The great wizard's voice was filled with a cold smile. He looked away, as if he was disdainful to look at the poor loser again.
At this time, the black-clothed assassins had already scattered. The distance in the hall was dozens of feet, and at their feet it was just a journey that could be crossed in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, a harsh metal friction sounded everywhere.
Along with it, there were shocking crys.
"Silly insects!"
The great wizard stretched out his palm, his five fingers gathered together, and slightly hooked.
So, a gorgeous rainbow flashed and gushed outwards - this ball of light had indescribable beauty and shine, and the dazzling seven-colored lights leaped in an interlaced manner, sweeping past those approaching guys.
Time was like being stretched out by this blow.
The red light made several assassins roll down like crispy coke. The terrible corrosion of the orange light almost instantly burned the human figure into charred skeletons, and the yellow light turned into a blue-purple arc and flowed in a winding manner! The strange green energy stroked
There was nothing on the surface of the body passing by. But the next moment they struggled to fall to the ground, strangling their necks and urging them desperately, making screams like fish leaving the water, but in just a few blinks
, and breathing has stopped...
The guys who were touched by the blue light roared angrily, dancing their claws, filling countless bloody mouths on all the guys who were trying to pass through him. Even the poison at the tip of the claws seemed to be unavoidable...
And those guys who were hit by the blue light seemed particularly quiet in the chaos, because they had become hideous and strange stone statues that decorated the streets. Only the last part, they disappeared, where the purple light passed, everything,
It has become traceless.
This is the power of a great wizard.
Edward, who was standing quietly beside him, narrowed his eyes, but the iridescent light seemed to shake his heart. He knew that it was the power of a seven-ring spell, but being able to emit it without warning was enough to show that
The strength of the person in front of him may be above the master of the Tianting Tower who had fought with him.
"You are lucky. If the magic circles in the palace here are not as useful as tying, their invisibility abilities are enough for you to have a headache, just assassination. Any of them can be enough to destroy one of you.
The team has more than …”
The rainbow light finally dissipated into a subtle mist, and his eyes swept across the messy corpse, and the great master sneered.
But the mutations emerge.
These existences condensed into stone images suddenly moved... accompanied by harsh friction and shattering sounds. The gray surface of their bodies cracked countless gaps, carrying flying stone powder, and they roared roughly towards those people
Pounced away!
There is no doubt that this raid achieved certain results... The relaxed nerves made the knights hang down the long sword in their hands and the shield they had established. The closer distance did not even leave them the moment to regroup.
But the raid also suddenly stopped.
A blue light was kind, as if he had finally broken free from the last python! A storm with crackling roar and airflow rushed out from a corner of the hall, a cloud of blurred light!
As soon as Pu appeared, the lightning raised his head like a snake, and then it coiled hideously as if it was nourished. Then it flashed with the fire. The entire hall was not wrapped in a bright blue layer.
!The raser turned into a legendary multi-headed snake lizard! A few lightnings spread around, and with a bang, all the assassins were wrapped in the dazzling light of lightning!
"Mentor Fleming, it seems that you are in some strange trouble."
The rolling roar echoed. It finally turned into an inaudible crackling sound. At this time, a sound came from the place where lightning flashed. It attracted most people's terrifying attention to a corner of the hall - that was a
The unique pronunciation is so slow that people can distinguish every word and sentence, and it looks a little awkward. But it sounds very nice, crisp and ethereal, like a string of ringtones echoing in the valley.
This unexpected voice made Edward turn his head suddenly, because he almost immediately found the owner of the voice in his memory.
"Teacher. I've long-lasting greetings."
Taking three steps forward, Edward bent down towards the figure.
And time seemed to be moved by an invisible giant hand at this moment, and it was suddenly back a few months ago.
Her appearance has not changed at all.
The long robe that indicates the identity of the caster is black and soft; a very light layer of black smoke that is almost impossible to see with the naked eye surrounds the surroundings, indulging the slender figure in the robe in the eternal darkness, even in the light of magic, it still remains
As deep as a shadow, it is silent... Only under the soft ink hood, the pale jaw and the slender and gentle lines are exposed, as if the most gentle and perfect white jade of mutton fat.
But now Edward is no longer the little hunter... So he raised his gaze and could see that in the darkness, some luster seemed to flash in her deep eyes as deep as a pool of water.
But in just a moment, it was like an illusion that was difficult to identify.
"...Is it you?" The eyes were on the young man's robe, which was also soft and deep, as deep as a shadow, and the corners of her lips moved slightly... but the words she spoke were only one phrase.
Edward's mouth tugged and pieced together a bitter smile...
Or, it is true. For a high-level mage, there is really no need for too much memory for a small person like himself.
"Asali? Haven't you always hated this place? Why did you come to join in the fun?"
The two mats have different shapes but are as dark as the same dark robe. Two equally mysterious characters, and some strange behavior, firmly absorbing everyone's gaze, even if they are named Fleming.
The great master also turned his gaze at this time. He showed an interesting smile, and his tone was no longer that coldness and arrogance, but with some gentle jokes: "Oh, do you know this little devil?"
But I remember that you haven't returned to the academy during this period, right? And isn't he the old man's apprentice? Why do you call me a teacher?"
"Two months ago... I met him in the southwest of the Searcher Forest. He led the way for us and I gave him the right to enter the academy." The woman said, still with a indifferent expression, and cherishing her words like gold.
"Two months? The southwest of the Explorer Forest, isn't that the western fiefdom? What did he do in that kind of countryside?" The great wizard narrowed his eyes, and a little curiosity flashed in his eyes. It seemed that this matter was far more than that for him.
The changes in the throne are even more interesting: "You have never thought of accepting an apprentice and can get your special treatment. Is this little guy really special?"
"No, but it can be said that there is. At that time, he was just an ordinary person."
In the quiet venue, some slight inhalation sounds came one after another.
Those who can stand here are naturally not ignorant people. The aristocrats' sensitivity to information is far from comparable to ordinary people. After all, well-informed news is a prerequisite for important decisions related to identity maintenance; therefore, among the people here
Most of them have a certain understanding of the young mage apprentice. But in fact, this understanding is only at the critical point - most people know his identity as a mage apprentice, and half of them are missing.
I understand his recent amazing deeds, and as his background, only a few old nobles with the most meticulous thoughts are interested in asking.
A smart nobleman should always be ahead of time, planning the rise and fall of the family in the next ten or twenty years. And they usually only maintain appropriate interest in the past... Therefore, the origin of this Viscount is only
One topic - only a few people barely know but are not sure, or choose something they don’t believe in, and are chatting.
But now, this topic has been confirmed undoubtedly.
The power level of magic is not a secret. Therefore, even ordinary nobles and knights have heard of common sense in it - although it is just superficial things that do not involve the origin.
In the noble family, it is not a news for a young man to touch the magic net of the Three Rings. As long as he has a little qualifications and interests, and his corresponding family background, it is not very good to reach this level.
Difficult... However, if you add a one- or two-month limit to this score, then the difficulty jump will start ten or even twenty times.
The pursuit of power is usually a process of accumulation over time, slow and indeed... It is almost impossible to reach the sky in one step, and it usually only exists in the fantasy of the madman.
But there is nothing absolute in the world. There are some existences in the rumors. They do not need to accumulate for a long time and can achieve amazing results. In the usual statement, only the "genius and strange materials" can be used to describe this existence.
This is just a word.
A real genius... No wonder a great wizard is very fond of him.
The gathering eyes around him seemed to have warmth, which made the person at the midpoint smile bitterly. He could even notice that the great wizard's eyes were particularly bright, like flames burning.
Fortunately, this attention did not cause a big resounding response... After all, a genius or an admirable existence can still be compared with a person who is truly in the clouds. His eyes remain on the young man.
After a few breaths, he turned back to the great master's body - to be precise, he turned back to the golden ball of light not far from him.
"Master Fleming... Please forgive my daring inquiry. What are you going to do with His Highness Belt?" The one who raised the topic was the owner of the Golden Pelican Medal, the one with the highest rank among the people present. But even if
It is him who must also show enough humility in front of a great wizard.
"You...well, that's what. Since you spoke, you naturally have your own plans. Then, let's talk."
"Well, ahem. I have a little bit of a superficial view about this matter." The Marquis nodded, his eyes paused in the golden ball of light, and the helpless prince said: "Everyone, I think this matter is in this matter.
, full of some unknown points, so it seems inappropriate to simply draw conclusions like this."
"Simple? Do you think there is anything more complicated about this? This farce has been a long time since it happened." The great wizard snorted coldly.
"Yes, Master Fleming... But if you think about it carefully, this matter is somewhat strange. If it were Bell, I mean that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted..., he might have taken a better approach, and
There seems to be a lot of unreasonable things in this matter, for example, why did he choose to take action at this time? He may have waited for a while because no one caught the credentials that he had indeed taken radical measures.”
"Maybe it's because he's already impatient." The great wizard said impatiently: "What do you want to do?"
"This. I think a fair trial should be conducted..."
The words of the Minister of Finance made everyone fall into a concentrated thought at this time.
If the crown prince wanted to be unfavorable to the king, there were countless opportunities to take action. There was no need to wait until today. But it was also possible that the suppression of magic in the palace was not until recently found a way to restrain the hearts of the people present.
As my thoughts turned, several speculations were already found in a moment, each of which seemed to be self-consistent. However, they were all specious and had some inexplicable points.
The messy hall showed strange silence again for a moment.
“It’s so troublesome.”
But the silence that was still the great master who broke the silence, shook his head: "Okay, actually I have no interest in sorting out the matter here, just hand this little bastard over to your king to deal with it yourself.
.”
"I'm very sorry. Your Majesty may not have time to deal with this matter now." The person who answered this question was Count Vladimi who stood quietly behind the shield wall. In everyone's eyes, the chief of the spy showed a bitter smile.
:
"In fact, just a moment ago, His Majesty's body began to undergo a very strange change. According to the explanations of several priests, the power of the curse seemed to have weakened, but it was not eliminated. Instead, His Majesty made His Majesty feel like it had weakened.
The spirit became a little dazed and drowsy. Now, all the pastors are trying to analyze it, but it is said that... because this energy becomes vague, it is impossible to truly begin to interpret it. The only way now is to do as much as possible
The mobilized man to suppress the occurrence of the curse.”
"Then, the trial will be the only one who is adjudicated." Marquis Jasper pondered for a moment, and finally suggested helplessly. Then he couldn't help but secretly glance at the shadow in the red robe...
This result is obviously inconsistent with the great master's idea.
"Before the matter was found out, no one could avoid suspicion except the Great Master and the Mage Ashali, because even if it was not the mastermind, it might be a party. I suggest that everyone..."
"Enough, I said, we are not interested in participating in this matter," Master Fleming seemed not angry, but unexpectedly, he raised his hand and pointed Edward beside him: "Also, this little devil
We have to take it away, and I think he can't have any possibility of involvement in this matter. As for that idiot, you can do it!"
This unexpected result was not opposed. After all, although Edward's experience attracted a lot of surprises, the magical attainments of the Three Rings were not enough to play any role in this matter, let alone the
He also led the incident in a good direction to a certain extent.
It's just a way to leave, unexpectedly dull.
The three of them walked through a lot of corridors and walked in Louvre...
The psychic warlock frowned, and he opened his mouth, preparing to let the two of them allow him to bring out two female companions.
But before he could speak, he suddenly raised his gaze keenly! He noticed the changing colorful lines around him!
That is a magic array, a light and shadow created by the circulation of energy. Generally speaking,
But this does not mean that the great wizard is so arrogant and lacks vigilance against traps. In fact, the most important reason is that in Louvre, such situations are almost everywhere - a large number of protective magic circles and
The spell trap ensures the most basic safety in this palace. If you want to find some existence that goes against the rules in their overlapping halos, you must have the knowledge of a real master.
With experience, otherwise, even Edward, who has the special vision blessed by the artifact, would be difficult to do.
The light around dimmed!
The door slowly opened.
Without that harsh hinge and friction sound, it is not completely quiet. The sharp barking is indescribable, like a human, like a beast, like a life, like a death... but it is all extremely short, and it is swelling with the face.
The light that comes dissipates.
Light…yes, light.
When your eyes pass through the gap of the slowly opened palace gate, you can see the arrogant hall inside, which is a white sacred temple...
The floor is paved with white marble, and together with the bluestone pillars, it emits a smooth projection, solemn and silence. There are pairs of tall statues with different shapes and exquisitely carved figures silently showing a certain kind.
The majesty of strangeness and peace. The entire hall is bathed in a holy light.
It was everywhere, and the space was shining with a light golden and brilliant luster... From some time, the color of the light gradually changed, and it was divided into layers of thick and thin, some as thick as red flames.
But some are as light as the sunset, and this kind of light is superimposed, passing through the sculptures, reflecting those colorful compositions on the floor. The dust rises and falls in the light, shuttles through, making the space full of a kind
Fantasy colors.
Only at the far distance of the sight, the light dimmed a little bit, and at the end, the sight seemed to be unable to pass through, allowing the entire hall to be invaded silently by darkness...
Dong! Dong!
A subtle sound came from that seemingly out of the distance.