Law of the Devil
Chapter 546 [Spring Death] (Six Thousand Word Chapter, Moon Ticket Request! There are updates at night!
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Chapter 529 [Spring Death]
On the stove in the room, a copper pot bursts out of the pot's mouth under the barbecue of a stove fire from time to time. The mumbling boiling water, coupled with the floating fragrance of the room, makes you feel a little more comfortable.
When Dewey saw the fire, he lifted the copper pot with his own hands and filled a small bowl in front of him with turquoise liquid. The turquoise liquid suddenly gave off an intense drug aroma with a hint of tea.
Dewey sighed, picked up the small bowl, tried the temperature first, then turned around and smiled: "Okay, old man, it's time to take your pills again. ”
On the back of a soft collapse, the Empire Magic Union's nine-level archmage, the famous magic item inventor, the magic union's fearful old madman, Master Eriko, lazily shrunk under a blanket at this moment.
At this moment, Erik, looking pale and old, does not at all resemble a powerful nine-level strong man, messy hair, pale face, thin outline... his cheek muscles have been completely relaxed and powerless pulled there. All this heralds that this old man has burned the flames of life to the final stage...
“Oh, I hate drinking this stuff the most.” Elliot mumbled.
Dewey came over, lifted up Master Eriko himself, and fed him half a bowl of medicine, which made him laugh: "Did you know, Master? My brother was much braver when he was eight than you are now. ”
“Oh, yeah, but I'm over 108 years old.” Ellis didn't vomit her tongue in anger and seemed unbearably bitter about the drug: “Can your brother live to be my age? ”
Saying, the old magician lay down again: “Holy shit, you got this medicine, how can it taste so bitter... smells good, but can get into your mouth, it's just horrible! ”
“I'm sorry, old man.” Dewey smiled and looked at Alex: “It's medicine, not honey. If you're upset, I can get you a piece of sugar. ”
“Forget it... I'm too old to eat sugar for my teeth.” Aliko mumbled a little, in fact, it's only been two years, and Aliko seems to be getting much older all of a sudden!
His dry cheeks show that his teeth have fallen off a lot... This is amazing, you know, when he first met this old lunatic three years ago, he stood in the courtyard inside the Magic Union, scratching people everywhere to test him!
Elliot's old, old, fast, weak!
In fact, for a magician with nine levels of strength, the age of a hundred is actually not very old. For example, Master Ernest, who was older than Elliot, was harder and harder.
The reason why Eriko was so “early” weakened was simply because he was so drunk on magic prop research that he spent almost all of his time in the lab doing all sorts of terrible and dangerous research.
Over the years, the smell of countless toxic and harmful magic potions, gases and harmful substances dispersed in the air in the laboratory have severely corroded the health of Master Eriko, giving him powerful magical powers but still inevitably damaging his body… so he is weaker than any other magician.
“Open the window, boy. The sun looks good today.” Elliot mumbled.
Dewey did, and he pushed open the window and the sun was shining outside. In the early spring season, some birds from the south were already singing, the corners of the yard, and some unknown wildflowers began to flourish.
But when he turned around, Dewey saw that the old man on the soft collapse shrunk...
Obviously, the early spring season, with no strong chills, has made the weak Master Eriko a little irresistible.
Dewey, with a hint of mourning in his heart, walked over silently, adding a thick blanket to the old magician's body, and he looked into Eriko's eyes and said, "Shall I push you into the yard? ”
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This is a manor outside the capital city, an estate in the name of Dewey —— in fact, he doesn't even know how much he owns in this part of the capital. It can only be said that Little Zach is a money-making machine, and now Dewey's industry in Dido, through Little Zach's operations, has counted far more than Dewey himself.
The estate is situated in the northeast of Tidu, on the banks of the Grand Lan Canal.
The courtyard was built on a small hillside, sitting in the courtyard, and the fence in front of it was already filled with tender green vines, and at the far foot, below the hillside, was the great artery of what was famous for the Empire - the Great Lan Canal.
Looking away, some merchant ships are moving around on the canal at the bottom of their feet, and near the shallow waters of the riverbed, a team of fibers are pulling the boat hard, far away, and seem to hear the noise of the trumpet.
This early spring morning, in the bright sun, everything seemed so vibrant - except for the old man, who leaned on the soft collapse.
Alice looked quietly at everything around her.
The mountain, the water, the tree, the flower, the sunlight...
The old man's eyes revealed a hint of near-greed, as if trying to deeply engrave everything into his own eyes...
“Not enough……”
All of a sudden, Elliot muttered, “Strange, I don't think I see enough of these things. ”
Dwihaha smiled: “It's so simple, when you're feeling better, I'll take you to the northwest, take a look at the grasslands, look at the endless turquoise green, and the distant snow mountains, which are great and you'll love it. ”
Aliko smiled, and he looked at Dewey calmly: "Okay, kid, don't comfort me. I know my body... don't forget, a lot of your pharmacology knowledge, or what I taught you. ”
Saying, the old man struggled to sit up, then bent down slightly, stretching out his thin fingers, trying to touch the side under the soft collapse, the earth raised a white wildflower.
That thin white petal reveals a strange look in the old man's eyebrows.
As soon as Dewey walked past her, she had to help him pick up the flower.
“No.” Aliko shook her head suddenly, gently blocking Dewey's hand, whispering: “Don't take it off... take it off and it dies. ”
The old man's words seemed to have a slightly complex smell, and his fingers finally touched the petal, so gently, gently, he touched the petal with his fingertips, the smell in his eyes, seemed to have a hidden desire - then he retracted his fingers and laid down again.
“Let it live.” Elliot sighed.
Dewey felt a little wet in his eyes and coughed, pretending to flank himself and wiping the corners of his eyes quickly.
And at this point, Eriko was lying in a soft collapse, closing his eyes and laughing, “Boy, you didn't tell me, how did you convince that old fox of Jacob Doug to accept your offer that day? Nor did I expect, in the square, that he would actually help you. ”
“It's simple,” Dewey chuckled. “I only said three words to him that day. He agreed. ”
“Which three sentences? ”
“Well, the first sentence: Magician has always been wrong with the Church, right? ”
“Exactly. Magicians have always hated the clubs. ”
“Second sentence: If the Regent succeeds to the throne, then the Emperor will call the Pope the ‘Godfather'. Would the Magic Union like to see the church so magnificent and arrogant? ”
“Well… certainly not, at least not happy. ”
“The third sentence is Prince Charlie's willingness to learn magic as a teacher, Mr. Bayago Doug. ”
Master Eriko stunned for a moment, then looked at Dewey and laughed haha.
“That's so funny! You sly bastard. As a result, the old cleric of the Church lost an Imperial Patriarch, and our Magic Union President added an Imperial Apprentice! This will allow the Magic Union to overwhelm the Church, and the old fox will not refuse. ”
Aliko thought seriously: "But since the royal family does not want the emperor to be the pope's godson, does it want the emperor to be the disciple of the president of the Magic Union? ”
“It's different.” Dewey sighed: "Those clerics of the Church have a desire for power, and the Church always wants more power and power. But magic unions are different. Magic unions have little ambition and magicians have little desire for secular power. For the royal family, they would rather let magic unions sit large than see the church too arrogant. Because the magicians' only demand for power is to guarantee the magician's privilege and primacy over the law, except that the magic union poses no threat to the rule of the royal family. ”
“It's a good idea.” Ali laughed a little and closed her mouth and stopped talking about it.
After a while, the old man had closed his eyes and seemed a little sleepy.
Dewey was relieved, and he added some ingredients to the bowl of medicine that Alex had just formulated to help him sleep. Old Master Eriko didn't fall asleep for almost one night last night... the illness tormented his nerves!
After many years of corrosion and sedimentation of various toxic substances in his body, a certain threshold was finally broken, and even the Great Magician could not suppress the rebellion of various toxins in his body.
Alex is very ill, very ill! His heart, his lungs, and his nerves are corroded by toxins, becoming fragile, and even every breath, every heartbeat, he has to endure pain that ordinary people can't imagine!
And the problem is that Alec, who knows all about magic potions, refuses to take "ice berries” in surprise!
The reason is, he has to stay conscious at his last moment!
Every day since these days, he has used all his sobriety to organize his lifelong magic studies and write them into books!
So even when it's painful, the old man insists on not taking the ice berries that have analgesic effect! Instead of tormenting his aging body, it is important to remain conscious and conscious.
“Dewey...”
Just as Dewey pushed Master Eriko's soft collapse back into the room and was leaving quietly, Eriko suddenly opened a gap and screamed slightly vaguely in his mouth.
Dewey immediately pulled over and whispered, “Do you have anything else? ”
“Promise me a few things. ”
Dewey sighed and laughed: “You can talk to me when you wake up. ”
Aliko smiled weakly: “I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up any time I go to sleep. You and I both know that this is likely to happen. ”
Dewey slurped her lips and didn't answer that.
“I've already given you the booklet that I've had to sort out in my lifetime of research...” Aliko sighed: “You help me into your magic society... let more people share it. You're right, the results of the magician's research should be taken out for the benefit of more people, not hidden in their own boxes, so that it slowly gets moldy. ”
“Yes, I will carefully study what you have learned throughout your life, and then I will teach more magicians.” Dewey laughed, “I'm going to open a new course at the Magic Academy. ”
“And... my two apprentices.” Aliko sighed: “I've already told them that after I died, I let them leave the Magic Union and eat at your men. I was worried that after I died, they didn't lean against the mountain, and that old guy from Jacob Doug would bully them. I would be more relieved if I were under your command. ”
“Okay, I'll reuse the two magicians.” Dewey promised to come down immediately.
“And...” Aliko suddenly tried to open her eyes and stare closely at Dewey, his voice shivering a little and seemed to barely sustain her mind: “I know... the Magic Union is too conservative. But I want you to understand that a lot of conservative magicians, they're not bad people, they're just too obsessed with tradition. So, although the magic union may be against you in the future, please look at my face, don't be too hard on the magic union... After all, I and your teacher, Master Gandorf, are from the magic union. If… in the future, you and the Magic Union will have a fierce conflict. Boy, I know what you're good at, and I'm worried that one day, with your skill, you'll wipe this ancient line off the continent. But I beg you... please promise me one thing! ”
“I…” Dewey immediately understood what it meant to come to Eriko's eyes and promised without hesitation: “I promise you! Even at the worst of times, I will ensure that the magic union continues to exist! I will leave it alive. ”
Alex smiled with a reassuring smile, and he lay down and closed his eyes.
Dewey was about to walk away, and Aliko yelled, "Dewey. ”
Dewey laughed: "Okay, old man, you get some sleep. Anything else, you can tell me at night. ”
“No, I think it's reassuring to say so.” Elliot's old face makes me laugh as if I were a little childish at the moment: “I have one last wish, which is about myself. ”
Dewey nodded and smiled gently: "Well, go ahead, I'll definitely help you. ”
“Uh..." The old man's smile was suddenly a little shameful: “Actually, I was also vain... The magic school you made put the statue of Master Gandhoff in the first place on that porch... You said that if you were willing to contribute your magical achievements and expand your magical civilization... then you also had the chance to be made into a statue and put it behind Master Gandhoff, right? ”
Dewey stunned for a moment and didn't expect this old man to have a childish side. "Don't worry, Master, you've contributed so much to the School of Magic and you've given your whole life away… I guarantee your statue will be placed in the second position on the corridor! ”
“Ha ha, I'm glad.” Elliot finally closed his eyes: “I've been busy researching my whole life, but unfortunately I didn't have time to take on too many apprentices, only two disfigured guys, but I didn't learn much. But when I die, I can put my whole life in the college, so that more magicians can learn, so I can rest assured. Those younger kids, no one would call me a teacher, but my statue was there and everyone knew they were learning something from my old Erik... Haha, I'm glad! ”
The old man seemed tired, he gently waved: “Okay, get out of here, kid, I'm going to bed...”
“Well, I'll bring you your favorite walnut at night.” Dewey laughed and whispered, then he watched the old man go to sleep with his eyes closed —— breathing calmly, as if he were a sleeping child.
Dewey's eyes were gentle and then gently left the room and closed the door.
Master Eriko is asleep...
And, as he himself guessed.
He didn't wake up after this sleep...
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In the spring of 965, the Magic Union of the Continent, the 9th Grand Mage, Master Eriko, died ill in his sleep. He walked in peace with a satisfied smile on his face. Because all his wishes have been given to the boy he trusts.
He walked without regret.
The death of the magician, whose life's energy was immersed in magic studies, did not resonate much, because his fame was not too great compared to Gandhoff's. Folklore, few people know the name of the archmage who spent the whole year hiding in the Magic Union Tower doing research.
However, this master has left countless precious legacies on this continent!
He studied all sorts of magic apparatus all his life, and made countless inventions. For example... flying broomsticks of the Knights of the Air, etc...
These precious legacies he left behind have made a huge difference to the fate of this continent!
Just two days after Master Eriko's illness, Dewey came outside the Magic Academy corridor.
On the corridor, after the statue of Master Gandhoff, a new statue was placed.
Master Eriko's smile, vivid under the sculptor's knife, still wears that dirty old robe, and his beard is dirty.
“Master Eriko, Level 9 magician of the continent, refiner master, his life has made an indelible contribution to the magical civilization of the continent, and his precious legacy will illuminate the light of the magical path ahead for us in the countless times to come! ”
Under the statue, this text was written by Dewey himself.
Looking at this statue, Dewey had some sadness in his heart. He reached out his hand and gently touched the statue's beard, whispering: “Old man, you are so harsh... you are absolutely right, you will not wake up when you are asleep... but rest assured, your wish, I will do it for you! ”
After that, Dewey stood in front of the statue of Master Eriko for a while, and then he tidied up his clothes, respecting his quiet hands crossed, and bowed deeply to the statue ——
This is a standard magician tradition with disciples saluting their teachers!!
“Though I'm not really under your door, you've taught me a lot. Alex... teacher! ”
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