Law of the Devil

[Chapter 1 today ~]

Chapter 52 [Magician's Bondholders Come to the Door]

Mudd had been lying in the room for two days afterwards, after a serious illness, and felt his legs softened when he got out of bed.

Nevertheless, Dewey has awarded this loyal servant a reward. Because on the hot air balloon that day, faced with the impossibility of landing, or the panicked Mudd inadvertently made a suggestion: Can you turn off the burning stove below?

This proposal immediately reminds Dewey that the power of the hot air balloon has something to do with the temperature of the gas in the balloon. The heated furnace was turned off and the gas gradually cooled before the balloon finally landed.

It was only after poor Mudd landed that he almost spit out his bile and was finally taken back with the rescue of a group of cavalry that arrived.

Just as everyone in the castle was speculating about what else this strange young master would do... Dewey went silent.

For days, Dewey hasn't drummed anything. Dewey himself understood very well: he was not interested in doing too many things to get his energy involved. Whatever fireworks, football gambling is fine, but it's all some of the ways he can make money to solve the recent financial strain in his hands.

Dewey is even less interested in the industrial revolution and all that. His aim was to make money, to raise the burning money needed to experiment with magic.

Now that the money was not in my hands for the time being, Dewey stopped.

Apart from going to the lab in Solskaya every day to see how this magic scientist is progressing, and then visiting the hot air balloon and pyrotechnic R&D team, Dewey has devoted her entire time to learning magic.

Every night he runs to the third floor terrace of the magic lab alone for an overnight stay. He and Solskaya have formed an acquiescence. The laboratory is used by Solskaya during the day and by Dewey during the evening. They do not interfere with each other.

It's been over a month, but Dewey's "Star Magic” cultivation has never been able to break through the first level. The concept of the so-called "power of the stars” is still too vague. Without specific standards, without specific depictions, even Semmel herself cannot say exactly what the power of the stars is… After all, this Semmel is not a true astrologer herself, she simply inherits a replica of a memory. Dewey has a lot of hard questions that this Sameer can't answer.

In addition to studying star magic at night, Dewey also learns orthodox magic on the continent during the day… Solskaya has helped in this regard, after all, he is also a magician, some low-level magic spells, which Dewey can get from Solskaya.

In more than a month, Dewey has basically mastered some low-level spells, such as simple fire magic, fire balls, and wind blades of wind magic, which Dewey can carry out. Of these low-level magics, Dewey mastered the most mastery of "vertigo” and “acceleration.”

Finally, even Solskaya admitted that Dewey's magical powers now outweigh herself… both magic and sensibility. If Dewey is willing to take the magic union exam, with his current strength, he can easily qualify as a first-degree magician.

This is also the result of Dewey hiding a little bit of her own strength.

In fact, although Dewey had never learned the magic of the stars, the spell of Semel's spirituality had been incredibly effective in increasing his spirituality, and the strength of his magic now barely reached the level of a tertiary magician.

As for the sensibility... the “antenna” that Chris gave over his head, Dewey's sensibility exceeds that of even many intermediate magicians!

Mudd was once again given an important task by Dewey this afternoon!

Mudd, as the supervisor around Dewey, will be responsible for taking Dewey's carefully prepared gift to Didu to congratulate the Countess on her birthday.

Dewey spent an evening writing a handwritten letter… Dewey still had quite the emotion in her heart for the beautiful gentle Countess. Especially when she was a child, the Countess knelt in the Temple of Light all night praying, then took care of herself constantly... even after the birth of her brother, the whole family was left cold, while the only Countess often came to Dewey's room at night, hugging her young son, singing to make him sleep...

Dewey was quite moved. This beautiful, gentle woman shows her greatest and most plain love. Though that love filled Dewey's heart with guilt... because she was not her true son. But because of that love, Dewey had a crush on this beautiful, gentle mother.

And the birthday gift, which Dewey carefully prepared, was "Forgiveness of the Dawning Goddess”.

Dewey is very confident that this unprecedented gift will surely cause great shock once it is delivered to the Count's House! Dewey didn't care about the shock, he wanted to make the Countess happy at her birthday party.

Mudd rode in a carriage with a few followers on the way. The Countess's birthday is just seven days away, so long as there are no accidents along the way, she will be able to arrive about two days before the Countess's birthday.

With Mudd gone, Dewey felt a little more relaxed, and he saved a little privacy. After all, the days of solitary confinement are a little sad, not being able to leave a certain range around the castle every day, coming down for more than a month, makes him really a little bored. I hope that this wonderful birthday gift will make my father feel a little different about himself. $300 a month, Dewey doesn't care. It would be better if the Count were happy to lift his restraining order.

On the night Mudd left, Moonshine Lang, such a wonderful evening, Dewey suddenly had a blast, and he had the servant prepare a stove, put it on the terrace on the roof of the lab, and let the chef in the castle prepare some beef, lamb chops, and some fresh vegetables that had just arrived from the farm behind the castle... plus a bottle of good wine.

Dewey's going to get an open-air barbecue here.

The steak was placed on an iron shelf on a stove fire, and Dewey took a brush of his own and dipped it in his own set of sauces and applied it over and over again to the steak. He was extremely careful and applied the sauce as evenly and thoroughly as possible to every inch of the steak.

Under the barbecue of the stove fire, the fragrance of the meat mixed with the spices overflowed, Dewey enjoyed a deep breath and couldn't even bear to hum a little song.

Seeing Dewey look comfortable, Sameer's eyes looked a little strange.

“What song are you humming? Sounds like the work of a bard... but how can I not understand a word? ”

Dewey was too lazy to explain, he snorted, then rolled over the steak with a fork, took up a bottle and poured a small sip.

“Red wine with red meat.” Dewey sighed contentedly: “The wind is light and cloudy, the moon is bright and starry... on such a pleasant evening, a breezy breeze, some barbecue and a good bottle of wine... unfortunately, I wish I had some more music. ”

“You little nobleman will enjoy it.” Sameer whispered: “Don't you want to learn star magic tonight? ”

“I've been learning for over a month.” Dewey laughed bitterly: “Spiritual strength is effective exercise, but the power of the star is still elusive. It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that since I don't understand, it's not something I can solve in a day or two. I've been tired for over a month of so-called labour-pleasure combinations, and there's always time to relax. ”

After that, he forked the roasted steak with a fork, took a careful bite, and the scent of his mouth almost bit Dewey's tongue, and he laughed vaguely: "Yum! It's just a shame you can't eat something so good. ”

Sameer rolled his eyes. She is a magical creature, generally a spiritual object. Without an actual body, she's just a phantom, no need to eat or drink or sleep.

And Dewey unlocked her seal, making her spirit deeply imprinted Dewey's magic imprint, almost becoming Dewey's shadow.

“You don't eat or drink so much, you don't have to sleep... isn't life so boring?” Dewey sighed and looked at Semel in front of him.

Sameer was still wearing that bright red robe, but after several reminders from Dewey, she finally learned to pay a little attention to her instrument and jumped on the railing without moving and wandered her legs.

Sameer rolled his eyes again.

“By the way... well, I haven't asked you before.” Dewey blinked: “How long can you live? ”

“Just like you.” Sameer was helpless when he said this: “I was released by you, that unsealed spell that made my life firmly tied to your spiritual strength. I can live as long as you want! And if you die and your mental powers disappear, so will I. ”

“So, aren't we ‘living together and dying’?” Dewey has a strange complexion.

“Notice your words, my little nobleman.” Sameer's smile was malicious: “Don't forget, I'm your great-great-great-grandmother. ”

Dewey shouted directly and stared at Semel with no retreat: "You're just a replica, not the real Semel. And... great-great-great-grandmother? Have you ever seen a grandmother waving her legs in front of her grandson all day long? ”

Sameer looked up at the starry sky.

Dewey leaned comfortably against the chair and chewed a roasted bowel in his mouth, looking at Samel standing beside the railing. The moon sprinkled gently on her face, her red robe floated and her silver hair grew like snow. On the side, the silhouette of her face was very soft, but she had an unknown look on her face...

“What are you thinking?” Dewey said.

“Don't know. So I was thinking.” Sameer answered somewhat strangely, but with a low tone.

Turning back, Sameer looked at Dewey and a glimmer of confusion flashed in her eyes: “Actually, I thought I was strange… I looked forward to unsealing the seal every day on the days I was sealed in the painting. But when I did, I realized I didn't know what to do… I wasn't human. But bias... Sameer gave me a memory that gave me human thinking. With you these days, I feel a little confused... I don't know what I should do, although it's more relaxing and more comfortable being around you than being sealed in a painting. But it confuses me even more... you are human, you can live for decades or even centuries at your age... is this how I will stay with you for the next hundred years, only talking to you alone, when you are shadowed? Watching, watching, watching, watching... watching for a hundred years, then quietly disappearing with your death? ”

Dewey sat up a little bit straight and his face was more serious. Deeply looking at Semel, Dewey sighed: “I'm surprised… your thinking is very close to humankind. Really... I just can't answer your question either. Because the question you're thinking about is a big one that none of the wisest and wisest human beings can answer: the meaning of life. ”

“The meaning of life…” Sameer's mouth gently echoed.

Looking at Semel's face with a sad look, Dewey suddenly remembered a fairy tale she'd heard in her previous life: puppet encounters.

Naturally, Dewey immediately told the story to Sameer.

The magic creature was fascinating to hear, and she didn't even say a word from beginning to end.

When Dewey spoke of the puppet Pinocchio, whose nose would grow longer if he lied, Semel couldn't help laughing, she laughed happily, happily, even... naively.

And Dewey talks about Pinocchio's desire to be a real human being, to have a real human body...

Sameer lowered her head, her head very low, and even Dewey could not see her expression.

Finally, Dewey finishes the story and finally, the puppet turns into a real person...

“I also want to have a real body.” Sameer suddenly spoke.

Her voice was light and light, but in such a soft voice, Dewey heard a desire!

Dewey never felt anything before when he heard the story of the Puppet Wonder. But tonight, watching this magical creature sit in front of itself, a sad expression of this desire came...

He suddenly had a little sympathy in his heart, but didn't know how to comfort Samel in front of him.

“Perhaps…” Dewey thought: "Perhaps we could try… maybe with magic…”

“It's late, I want to rest.” Sameer suddenly interrupted Dewey's words, which were strange because a magical creature did not need rest.

Apparently, she is running away from the comfort of Dowie's impossible escape.

Bang, Sameer's body disappeared, Dewey sighed, and he knew that Sameer didn't want to talk anymore. Though a magical creature, Semel can be attached to anything around Dewey when he doesn't want to talk.

Rings, badges, clothes, even boots. She could even fit on Dewey's belt if Sameer wanted to. Otherwise, all day long, Dewey would inevitably feel like a hanging ghost behind her.

Dewey sighed and he didn't stop Semel from hiding... Although Dewey could have ordered Semel to come out, after all, it was Dewey's spell-released seal, and the magical creature had to obey all Dewey's orders. But at this point, Dewey knew she was in a bad mood and didn't want to say anything more.

After a sip of wine, the fire went out, and Dewey lazily shrunk into the chair and looked at the sky.

The sky was still bright, and Dewey suddenly asked herself, “What does life mean to me? ”

Sitting like this for a long time, when he felt a little tired and was ready to get up and go back to sleep, all of a sudden, Dewey's heart moved! His powerful mental power senses a slight fluctuation in the surrounding air!

The air flow fluctuated slightly and could not hide Dewey's current spiritual power. He sat up and looked around him flashing!

“Looks like you're feeling pretty sharp.” In the darkness, suddenly a loud voice came through!

The voice sounds very old, but the tone is very soft, even with a smile: "Based on what I've heard about you before, you don't seem to have this level of spiritual power… Mr. Duverolin. ”

A shadow suddenly appeared outside the balcony railing in front of you!

In the dark, this man was wearing a white robe, a magician's robe. He had an old face, a long beard, fine eyebrows and a peaceful smile in the corner of his mouth, just looking at Dewey's eyes like a needle!

It made Dewey feel a little uncomfortable to be watched like this.

“Who are you?” Dewey frowned: “A magician, Your Excellency? I don't seem to have much business with the Magician Guild, do I? ”

The old man in the magician's robe drifted past the railing and landed a few steps in front of Dewey. He still has a smile on his face... I have to say, although he is old, he still has delicate skin and shiny eyes that are extremely out of line with his age!

Dewey has never seen a man with such bright eyes!

“You surprise me... because before, I thought you were just an aristocratic kid who would fool around with some caution.” This old magician smiles and looks at Dewey: “But now it looks like you still have great mental skills... oh, can you do magic too? You don't have to pinch your fingerprints of fire magic... you don't have to be on my guard. Because... that doesn't help at all. ”

Dewey looked at this guy more and more carefully: "Who are you? ”

“Am I...” The old magician suddenly walked up to Dewey, bent over and picked up the bottle on the table, then sighed a little: “Nice wine, the Rollins' wine collection is always so good... you should be honored, my child, because you are the first Rollins to buy me a drink in the last 100 years. ”

“Did you just... peek at me?!” Dewey sunk his face! Thermel's presence is a big secret, and Dewey doesn't want anyone to know he's with an invisible magic creature.

“No. I wouldn't do that kind of boring thing.” The old magician smiled: “I just got here... Alas, I almost got lost after not coming to the Rollin Plains for years. By the way... at this late hour, you are not in the room but drinking in such a place... are the Rollins so relaxed and free of discipline now? ”

Dewey began to be wary: "Do I seem to know the Rollins well? ”

“No, no, no, no...” The old magician smiled beautifully: “I only knew a few Rollins when I was young. Oh... that was a long time ago. ”

“Well...” Dewey said carefully, sitting upright, his hand shrunk into his sleeve, gently clamping a magic scroll: "Your Majesty, you're not just passing by late at night, are you? ”

“Me... I'm here to see you.” The old magician thought about it, as if this was just a sudden reminder of his intention: “I was just looking for you to get back a few things. ”

“What?”

“A few things.” The old magician sighed: "You blackmailed a lot of good things from my little fool apprentice... Although the child is simple in his mind, as a teacher, he can't watch his apprentice be played like this. ”

Dewey finally understood: “You… are Vivian's teacher?! ”

There's still a chapter at night, smash tickets ~

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