that it was too ostentatious.

"You arranged for Douglas to hide here?" It was inconvenient to speak outside, and several people entered the study. Fernando asked Hathaway casually, trying to find out whether it was her meaning or the meaning of "Sword of Truth".

Although he had no time to take care of the scene in the sky during the previous battle, since the "Lord of Death" and the "Witch of the Ice Land" have fallen, the "Sword of Truth" and "Heart of Time" are alive and well, it is not difficult for him to guess The scene at that time must have been betrayed by these two noble knights!

The heavy loss this time exceeded the limit that Fernando could bear, leaving an indelible mark in his heart, and he couldn't believe the noble knight even more.

Hathaway nodded slightly: "Me."

Although she is a nobleman, she has become a magician. With years of friendship, Fernando has more trust in her.

Sharp snorted: "You think Hathaway's matter can be hidden from His Majesty the King, but he deliberately pretended not to know, hey, this matter is really forced by the situation, no nobleman wants the church to be completely destroyed The forces of magicians, as Douglas said, from now on, the conflict between us and the church will become more and more intense."

He was a little more hesitant about the future.

Douglas calmly sat on the mahogany high-backed chair, and said in a peaceful voice: "The Mother Earth is still there, the Church of Ability God is still there, Dracula is still there, the Silver Moon is still there, the Dark Mountains are still there, the endless ocean is still there, the Church It is far from being able to abandon the nobles. However, after the coalition forces are defeated, it is difficult for them to hold back most of the Church's power. The Church's control over the area it rules will reach its peak. You must be prepared Yes, be prepared to be patient."

He spoke neither fast nor slow, and his voice also carried the unique magnetism of a middle-aged gentleman. Although he was describing a bad situation, it made Fernando and Sharp feel calmer and less hesitant.

Is this the power of the legend to affect his surroundings, or has Douglas grown into such a charismatic leader? This question quietly flashed in Fernando's heart.

"What I'm afraid of is that patience is useless." After calming down, Sharp expressed his inner worries. To the point of hope of winning.

Douglas picked up the simple and elegant white glaze cup next to him, took a sip of plain water, and continued to speak in a calming voice: "It can be seen from the previous battle examples that after the 'God's Arrival', the Pope must have time to recover. In the terminology of magicians, the buffer time of this divine spell is very long, if it is used forcibly within the buffer time, the previous pope will be a warning, so we don’t need to and cannot be so afraid of the ‘God’s Descent’.”

"'Silver Moon' Aitna survived a single blow from the 'God's Descent', but escaped with serious injuries, which shows that the 'God's Descent' can still be blocked. If he recovers, we will find a way to let the 'Lord of Hell' Or the arrival of the 'will of the abyss' may not necessarily kill the pope."

This is an obvious and easy-to-see analysis, but it is difficult for a wandering and desperate person to calm down and think. The clever mind is shrouded in fog and cannot see things outside of themselves.

Listening to Douglas' slow analysis, Sharp's mood became more and more calm, as if he had found long-lost confidence.

"The summoning of the 'Lord of Hell' or the 'Will of the Abyss' requires complicated rituals and a huge price. It is easy to be discovered by the church and destroyed in advance. Moreover, the 'Will of the Abyss' is crazy and bloodthirsty. Maybe it will be wrong to call it." It's the enemy." Sharp expressed his thoughts.

"Hmph, coward." Fernando gave Sharp a look of disdain. "Although the 'Abyss Will' is crazy, we can make preparations in advance and induce it to 'advance' in the direction we want."

As a mage who was born in a magic empire, Fernando didn't dislike summoning devils and demons at all, but he didn't like these stupid evil guys very much.

Douglas smiled and said: "Maybe I have to go to hell and talk to the 'Lord of Hell', he is a god-like being who is rational, knows how to analyze and weigh pros and cons, maybe we can find an easier way for him to come, to be honest , I have never had a good impression of blood sacrifices."

After being promoted to a legend, he can still travel in different dimensions without the help of a directional "gate to another world".

"Wait for now, I think that based on the value of "Mathematical Principles of Magic Philosophy", you should be able to be promoted again soon." Fernando thought that it would be better for Douglas to go to hell after he was stronger, lest the "Lord of Hell" look down on him "Weak" collaborators.

"There is no conflict between improving strength and going to hell." Douglas nodded. "According to my estimation, I can reach the third level in about twenty or thirty years, and my combat power is not bad."

He cast his eyes on Sharp: "This road is dangerous and difficult, but if you don't do it, there is no hope at all. Only by walking step by step can you find a road of hope in the darkness and despair."

"Actually, the current situation is not too bad. Hehe, I mean, for you mages, since the fall of Alto and the fall of the 'Lord of Death', the upper echelon of the church has not paid much attention to mages. They are all concentrated on the Church of Ability God and the dark creatures, that is to say, the hunt and strangulation you encounter will be much less intense than before." Sharp spoke out about the important changes he felt during this period.

Douglas smiled self-deprecatingly: "Weakness also has its advantages."

Fernando interrupted with a look of contempt: "I originally thought that after Ivan failed to become the pope, he would conflict with Gregory. Who knew, he behaved like a sheep."

"The power of the clergy comes from the 'God of Truth'. If you rebel against the pope chosen by the 'God of Truth', it is tantamount to rebelling against God. No clergyman dares to do such a thing, and there will be no companions, no supporters, and , it is said that the Pope has a method called "excommunication", which can cut off the connection between the clergy and the "God of Truth", and make their "heart of faith" become pure consumption and nothing to replenish. So, how dare Ivan directly Conflict with Gregory?" Douglas shook his head.

Hathaway spoke suddenly, and said coldly: "There is excommunication."

"There really is..." Douglas nodded solemnly, "However, we don't have to be disappointed. Ivan may not have a direct conflict with Gregory, but it doesn't mean that he is unwilling to create trouble for Gregory and make enemies. Perhaps, his attitude towards us magicians has changed, and we have to try to get in touch with him in the future."

The four of them discussed for a long time and confirmed many plans for the future. Fernando felt the passion again, which was the feeling he had when he first joined the "United Magicians Union".

Douglas patted his clothes, stood up and said, "Fernando, you just recovered from a serious injury, take a rest first, and we will exchange magic knowledge when you are free."

"Well, when the time comes, I will discuss "Mathematical Principles of Magic Philosophy" with you. This is definitely the most brilliant and brilliant book in the history of magic." Fernando, who was owed, did not hesitate to praise himself.

Douglas smiled: "I am very happy to receive such an evaluation from you, and I am also proud of my work, but the more things I research, the more doubts I have. Hehe, the unknown is always so intoxicating. What is it, what is its essence..."

This... The height and depth of this kind of question made Fernando and Hathaway stunned. They didn't know how to answer. Only Sharp, who didn't understand arcane arts, shrugged his shoulders, walked to the window, and opened the curtain.

The clear and pure sunlight poured in from outside the house, casting everything into a golden brilliance, and before you knew it, it was already dawn!

"Fernando, I need your help to contact other magicians and strive to re-establish a union."

"Don't call it a trade union, I will think of the old fox, call it the All-Continent United Council of Magicians."

"I'm OK."

"It's not very pleasant..." Hathaway commented in a very soft voice.

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Erica looked around at the magicians with despair and powerlessness written all over their faces. Her heart was extremely heavy. She was only in a small organization, and it was really difficult to deal with such a storm.

She retreated into the room, sat on the bed with her knees folded, thought for a while, and pulled out a book with a black cover from the storage bag, which was sent by Mr. Douglas during the last communication, but due to the sudden turn of the situation, Busy with the transfer, she never found time to watch it.

Opening the book, Erica read it seriously, with unconscious admiration.

Looking at it, her hands trembled violently, and she almost couldn't hold the book steadily. Although she hadn't mastered the calculus taught in Mr. Douglas's usual letters, it didn't prevent her from roughly understanding the content of the third chapter.

"gravitational……"

"Are these the strings of the Goddess of Magic?"

"Is this the true face of this world?"

"Magic is countless times more amazing than I imagined!"

She was caught in a turbulent sea, and she didn't even know that the "Cursed Eye" Atlante had arrived and planned to recruit them, a small organization.

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With a creak, a girl in a court dress pushed open the door of the room, and the candlestick in her hand illuminated the dim room.

In the light-condensed position, a tall and thin young man was looking back at her with horror on his face, holding a heart tightly in his hand, and a broken corpse was placed in front of him.

Pa, the candlestick fell to the ground, the beautiful girl covered her mouth and said in disbelief, "You, are you a magician?"

"No, no..." The young man paled and shook his head in panic, but he couldn't answer the question.

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A frivolous whistle with a melody sounded on the boulevard, and a boy with black hair and black pupils was walking happily. He had handsome features and a unique bookish look, which attracted the attention of ladies.

"This drama is too bad, it's not as good as the one in my head!" He tsk-tsk criticized, and at the same time recalled: "Ms. Audrey is so warm and hot..."

Suddenly, a man in his thirties ran over from the corner and said in a panic, "Run away! Get out of the city! Lord Viscount knows that you are sleeping with Mrs. Audrey!"

"What?" The boy's face turned pale, and the feeling of being chatty dissipated. He took the package, turned around and fled.

When he escaped from the city, it was just when the sun was setting.

"It's so beautiful!" He gradually regained his composure, no longer flustered, and laughed, "It's just right, I've always wanted to go to Rentat, and I'm the man who wants to be the greatest playwright!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the black-haired boy blew his cheerful whistle again.