"Is it a defect in the spell runes discovered by our ghost wizard?"
"The wizard of our ghost?"
Boras stood on a high-backed chair. His short skeleton body waved a black cane. The red gem on the top of the cane drew a red track. He looked at the other wizards in the conference room. The bones of his jaw kept opening and closing, making clicking sounds. sound.
He glanced at the wizards in ghostly black robes present, swept his cane one by one, and finally stopped at a witch at the other end of the conference table: "Aeneus, please recount what happened at that time!"
"Yes, respected Legend of Boras."
Aeneus stood up and bowed respectfully to the wizards around him. The bell in front of him held up his robe in two huge arcs.
"Tonight, according to the agreement with the wizard Olivena of the occult school..."
After she told the whole party, she emphasized that the mysterious faceless wizard was wearing a wizard robe that represented their ghost school, and the ghost symbol on his chest that could still be recognized in the nightmare world was so conspicuous... …
The shortcomings of the flashing spell runes were the focus of her story, so important that she perfectly reproduced the pauses in each sentence.
"Crack, click, click... did you hear that? Faceless, a great wizard of the Ghost School, is good at runes, and the runes he gave as examples happen to be the current key topics of various research centers..."
Boras opened his short, crystal-clear white-bone arms, and the bones friction between opening and closing his mouth made a harsh sound, making his tone more serious.
"So, I hope you all - find him! You must find him!"
At this time, his partner Annep raised his hand and signaled: "Isn't the point now to check the spell runes in the school?"
"Of course, it's equally important, but..."
Boras lowered his head slightly, the red light in his eyes deflected a little, looked at him and said: "That is a matter for major research centers! Whether it is here, or Von Enriso, Tino Byrne, Darko Research Center, or even Along with those two forbidden places, all the spell runes must be tested next."
"However, it is also important to find the faceless wizard! I am very concerned about the third rune flaw he said, about mental shock and the loss of control caused by failed spell casting-"
"The legend of Boras may have only two flaws..."
"Maybe?"
Boras looked at the person who spoke, and two red lights stared at him, "Wizard Kylo Lana, do you use an ambiguous vocabulary to judge the flaws of spell runes?"
"Sorry, that's not what I meant. I just don't think there may be a third flaw." Sitting in the middle of the conference table, a young wizard with messy hair smiled bitterly.
"What do you think? Kylo Lana, you are the youngest fifth-level researcher in the school. Do you rely on your own intuition for the results of your research?"
"I apologize to you again..." The young wizard smiled bitterly and lowered his head, his dark green eyes flickering slightly, not daring to say anything more.
"Sorry? What I want is not your apology, Kylo!"
Having said this, Boras jumped up to the conference table and danced, "Our ghost soul has gone through three eras of precipitation. If...well, I mean if even those inheritance runes have such flaws, I think it may be involved. Secret... I shouldn’t need to talk about it anymore, right?”
"So you suspect that our wizarding heritage has been altered?" Annep tapped his five white-bone fingers on the conference table regularly, looking up at the furious Boras, and asked.
"No, not just us! I suspect all schools of thought!" Boras glanced at each wizard and said slowly but firmly.
"It shouldn't be possible, right? There is a problem with the inheritance of spells and runes of all wizard schools... Then..."
"Lord Boras Legend, it is best to verify such a thing before..."
"How is it possible? If you want to do something like this and it has not been discovered until now, you must have planned and infiltrated it from a long time ago..."
"Quiet!"
After hearing the words of these wizards who were at least in the advanced wizard stage, Boras suddenly raised his cane and shot out a gray light that penetrated the top of the conference room.
Rumble——
After a while, the light of the red moon was projected along the hole, giving everyone a blush on their faces.
"This matter is temporarily in the hands of the Intelligence Department. Director Armitage will do everything possible to find out any clues. I want to know when the problem started!"
"Understood, Lord Boras Legend!" The werewolf stood at the end of the conference table, stood up calmly and saluted.
"At the same time, help me collect the trends of other schools, especially the occult school and the shadow school," Boras said in a low voice, "If anyone has the ability to do such a thing, they are the only ones. Of course..."
"Including us!"
As a necromancer who has been promoted to the legendary level for many years, he knows very well that the Blood Spirit and Mechanical Schools focus more on their own transformation and have little use for spell runes. They have almost no possibility of changing the spell runes.
In other words, they don't have the ability...
Therefore, only the three schools of ghost, spirit and shadow have the ability to change the inheritance of runes. Even the gods...
Those empty shells that have lost their origins in the Kingdom of Gods are not yet capable of invading the wizard school!
"I know what to do, Lord Boras Legend!" The werewolf sat down, his vertical pupils full of solemnity. Now it was time to test their intelligence department.
He could tell this from the expressions of the legendary wizards present - if nothing was discovered, their Intelligence Department would probably be punished!
"Boras, do you want to tell the chief about this?" A slightly older wizard sitting opposite Annep asked with a hoarse voice and a slow speech.
"Huh?" Boras glanced at him. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and said, "Of course, I will inform Chief Wakraf about this later."
"That's good……"
At this moment, Annep seemed to notice something. He took out a blue and white box from under his body and opened it. He saw several letters inside and said with a click: "The four research centers have sent over the verification defect reports. Bo Lars.”
"Open!"
"The Von Enriso Research Center confirmed the existence of the defect and also verified a similar problem on the shadow entanglement spell rune."
"The Tino Byrne Research Center also confirmed that... the Lightning Bolt spell has the same problem..."
"Darko Research Center... there are two problems with the undead rage..."
boom!
"That's enough!" After hearing this, Boras couldn't help but wave his cane and shoot another spell, and said coldly: "From now on, all major research centers will be blocked, only entry is allowed, no exit is allowed, and all external communication channels are closed!"
"What?!"
The wizards were surprised by his decision.
"As the acting chief and deputy chairman of the Ghost School," Boras did not explain, but showed a dark ring on his finger. The orange flame on it flickered slightly. He glanced around and said, "In all spells, Before the runes are checked out, all activities of each researcher will be cancelled! All outsiders are prohibited from visiting!"
The others looked at each other and nodded in agreement when they saw him reveal his identity.
According to the ancient rules of the Ghost School, the status of deputy chairman is enough to make such a decision. Others can only obey and have no choice to refuse!
"Well... what if it's a researcher who's already outside?" The werewolf director broke the silence and asked, raising his paw.
"Huh?" Boras tilted his head and thought: "You mean... that little guy?"
"Yes, Lord Boras Legend," Armitage stood up helplessly and said, "He just joined the Von Enrizo Research Center and is not currently staying in his own research institute."
"Then there's no need to notify him about this!"
"good……"
"Wait!" Boras seemed to have thought of something, the red light in his eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered: "It's better to inform him that this matter... well, I will do it myself."
He suddenly remembered that the little guy had made great achievements in the study of runes. Maybe he could also find out the flaws of some spell runes like the faceless wizard.
"Okay." The werewolf director sat down and looked at the skeleton legend in confusion, wondering what his plans were.
"Director Sheldon, we will draft a notice later and notify all research centers in the name of the Ice Castle Research Center, requiring all research centers except Wayne Loft to do their best to investigate spell runes!"
"Okay, Lord Boras Legend!"
"At the same time, regarding the faceless wizard, we have also sent a notice to all the great wizards, asking them not to have any worries and come out to admit their identity. And... well,"
Boras looked at the old wizard, hesitated, and said, "Legend of Igard, please contact the Nightmare Sect to see if you can directly request personal information about the Faceless Wizard."
"Nightmare? I will try," the old wizard Igard nodded slightly, "But Boras, don't have too much hope for this..."
"I understand...Okay, that's all I have to say, let's go and do our own business. Aeneus, please stay for a while."
Aeneus, who was about to leave first, stopped and her face turned a little pale. She was not sure whether being left suddenly was related to the research reports and topics she had announced before...
But with her courage, she still has no chance of resisting the vice president of the school...
Therefore, after the other wizards left, she and the Skeleton Legend were the only ones left in the conference room.
"sit down."
Boras jumped off the conference table, leaned on the high-backed chair, and stretched out his hand to signal.
"Okay, okay." Aeneus sat at the end with a little uneasiness, lowering his head slightly, not daring to look up at the legendary wizard with terrifying strength and an even more terrifying temper.
"I remember that you left a liaison with that Faceless person?"
"Yes, Lord Boras Legend. But he has never contacted me since that time, but..."
"Just say what you want to say, there is no third person here."
Aeneus raised his head slightly and glanced at him, "The faceless wizard, when I first met him, his origin was only more than thirty, but this time it has reached six hundred. I suspect that he may not be our ghost. of……"
"How long has it been since that time?"
"Half a month..."
"Um?!"
The red light in Boras's eyes suddenly shrank and condensed into two crystal red dots, and his tone was unprecedentedly solemn, "Are you sure?"
"I, I'm sure, I'm not the only one who discovered it. All the wizards present at the party know it." Aeneus nodded heavily, "But as far as I know, there is no such great wizard in the ghost..."
"No, it's possible!"
"have?"
"It has nothing to do with you!"
Boras raised his hand to stop him: "Okay, you can leave!"
"yes."
Aeneus did not dare to hesitate, stood up and left the conference room.
Boras, who was left alone, looked at the empty conference room. The light of the red moon above his head shone on him with a blush through the holes in the roof, making his crystal skull face look very gloomy.
"Boras...could it be them?"
At this time, Annep's figure slowly appeared in the corner of the conference room.
"It's possible, but it's unlikely."
Boras shook his head and said in a cold tone: "You should know that if it were them, they would never take the risk of appearing at an occasion like a wizard's gathering."
"But except for those Devourers, there should be no other wizards who can improve so much in such a short period of time!"
Annep's tone was equally cold, and there was a piercing murderous intent in his red eyes, "Boras, you should have killed them all in the first place!"
"it's useless……"
"Then what are you going to do now? Do you want to try to contact Chief Wakraf?"
"No need for the time being, the situation on his side is even more difficult, and..." Boras shook his head again, "According to time calculation, his current location should be deep in the world of the undead, and it is not possible to contact him just by trying. …”
At this point, the two skeletons looked at each other, opened their mouths full of teeth, and sighed silently.
Chief Waklav, it’s really not the right time for you to leave...
At the same time, the same thing happened in the other three wizard schools.
But except for the ghost and occult schools, the wizards of the blood spirit and mechanical schools do not care about the shortcomings of the flashing spell runes.
One is accustomed to using the body, and the other is good at using machinery, and does not have high demand for magic runes. Some wizards even made fun of ghost bones and occult fools after learning about this...
Only the Shadow School pays some attention to it, but they have other more important things to do and cannot spare the time to investigate this matter...
In a mysterious space somewhere in the northern continent, there was a group of people covered in yellow robes, discussing matters about spell runes, but their focus always centered on the discoverer.
"...Two hundred years ahead of schedule!"
"Find him, find the Faceless One, and I will imprison him under the deep abyss!"
"Of course, of course, Faceless must be found. It just so happens that the forbidden object is the most suitable for finding people whose names are exposed, even wizards, even fake names in the nightmare world..."
One of the men in yellow robes smiled slyly, took out a clock, took out the key and turned the gear behind it, and muttered: "Find the faceless wizard, origin of six hundred, the ghost of the school to which he belongs..."
"Tsk, tsk, he is really pitiful. If he is targeted by you, well, then I will leave this matter to you."
"Found it! So he is now in the Cordo Sea?"
At this time, another man in yellow robe glanced above and asked quietly: "Shouldn't the focus now be to discuss the next thing?"
"Yes, the faceless sin is great, but things have already happened..."
"Everyone, according to my puppets in various university sects, Ghost and Spirit Mystery have already begun to check spell runes. Blood Spirit and Mechanical School are also taking action, but they don't pay much attention to it. Shadow School is preparing to die because of that incident. Knock on Dawn Church..."
"Ghosts and mysteries?"
At this time, in the empty castle hall, three people sitting on the upper level with dark golden masks on their faces moved slightly.
The man in the yellow robe mask in the middle looked at the crowd below the high-level people and said calmly: "The ghost is not moving for the time being. Let's deal with the occult school first!"
"Miriam, why? Now that idiot Waclav has been led to the world of the dead, it is a good opportunity to split the ghosts." The masked man on the left said with an older voice: "Create chaos in the ghosts and let them Devouring each other was originally part of the plan, and the Spiritual Mystery School..."
"I don't want to repeat it."
A clear voice came from under the yellow robe mask in the middle, like a woman, but also like a neutral voice.
The masked man on the right also said: "Kristan, Miriam has her own plans for this arrangement. We don't have enough time now, otherwise the Ghost School would no longer have the need to exist..."
The masked man on the left, Christian, shook his head slightly, "I understand, even if the ghosts are divided and chaotic, it will take at least three hundred years. So what should the occult school do?"
"Chaos is the source of everything!"
Miriam in the middle stood up, a golden scepter appeared in her hand, slowly walked down the steps, facing dozens of yellow-robed men with lowered heads below, and sang:
“Follow the oracle of Thea Staregra, the great source of chaos—let the Occult School become the place of chaos in the Forbidden Era!”
"Follow the oracle of the Mother Goddess, the source of chaos!"
"Only chaos—"
Miriam stood at the bottom of the steps, raising the golden scepter high, and her voice penetrated this castle in a land of endless darkness.
"It's the end of the world!"
…
…
Early the next morning, the clock rang.
"Well--"
Wei En opened his eyes, touched the sweat on his forehead, and looked at the lounge in confusion.
"Dream?"
He frowned and tried to recall the strange dream he had before, but he couldn't remember what he saw in the dream.
He only remembered that he was in a castle whose surface was painted black, and the surroundings were very quiet.
The light of the red moon shone on him through the glass window behind him, lengthening his shadow and extending it to the high steps in front of him.
Up there...
"Well."
Wayne touched his head that was stung, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Something is wrong, something must have happened to him!
Thinking of this, he opened the panel and checked the information on it.
[You are subject to the forbidden object 0-38 Bell of Truth...]
(End of chapter)
