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In addition to being the lowest end of the inverted triangle among the six major schools and as a symbol of rationality, the Secretary School also echoes the School of Life, and also controls the order in the entire City of Mages.

Laws, rules, and these human-made things are not as different from the form of water in the eyes of the mage. The combustion of fire rises lower than the level of the rise of the world. Since man is part of the world, human creation should naturally be related to the world.

By studying these man-made things, the wizards of the Secret Arts School believe that they can also find the final answer to the problem, and in a human way that everyone can accept.

The other five major factions mostly have the knowledge of the secret arts school, namely the powerful destructive power of the secret arts mages to spells, which makes the secret arts mages unable to pose any threat to those who do not understand magic, but for other spell casters, they are the most difficult hunters to deal with.

However, the blocking technique of the Secret Arts School is not a secret to the public. Its principles are known to every apprentice in the City of All Laws. It is just that the long process and complex training required to know the principle to apply it to spells makes the Secret Arts learners neither mysterious nor noble in the eyes of others.

"Do you know what people from other schools call us?" Rogro slowly pulled a wooden chair from the side. His movements were very difficult, as if every force exerted would make his whole body feel pain.

"The people who waste time, the school of manipulated by tools. They think we are lost in the artificial illusion." The interrogator sat down with difficulty, leaning on the back of the chair and sighed slightly soothingly.

"How puzzled. Even though every mage needs to accept the wisdom of his predecessors, learn and grow in the knowledge, society, and system of human beings, they just think there is no truth here, only a complacency. It is like, what a bad creature we are, there is no point in our thoughts. But if this is the case, the Pan-Beijing continent will not be a world dominated by humans. It is as stupid as us and short-sighted as us, sending elves into the forest and returning to the dwarves to the mountains. I admit that this is not glorious, but it cannot be denied its achievements. After all, you see, heroes are also butchers, and the title depends only on where you stand."

Russell was unable to respond to this man's crazy words. His mind was not clear enough to understand these long-term theories. He could only absorb scattered words such as secret instruments and magic, but Rogro didn't care.

"I have always believed that the excellence of human beings is that we will spontaneously correct mistakes. It is not individual, but individual corrections are difficult and will only happen to a very small number of wise men. In general, it is group-based, and one group corrects the mistakes of another group. It is this mechanism of supervising introspection that allows us to transcend those stale and obsessed compatriots of intelligent creatures and become the main force on the earth. Introspection comes from division, division in various senses. Because of our division, we fight, calculate and hurt each other. The correct path is clear in these cruel processes, and it is not beautiful at all."

"Yes, it's not beautiful at all. They have reasons to hate us. Totem school, psychic school, let alone life school. They believe that the world is warm, at least objective and neutral, neither good nor bad, and equally gives everyone different situations. But we are different. In our opinion, the world is on the verge of destruction, it is always towards destruction, it is full of malice towards us. Isn't it? If not, why do we go step by step to the present, life and wisdom, if it will eventually dissipate, why do we need to let them exist? Just to let us small individuals praise its greatness? How cruel, Mother Nature."

The hunchback talked to himself and talked loudly in front of the inactive spy. He was like a powerful speaker, stating his views at the conference, but in fact they were both in a gloomy prison, where there were neither magnificent domes and magnificent pillars, nor audiences who were intoxicated by the speech.

In fact, if Gi, I'm afraid no one will really appreciate Rogro's words.

But he didn't care. The interrogator licked the empty space on his gums, feeling the slight pain, and the only remaining eye was shining with a gloomy and dim light.

He was like a vulture, an old vulture, soaring indifferently in the air. The next time he dived, he might not be able to brake and hit the ground and fall to death. But maybe that was just an appearance. If there was no tough core drive under this broken body, why could he still get up?

"Sorry, I don't usually say so many things. You know, the prerequisite for being an interrogator is that I can't say much. So, I usually only express my feelings to one kind of person."

The lame man raised his broken palm and waved it slightly. The footsteps sounded, and two tall people with burlap bags covering their heads and digging holes in their eyes walked into the cell. Their muscles were extremely developed, not the level that ordinary mages would exercise.

"Of course, it's the kind of person who can never repeat these words anymore. You see, I'm actually quite introverted."

Rogro took a short knife from a masked man, or used a short stab to describe it more appropriately. The triangular blade body is more like a special utensil for cooking meat, the kind of bloodletting knife that specializes in bleeding livestock.

If Rogro had five complete fingers, he might have played with the torture instruments in his hand, but his fun had long disappeared with the lost limbs. Now the only one who stayed here was a hunchbacked, boring butcher.

The butcher raised the blood-letting knife and stabbed it deeply.

The pain makes people awake, but it does not drown out my thoughts. Russell opened his mouth, and his dry throat did not make any sound this time, only a breathing sound like a broken bellows. The knife did not directly pierce into the spy's body, and it pierced into a sheath-like device. The upper edge of the device was a copper ring, which was strung in Russell's flesh and was on the ribs.

At this time, as the key entered, the copper ring opened and the wound was torn apart again.

"Ah! Haha..."

After the pain, it was relaxed. One by one, the copper rings were opened in the hands of the interrogator, as if the window that was originally closed was opened again. It was not just the pain, but Russell was gradually finding himself.

"Clang." The last copper ring fell to the ground, and the spy also fell from the cross, and knelt on his knees and sat on the ground. He gasped and sweat flowed freely.

"Give him water. Can't you see it? Do you hope Master Russell dies due to dehydration?" Rogro shouted to the two men in an exaggerated tone, and one of the latter immediately turned around and brought a water cup made of bones and delivered it to Russell's mouth.

Russell was unable to tell what he was drinking now. As soon as he smelled the smell of water, he pierced in and drank all the liquid.

"Very good, very good. Don't worry, don't choke. It's almost done, take the water cup away. Your body is not as thirsty as you thought. After all, you haven't been here for a few days."

"What the hell are you going to do?" Russell struggled to raise his head and looked at the other person.
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