Chapter 685

The architectural style of Iran's magical world generally originates from the ancient aggressive Shanzhai Empire - Persia, which is undoubtedly the most prosperous period for local wizards.

For this reason, in the area where Iranian wizards live, you can still see a lot of style traces from ancient Egypt, ancient Greece and even Babylon, Cuba.

Of course, it was precisely because the Persian wizards at that time interfered too much with Muggle's political and military forces, which completely aroused the dissatisfaction of the Wizards in the surrounding countries, and finally led to the alternation of dynasties in the Persian Empire, which was almost "rising day and dying night".

Although they are not as cruel to Muggle subjects as people think.

Anyway, that's a thing of the past. No one can tell what happened in those years.

If you want to evaluate today's Iranian magic world, you should focus on the present after all.

For example, at this time, Maka and them are going to the largest pure wizard residential area in the magic world of Iran. In the easternmost part of this street full of yellowish stone columns, round spires and various wall reliefs, a temple palace with typical Greek style is quite eye-catching.

Iran's magic world is a rare magic world in today's magic world, which still has church organizations.

However, different from Muggles, just like Druids, which were popular in the magic world at the beginning, the wizard's church has no so-called divine belief, but only worship ancestors or nature.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the palace surrounded by striped stone pillars, a withered old man wearing a gray robe, a crown and a long staff was sitting on the white carved stone platform, slightly closed his eyes and motionless. If his chest were not still slightly undulating, I'm afraid everyone would think he was dead.

On the left and right sides of the stone platform, more than a dozen wizards in uniform stood with their eyes down, and no one spoke.

Further out, there are outsiders gathered in this hall. Less than half of them are Indian wizards with headscarves and red dots on their eyebrows, while the rest are mostly small scattered people from different countries.

At this moment, it was very dark in the main hall. Only a few braziers on the pillars were burning flames, and the flickering light blurred the crowd in the hall.

But even if so many wizards have gathered here, even if they are basically people they have never met, none of them spoke from beginning to end. Like those believers in the deepest part of the hall, they kept silent all the time, as if they were quietly waiting for something.

Suddenly, the flames in the brazier jumped together, making all the people in the hall raise their heads. In the dim darkness, nearly 200 pairs of eyes turned their eyes to the deepest part of the hall.

"... cough."

On the carved stone platform, the old man suddenly gave a dry cough, which made his whole person tremble. At the next moment, the flames jumped again, as if something was pulling them at the same time.

It was at this moment that the old man's half closed eyes slowly opened.

"Evil... Evil is everywhere... Many great crimes have appeared... Looking for the key... Opening the door... Looking for the... Key..."

The eyes were wandering and the voice was hoarse and distorted, but no one dared to ignore the intermittent words.

Yes, even Maka, who was standing in the shadow outside the temple door, was listening attentively. She didn't even want to miss a word. He was glad that the prophecy was said in ancient Persian, the standard phonetic notation of Sumerian cuneiform. If he said it in Persian, which is popular among modern Iranians, he would not understand a word

Just now, Maka groped all the way here. On the way to the hall, he, lupin and Sirius naturally passed by many wizard guards.

At present, the other two are taking two wizards who look like small leaders to leave here first and run to the uninhabited place outside for inquiry.

Maka went all the way outside the innermost palace and planned to see the situation first.

"It's the so-called 'sin'..." he leaned against the wall and thought silently. "It seems that the one talking inside should be a guy with prophet blood like Professor Trelawney... But the key? The door? What does that mean?"

However, the old man in the depths of the hall was obviously much better than Laurie. At least he is not like the latter, except for his unstable prophecy, he is only fooling people.

Just as Maka chewed those words secretly, there was another cough in the hall, which was much louder than just now.

Then the red flame in the brazier beat for the third time.

"... pain... Incomparably cold edge... A sharp blade that humiliates the soul... Successor of pain! Close... Very close... Very close!"

The old man's dumb voice grew louder and louder, and even almost roared in the end, as if he wanted to cut his voice.

Then, his eyes suddenly recovered, and then suddenly slapped the long stick in his hand on the floor tiles under the stone platform.

"The successor of the dagger of pain... Is outside the temple!"

As mentioned just now, Maka didn't understand what the old prophet said. But as the voice fell, a burst of messy footsteps suddenly sounded in the hall, making it impossible for him to understand.

Because those footsteps obviously came in the direction of the door!

"Found me?" Maka was not too nervous. He was just a little stunned and jumped forward quickly. "The sentence 'the successor of pain is very close'... Does it mean me?"

He suddenly turned back when he jumped into the open space in front of the hall, but he saw that a crack had been opened in the door of the hall. And in the moment he looked at the past, a dark shadow flew out from the crack of the door, so fast that people couldn't see the specific shape.

But Maka clearly sensed that it was also a wizard and had hidden in the shadow behind the stone pillar on the left.

After one figure, another, the same fast and dexterous, one by one, disappeared into a position beyond the sight of all around him. It seems that these guys are going to surround him completely.

At the same time, the main door of the hall has been completely pushed open. A large number of wizards poured out from the inside and stood at the door, crowding each other, with all their eyes on Maka.

But Maka didn't care so much. He was still frowning and meditating. Because a trace of memory is looming in his mind, along with the previous deja vu, constantly stimulating his nerves.

"Oh, it was that time..." he suddenly brightened his eyes. "Yes, the dagger that once buried my emotions... The environment of the night of the assassination was indeed similar to what we see today."

Of course, it's not the same place. Maka still knows that. It's just that the feeling is very similar.

What lit up his memory that was almost left in a corner of his heart was the six black wizards who rushed out of the hall just now. Their speed is unusually fast, but also very familiar to Maka.

"Prophet, won't you come out and explain the situation to me?"

Maka ignored the suddenly tense atmosphere around him. While speaking ancient Persian, his eyes pierced into the darkest depths of the hall door. On the carved stone platform, the old man's body was half visible and half hidden, which made people look unreal.

"Heir, return the pain dagger to me..."

The old man's voice echoed in the empty hall. When it reached the door, it had become blurred, but Maka still barely understood it.

But somehow he said what kind of successor he was, and then without saying a word, he asked himself to hand over the dagger of pain.

He had guessed what the "pain dagger" was - not to mention that he did not have it. Even if the dagger was really in his hand now, would he obediently hand it in?

"Aren't you going to come out?" Marca nodded. "OK, I'll come in by myself."

If you can hear those two predictions today, you can already say that you have made a profit. But if he could pry out another explanation from the prophet, he wouldn't mind spending more time.

As soon as he spoke, he had a magic wand in his hand.

It has to be said that since the events between Voldemort and greenward passed, he rarely used it. In normal life, a long stick is really inconvenient. Maybe it can be used as a crutch when you are old, but now it is obviously not necessary.

When his staff appeared, the six black robed believers hiding in the corner moved immediately!

They are really very fast, but Maka won't be slower than them. After opening the ability of swiftness, a total of seven figures crossed him in an instant. Several cold streamers suddenly appeared and disappeared, followed by a crisp impact sound that was almost practiced.

That's a blade! It is the residual glow of the six sharp blades bathed in the moonlight!

Modern wizards rarely use weapons other than magic wands. However, in ancient times, when the knowledge of goblins to create magic weapons had not been lost, various weapons were also popular among wizards. Even at that time, several wizards were good at making magic weapons.

Of course, up to now, there may be sporadic groups of wizards who can vaguely remember the tradition of using weapons, but the magic weapon has become an extremely rare treasure.

Maka was convinced that all the six sharp blades were ordinary short swords, which were better forged at best. Because the dagger that first touched his staff was broken.