This is the cathedral of the Academy of Magic. Asa has never been here before, and he rarely gets close to it. This majestic building exudes a serious and solemn atmosphere that makes him uncomfortable.
Now that he was in this tall building, he could fully appreciate the special power of religion. Even though he had never believed in any gods, he still felt the awe-inspiring solemnity of the surrounding environment.
The dozens of meters high roof and huge interior give people a vast, far-reaching, ethereal and grand feeling. Sunlight transmits from the surrounding and top stained glass and turns into misty light and shadow flowing in the space. The magnificent murals on the walls bring the spirit to life.
The majesty and ambiguity are fully displayed. The sound of the pipe organ fills the air, and it is impossible to tell where this hoarse and heavy tone comes from. It seems that this is an attribute of the sound that is inherent in the surrounding dignified environment. It comes from this awe-inspiring
An illusion naturally occurring in the atmosphere.
Asa very much suspected that the two priests leading the way had received special training in this area. They walked in such a solemn environment without making any sound, as if they had long been accustomed to blending into the surrounding momentum, leaving only the sound of their own footsteps.
It echoed in this empty room, as if it was setting off the majesty around him. Asa felt that he had been shocked by the majesty in this dignified environment, as if he was just an insignificant existence.
The two priests led him through the worship hall and into a long corridor. When he reached the end of the corridor, the priest opened the door and said respectfully inside: "Your Majesty, the bishop has been brought here."
This is a small room, with a small table, two chairs, and bookshelves all around it. Compared with the solemnity and majesty of the church outside, it is so neat and simple that it seems a bit isolated from the world. Only high up on the wall can
Several windows were opened to let in light. Bishop Ronis was next to the bookshelf. He put the books back on the bookshelf and nodded to the two priests and said: "Okay. You guys step back. Close the door and remember not to let other people in."
Come in."
"Yes." The two priests exited and closed the door. All sounds and atmosphere outside were suddenly cut off.
Asaleng was a little nervous at the door. He knew that the person in front of him was someone who was worshiped by everyone in the empire.
"Don't be nervous, sit down." Bishop Ronis smiled at him kindly and pointed to the chair. With his pure white silk robe and thin face, he looked like a hermit who didn't care about the world, blending in with the surrounding people.
The simplicity was very complementary and did not make people feel the slightest pressure. Asa felt a little more at ease and actually sat down. He did not know that according to etiquette, when the bishop stood talking to people, only His Majesty the Emperor could
Qualified to sit.
"This is a room that I had specially built," Bishop Ronis pointed to the surrounding walls. "It is completely soundproofed from the outside, and people outside can't see it. So when there are only two people, you can safely put away those secular rituals.
No worries. I still like to speak without worrying about etiquette. Once there are too many rules, people tend to only pay attention to the rules and forget what they really have to do." His expression was very easy-going, and his tone was not condescending.
His arrogance is not pretentious at all. This casual demeanor mixed with his extremely prominent status makes people more convinced from the heart.
"I heard that you got a leaf of the World Tree?" Bishop Ronis picked up the pot on the small table and poured a cup of tea. He asked in a very casual tone, as if he was just asking someone if they bought a handful of vegetables. "
And then you used it to save another person?" Sandro's tone seemed to be quite fast.
Asa nodded and said: "Yes." He was in a state of confusion. Although he was sure that the bishop would not ridicule him like Sandro, he was also very reluctant to have such a respectable old man blame him. Fortunately, Luo
Bishop Nice just smiled bitterly and shook his head. He looked at him with a little approval and said, "I can see that you are a very kind person." Bishop Ronis handed the cup in his hand to Asa. "Try it.
How about this tea? I made it."
Asa took it and took a sip, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't drink this kind of tea, I just find it very bitter."
Bishop Ronis chuckled and said: "I heard that making tea is an art in some countries. If you can be knowledgeable and profound in this aspect, it must be a very leisurely country." He sat down on the chair next to Asa and said.
"Okay, tell me how you got the leaf of the World Tree. Be more specific. I believe it will be a wonderful story." He looked at it with a smile and expectation, as if it was really just
Waiting to hear a good story.
Bishop Ronis's eyes, which look like he hasn't slept well for a long time, seem hazy at first glance, but once they meet his eyes, you will find that there are two candles shining in the depths of those eyes. The light is not big but there is something.
A burning look. Being stared at by such a pair of eyes makes it difficult to deal with them with a perfunctory attitude.
Asa recounted what he had encountered since meeting the man in red. Of course, he omitted the key points of how he kidnapped the imperial envoy and the local magistrate. As for what the elf elder Kelan said to him,
Because he didn't care at all, and he didn't care about the old-fashioned sluggishness of the elves, thinking that it was just their own wishful nonsense, so even he had almost forgotten it. He simply said that the elves were because of their strange and ancient ways.
What legends and rules prevent him from leaving the forest?
And Bishop Ronis didn't pay much attention to this. He seemed to be very interested in the things about the man in red robe, and asked about every detail from time to time. He had a slight smile on his face, and occasionally nodded with a deeper smile, and occasionally nodded with a smile.
Take a deep breath with a wry smile. The expression on that overly thin face is very vivid, but I don’t know if it’s an illusion caused by his identity or because he already has that kind of temperament, whether it’s calmness or a smile.
It gives people the feeling of wanting to get close, as if there is an indistinguishable majesty in it.
After listening to Asa's narration, he withdrew his gaze and stared at the bookshelf opposite, as if he wanted to reorganize and summarize what he just heard in his mind. Asa did not dare to interrupt, but just watched.
he.
Finally Bishop Ronis withdrew his gaze and asked Asa: "Have you ever heard of the Guild of the Dead?"
Asa nodded. Almost everyone has not heard of this name. It is an association of black magicians who believe in death in a valley called Diya in the southernmost part of the mainland. Legend has it that they eat human flesh, drink blood, and manipulate zombies.
and ghosts are almost synonymous with horror..
"The magician you just said you met in the Whispering Forest is from the Undead Guild."
Asa nodded, he had probably guessed it early on.
"Sandru is also a member of the Undead Guild, at least a long time ago."
"Ah?" Asa was surprised. It was really difficult for him to connect the old man who had lived with him for so long and still wandered on the streets every day with the terrifying monster that was said to eat human flesh and drink human blood. He really didn't expect it, and
Totally unexpected.
"For a long time, because they lacked a real leader, they gradually became a relatively loose organization of magicians, and some were completely divorced from them, such as Sandro. But there has always been a small group of extreme ones among them.
People are determined to cover the world with darkness and death. They have been operating secretly over the years, constantly demagogueing people within the empire, establishing pagan organizations, dividing and shaking people's beliefs. This kind of destruction is the most dangerous. Once faith is
If it collapses, the entire country will also lose control. In history, there have been countless wars and tragedies caused by the madness of faith."
"Do you know what the book is that you lent to Duke Mrak's daughter?" Bishop Ronis suddenly brought the topic to Asa's concern.
"I don't know." Asa found that he felt a little guilty, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting for an adult to judge him. Unknowingly, he had been completely impressed by Bishop Ronis's plain majesty that was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"That's a note left by Archibald, the founder of the Necromancer Guild. It records various magical things he knows in ancient texts. What's more important is that it also records an article that he said was for the Necromancer.
A dark meditation technique created by the leader of the guild."
Asa swallowed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Bishop Ronis didn't pay attention.
"Fortunately, no one has been able to truly practice this kind of meditation for hundreds of years. Most people who dare to practice will be killed by the dark magic power in their hearts when they are halfway through the practice. Twenty years ago, Sande
Lu stole the book. I originally suggested to Sandro to destroy it, but Sandro stubbornly said that it was a great book and I couldn't force him, so I kept it.
Sandro told me that he kept it in a very secret and safe place, so I wasn't worried. I just didn't expect you to find it, and you lent it out without knowing it...
..I am very worried about the dark magician you mentioned taking the leaves of the world tree. If he wants to use the vitality in them to neutralize the backlash of dark magic during meditation, and this thing falls again.
In their hands, the result may be that a King of the Undead will be created. At that time, not only the empire, but also the entire world will be in danger of being swallowed by darkness."
This time Asa didn't silently say it's none of my business. This matter involves himself, and it also concerns the Bishop and Sandro. He respects the Bishop very much, and he doesn't want to be scolded by Sandro, not to mention that this matter is indeed his
Caused by oneself.
"But I don't dare to look for this book in a big way. I suspect that there are already many eyes and ears of the Necromancer Guild in the capital, and maybe there are even many people in high positions who have joined their ranks. If once they
If you know the whereabouts of this book, it is very likely that you will get there before us. So now... I can only ask you to help me with this. Please go get that book back... or... you can just
Destroy it."
"I know you are a very capable young man." Bishop Ronis patted him on the shoulder. "So I believe you can do it, please."
"Yes. I will definitely get it back." Asa stood up and agreed in a firm tone. He hated anyone ordering him, but he couldn't resist the request, not to mention that this was the request of the bishop.
Ronis looked at Asa and nodded with a smile. Suddenly he was startled, as if he found something strange on Asa's face. This surprise was just a fleeting fluctuation, and he immediately returned to his normal state.
He asked with a calm expression and tone: "Young man, where were you born?"
"The Kalendo Basin is the mining area in the southwest of the empire." Asa didn't notice the subtle fluctuations in the bishop's expression.
"Oh." Bishop Ronis smiled and nodded, still looking so calm.
Duke Mulak looked at this incredible scene, took a deep breath, and put down the iron cylinder in his hand.
This is a long cylindrical iron tube with a thick end and a thin end, with a piece of glass at each end. This is a very wonderful thing, probably the invention of a dwarf craftsman. Like all their inventions, there is no
It doesn't have any magic power, but when you look into the small end, you can clearly see the situation far away.
He is now standing next to the window of the attic on the top of a tall building far away from the Magic Academy. This is where he can use this strange thing to clearly see the situation in the Bishop's study from the window.
The Duke now knows very well the preferences, personalities, and habits of all the powerful people in the royal capital, but he knows nothing about the Bishop.
The bishop seems to have no hobbies, no outstanding personality, and no special living habits. So I don’t know what he likes, what he hates, or even what he is doing, so there is no way to follow his likes, let alone
To deal with it. Even though the bishop has never had a political stance and has no obvious preference for anyone, he has always been a very important link in the entire power circle of the royal capital.
Hearing that the bishop had a special private room, the Duke spent enough money to buy a small town to buy this wonderful iron cylinder from a dwarf treasure dealer. Then he spent a few days in the city.
Find a place inside where it can play its role.
Now the Duke would rather spend half of his family property to buy a prop that can hear voices in the distance.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing. Since there is no such thing, it can only be imagined.
What kind of status is enough to not kneel down when meeting the Bishop? To actually be on an equal footing with the Bishop? What kind of relationship can make the Bishop pour him tea? Pat him on the shoulder so intimately?
It was really unexpected. The Duke took a deep breath.