Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 24: Weird Coincidences

It's over 4: 00 in the middle of the night, and Claude is sleepless.

Mentally exhausted, the thirteenth day's diary, like the eleventh day, was filled with two pages of recipes, so that Claude had to copy a page and rest on the roof for half an hour before copying it.

Fortunately, however, it should be because there are more familiar translations, and many Gukherz words no longer need to look at the dictionary Claude to understand their approximation, which reduces a lot of time to interpret.

This will climb to the roof without the moonlight, whether it is cloud-covered or almost dawn, the sky darkens, and there is no more that silver glow falling from the sky.

No sleep, Claude's ready to stay up all night. Sixteen-year-old teenagers are in a vibrant period, and it doesn't matter if they don't sleep for a day. It's a big deal to sneak a nap in class. In any case, very few instructors in the last row will notice that the students in the back of the class will be satisfied as long as they do not affect the studies of the previous literary students to maintain order in the classroom.

Now that the recipe is only sixteenth and seventeenth pages, Claude decides to take a break for a while, and if he doesn't feel so tired, go copy those two pages and see if the journal ends up with an unexpected result for himself.

If you hadn't discovered the mystery of this magic recipe with your own mental powers beyond the ordinary, then perhaps no one would ever have known this secret in history.

Riggs, who founded the Arms Lang dynasty. O. Hill's identity is not as simple as that of the mason chief described in the history book, who is not only descended from the blood of the Silver Magic Nobility, but is also the largest supplier of magic stones to the Magic Society. It brings people together, improves firearms, trains troops, and secretly organizes Brotherhood attacks on magicians.

You can see that, Riggs. O. Hill was already preparing for a war with the sorcerer. He succeeded in seizing the magician's high-end power at a powerful time when he could not return to the position of Campesino, provoking the anger of low-ranking black iron magicians over the high-powered silver magic aristocracy and their unwillingness to go to the position of Campesino to die, using them to plot against the magical holy place in the minds of the magicians - the city of St. Pais.

Though there are two more pages of recipes left untranslated and decrypted, Claude has guessed the end. It must have succeeded, otherwise the history books would not have said that those wicked magicians had been expelled to Higros, far from the Farea continent. I just don't know if these two help Riggs. O. Hill's magician, the owner of the diary and this magic recipe, the four-ring magician and his Dawari brother, what will happen in the end...

The sky already has a hint of brightness, looking at the time scale on the glass hourglass on the table, it's almost 5: 00 in the morning. Claude got out of bed, shook his head, felt so relaxed that he could copy.

Turn on the oil lamp and focus your energy again on the recipe on page 16.

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… 26 Aug 3341 Normatin, Clear.

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No... Claude is very familiar with the dates of the first line of Gukherz, especially the letters that represent the numbers, because they are no different from the current number letters in Hebrew, so Claude automatically translated them in his mind when he wrote the first line.

Remember when the 13th day of the diary was translated, when it was marked, or... How did it all end up on the 26th of August 3341? Where have you been in the middle of 24, 25 days?

Claude checked the thirteen diaries he had translated again, looked at the date signs and made sure there were no omissions. It's a little strange in my heart. How come it's only two days later? Did someone tear up two pages of this recipe? But I checked this recipe carefully and found nothing. I couldn't see a trace of two pages of beast paper being torn off...

Forget it, let's just copy it down and decipher it. Maybe there's a hint in the diary.

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… 26 Aug 3341 Normatin, Clear.

We're leaving for San Paz tomorrow.

After spending the last three days in the camp, with the help of the Baron and Brother Davary, seven barrels of magic crystal explosive powder were finally deployed and taken to the mountains fifty miles from Kim Shui Lu Town for testing. It works well and goes well beyond the power of the Nine-Ring Prohibition Magic to wipe out explosions.

I believe that the Nine Rings Grand Master's extermination explosion needs to take into account the influence of external factors such as his own power values, experience, fingerprints and spell chanting, and distance. And as long as the standard quantity of powder is fixed, combined with the full explosion power of the powder by the crystal and the symbols, there is no need to worry about the difference between its power and strength, like the taboo magic exercised by the Great Nine Rings Mages.

The thunderous noise, a small hill after the explosion became a big pit, and all the viewers were soiled, and I didn't expect the explosion to be so powerful.

The only bad thing is that the distance cannot exceed 10 meters when entering the magic activation symbol, and the detonation of the magic powder has only fifteen moments to evacuate the importer to a safe 100 meters away, which can be done as the battle magician Brother Dawari, but it is a difficult problem for me.

We're leaving for San Paz tomorrow...

I don't know if I can come back...

But promise must be done...

I decided to leave this diary here...

If I really can't come back, then maybe someone will find this recipe with my diary hidden in it, knowing what happened...

By the way, my name is Landers. Parik, my home is on the shores of Lake Beringa in the southwest, and there's a beautiful little fishing village called Bai Lu Village. My father's name is Kuyes. Parik, my mother's name is Alessa. Maurice, I have two brothers, a sister and a sister.

Across the coast of Bai Lu Village is a seaside mountain called Bai Luzhou, and there is a magic tower on the continent, the Seven Rings Tower of the Great Master of Rohnke, where I lived for seven years and became a four-ring magician.

Speaking of which, I thought, if I can't really come back, if anyone can get this recipe and see these diaries I wrote, I hope he can come to that magic tower at his convenience.

Archmage Ronk is dead, and I don't know who's going to get that tower. But on the basement floor, the little room that leaned down the stone stairs was my residence in the magic tower. I dug a hole in the back of the stone ladder to hide some of my personal belongings.

There is a square bluestone plate that sticks to the ground and just push it down hard enough to lift the slab open. Oh, I don't hide things with magic, because in the magic tower, if you use magic, the master will find you.

There's a stone box in the hole, a bag of Sullivan I put in it, 35. If you get one, please give my parents ten so they can live in peace and make my brother a family and my sister has a share of the dowry. The remaining 25 Sullivans are my thanks.

There are also two of my diaries in the box, an experience note when I study magic, which contains many of my magic designs and assumptions, if you need them.

I am a poor magician, nothing good. The only property is that bag of Sullivan. This is also the reward I received from the master of the mission, Master Ronk, who saved one or two for five years...

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It's also a two-page recipe, but the diary is just one more page, and the seventeenth page is just one small paragraph, and it looks like the diary is really gone.

But after the translation, Claude had a creepy feeling.

Is this what you call fate? This recipe has not been discovered in nearly six hundred years outside, and eventually turns back to White Deer Town and falls into its own hands, and tells itself that the diary master is also a resident of White Deer Town, although it was a small fishing village only six hundred years ago.

And tomorrow I'm going on an adventure with my friends in Baiyuzhou. I wanted to see the ruins of the abandoned magic tower in Baiyuzhou. Now the last page of the diary tells himself that the scribe who wrote the diary was in the magic tower on Baiyuzhou. He also left something in that tower...

Although the diary said it was only two diaries and a magic note, there was also a bag of gold coins because its owner was a poor magician. But this coincidence makes one feel an unusual strangeness, as if there are eyes in the underworld watching the crosser and manipulating and manipulating his fate at will...

The light oil is gone, the flame on the oil lamp gradually diminishes, then extinguishes, and the core rises to a brick of smoke. But the sky is already bright, and the lights are no longer needed.

Claude rubbed his face hard, whether it was fate or not, and since this recipe had fallen into his hands and he had found the diary, it didn't say anything, when he went on an adventure in Baiyuzhou, he must have gone to find what the diary master left behind.

By the way, what's his name?

Read the translated diary again. Oh, Landers. Parik.

What we need to worry about now is nearly six hundred years, and the tower has already collapsed and abandoned, becoming a relic, just not knowing that what this Landers left behind is still there. Gold coin Claude doesn't care, it's important that the two diaries and a note on learning magic experience, if you can find it, maybe the record on it will let the passers-by know what he most wants to know, is what magic is, can't learn magic himself...

The bells of the Temple of War rang and the crisp bells echoed over White Deer Town.

It was six o'clock and people gradually appeared on the street, and soon the noise of the horses and the merchants began to loud.

The mood was a little turbulent, and Claude thought this recipe was some kind of magic book, like those martial arts books, but he didn't realize it was just a diary written by a low-level grammar.

I'm disappointed, but the diary says that the historical legend Riggs was here more than 500 years ago. A fragment of O. Hill's war with the Magician. And this diary is still written by a magician, and it's authentic.

Unfortunately, only Claude, who has come into contact with this recipe so far, has been able to see the diary hidden in this recipe and has not been able to bring it out to the public, otherwise it is likely to cause an uproar in the history of the entire Farea continent.

And of course, Claude wouldn't be stupid enough to take it out, because in the current taboo of the kingdom of Orvillas on magic, taking out this recipe means Claude throws himself into the net.

Can you see the magician's diary in this animal leather recipe? That's good. That means you have a magical gift. You're dangerous. Even if not arrested and punished, what awaits Claude in the future will be residential surveillance and loss of liberty...

What am I thinking... Claude rubs his face so hard again, it's easy to think about it if the association is too good, or go downstairs and wash your face to wake yourself up and wait another day, and you can leave for Baiyuzhou tomorrow.

I thought this diary was all about that history, but I didn't expect the last page to give a clue to a gift pack. It's weird, but since you can cross into the magic world, it's not surprising.

All Claude can do is calmly face the future.