"Through fire, mortals can manipulate mystery." A flash of light passed through the gap and disappeared in front of Bernard's shadow. "But this is only the most superficial understanding. The gods did not explain it, and our ancestors also spent a long time in ignorance. They used magic instinctively, and maybe because of this, when they saw monkeys hitting nuts with stones , will praise their intelligence and regard them as homologous relatives."
"Fossils and geology can prove that we originated from the same watershed..." Zorman protested in a low voice.
"That is to say, nothing can be proven beyond this. I have a more knowledgeable person to discuss the origin of life. Zoman, it will be in our interest for you to shut up now." Sterling refuted mercilessly.
"Thank God I know nothing about the origin of life," the woman said. "How long will you continue to talk nonsense?"
"Do I have to remind you? If you have this ability, you can come up and stop me when we meet." I don't know what the wizard did, but Rego heard a wailing, sharp and ear-piercing, as if it was exploding in his head. He almost fell.
"No, Gulsha!" The woman who broke into the house also started screaming, "Stop it, damn it. What is that?"
"It's just a chair. The key is the magic pattern. The electric current that guides magic will pass through from bottom to top, creating a mysterious position. No, this is not a torture tool. It's too luxurious! It can greatly enhance the positive impact of magic on body cells, absolutely Most people don’t qualify.”
Rego had actually heard of such mysterious items. Before the sword competition, Mercury Temple was looking for buyers at the competition venue. Wizards claim that the mysterious stand made by magic patterns can replace wooden piles and training grounds. From then on, knights' training can be completed indoors, not affected by the weather. As a result, the judicial authority imprisoned these wizards in the dungeon the next day and recovered the mysterious items they sold one by one.
According to gossip, the reason for the ban was that a certain nobleman suffered a stroke due to cramps while using it in bed. Rego couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard the principle of "exercising the body" of this thing.
"If he lies here for a hundred years, he might be able to burn my laboratory to the ground." Bernard said, "The only chance is to escape immediately. After all, I have never seen the second person who can do it in the magic pattern." A mysterious creature that stood up within two minutes after stopping functioning. This is a rather difficult process, but the pain is just an illusion, and the improvement achieved is the reality. Aren't there still barbarians who worship totems and illusions?" His tone was completely different. It's a joke. "If you are willing to cooperate, I will consider providing opportunities for use."
"If you really invite me, chop this thing into pieces," the woman cried.
“There’s a price to pay for feeling the truth.”
"Can't use money yet? The currency value of Orenia is really worthy of its exchange rate. No. Do you hear what I say? No. We don't care about your truth."
That was the end of their conversation. Rego had arrived at the door, hearing crashes and screams, steel scraping, and the blade messily reflecting candlelight. Fortunately the room was brighter than the corridor, otherwise his shadow would have given away his whereabouts. He watched for a short, slender shadow, and when it covered the gap, Rhaego threw the door open.
An Alanwo elf was facing away from him, panting from the strenuous activity, without any precautions behind him. Rego stabbed her back with his sword, and the crimson blood instantly soaked the fabric. He then twisted the rapier, trying to maximize the damage. Rego thought that the pain caused by this would be far greater than the wizard's mysterious item, but the woman still managed to move her body. She didn't even scream. More blood emerged from her shoulders and back, and Rhaegal's sword slipped out with it. But she couldn't do anything anymore.
"Well done, Rego," Bernard Sterling said. Pieces of metal were flying back and forth in front of him, polished to silvery white, with edges as sharp as knives. Previously, it was these strange things that resisted the attacks of the First Sources. "But why is it you?"
Be careful. "I heard something moving below, sir." Rego lied, not mentioning the situation of the Blue Saint. "Who is this?"
"Same as those three nightingales." Sterling's face darkened, "Stop asking around, where is your commander?"
"He was interrogating the prisoners. We caught the poisoners and they sent the poison into the manor through the wells connected to the hotel."
"As if I don't know. Who is the owner of the water fairy?"
"Styx Leofric. He was a court musician at Malandeno, but was later exiled for offending the royal family."
"It turns out it's him." Even Bernard had heard of the musician's name. "I thought he had been executed by the judicial authorities a long time ago, but I heard that they don't like the death penalty. Well, this criminal is destined to die. How did he gather a group of Chuyuan to find us? Who was instigating him behind the scenes?"
"He has a nature elf under him." Rego had to say.
"Our Lady Saint always likes to attract bees and butterflies. There is really no need for this." The wizard sighed, "The laws of Saint Valoran are exactly opposite to those of the empire. The forest race chooses to exile the offended party." He turned away contemptuously. Go away. "Put that idiot down. The stored electricity shouldn't be wasted on low-class people." Seeing Rego comply, he suddenly asked: "Are you interested in giving it a try?"
"What are you trying, my lord?"
"Magic Pattern 'Dark Night'." As expected, the wizard pointed at the terrifying chair. The last guy who had the chance to experience it fell unconscious to the ground. Rego finally knew why Dui Lin was sleeping so deeply the last time he came to the basement. "Oh, don't be afraid. If you are not allergic to Wu Ye Dong, you can use it with ointment. Pain is not a strong obstacle, but it greatly affects sales. Of course we will improve the problem."
It's a pleasure, eh? "No, sir, I think it would be a waste to use it on me." Rego couldn't think of a reason to ask for trouble, "The Silver Song Knight's physique does not require more training."
"That's a big mistake. You don't understand how much potential you still have to tap. The Silver Song Knight is not a wax figure made from the same mold. There are differences between you and many of your colleagues, in terms of skills or basic qualities, as well as mystique. Needless to say, Veronka, even Joey can easily defeat you. I remember you were the champion of a certain swordsmanship competition? Sorry, but if I am to be honest, your swordsmanship is not even as good as that of the missionary."
Rego felt ridiculous. Although the Silver Song Knight may not be able to beat the Templar Priest, the latter specializes in divine arts and prayer, and there is no way he can compete with the Silver Song Knight in terms of swordsmanship. It seems that there are people in the temple who are as arrogant as the Tower Messenger. "You will have more time to get to know me in the future, my lord."
But Sterling ignored his rebuttal. "Since the end of the Prophecy of Blue, the Aurenia Empire established the Silver Song Knights. It was established in accordance with the standards of the Three Gods Religion from the very beginning. After all, the gods have passed away, and mortals have to learn to protect themselves. Each of you They have all been carefully selected and stand out based on their unique talents. The only thing they have in common is self-righteousness. Take the nearby Silver Song Knight as an example: Joey is proficient in magic, Bogart is an excellent scout, and Orcus is better at attacking." Behind the wizard, The metal pieces were still circling. "When he died in front of my laboratory, he exposed your greatest flaw."
"Toxin?" Rego didn't know why he had to discuss this issue with Sterling.
"You think too one-sided." The wizard scolded, "If you deal with drow, he will not be easily attacked. The toxins of water goblins are living things, not inorganic substances. Have you forgotten? Mysterious creatures can rely on their mystery to deal with poisons. Create resistance.”
"But only professional magic can be completely immune." Rego answered. Heck, as if I needed to prove I wasn't completely ignorant.
"That's it. Career is the key."
Rego shrugged. "The convenience brought by the profession is limited." Indeed, within two years after changing jobs, his physical fitness improved rapidly... but that was just a side effect. The increase in magic power is even greater, so why sacrifice the near for the far? "Skills cannot be filled with mysterious knowledge."
"The three gods forgive you, young man. Have you never considered the source of that knowledge?"
"I mean, that's one of the conveniences of a mysterious profession."
"Why does your profession give you convenience?"
Rego was stunned. He suddenly realized the meaning of the wizard's words. They discussed not so much professions and skills as mysterious origins. It was so bizarre that he almost didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Mysterious existence is like breathing, but how can mortals care about the source of breathing? This is a stupid thing to do.
He didn't speak for a long time, and the wizard didn't wait. Sterling continued: "The gods can explain everything, but truth is not their vassal. The Temple's research proved that fire and profession are closely related. This conclusion seems reasonable and has been widely adopted. But in fact, Unless the sexual dysfunction of some lowly slave brings about the end of human history, the results of this study have no value at all." He reduced the wisdom of the Templar wizards to nothing.
Rhaego absentmindedly tied up the prisoner. The task of discovering the wizard's secrets has long become as boring as eavesdropping on his communication with the forest virgin. It would be nice if I had a can of hot soup on hand, hoping that she would spill every drop of the unpalatable soup on the experimental table.
"I am not qualified to comment on the achievements of the temple, sir." He told the wizard, "It is difficult for me to even understand. The occult science is too profound, and I only understand the parts that help to strengthen the body." Could it be that "Dark Night" is Sterling the goal of? No, I'm afraid that's the source of the mysterious profession.
The wizard turned his head. "If you want to understand more, you can make a request at any time. 'Dark Night' is a mysterious item created based on the alchemy inheritance of the dwarves. Its effect is not just as simple as strengthening your physique...it strengthens your mysterious profession, or Say, it’s how well you fit into your career.”
