Chapter 191
Loren Torino impossible, who was "a guest" at Freswalk Manor, knew that the crutch gang he had packed up had already come to his door—considering the enthusiasm of the Freswalk Master, As well as the reality that oneself is impossible to reject the other's kindness, the sensible black hair wizard will certainly not leave.
However, the Fresswalker Master did not limit his scope of activities in the manor, and even generously allowed him to visit the library tower as long as he did not disturb him.
Since the other party is so enthusiastic, the black hair wizard naturally laughed without hesitation.
In general, the collection tower of the Freswok Master is not too big, even if the collection of books is not as large as the Wimpal Academy library-after all, this is just a private collection tower, plus one A mysticism wizard’s research room.
But since it is the collection of a top mysticism Master, the quality of these books is naturally not comparable to Wimpal. Many books even date back to the time when the doctrine of the Holy Cross spread throughout the Sacland Empire, and even more A long time ago.
And in it, Loren even found many related to ancient history, and even about the loneliness of the fairy and Spiritual God legends in various places-overwhelming majority are just hearsay, or biographies pieced together based on rumors and oral narratives. For a wizard, I am afraid that there is not much reference value at all.
But in this world, there will always be some authors who are very keen on the "sense of mission", even if they know that once what they have written is discovered by Holy Cross Church, the only end is the fire frame, but they are still tireless To record those "historical truths."
Leaning against the stairwell, Loren flipped through the book he had just touched on the shelf. The quiet space and the rich taste of parchment gave him the illusion of returning to Wimpal. It was subtle as if some pretentious genius was facing him, waiting for his own question with a grimace.
The ancient book in hand is a historical material about Lotaire Duchy. Although boring, it records in detail the history of the development of this land, the personalities and customs of the locals, the rise and fall of various families, especially It is the various grievances between the Fried family and the Senna family.
There are even 20 pages written in it, involving legends among the Lothar people-a detailed mention of the "devil" stories that were circulated among the local population before the emergence of the Holy Cross .
It is said to be very "enthusiastic", it likes to appear when people encounter difficulties, and can always satisfy people's wishes-but without exception, all have to pay some price and realize their wishes The way is always inconsistent with people’s goals.
It was also mentioned vaguely above that the appearance of this "devil" is a young man with pale-gold hair and luxurious clothes. He speaks politely.
"...And his name, according to rumors, is so complicated and so complicated that someone would go crazy right after it was pronounced--so the local people called the devil...'Asriel'. "
The muttering black hair wizard finished reading the last paragraph, with a smile on his face that he didn't know how to describe.
Why are you not surprised at all?
Perhaps because I have been involved too deeply, there has been no chance to look back-but then again, even if I give myself another chance, I am afraid that I will still make the same choice.
"But sometimes he will show people in another face, keen on sacrifice and death, killing for no reason... The thinking of the devil is never the capriciousness that humans can guess..."
"cough cough!!!"
A soft cough sounded from the stairs, and the respectful servant stood by the handrail with his hands behind his back. Smiling Loren looked back, closed the sheepskin book in his hand with a sound of "pa!" and stood up calmly: "Is the Freyswalker Master looking for me?"
"Your lord has left the manor. Go to the nine-pointed star wizard tower." The servant slightly nodded replied: "Before leaving, he asked me to come to remind you that your test will start this afternoon, don't be late!"
"Today?!" The black hair wizard looked towards the other party in surprise: "I remember it should be two days later!"
"It should be like this, but some changes have occurred." The servant shook his head: "The original three evaluation wizards suddenly increased to five - these adults came here temporarily. Impossible asked them to wait until three days later, so it can only be today."
"... How much time do I have?" Loren squinted.
"The test is this afternoon, which means you must arrive before noon." The servant gave him a very sincere look, somewhat pitying: "In other words...you don’t have much time. Now."
"Bang——!"
The door was opened during the bang, and the silhouette of the black hair wizard had long since disappeared in place, leaving only the book unread. The finished book is on the steps, and the yellowed pages are constantly turning in the strong wind.
shook the head, the servant went down, picked up the book from the steps, and put it back on the shelf-as if nothing had happened, only the crisp sound of footsteps floated in the stairwell.
…………In the open space in the center of a patio of the nine-pointed star wizard tower, the apprentices have set up a temporary testing facility and blocked all the surroundings, even still empty. Several wooden targets were set on the ground.
Such a special "test" method can only be enjoyed by sorcerers-after all, the best standard for testing a sorcerer is the level of the high-level spells they use.
According to the different preferences of each sorcerer, the high-level spells they use are naturally different. Myriad has everything-from the Illusion Technique of conjures to some ingenious ones. Special incantion, the only thing in common is that they all need enough space for display.
Standing in the center of the open space, Bird Lyle gathered around him with a slightly nervous look towards, and more and more apprentices kept his usual indifferent expression forcibly calm.
This test has exceeded his expectations. It is not just that the Freyswalker Master suddenly increased the number of audits to five, and it was advanced to within two days, which is simply unreasonable.
Of course, an outside wizard or just a sorcerer wants to be recognized in the nine-pointed star wizard tower, which is not in line with common sense in itself-but things have developed to this point, and I want to interfere. The evaluation results are very difficult.
What happened?
"Bird Lyle, it's not surprising to see you at all."
Just hearing this voice, Bird Lyle felt nauseous for a while, even too lazy. Looking back: "Master Verlo Bellini, what are you doing here?"
"Of course, this is to check, this wild wizard from the countryside doesn't know it!" A triumphant accent. The wizard is about 40 years old, and there is an unsightly collapsed nose on his face, which is completely inconsistent with the luxurious purple-lined wizard robe: "You seem to forget that I am also a sorcerer!"
This rhetoric makes Bird Lyle even more disgusting, because the guy who talks is relying on spell studies to get through and become a typical representative of a formal wizard, relying on the power and financial resources of the Bellini family to not be too embarrassed.
The reason why I can appear in the tower of the nine-pointed star wizard, and even talk with myself so confidently, is entirely dependent on his genius alchemy Martial Nephew son, Alto Bellini—because of Wei Erlo is his mentor.
Although this "mentor" is nothing but a good thing, and no wizard believes that Alto Bellini's success is his teaching, but the rules of the nine-pointed star wizard tower are like this— —The tutor and the apprentice are both prosperous, if one suffers, all suffers.
"I heard that this wild wizard was ordered by Lord Lyle himself. Didn't expect that you would have a good impression of a kid from the countryside." Verlo, who had a broken nose, was mocking. opened the mouth and said: "is it possible that he is your relative?"
"I have no prejudice against anyone, like a sorcerer like you, can't stand here and talk to me Is it?" Byrd Lyle made no secret of his contempt for himself: "As for this guy named Ain Rand, he is more arrogant than you think!"
"Oh, is it?!" Verlo Bellini of the angry gnash the teeth turned his head back bitterly: "I really want to see, what is it like to refuse to be your apprentice Byrd Lyle!"
"Then your luck is good, he is here."
Following the direction pointed by Bird Lyle, a dark shadow has appeared on a balcony next to the patio. Already jumped from above in the blink of an eye!