Of course, Roddy was not so bored that he talked to Akasha about such topics.

Although the definition of Akasha is a team role like "nanny", as a modern person, Roddy is very clear that... if a team cooperates with a real tacit understanding, mechanical superior and subordinate relationships will not work at all.

Only by understanding, trusting each other, and being willing to have common topics and goals, such a team can exist healthily and actively.

Of course, in previous games, Roddy basically never served as a "leader", so he did not have much practical experience in truly forming a strong team, and the "theory" mentioned in the above sentence is also knowledge brought out by forum theorists.

So it is not difficult to explain why Roddy talks about this "sensitive" topic - I think his understanding of the word "trust" is probably only at the level of "sharing secrets".

"This time, the matter is actually done for Angma. If we want to win the town of Kig, we naturally have to pay chips... Ansardin's list can only be used as a reference. If we really want to capture all the traitors, it's just a piece of paper that is far from enough..."

Roddy was stunned when he saw Akasha's expression. He knew that she was not good at thinking about such things, so he could only pause for a moment and smiled and said, "Then I'll change the topic. The book I taught you today wrote about spells. Can you understand this?"

This is finally considered an area of ​​interest to Akasha. She has a good memory and is obsessed with divine arts, so the content of this book "The Essence of Energy" is indeed suitable for her taste. After thinking about it, Akasha replied: "I...I can only understand some concepts, but I think... what this book says is a bit exaggerated."

"It's indeed exaggerating. High Elf has always been an exaggerated race, but I advise you to believe these exaggerated messages." Roddy picked up the water cup and took a sip. "These books look inconspicuous, but those great magicians are probably willing to fight for their lives in order to get it."

Akasha opened her eyes wide and expressed surprise. She confirmed that Roddy was not joking. Then she realized what level of the book she just saw was... But after a moment of thinking, she asked in confusion: "But according to it, it seems that even the 'divine art' can be counted in the arcane system, and the 'necrotic art' seems to be not much different from the 'divine art'..."

This theory surprised Roddy: "Ah? I really said that? Why didn't I see it?"

"It's the part about the 'spell composition'..." Akasha's talent is at full level, and even memorized that passage at this time. While Roddy was dumbfounded, he had to admit that although this "nanny" looked dazed, it was almost exaggerating to learn things.

"Of course, this is just a theory. If it is practice, it is probably far from it. It is probably not a realistic thing to have a holy priest cast the 'Death Finger'."

Roddy shrugged. In the seven years before his journey, he had never been exposed to anything like "element theory". The concept of spells in his mind basically comes from the player's experience and forum. If he talks about these profound and complex "spell knowledge" in the game, he knows nothing.

"Since you are interested, let me read the book first. If you have any words you don't understand, please ask me any time."

Roddy thought for a while, reached out to pick up "Essence of Energy" and handed it to Akasha, and grabbed a bundle of scrolls from the desk- "You should be able to use these scrolls too, carry them with you, and can be used as auxiliary when there are unexpected accidents."

"Thank you...thank you."

Akasha was extremely surprised. The "spell scroll" is an absolutely rare item, and it is almost a trump card for any spell caster. Roddy gave more than ten cards, which made her feel even more inexplicable satisfaction in her heart, in addition to surprise.

After chatting casually for a few words, Akasha took these things back to her bedroom. It was still early, and the sentries outside the manor had changed a new round, so she naturally didn't have to go over and continue staring. Seeing that there was nothing to do, Akasha sat at the table and continued to read the book "Essence of Energy".

The pale autumn sunlight reflected into the house, and the precious scrolls stacked together left a row of messy shadows on the table. However, what Roddy and Akasha didn't notice was that... In the pile of scrolls that should have all belonged to the "cursive" spells, two scrolls that were calibrated "exclusive to Necromancers" were accidentally mixed by Roddy.

Akasha had no sense of this. She lowered her head and read the high-elf text she had learned today. Her lips simulated holding those letters and words. She occasionally remembered Roddy's words, but she couldn't help but frown slightly-

"Is it possible for the Holy Priest to cast necromancers...that such a thing?"

*******

When the beautiful pastor had doubts in his heart, a speech with similar topics was being held in the lecture hall in the "Sanctuary" of the "Rose Cross" sect, thousands of miles away.

"…I have the essence of ‘Divine Art’. My personal understanding is roughly this. There can be more progress in theory, but you also know that I prefer to start from reality - so what can you see from the divine art I show you?"

This is a bright and bright square hall, with a heavy historical atmosphere permeating this ancient building built six hundred years ago. The "Oaklai Lecture" can accommodate 300 people, but at this time there are only twenty or thirty people sitting here. The audience is wearing simple white robes, most of whom have unusually young faces.

"Stewart, what do you think?"

Above the podium, the old man with silver hair but energetic raised his hand slightly and signaled that not far away in front of him, the young boy, who seemed to be only fifteen, whispered to answer the question-

"Professor George, I think the 'divine art' of light attribute may not be distinguished from the elements manipulated by elemental masters. Perhaps under certain conditions, their territory is not as profound as we have now..."

"Well--I have worked in the direction you said, but I haven't found that kind of 'specific conditions' yet." The professor on the podium had a very scholarly elegant style, and his words were gentle but not weak. "But not finding them doesn't mean there is no, Stewart, you said it very well. So--Miss Sally, what do you think?"

"Professor George, since the original naming of 'Divine Art' originated from gods, why did it be put together with elements to talk about comparison? I have read a lot of information. Regarding the birth of elements and the birth of 'Divine Art', the book gives two completely different answers. Their power has different 'sources'. If the 'end' is summarized into the same point, although it is true that what is reflected in front of you is the main reason, is it because of the change of human will, rather than the 'consciousness' of the power itself?"

Sally's answer formed a rhetorical question. Her strong and independent personality, coupled with her identity as a duke, made her charming temperament exuding, so that the young children of fifteen or sixteen in the lobby couldn't help but turn their eyes on her.

"A good entry point, you grasp two of the keys - does energy have 'consciousness'? Here..."

In the afternoon, Professor George's speech finally ended. The young people with extraordinary talents in the lecture hall dispersed after the salute. Sally picked up her book and sootheed her slightly tired body. While checking the schedule written on parchment, she walked out of the lecture hall.

This is the core of the "Sanctuary", the "Rose Cross" that countless clergy look up to.

Here, "talent" seems to have become the most valuable thing - Sally is outstanding in the Iversta territory, but when she arrives in the "Sanctuary", her practice progress is simply not as good as those young "classmates", so the only thing she can do is study harder and try to prevent herself from being dumped too far...

Thinking about the books that I needed to read all night today, Sally rubbed her eyes and raised her head tiredly, but she was stunned. In front of the door of "Saint Laurent Cathedral", a familiar figure was greeting her.

"Sir, the Bishop."

Sally hurriedly saluted Rubens, who smiled and raised his hand to stop him - although it was a relationship between "recommendation" and "being recommended", because of Angma and Roddy, Rubens trusted and close to Sally.

At this time, he was holding a letter in his hand, and Sally stared at the letter since she saw her. He simply handed over the letter and said, "With such news, you probably can feel more at ease."

After taking apart the crimson-red lacquer wax seal and reading the content, Sally quickly showed a look of surprise - "Rody... actually killed that guy? He... he was not injured, right?"

Such words made Rubens a little funny: "You are not worried about Angma's safety."

Seeing that Sally blushed, he no longer kept it in his arms: "Rody was unscathed, and now he has become the focus of attention in the sect. Many of the actions in the sect next are related to him - I believe the Tasman guys will pay a heavy price for this..."

Hearing these words, Sally couldn't help but be stunned: "Rody...he actually has such influence?"

"Taking the momentum, he has a sharp eye for the current situation that even our old guys cannot compare to." Rubens agreed to Sally's words, "But now he is also in a dangerous position... I have put down the order. Although the trend has been determined, I am worried about not only the influence of the undead among the nobles, but also the erosion of these guys on the sect."

"So today I want you to write a letter to Angma, in the dark..."

Rubens whispered something, Sally's face became slightly serious, but after hearing it, he looked around first and asked in a low voice: "There are traitors in the sect?"

Rubens sighed slightly and said helplessly: "I would rather believe you and Roddy, but I can't believe some people in the sect... It's really a joke to say such things."

This was a bit of heartfelt words. He shook his head and then said solemnly: "Write the letter as soon as possible, and practice with peace of mind. Don't mention such topics to the second person."

Rubens whispered a few words, Sally nodded, and then the old man with high power in the sect quickly left. Sally looked at the old man's back, but couldn't help but worry about the guy who was still stirring up the storm at the other end of the kingdom...
Chapter completed!