Chapter 50

"Is there any other defensive magic on this tower?" Marca couldn't help thinking.

But obviously, the next moment he found himself wrong.

When the fire dragons approached the tower again and began to dive towards this side. However, hundreds of thin red beams suddenly appeared under the high tower. They looked quite dense and shot away at the fire dragons in the form of parabola, drawing red arcs in the air.

For a time, the fire dragons began to avoid in a panic, but the number of those magic beams was too much, and the density was not ordinary. They couldn't escape at all. The dozen fire dragons fell one by one like dumplings and smashed them into the woods on the island.

Soon, they flew up again, looked at the red halo gathered around the tower, and left in dismay.

Maka quickly put out her head and looked under the tower, and immediately saw those small figures on the ground.

"Elves?" Maka was really surprised this time. "It's hard to imagine how grand the scene was when ancient wizards conquered these elves... I remember some ancient books mentioned that there were a lot of elves at that time!"

For those gifted intelligent magical creatures, using natural abilities is almost as simple as eating. It is no wonder that every war launched by those intelligent magical creatures will cause a great turbulence in the magic world.

"Not to mention the current state of domestic elves, the magical power that ancient wizards could completely conquer this creature was really desirable! Compared with these more life oriented spells now, the gap is really..."

Maka looked at the cheering of the elves below, but her heart was eager for powerful ancient magic.

He didn't do anything else, just wanted to see with his own eyes what the mystery of those ancient magic was - it was the mentality of a theoretical researcher.

It has to be said that after Maka obtained the volume of truth, his desire to explore magic theory is rising rapidly. Although he was originally interested in magic, there was a trace of abnormality in his increasingly vigorous desire.

However, this anomaly was not obvious, and even Emma's vigilance did not find it at all.

After repelling the incoming fire dragon, the elves moved in an illusion and left. Maka looked back at the cup of black tea on the table, thought about it and took a sip.

Tea is warm and tastes very good. Unfortunately, he has no research on black tea. Quan should be used to quench his thirst. He drank it up in a short time.

"Would you like to try it? It tastes good." Marca looked back at Willie who was still standing by the window.

After a break, Maka saw that the elves didn't mean to come back, so she decided to continue to search other rooms.

It's just that Muggle wizards always complain that most of their buildings are unreasonable!

There are surprisingly many rooms on the third floor, and most of them are used as laboratories. There is almost nothing useful in it except a large number of bottles and cans. Even the medicine bottles on the wall cabinet are mostly empty, but they are neatly arranged there.

Some rooms are surprisingly empty. It seems that magic such as traceless extension spell has been cast in them, and there is nothing in the room. It looks empty and strange.

But on the whole third floor, there is a room that is particularly different.

It seems to be a very ordinary small restaurant here, but as soon as Maka went in, she immediately found something special - this is a room with a strange spell.

Although he and Willie could walk around, nothing could be touched by them. When you reach out, you will only pass through the place that should be an entity, as if everything here is just an illusion. This makes Maka have to think about what the meaning is.

"It seems to be here," thought Marca, "but what's the secret here?"

He and Willie strolled around here at will for two times, but they didn't get any results. Even if he sees something valuable, what's the use if he can't touch it?

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Maka felt something wrong.

The surrounding space... No, the surrounding objects are changing! Whether it is the dining table, chairs, or the surrounding closets, and even the blank portraits hanging on the wall, are gradually becoming distorted. The distortion is not large, but everything has been slightly deformed.

Seeing this, Maka could not help frowning. He was about to pull out his wand to test, but the surroundings changed again!

It's not a small move this time.

Around me, with Marca and Willie as the center, a large number of characters and symbols suddenly appeared! They appeared everywhere in the space of the restaurant out of thin air, emitting a faint golden fluorescence and rotating slowly around them.

If you leave aside the situation, the scene looks very beautiful.

To Maka's surprise, unlike the regular runes on the volume of truth, he has basically seen those symbols.

Just before, in order to analyze the regular runes on the volume of truth, he almost searched all kinds of ancient texts and books. Some are magic texts widely circulated in the magic world, and some are non magic texts obtained from Muggle archaeology.

Now, he can even distinguish from the surrounding characters, which are hieroglyphs from ancient Egypt and which are Sumerian cuneiform

The nearest to him is undoubtedly the 22 Phoenician characters floating in front of him.

They are a kind of symbolic writing recorded in Muggle world. It is said that they are the origin of European letters. According to Muggle archaeologists, they were created by Phoenician merchants in 1000 BC.

"What does that mean?" Marca looked around and lost her mind for a moment.

But even without a clue, he gradually realized that this might be another puzzle left by roina. The bronze Eagle said that he was asked to come and get something, and the breakthrough was obviously in front of him.

As time passed, Maka changed from standing to sitting, with notebooks and feather pens in her hands. He seems to be fascinated by writing and drawing on paper. Obviously, he has entered the state of research.

On one side, Willie seemed very calm.

Although she was also attracted by the wonderful symbols for a while, she soon turned her attention to Maka. She sat quietly on one side of the floor and looked at Marca in a daze.

No one knows what she is thinking. Maybe she is not thinking anything, just sitting in a daze.

In this dreamlike space, time seems to have no meaning of existence. For a time, it was surprisingly quiet here. Only the rustling sound of Maka from time to time proved that there were still living people here.

The sky outside gradually darkened and the afternoon passed quietly. In the darkening room, only a lot of symbols are left, and they are still floating slowly in the air, emitting a faint light.

Soon, Maka stopped his hand. He took out a bottle of condensing sand and shook it. A soft white light burst out in the bottle, illuminating the whole room like day.

This is an improved version of the shimmering sand he used in the beating willow tunnel. Although it is still a slightly prepared material, the brightness and persistence have been greatly increased. It's just that the additive material of this thing is a little expensive. It's as stingy as Maka. I don't want to use it more. After all, the number of times of use is limited.

He put aside the bottle containing the frosting sand, then turned around, took some food out of his suitcase and handed it to Willie.

"Here, are you hungry?" Marca smiled. "I'm sorry, I easily forgot the time when I started studying. If you're sleepy, I have a sleeping bag."

Willie took the food and looked at it. It was some cakes bought in Italy. They looked very exquisite. Without saying a word, she peeled off the package and began to eat.

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to talk, Maka had to take out her sleeping bag and lay it flat on the floor.

Willie finished the cake in her hand, shook her head slightly, refused the second one handed by Marca, then moved her ass and sat on the sleeping bag, as if she was ready to continue in a daze.

"Don't you want to do anything else?" Marca asked. "You can continue to read the herbal notes I gave you."

Willie nodded slightly, but did not move.

"What's the matter?" Marca said curiously.

"Mom said she needed a rest after dinner," said Willie calmly.

Marca looked at her subtly and sighed that she was worried.

He put three or two bites of the cake in his hand into his mouth, then clapped his hands, and then focused on his notebook again.

With the further study, he finally found a clue in the order of a large number of symbols around him. He found that the 22 Phoenician characters closest to him had various connections with other ancient characters around them. But if we further consider it, the connection becomes specious.

"According to Muggle research, Phoenician characters are originally summarized and evolved from hieroglyphics and cuneiform. It is natural that they are related. But..."

"Can it be said that these 22 Phoenician characters are not the original?" Marca frowned, and the gear called thinking was rotating rapidly in his brain. "Since this is the puzzle left by Roy Na for the holder of the volume of truth, that is to say..."

Makaton paused, then patted his head like a sudden enlightenment and lifted the quill again.

He compared the various characters in front of him and began to try to compare and restore the 22 Phoenician characters in front of him according to his own understanding.