Throne of Magical Arcana

In the harsh winter months, the night comes exceptionally early. Lentat, which is northerly, is blowing a roaring cold wind, causing every pedestrian on the street to tighten the coat, hold the hat, and speed up the pace.

For them, the biggest difference now is that the street lights on both sides of the road have covered the large and small streets of Lentat. The bright magic crystal lights illuminate the way to wait for others to return home, no longer like the past, only The arc street lamps were installed on several bustling streets. Most of the citizens either used the light of the silver moon and stars when they drove on the winter night, or prepared their own lanterns, or touched the night at night, so they often fell on the road.

The Werewolf Nasdell walked down the last magic steam train along the crowd and set foot on the smooth stone ground of the six-pointed star platform-because the city of this world is part of the magic or magical defense system, except for Allinge With the exception of a few very special cities, most cities have no possibility of demolishing walls, gates, etc., nor can they give up defense on their own.

Because of this, magic steam trains cannot enter the city at night. There is a saying "the last train every day". After closing the city gates, they can only temporarily stop at temporary platforms outside the city.

"Huh, the magic steam train is indeed the same as the rumors and books, comfortable, fast, and convenient. It is indeed a very good alchemy item." Nasdell took a breath and watched them form "white mist" in front of him.

He wore a typical Holm Kingdom outfit, a white shirt, brown sweater, black double-breasted long dress, a top hat of the same color, and a decorative walking stick in his hand. The burly figure held the clothing tightly. Tight, at first glance is a strong man.

Nasdell looked around at the platform and thought to himself: "Unfortunately, the Magic Steam Train can't drive in the dark mountains, only the Silvermoon Wasteland."

Dark mountain ranges are full of dangerous space fissures and magical creatures, and steam trains are more than 80% likely to go out and never return.

The "Silver Moon Wasteland" is a heterogeneous space controlled by the werewolf family. The name does not really match the reality. It is not a wilderness illuminated by Yinyue, but a rather rich and bustling plain. This heterogeneous space, so, with the passage of thousands of years, its original name has been forgotten.

After looking at the platform and discovering that there was nothing worth paying attention to, Nasdell pulled his clothes and walked out a little bit uncomfortably.

"Prince Du Bernal gave me this task is very important to me. He must think that I am a rare member of the werewolf who is sober and good at thinking and observing. I can't disappoint him." Nasdell Thinking proudly and gratefully, the pace at the foot subconsciously accelerated.

Du Bernal has always claimed to be the most cunning, wise, and scheming werewolf, the "idol" in Nasdell's mind, imitating his manners and ways of doing things-although other princes and vampires laugh at Du Bernard He is a real straight-line thinking creature, reckless and unplanned, but this cannot change Nasdell's view, they must be defaming the prince's wisdom!

As soon as he stepped out of the platform, Nasdell suddenly lit up, and his eyes were bright, as if the stars in the sky reflected in the city of Luntt.

A magic crystal lamp sways its own light wherever he sees it. Whether it is a street lamp, a family lamp in a house, or a car lamp of an alchemical car, or a horse lamp of a carriage, they all reveal a warm and peaceful feeling. These The light was connected, dreamy and shocking, it seemed to cover up the stars in the sky.

In one direction, two tall tower-shaped buildings overlook the entire Renta City, and their towers are inlaid with a clear crystal lamp, rendering themselves beautiful and noble, giving the beginning Nasdell who went to Luntat City was very impressed, it was the most intuitive beauty!

"This is ..." Nasdell stopped, standing silently, as if his brain could not resist the restlessness of the night of the full moon.

"Hasn't you been to Luntat? The tall one is the Holm Royal Magic Tower, and the slightly shorter one is Holm Radio and the National Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee ..." A passing passenger looked at Nana funny. Stile glanced and answered his questions casually.

Committee, is that not the organizational structure unique to the Magic Council?Does the Holm Kingdom Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee have the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Straits and the North Coastal Corridor?The headquarters is in Allinge?A series of doubts rose in Nasdell's heart, but he didn't ask any more, because the passenger's funny eyes deeply hurt his mind.

"That must be looking at the eyes of the redneck!" Nasdell thought he was right, but in order to complete the task explained by His Excellency the Prince, he could only control himself and would not beat the passenger. "Never show it. Werewolf's identity! How can I pretend that I am not the first time in Luntat when I inquire about other things? "

He has a strong sense of self-esteem that the werewolves are also rare.

With his luggage, Nasdell called a carriage and drove to the bustling street.

"Why are there so many people? Are they afraid of the cold?" When passing by a square, Nasdell saw that hundreds of thousands of citizens were standing in the cold wind. His heart was quite surprised. They were not as cold-resistant as werewolves ...

After stopping the carriage, Nasdell reached the edge of the square, saw the giant horn in the center, and heard the sweet and moving sound.

"The next show is the" body mystery "that everyone likes very much. We are fortunate to have invited Viscount John Wellesley. He is a great knight and has rich physical training experience. He will tell us that the body is not yet complete. What incorrect exercise concepts should be avoided before growing up, and in what way should you strengthen your body ... "

Nasdell's eyes lit up, took out a document from the luggage, and quickly read it.

Soon, he turned to a specific page, then listened to his ears, and looked down at the information in his hand. Finally, he laughed and felt very complacent in his heart: "It turns out that this is the" Sound of Mystery ", there is no error in the information . "

Listening to the Wellsley Viscount chatting, Nasdell opened his mouth: "Isn't this the normal way to exercise a knight? It can be advertised directly on the radio!"

This surprised him very much, even the most open Aalto, this kind of thing did not happen, must become a knight's servant to obtain a similar method.

"Don't the nobles protest? Or do they have a better one? Only to fight against the church?" Nasdell thought of his own reasons, but soon his attention was brilliantly presented by the "Sound of Mystery". Attracted and listened to intoxicated, this is a form of entertainment he has never experienced!

In the "Dark Mountains", it is really difficult to receive the "Sound of Mystery" due to the influence of harsh environments such as space gaps and fog.

"The Voice of Mystery is really awesome. It is a hundred times stronger than the intelligence described. Fortunately, I came to Luntat!" Nasdell thought excitedly. Unconsciously, the Voice of Mystery had ended.

When the crowd in the square left, he dived curiously behind the giant horn, but there was nothing valuable except the wires and some simple devices.

"Huh, what is this?" Nasdell followed the wire to the wall on the other side of the square and found a dozen strange holes in the wall. They were in groups of three, one on top of the other and two on the ground side by side. .

Nasdell observed it carefully for a while, and couldn't see the effect of these holes. He wanted to ask passers-by, but he was worried about being treated as a gangster, so he decided to "research" himself.

As a werewolf who grew up in the dark mountains, Nasdell knew that even if a thing looked harmless, he could not touch it casually, so he carefully took a steel needle from his luggage and planned to use it to replace himself. Fingers can be avoided in time if there is any danger.

"These holes are laid out brightly in the vicinity of the square without worrying that the citizens will touch it, and obviously there will not be much danger ..." Nasdell, who thinks smart, made a very reasonable inference.

After looking around and confirming that it was late at night, Nasdell inserted the steel needle into the hole.

Now, a silvery electric current came out of the hole, hitting Nasdell along the steel needle, the speed was so fast that he could not avoid it.

Zizzi, Nasdell ’s countless electric currents swayed, unable to control himself trembling violently, his body even had a charred smell coming out, his right hand wanted to leave the steel needle but seemed to be sucked on it, how could he not take it open.

After a while, Nasdell's fur surfaced, his muscles swelled up, his black air lingered, and he used force, and finally got rid of the steel needle.

"Flash, lightning, magic circle, the magic of Luntat, the magician and the noble, how the nobles, how to think, so, such a dangerous thing, things are placed on the wall, wall." Nasdell was electrified. The whole body is numb, the speech is stuttering, and the heart is very angry and stubborn. How can this dangerous magic circle be portrayed in such a place without protection?Are you afraid that the citizens and ordinary nobles will accidentally touch them?If you are not an adult werewolf, you have been electrocuted just now!

Just when he restored his image, a young man with gorgeous clothes walked to the wall, took out a thing with a metal plug from the storage bag, inserted it into the hole, and then put another Insert one end into another beautiful rectangular alchemy object in your hand.

"This is the latest mobile communication item. It is no longer a magic array that constantly restores energy, but is excited by storing electrical energy, so the cost is greatly reduced. I can use it even if I am not too rich." When the young man saw Nasdell looking at himself "stunned", he proudly introduced a beloved "baby", and then his gaze narrowed, hehe laughed, "My friend, your face seems a bit dark, but also It smells burnt, won't you touch these current magic circles directly with your hands? "

"No, no." Nasdell instinctively denied.

The young man joked: "It's not good, 'Sound of Mystery' and the publicity department have been publicizing for so long, and Lentart even knows how to use electricity safely in a few years old, unless it is a person who has never experienced this kind of life. Would make such a naive mistake. "

Safe, safe use of electricity?How old are the children?Nasdell was rather grateful that he had just denied it, otherwise he would be so shameless!

Worried about being seen by the young nobleman, Nasdell decided to leave quickly, so he dragged the body still in paralysis and walked out of the square quite hard, walking towards a quiet and uninhabited street.

As he walked, he was suddenly found stomped by a dull head.

Boom!

On the square, the young man seemed to hear something, but when he looked back he found nothing, so he laughed at himself: "What sound can be heard in the middle of the night? Do you want to meet the ghost?"

When "charged" left the square, he suddenly remembered something and reminded himself: "You can't go to a remote dark street. Recently, someone helped outsiders steal the manhole cover ..."