Throne of Magical Arcana

In the garden villa, Lucien looked at the still thick stack of letters, shook his head slightly, exhaled, and then checked them one by one with magic. After confirming that there was no problem, he opened it slowly and roughly browsed through it to prevent further Someone as radical as Pee Wey appeared.

"Felipe?" Lucien looked at the unopened letter in his hand strangely, wondering what Felipe wrote to himself.

Exploring arcane and magical issues? He and I are good at different fields, and belong to two factions with different basic concepts, Elements and Necromancers, and they are all arcanists who are highly regarded among the younger generation. The few people who are most likely to become legendary magicians are worthy of the name Although he did cooperate once in private, he didn't even have a basic friendship. He had never exchanged letters. With Felipe's proud personality, how could he suddenly write a letter to discuss questions with him?

criticize? abuse? intimidate? The necromantic view of the soul is close to the direction of electromagnetic waves and electromagnetic fields. There is no doubt that he is a supporter of the wave theory. After seeing the new paper in the "Arcane" journal, Felipe wrote a letter to criticize himself, an annoying guy It seemed normal, but Lucien felt something was wrong. Although Felipe's character was a bit tyrannical, he was very proud. If he wanted to criticize and slander, he must write a paper and submit it directly, instead of using letters in private like now.

"There's something strange..." Lucien checked the letter again, especially to prevent hidden imprints such as curses, corruption, and souls. Finally, he used astrology to calculate the danger, which inspired many magical defenses. Just opened the letter.

"It's very normal to attack the light quantum hypothesis... very normal Felipe's tone..." Lucien frowned slightly as he read it. It was a very normal letter, so normal that the basis for the attack was not proved by precise experiments. It also contradicts the classic electromagnetic theory and images, and there is nothing special about it.

"...The frequency of spelling mistakes in words is a bit high, there are twenty-seven or eight places in a few pages of letters..." Because he felt that the letter might be abnormal, Lucien read it carefully, although those mistakes were not obtrusive , can also guess what the original word is based on the context and most of its own letters, it will not affect the fluency of normal reading, it is difficult to find mistakes, but often corrects Annick, Heidi and others' test paper exercises and "subversive" papers Lucien was keenly aware of this, and resisted the urge to pick up the quill and dip it in red ink to make corrections, rubbing his brows and thinking, "It shouldn't be like this..."

Lucien has only read Felipe's official papers, so he doesn't know if he often makes spelling mistakes like this, but "according to his proud personality, when he writes a letter to an annoying competitor, he must carefully and repeatedly Checking, just like when submitting a thesis...losing face in front of the opponent should be something he is very taboo and disgusted..."

As the thought flashed, Lucien was startled, without any emotional change on his face, but the wrong letters in the words in his mind were independently and clearly reflected, arranged in sequence.

Change these wrong letters back to correct, and they connect into a string of what seems to be several words.

"Dead spirits provoking... wave-grain controversy... internal strife... submitting to the parliament..." After roughly punctuating the sentence, Lucien read what Felipe wanted to express, but after these few words, there were four more words. Meaningless letters that don't form words, "What do they mean?"

Lucien couldn't think of the meaning of these letters, but the meaning expressed in the previous part was sufficient: the undead in the Necromancer World seemed to want to use the wave-particle debate to create internal strife in the parliament.

As for their purpose, Lucien guessed that it was the parliament's investigation of Heidler City.

"Submit to the parliament... It seems that Felipe has no confidence in me and himself. Maybe the enemy is a big figure like the master of the dead and the demigod lich. The only thing he can rely on is the parliament. This difference in strength does not depend on wisdom and Tricks can make up for it..." Lucien rubbed his chin, "Isn't he worried that I also have collusion with the Necromancer world? Or does he know more?"

Lucien packed the letter, threw it aside casually, got up and paced back and forth, thinking about how to submit it, how to make it work, and how to completely expose the cooperation between the pale hand and the Necromancer World.

Walking to the bookshelf, Lucien glanced unfocused. Just about to turn around, he suddenly saw a row of language books placed there, including Ancient Sylvanus, Common, and Ancient Mesh. Kate language, elf language, devil language, devil language...

Seeing these books that start with letters, Lucien had a flash of inspiration: "Maybe the meaning of the last four letters of Felipe is not as rough as I thought before."

"This letter is the second letter of the Common Language alphabet. This letter is twenty-three, this one is eleven, this one is six... 223, 116..." Standing from the perspective of a magician of the astrology department, Lucien's heart As soon as I read this set of numbers, I recognized them as astrological coordinates, "The location is Heidler City... Uh, the entrance to the gap in the Necromancer World!"

"Lead out the Necromancer World by the pale hand, and let the council begin to slowly explore... This seems to be very good, and will not drag me into danger. I only know this letter, and it is not my turn to be silenced, um, no need What more to do, just submit it!" Lucien quickly made a decision, got up and went to the parliament headquarters, and at the same time, he planned a big plan in his heart, preparing to make the restless elements in the "Pale Hand" and the dead The undead from the spirit world jumped out together, and then wiped them all out. Taking advantage of the situation, the "Pale Hands" were scattered and disrupted, and they were completely incorporated into the parliamentary system to cut off future troubles.

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Pieces of gray tombstones are inserted on the barren plain, gloomy and lonely, inexplicably terrifying.

Inside a huge mausoleum, Vicente, the lord of the dead with pale skin covering his bones, was floating in the air, trying to refine the majestic golden dragon in front of him into a puppet lich.

Suddenly, the dark red flames jumping in his eye sockets flickered violently, the wind of peaceful sleep and death that blew past suddenly subsided, and the legendary magic that rained down soul fragments was forcibly interrupted.

The golden dragon roared to the sky, the voice was full of pain, seized the opportunity, and was about to break free and escape from here.

Miranda's twelve circles of life lit up one by one, imprisoning the dragon tightly, seeing that it was difficult to escape, a ray of determination flashed in the golden pupil of the dragon, his body swelled up, and exploded completely with a bang, blowing up the mausoleum As if encountering a devastating earthquake, stone pillars, arches, etc. collapsed and fell.

When everything subsided, Vicente, who was left with only a skeleton head, said angrily and coldly: "Damn it, I finally caught a golden dragon that is close to the legendary level!"

After a brief moment of anger, he quickly calmed down, flew back to the hidden hall of the mausoleum, and landed on a huge black coffin with no pattern, making the dome light up and revealing a bright starry sky.

Just now, when he was refining the dracolich, he suddenly felt a strong sense of danger, so he failed to cast the spell and almost suffered a backlash. Although he was fine in the end, he also lost a golden dragon close to the legendary level and a flesh body in vain.

After entering the legendary field, no matter whether you are good at astrology magic or not, you will deliberately make up for the shortcomings in this area. Even if your body and soul completely conflict with astrology magic, you will find similar legendary items to wear with you, otherwise you will be good at it at the same level. The legendary magician of the astrology department doesn't even know what's going on!

This is the benefit of magicians and priests (after the pope improves the magic), which can be compensated by learning, like warlocks, knights, etc., unless their own talents have the ability to predict or have similar legendary items, otherwise they can only rely on After being promoted to legend, the soul or the intuition of the heart avoids dangers in a small area, and cannot sense such unknown, hidden, and large-scale dangers.

Vicente, the master of dead souls, does not have the soul essence that conflicts with astrology magic, so although he is not as good as a professional such as a prophet, astrology magic is enough, and it is much better than other legendary magicians who do not have the title of Grand Arcanist.

In the starry sky of the dome, the clear trajectory was running, and the remaining skeleton head of Vicente floated up and down, and the result was quickly obtained: "Storm? Storm? Fernando? A devastating blow?"

Inside the pale skull's head, two dark red flames jumped silently a few times, Vicente cast a spell and said, "Congus... Rogerio, 'Dimatus', 'Adol'... ...Come over here."

The pitch-black coffin was opened at once, and a huge corpse with steaming black air suddenly sat up. Through the black air, one can vaguely see that this corpse is composed of densely packed complete intelligent life forms, including humans, elves, and Dwarves, there are demons, there are devils...

The corpse, which seemed to be half a mountain high, exuded terrifying pressure and seemed to be absorbing all life force. Vicente's skull fell on top of the corpse like a pale crown.

The corpse's eyes opened suddenly, two dark red flames lit up, and there was nothing in front of it, only the boundless silence of sleep.

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The thirty-third floor of the council headquarters.

"Teacher, I received a letter from Felipe." Lucien said bluntly to Fernando who was pacing back and forth.

Fernando's face was serious and puzzled, quite strange: "What letter?"

"He told me through code words that the pale hand and the undead in the mysterious black, white and gray space joined forces, intending to use the opportunity of this wave-particle dispute to stir up internal strife in the parliament and gain benefits. He is worried that the mysterious space is dangerous and tends to the parliament, so he will The entrance coordinates of the mysterious space have also been revealed." Lucien said concisely and clearly, deliberately calling the pale hand the mastermind.

Fernando nodded lightly, and said slightly angrily, "So that's how it is..."

"What's wrong, teacher?" Lucien was a little puzzled. With the character of a teacher, shouldn't he be furious and ask carefully?

Fernando looked out the window and said in a low voice, "Five minutes ago, when you were not close to the magic tower of the headquarters, Vicente brought Congus and others to ask for a meeting of the Supreme Council."

"What?" Lucien asked blankly.

Fernando snorted: "He captured all the undead from the mysterious space in the pale hand, and pushed the matter to Congus, Rogerio and others, saying that they had deceived him. Then, he fully confessed The secrets of the Necromancer world, tell me that there are dangers in it, and I must explore slowly."

"This... Your Excellency Congus and the others didn't refute it?" Lucien felt that it was too exaggerated. He rushed over after reading the letter. He didn't waste much time, but he did so many things. Could it be that Fei Li Pei was found?

Fernando shook his head: "They admitted their mistakes completely, but they didn't admit that they had caused damage to the parliament. If they just concealed the secret, they wouldn't be able to bear much punishment. The next step is to interrogate those undead..."

Having said that, he glanced at Lucien, and warned: "In the future, there will be no corresponding prophecy-type magic to cover up. Don't casually plan conspiracies against legendary magicians, especially plans that involve their lives..."

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