After three consecutive denials, the black cats jumped into the air, flicked their tails, and ran towards the outskirts of the camp: "You guys are busy, I'm going to patrol... to make sure there are no slugs or rabbit spirits to cause trouble."
He finally decided not to sit around and avoid real trouble.
"Does this magic circle have a name?" Before jumping over the bushes, the black cat suddenly remembered what he had just ignored. He finally looked back at the busy witches and asked curiously.
What answered him was the busy figure of Kolma:
"The key to Zoromon."
…
When the black cat's figure disappeared into the bushes, the two witches finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do you feel that the cat really knows you?" Kolma set up the mahogany rune boards in his arms piece by piece according to the order on the drawing, and asked thoughtfully at the same time: "I always feel that it just
The reaction was a bit excessive.”
"Don't waste time, hurry up." Elena interrupted Kolma, her tone a little annoyed.
Kolma shrugged and did not continue teasing his companion.
Soon, the basic talisman array of the magic array was set up.
"It's much simpler than imagined." Elena, wearing a white mask, used a leaky pot to sprinkle the jar of graphite powder evenly on the base of the magic array, and complained in a low voice: "But I don't know why this kind of thing must be done.
You have to carry it on your back and do it.”
"It is a cat after all, different from us." Kolma replied in a relaxed tone: "Signing the silence contract is a last resort after all. The less it knows about other aspects, the better."
As she spoke, she took out a thick pile of parchment from her arms, shook it in the wind, and unfolded it.
On the parchment is a magic array diagram drawn with dragon's blood ink. Due to time, the originally bright red dragon's blood ink has turned into dark purple, but this has added a bit of mystery to the entire magic array diagram.
.
"Before the cat comes back, we still have at least ten minutes to complete the installation of the base talisman." At some point, a brass-framed monocle hung on the bridge of Colma's nose, and a slender copper chain embellished it.
Connected with the frame and ears, it outlines an elegant arc on her cheek.
She held a fiery red quill in her hand, and the tip of the pen was sliding down the notes on the edge of the parchment, as if she was explaining to Elena, or muttering to herself: "The powerful magic wants to
To be transformed, a sacred space is required. This space is the 'Solomon Magic Array'. It is guided, gathered, and finally transformed through the magic array."
"According to the second theorem of magic, it is a gradual process for high-dimensional power to enter low-dimensional space-time. When the magic array is running, the energy fluctuations between the magic arrays must match, otherwise it will cause energy loss or magic flow.
fail."
"Traditional magic arrays like to use marble as the base, and mithril and fine copper as the tools for magic transmission. But for our magic circle, mithril is too expensive, and the magic transmission effect of fine copper is somewhat insufficient...and
They prefer peat to marble."
"So, what does this have to do with our use of graphite powder?" Elena sighed: "You always like this, talking ramblingly and without focus."
"The key point?" Kolma seemed to have just woken up from a dream, her voice seemed a bit hollow: "The key point is that the graphite powder base perfectly combines the effects of peat and mithril - at least in this magic circle, they
The bonding effect is no stronger than graphite powder.”
"This is really good news." The witch wearing a white mask used a brush to spread the graphite powder that had just been poured on the array little by little in the direction of the array.
Korma said no more, and the camp fell into a strange silence for a while.
I wonder if there is a flaw in the laws of this small world. There is not even a gust of wind here. Silent woods, silent bushes, reptiles and hares driven away by black cats make this world more and more silent. Pale
The sun and moon coated the busy figures of the witches with a layer of silver, like a sculpture solidified by time.
"You never told me where you got that magic array diagram." After smearing the last segment of the array, Elena stretched her body and looked back at Kolma, who was studying the notes on the parchment.
Suddenly he asked: "This is not something that low-level wizards can get... Of course, if you mind, you don't have to answer this question."
Korma turned her face sideways and glanced at the witch wearing a white mask, her eyes a little hollow.
After a long time, her spirit seemed to have recovered from the boundless darkness, and her eyes regained some sparkle.
"No, of course I don't mind." The vice president of the Jiuyou College Student Union whispered, his voice a little hoarse: "Do you know Abdullah Alhassad?"
"That crazy Arab poet?" Elena frowned slightly: "He is not a good mentor... If I remember correctly, he is the descendant of Rehoboam, and has led the Babylonian mages active in Arabia since the seventh century AD.
world. But now, apart from madmen, do the Babylonian mages have any other specialties?"
The Gypsy Witch's complaints were not mean. On the contrary, because the Gypsy Witches had a close relationship with the Babylonian Mages in history, she also made some embellishments in her rhetoric.
In fact, due to the wrong guidance of magic theory, the Babylonian mages have long been deemed corrupt by the Wizards' Council. Their ancient magic, which mainly distorts faith and steals power, has almost been discontinued after the birth of the Dimensional Sect.
No matter how much a wizard likes mysterious power, no one is willing to cast magic at the cost of losing their mind.
After all, people need reason. A person who loses reason can no longer be considered a complete person.
"Abdullah Alhassad wrote a book called "Al-Ajif", which described in detail many indescribable beings deep in the starry sky, as well as the sects that believe in them and the mysterious rituals that communicate with them."
Korma whispered, brushing the edge of the parchment with her fingers, and the page trembled slightly, like the wings of an insect trembling in a thunderstorm:
"When I was reading in the library, I found several fragments of "Al-Aqif" from the title page of an ancient book, including this parchment."
"Based on the coat of arms on the fragment of the page, it can be judged that this magic circle is the product of the sixteenth-century great wizard Dr. John Dee's improvement of the secret contract ritual in "Al-Ajif"."
"As you said, the crazy poets of Arabia are indeed untrustworthy. But Dr. John Dee, I still believe it."
After listening to Kolma's explanation, Elena stared at her for a long time.
"You are really a lunatic." She whispered, and suddenly she thought of something and chuckled twice: "I'm about the same."