About two hours later, Heroine's ears suddenly twitched in the water curtain, and then she said to everyone: "I have received the news, Professor Anglo is already on his way."
The arrival of Anglo means that the strings can be plucked. From the results obtained after plucking the strings, one can also deduce what to do next.
After a while, footsteps were heard outside the magic cabin.
With a "click", the door was pushed open. Two people walked in one after another. The one who walked in the front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was meticulously combed, his face was clean and serious, and he was wearing a pair of
He wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed like others, strict and regular. It is worth mentioning that he held a small wooden board in his hand, with a stack of parchment sandwiched on the wooden board, like a lesson plan.
The person walking behind him was a wizard apprentice wearing a black cloak. He was a bit stooped. Everyone glanced at him and ignored him.
"Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information you are searching for now can support the final plucking of the strings?" Douglas stepped forward.
Anglo, that is, the gray-haired man wearing glasses, first bowed to Sanders who was sitting aside, and then said to Douglas: "Your Excellency Huiyao, the current information is still too little. I want to completely change the world."
It’s a bit unlikely.”
"What does Professor Anglo mean?"
Anglo put down the wooden board in his hand and casually opened a few pieces of parchment filled with dense formulas: "The speculated results may deviate from the reality, but I have tried my best and can't analyze anything else. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Douglas teased.
"Unless someone can come out of the outer city, even if it's a familiar, I can get more data before conducting the next stage of analysis." Anglo said.
"If someone could come out, they would have come out long ago. Why wait until now? Besides, as long as they come out, don't we already know what's going on inside? Why do we need to predict it?" A sarcastic voice came from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing a dark black robe, with wrinkled skin and a white beard reaching to his chest walked in.
"Lord Quite." Others saluted, and Angel also stood up.
Only Sanders and Douglas were motionless. Sanders was the strongest in the room. In the wizarding world where strength is paramount, strength is seniority.
Douglas didn't move because he, like Quite, belonged to the three pillars of the Sleepless City. Their strength had also reached the level of a second-level wizard, and they didn't need to be greeted.
"Quite, do you have any insights?" Douglas looked at Quite.
"No." Quite shook his head, but his eyes moved to Sanders intentionally or unintentionally.
He had been to the Nightmare Realm before, so he could feel the aura of the Nightmare Realm in the dark realm. He guessed that there might be a Nightmare Realm passage, but he was not sure, because based on past experience, the Nightmare Realm passage could not last
so long.
If anyone knows the nightmare world best, it is definitely Sanders. Not to mention his nightmare skills, just because of the aura of the nightmare world that lingers around him from time to time, it is impossible for Sanders to be disconnected from the nightmare world.
Therefore, the only thing he can be sure of now is that Sanders must know some inside information.
Unfortunately, he tried many times and asked privately, but Sanders just refused to say anything.
He himself also had some selfish motives and did not want to make his speculation public. Therefore, when faced with Douglas's inquiry, he could only pretend that he had not heard it.
Douglas doesn't expect Quite to have any great ideas. His current hope is still Anglo: "So Professor Anglo, how far can you deduce now?"
Anglo flipped through the parchment on the board quickly, various data formulas reflecting on his glasses, and finally said: "I can pluck the string once and calculate a general direction without specified standards."
Douglas pondered for a moment: "Then...can you estimate the situation in the outer city and whether the future will go in a good direction or a bad direction?"
Anglo thought for a while and said: "This can be regarded as a general direction judgment, but the standards of good and bad are different for everyone. If we judge by the string of the world, it may be based on the quality of the world process, which is good for us.
Yes, it is not necessarily good for the world. Therefore, it is best to add a premise."
"Is it feasible to take the overall interests of Sleepless City as the premise?"
"In other words, what you want to know is whether the Dark Realm is good or bad for the overall interests of Sleepless City?" Anglo thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
After Anglo finished speaking, he directly used the unique technique of the prophecy system in front of everyone: "Plucking the Strings".
The wooden board in his hand turned into countless phantoms in a splendid magic power, and the parchment with the formulas and algorithms recorded on it slowly turned into dust and merged into the phantoms.
In the arrangement of phantoms, everyone felt a strange and huge aura, as if everything in the world was included in the aura.
At this time, arcs of light appeared out of thin air and flashed between Anglo's fingers.
Anglo's fingers kept curling, and some arcs of light were intercepted by him, while others were let go by him, allowing them to flow into the unknown space.
Every time he intercepted an arc of light, a little sweat oozed out from Anglo's smooth forehead. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and a layer of white mist evaporated from his glasses.
When all the light and shadow disappeared, nearly a hundred arcs of light remained between Anglo's fingers.
I saw him exhaling a deep breath and looking at Douglas with tired eyes: "The strings have been plucked, I'm going to start calculating, give me some time."
Anglo took out another piece of parchment and placed it on the wooden board. He took out his quill pen and dipped it into the blood ink. While writing various unknown formulas, he integrated the arc of light between his fingers into the space between the paper and pen.
This process lasted for a long time.
Angel watched with great interest at first, wondering what Anglo could write, but soon he felt his eyes were blurred and he felt a little drowsy.
As soon as Sanders turned around, he saw Angel who was nodding sleepily and couldn't help but look at the Anglo wooden board.
Sanders shook his head in amusement and said to Angel through the psychic belt: "It's better not to read it. You are not in a state of mind and you can't see anything. Forcibly memorizing it will damage your mental power."
Upon hearing what Sanders said, Angel naturally averted his eyes: "Teacher, was that the plucked string just now?"
Sanders nodded: "Yes, the three main divisions of prophecy wizards are currently the River of Destiny, the Wheel of Time, and the String of the World. Plucking the string of the world is to pluck the string of the world for one's own use."
"In addition to these three major divisions, there are also some small factions such as the 'Astral Coordinate Axis', 'The Bell of Questioning', 'Speechless Gods'... and so on. If you are interested in the prophecy system, you can check it out.
The "Crown Star Doctrine" circulated in the Radiant Realm is published every fifty years, and every issue will be revised by factions."
Angel always thought that prophecy was either astrology or divination. Unexpectedly, there were many divisions and factions in the prophecy system.
Sure enough, the deeper you get into the wizarding world and the more knowledge you know, the poorer you feel.
Truth, why is it mentioned again and again by wizards like a god's card? It's not because truth can bring powerful power, but because in pursuit of truth, one must recognize one's own insignificance. Only by knowing how insignificant and poor one is can one be in awe of this world.
everything.
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Anglo was still calculating, and all the wizards in the magic cabin were whispering, some talking about the dark realm in the outer city, and others talking about irrelevant gossip.
Angel was leaning against the window, and together with Toby, they looked at the outer city in the distance in a daze. Angel was praying that Nausicaa wouldn't be inside, while Toby was worried about Grea's safety.
When they were each worried, footsteps suddenly came from behind.
Angel looked back and saw a man with a stooped body and a black cloak walking over.
Angel remembered him as the wizard apprentice who came in with Anglo. However, as soon as he entered the room, he consciously stayed out of the sight of all wizards and silently became a transparent person.
But why did he suddenly come here now?
Angel looked at him, could this person also plan to imitate those wizards and communicate with him?
Just when Angel was thinking wildly, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: "Angel, long time no see..."
Angel suddenly raised his head and looked at the other person with doubts in his eyes.
Judging from his tone, he not only knew his name, but also knew him? But when Angel thought about it carefully, he could not think of anyone with a similar tone to his in his memory.
Faced with Angel's suspicion, the other party smiled bitterly and gently pulled down his cloak.
Looking at the old and thin old man in front of him, Angel was a little stunned.
The face under the cloak was indeed a familiar face, but it was a little different.
Age spots covered his cheeks, and his face was unimaginably haggard. His cheekbones were so high that even through the thin layer of skin, the white bones underneath could be vaguely seen.
Just two years ago, when Angel first met him, although he was very old, he looked very energetic.
In just two years, the other party was still a third-level wizard apprentice. Why did it become like this?
Angel hesitated for a moment and called in a low voice: "Lord Moro?"
The person in front of him was none other than Moro. The reason why Angel was able to enter the wizarding world was precisely because he met Moro.
He also comes from the Old Continent, and his kin is the Meng family, the backbone of the Golden Bird Empire. Not only are they very different from the Pat family where Angel belongs, but they also live on the border and the other in the royal capital, so they have no intersection.
But because of the tea plant "Morning Dew after Rain", Moro was attracted to Pat Manor.
With the help of Moro, Angel decided to embark on the path of wizard. At the same time, the healing ice coffin skin scroll on Jon's mentor was also obtained from Moro's hand.
It can be said that without Moro's guidance, it would have been almost impossible for Angel to enter the wizarding world. In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Moro.
However, he never thought that he would meet Moro here under such circumstances.