Char said goodbye to Tony and left school. As the second method to reach the "root", there is no doubt about the difficulty of its research.
The time spent will also be very long, but Xia Ya has time to sort out what he has learned for the time being.
During this period, he can also gather the rest of the power of destiny.
He went straight to an unknown island deep in the Atlantic Ocean.
This place is not on any country's map, and no one has ever discovered it even after the Age of Discovery began.
There are no indigenous people here, only some birds and pheasants living on the islands, and many tropical plants grow.
But even in such a deserted place, there is a very huge fortress built.
The fortress seems to be made of stone bricks, but every part is engraved with magical runes.
This is a prison specifically designed to hold magical criminals.
The reason why the address was chosen here is because the magic here is the thinnest in the entire world.
Even if magicians themselves have magic power, living in such a magic-free environment will gradually lose their magic power.
Therefore, many magicians guarding here need to change shifts in time.
Although it has only been more than forty years since Char officially created this magical world.
But there are quite a few magicians imprisoned in this cell.
After possessing abilities far beyond ordinary people, inner ambition will also grow.
Of course, a large part of the reason is that many black magicians headed by Gayward are imprisoned here.
The structure of the fortress is very similar to that when Char went to see Ivan VI before. The castle has a tower structure, but it is taller.
Inside the dark fortress, only some small windows at the top cast a beam of light. Under the influence of the Tyndall effect, it seemed that the dust was lit up.
Surrounding the scattered beams of light was deep and cold darkness.
In the tower on the west side by the sea, an old man wearing a white prison uniform, with his hair casually disheveled and a stubble on his face, is sitting quietly on a rock. Through the messy white hair, he can see A pair of bright and ambitious eyes.
The space in the tower is not large, and there is only an iron door connecting it to the outside world.
There are even two magicians guarding the place.
But suddenly, fine black sand drifted in from the window with the breeze, and the two magicians fainted directly on the ground, with almost no resistance.
The old man seemed to have noticed something. He raised his head and the closed iron door slowly opened. Through the iron bars, he saw Xia standing behind the door and the magician lying down at his feet.
Looking at the existence that he had not seen for decades, Gaiward's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered his emotions.
His eyelids closed slightly, revealing a slight smile.
"It's been a long time, Professor."
Xia Ya stood outside the iron door and looked at him quietly, and after a moment he said.
"You have changed so much."
"But you really haven't changed at all." Gaward said with emotion. "Albus told me that you are on a completely different level from us magicians. Now it seems that this is indeed the case."
"You are much tougher than before." Xia Ya said softly, "You are willing to be locked up in a place like this for so many years."
He grinned slowly.
"This is not what I want."
Xia Ya shook his head, "If you want to, this place can't contain you."
Gaward narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You're waiting for the best time.
After you are imprisoned, the Magic Association will naturally be less wary of the witch party headed by you, allowing your men to break into pieces and continue to grow.
Moreover, you are also waiting for the passing of Emperor Arthur, right? "
Char said minding his own business, "Although few people know it, you actually fought with Emperor Arthur in the past and were seriously injured and endangered.
This is why you were captured by Martin.
You need a quiet place to recover. There are many people from your organization here, so you have to find a way to rescue them.
Besides, you're afraid of Arthur."
A faint light shimmered in the depths of Gaiward's dark eyes that were obscured by his hair, and he sighed.
"He should be considered one of the most powerful beings I have ever seen in my life."
He looked at Xia Ya, slowly grinned and said, "So... are you here to reprimand me, professor?"
After Xia Ya was silent for a moment, he continued.
"Arthur is gone."
Gayward's pupils shrank slightly, "Who killed him?"
As someone who has faced the sharp edge of Arthur's holy sword, no one knows Arthur's abilities and status better than him. It is impossible for him to die at this time.
"Himself." Char said.
Gaward fell into silence. After coming back to his senses, he murmured softly, "Yes. Himself. Who else in this world can kill him except himself?"
"Why did you tell me this news?"
"Even if I don't tell you, you will still receive this information tomorrow, and this is not news that no one knows in Britannia.
A bottom-up revolution took place within Britannia. In the near future, that country will no longer have aristocrats. The empire will be buried in the dust of history with the death of Arthur, and the country will move towards a republic. . "
Char looked at Gayward quietly.
"But I think, even if this is the case, you will not give up your purpose, right?"
Gaward was speechless, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it unclear what he was thinking.
"I'm a little curious." Xia Ya said slowly, "What is your purpose? I want you to realize it even if you resist the rules I set."
Gayward was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the small window on the top cast in rays of bright light. The sunlight illuminated half of his face, while the other half was hidden in shadow.
He slowly raised his head.
"I have no intention of rebelling against your rules, but I think magic should not be separated from human civilization itself.
Did the witch hunt really happen just because of the upper class pushing it behind the scenes?
I don't think so.
More often than not, it’s because of ignorance.
I don't understand, we obviously have higher intelligence, why do you want to separate magic from the world? "
Xia Ya said slowly.
"Given the situation in this world, there must be only a few people who are qualified for magic power. A group of strong people with a huge gap between them and the weak will inevitably lead to absolute oppression.
The magic empire you want to create is just to add a group of nobles to people's heads who are more powerful and more difficult to resist. "
"You can set the rules for the wizarding world, and so can I," Gayward said.
Xia Ya was speechless. After a moment, his eyelids closed slightly, and an imperceptible and unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Then let's take a walk and see
You young people have your own choices and I will not interfere. "
There was a little light shining in Gaward's dim eyes.
"I have one last question to ask you."
Xia stared at Gaiward and spoke slowly.
"Do you hate humans?"
The sunlight shining through the small window was blocked by clouds, and his face was completely shrouded in shadow.
He was silent under the shadow, without words.
And Xia Ya did not continue to ask, but murmured slowly.
"I hope you can find your own way."
Then, it disappeared in place.
For a moment, the entire prison fell silent, leaving Gayward deep in thought.
Albus obtained some kind of "permission" from Char, and at the same time, Char's arrival also gave Gaward some kind of "permission".
After an unknown amount of time, the two magicians also woke up leisurely. Then, when they saw the iron door being opened, their faces suddenly turned pale.
They knew exactly what kind of existence they were guarding.
A few years ago, the entire magical world was shrouded in a thick layer of darkness and fear because of the Dark Lord.
They took out their wands from their bodies in perfect agreement, and looked into the tower through another iron gate behind the iron gate vigilantly.
Gayward, who was wearing a prisoner's uniform, was still sitting there, and the sunlight from the overhead window hit his face. His white beard and half-long hair did not have any dirty feeling, but instead glowed with a bright look. gloss.
His hands and feet were bound by special magic props, which were written by Martin William, the current president of the Magic Association and Tony's student.
Also because he was restrained by magic props, he could only sit here cross-legged all the time.
Seeing that the situation was normal, the two magic guards felt relieved a little.
They secretly observed Gaward, and one of the magicians said, "Is he really the legendary Dark Lord? He looks like just an ordinary old man."
"The Magic Association cut off his tongue when they caught him. Now he can't even recite a spell." Another magician said.
During their conversation, under their gaze, Gaward, who was deep in thought, slowly raised his head, and the various chains on his body made crisp sounds with his movements.
Those deep eyes looked quietly at one of the two magicians.
His eyes were very deep, and a large part of them were dark, but the pupils emitted a strange shimmer. It was a shimmer visible to the naked eye, not a metaphor.
Although the other magician was not stared at by these eyes, he also felt an inexplicable chill enveloped his body, making him shiver slightly.
He immediately prepared to close the heavy iron door outside as well.
But the next moment.
"Pfft!"
With the sound of the blade entering the flesh, the magician's pupils shrank to a point, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the friend who was still talking to him in disbelief, and at this moment he was grabbing the knife that had pierced his chest. Sharp blade.
"you……"
He seemed to want to say something more, but the man pushed the sword blade inward a little, his eyes gradually became distracted, and finally he lost his voice completely.
The man was extremely calm after killing the person. He searched the magician's body, took out a key, and unlocked the iron fence.
Gayward slowly stood up from the ground and walked out of the cell where he had been for several years.
The man knelt down in front of Gaiward and lowered his head, and his face began to change.
He was a young mage in his twenties before, but now he has become a middle-aged man in his thirties with a bald head.
Gaward did not speak to him, but slowly raised his right hand.
The man quickly took out a ring from himself. On the top of the ring was a giant dragon, so it looked very conspicuous.
He carefully put the ring on Gaiward's index finger, and then lowered his head again.
The ring is Gaiward's spell-casting medium, or in layman's terms, it's a wand.
It's Tony's work. It's made from the human-turned-dragon that Kuron once killed. It has the nerves and bones of the dragon's heart inside.
The exterior is made of purified mithril, which is a top-notch spell-casting artifact even in this era.
It was a gift from Albus.
Gaward glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "You did well, Hasa."
"It is my honor to serve you." Hasa said.
Gayward raised his right hand, and with the release of magic power, all the restraints on his body were untied one by one. He looked at the magician who fell to the ground on one side.
Continuing to raise his hand, the clothes on his body dissipated and appeared on his body, a black windbreaker, black boots, and half-length, slightly curly mid-length hair hanging casually on his shoulders.
As he stepped out of the cell, the castle's alarm began to sound at this moment.
At the end of this corridor, a group of magicians opened the door, and their pupils shrank slightly when they saw Gayward who had lost all restraints.
But he reacted quickly and directly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at him.
Countless petrifications and even the Cruciatus Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses, were released.
All the guards in this prison are basically elites, and they are proficient in both black magic and white magic.
Gayward stood there with his hands behind his back, not even raising his hands. The moment the magic was about to hit him, the barrier created by the iron armor instantly appeared around him.
All the magic was deflected by the instantaneous barrier and hit the casters.
Almost at the same time, all the magicians were hit by their own magic and fell to the ground wailing.
Iron armor can reflect magic, and basically all spells except Avada Kedavra can be reflected.
But most people can only rebound one kind of magic, because for each additional magic, the energy required will be doubled.
In this world, apart from Gayward, the only one who can achieve this level is Albus.
He ignored these people and walked straight forward like a leisurely stroll. Outside was the cell where the other magicians were held.
After seeing Gayward, all the detainees became excited. They stuck to the door, looked out through the observation window of the iron door, and shouted his name excitedly.
"Hognide!"
"Hognide!"
Gaward Hognig is Gaward's full name.
Gaward raised his hand, and all the cell doors around him were opened at that moment, and the cheers became louder and louder.
In front of him, the rest of the magicians stationed in the fortress also walked down.
Gaiward still had a calm expression on his face. Under his feet, the blue firelight illuminated this dark land.
The flames exuded strange colors, like fire from hell.
The flames spread from the center to the surroundings. The flames spread through the prisoners he released, but did not cause any harm to them.
When the flames hit those magicians, the scorching and terrifying high temperature easily turned them into ashes.
Under the illumination of the flames, he stepped forward, his pace was neither hasty nor slow.
It seemed that he was not in a prison, nor was he a prisoner about to escape, but a king, strolling around his territory and listening to the cheers of his subjects.
With the passing of the King of Men.
The magical world will once again attract a dark king.
(End of chapter)
