Throne of Magical Arcana

"Hey, do you really buy it? Don't stand here to prevent me from exchanging." The stallholder saw Oliver enthralled reading and studying "The Mathematical Principles of Magic Philosophy" and "Basics of Calculus" in front of his booth. Two books expelled angrily loudly.

"Ah?" Oliver shuddered, regaining his sense of being as if he had entered the mountain of paradise, waving two books vigorously, "Buy! I buy! Which organization is their author?"

He can't wait to see a magician who can develop such a wonderful mathematical system and shocking theory, and express his inner excitement to them.

Although he could only glance through it roughly because of the foundation, he didn't have time to learn in depth at the beginning, but this did not prevent him from feeling the shock beyond the times brought by the beauty of pure mathematics and gravity.

"The Douglas of the Magic Council, the author of" Basics of Calculus "and the 'Miss Silver Ash' and Mr. Fernando of the Magic Council." When they were mentioned, the tone of the stallholders also showed obvious respect.

Oliver happily took out a low-quality Hailan stone and gleefully collected the books and other materials selected. He said to himself: The magic council is all magic council, I am going to join the magic council!"

Books of this level are shocking to a beginner!

Just so nagging, he raised his head and looked at the stall with two eyes bright and frightened. The stall was stepped back a few steps and said vaguely in his mouth, "I, I did not sell Inferior goods. "

"Can you tell me where to join the Magic Council?" Oliver asked excitedly.

The stallkeeper exhaled quietly, and said in a grumpy way: "If I knew, I would have joined before long!"

After he finished speaking, he said seriously: "For the past two decades, the oppression of the church has been maintained, and all organizations can only develop in latent. How can it be so easy to join?"

"I believe it can be asked!" Oliver has made up his mind that even if the female magicians of the Magic Council are very rare, they will join them!

So, he kept asking everyone in the market, even if he was disappointed and frustrated again and again, but it did not affect him to continue to ask. For this, he paid a lot of treasure.

But his conspicuous behavior also allowed the “soul supreme” mage who secretly observed the market to confirm that he was not a night watchman.

Finally, a "soul supreme" magician looked at the face of "soul stone" and mentioned him: "Mr. Fernando of the Magic Council is here as a guest, you go there and wait."

He pointed to the forest road outside the market.

"Mr. Fernando?" Oliver was thrilled again and ran to the sidewalk waiting for the smoke.

According to the hidden magician, a person was specifically monitored to ensure that he would not leak this information.

After more than ten minutes, Oliver saw a short man in a bright red magic robe and a lich, and a skinny man came from the corner of the path.

"Although you are not a good person, your" Theory of Human Body Structure and Circulation "can still be read reluctantly." Fernando said in a low voice, hardly praising people.

Vicente said with a cold face, and said plainly: "Although you are a pervert, but you are okay in calculus."

He is tit-for-tat.

Fernando pouted his lips and used the desire of arcane communication to suppress the roaring impulse-within the magic council, the theory of Vicente was summarized in arcane.

He also has good research on human body structure, and has communicated deeply with Vicente and Congus.

Oliver stood not far in front, listening to the three people discussing the theory that he completely did not understand, and suddenly produced a feeling that he had just entered the magic gate and there was a vast world waiting to be explored.

"One day, I will join them to discuss the mysteries of the world and the human body!" Oliver quietly clenched his fists and set an ideal.

At this point, Oliver was almost sure that the short red robe mage was Mr. Fernando, so he waited nervously, and when the three approached him, he walked over and used standard magic etiquette to gracefully salute: "Dear Mr. Fernando, I am a post-scholar who admired Douglas and your profound knowledge. I hope to join the Magic Council and listen to your guidance."

Having finished speaking, he stood still in a state of anxiety, afraid of being rejected, afraid of missing this opportunity.

After Fernando froze for a moment, he said with a serious face: "We magic council welcomes every magician to join, but one thing must be explained in advance, everyone who joins the council must accept the atmosphere of open discussion in the council, accept arcanes and treatises The form is open to other magicians. Of course, the author of the thesis will receive the corresponding compensation from the council and each reader. "

"Arcane?" Oliver asked a little dazedly.

After explaining the definition of Arcane, Fernando repeatedly asked, "Can you accept it?"

Oliver thought about it. Apart from the spell model and some spell-casting skills, he had no arcane theory to be cautious and secret, so he nodded solemnly: "Mr. Fernando, I am willing."

Unexpectedly, joining the Magic Council was so easy, Oliver was excited and unreal.

Fernando nodded gently: "But before that, we need to be reviewed by us. After all, we can't let the night watchman mix in."

"No problem." This sentence made Oliver's sense of unreality disappear, and he found a sense of down to earth again.

Vicente listened to Fernando's conversation with Oliver, feeling that he had nothing to do with it, and turned to leave.

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Inside the Ice Cathedral.

Looking at the information at hand, Adrien asked the Cardinal VII in charge of the referee in front of him, "Why not pick up a few nobles? They are suspected of colluding with the magician!"

The Cardinal respected but was not afraid to say: "Master Adrien, they are just suspected. We don't have any evidence. The Lord taught us not to doubt others casually."

"No evidence? What is no evidence!" Adrienne sullenly and threw a book in front of the Cardinal. "Have you not read this" Mage's Gavel "?"

The Cardinal glanced at the cover and said indifferently: "The mad dog has become a magistrate from a night watchman. He does have a wealth of experience. Many of his ideas and practices are indeed suitable for places where the magician's activities are rampant. But Master Adrien, This is the northern region, one of the places where we first developed. It has the purest faith. The nobles are trustworthy and cannot be compared with the Holm region. "

Adrien looked at the cardinal with anger in his eyes, almost accusing him of covering up the fallen and betraying the Lord, but after suppressing other similar things he saw in Northern Province during this time, he suppressed his anger , Nodded slightly: "No matter what, in the future, you still have to ask more questions."

After the Cardinal retired, he narrowed his eyes heavily. The northern province was a bit wrong and must be investigated in secret.

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Another twenty years have passed, and time has come to the end of the 424th year of the sacred calendar.

Adrien looked at the thick pile of material in front of him, and his face was still grim. The problems in the northern provinces were more serious than imagined. Many clerics colluded with the nobility, divided the property, and enjoyed the fall. Almost extinct, forgetting that the war in the Dark Mountains only consolidated the marginal zone, and they seemed to have a different opinion on the doctrine!

All of this is obviously dominated by upper-level figures. All the clues point to the nine cardinals of this parish, who are as guarding the big figures of the cathedral as they are.

Over the past two decades, Adrien removed obstacles a little bit, found clues, and finally completed a preliminary investigation recently and decided to uncover the shady scene.

According to the procedure, he first had to report to St. Felix, the cardinal of this parish.

He never doubted Felix ’s loyalty. In fact, so far, no cleric has betrayed the church. The "extra penalty" and the existence of the true God make this kind of thing never happen, so he will Things are only defined as indulging in enjoyment, not devoted enough, and a saint, a saint who is free from basic desires, obviously will not fall into enjoyment, nor will he be ungodly, otherwise the Lord will not give him such a powerful .

Picking up the materials, Adrien reached the cathedral where Felix was located by teleportation, waited ten minutes, and was received by Felix.

"The problem is serious." Felix flipped through the material and read it carefully for a while, before dimming his judgment.

Adrien nodded in agreement: "Yes, Master St. Felix, it must be corrected in time."

Felix looked at the closed door and said to Adrian: "You make a plan first, let's discuss it again."

"Yes, sir." Adrien turned and walked to the door after saluting.

Just after a few steps, he suddenly felt the holy light coming, and then the whole person's thinking became slow.

Before falling into eternal darkness, he turned his head hard and saw vaguely that Lord St. Felix had just lowered his right hand, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

On December 21, 424, Bishop Adrien of the Ice Cathedral in the northern province of the Shahran Empire was attacked by a magician colluding with the devil, and unfortunately died, the holy city of Lance shook.

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A place similar to a theater hall, half surrounded by a central platform, was full.

"... So, I don't think that earth fire and feng shui can be equated with elements, but they should be regarded as a force ..." Oliver waved his arms and preached to the people below.