Chapter 664： People come

When I heard Jenny’s words, Mark seemed a bit worried at first. It seemed that he had not been able to figure out the situation at hand. It was also possible that the heavily armed Cecil soldiers made this somewhat weak and timid young man so nervous that he Time forgot what to say, but Jenny was not angry, but patiently repeated it again: "Go tell the mentor, I am back."

This time, Mark finally reacted: "Ah, ah... but..."

He suddenly hesitated, and the language behind it was organized several times before he said: "But the mentor is not in a good state..."

"Take me to see him."

"Good... Jenny."

Mark looked up with a dreadful look at the soldiers behind Jenny, then flashed to the side, leaving a doorway to the inside of the Magic Tower.

Jenny stepped in and the guarded soldiers followed, and the metal collision of the magic armor made the young man standing at the door shrink his neck. He seemed to want to say something, but he still swallowed. Go back.

In the Master Tower, classical and solemn furnishings are like memories. A fireplace made with long-lasting illusion is burning in a hall. The flame is reminiscent of the pale white of snow and ice. The breeze swung in the hall, dispelling the heat of the season, the black-grained wooden shelves stood quietly on the wall, and the two slaves were cleaning the dust on the shelves.

A star-like instrument is placed in the center of the hall. Under the driving force of the magic, this light and expensive instrument is running automatically, simulating a lot of star projections that are not visible during the day in a small area.

A curved staircase is located across the hall and extends up the wall, while a half-moon-shaped platform with railings floats inside the steps and is moving back and forth under the magical drive.

"... Did the mentor finally fix the floating platform?" Jenny turned slightly and asked Mark, who was following in.

"Yes," Mark seems to have finally adapted to it, and his speech has flowed smoothly. "Last year, it took a lot of precious materials."

Jenny nodded, but didn't say anything more.

She just remembered that Rebecca should still lead her research team to try to reconstruct anti-gravity spells based on the wizard technology. Use that expensive and sophisticated spell with a piece of steel and a few kilograms of cheap copper, artificial magic. The crystal was realized and allowed to operate independently on a small-scale power supply. Last time Rebecca said in the Magic Newsletter that she accidentally embedded the test piece on the ceiling, but they had successfully let the device fly. It is.

Although it seems that "flying" is not so stable...

She shook her head, ignored the elevator that was running automatically, and walked toward the familiar ladder in accordance with familiar memories.

There are many faces that are equally familiar, and she bows her head respectfully as she passes by.

These people do not necessarily know Jenny's current status, and may not even know the servant apprentice who was not too high in the past and was thrown out to deal with the royal errands, but they at least knew the soldiers of the Cecil Army and them. The equipment, a little discerning person can see that a person who is strictly protected by the whole team of soldiers and who can enter and exit at will in this area must be the great figure of the empire.

Mark followed Jenny, and after boarding the third floor of the Master Tower, the young man whispered: "The mentor is at the magic hub..."

"Yeah." Jenny nodded slightly and walked to the secret room where the magic hub was.

In the familiar black wooden door, she hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end she pushed the door open.

In the wide chamber room, the magical glimmer of light swayed between the walls, condensing into a water-like physical texture, poured into the magic pool in the center of the room, a vaguely magical array covering the ground of the room. The densely run runes extend from the edge of the magic array, extending from the wall to the ceiling, and in the center of the room, the focus of the magic array, a dry body is leaning against the edge of the magic pool, half The body is soaked in the pool water and half of the body is on the ground.

It was almost a dry corpse, as if the thin flesh was covered on a shackle, a pale hair was messy and scattered, and the face under the hair was completely strange to Jenny, only the eyes that were lifted up. Be familiar.

Jenny walked slowly toward the dry body.

Human beings are really a very complex creature.

The knight who clings to the wall is also crushing serfs on weekdays;

The princes of the Earl, who did not retreat, also detained the last bit of food and land from the hands of the peasants;

Those who donate their homes to support the front line, those who send all their children to the city wall, and those who have died at the shield node...

They are also the masters of the land, the masters of the serfs, the masters of wealth, and the masters of the servants of the servants.

William Bacon, a member of the Royal Family, was responsible for guarding the West Wall Shield. On the fifth day of the Battle of the City, he drove all the subordinate mages out of the node hall and tied himself to the node crystal.

Now, he is dying.

Jenny stopped at the body, slowly bent down, kneeling down, sitting on the ground in the mage tower, and for her many years of her life, she had been her seat and bed. .

The dry head felt the breath, and he moved slightly. In a trembling, he slowly opened his eyes and made a hoarse voice: "Ah... Jenny... you are here..."

Jenny looked at him quietly: "Guide, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The hoarse voice rang again, more calm than Jenny expected: "Yeah, I haven't seen it for a long time... What are you doing now?"

"The empire chief rune."

"...ah, it sounds great."

"You are dying." Jenny looked at the mentor's eyes, slowly and clearly.

The dry body moved on the ground, the head lifted slightly, and it quickly fell down: "It looks like this... So you came to appreciate this scene?"

Jenny shook her head slightly and said in a word: "It is the magical guidance equipment that breaks through the defense of the Crystal Cluster. They are based on the Ravenkes constant and the rune logic."

In this sentence, she has practiced countless times in her heart to ensure that a word is not wrong, and similar words are brewed in her heart a year ago, but when she really has the opportunity to say these words. At the time, she found that she did not have the slightest pleasure, only the emptiness felt.

The old mage, whose vitality is already exhausting, has been silent for a few seconds before responding in a low voice: "I know that when I saw the 'Magic Net', I guessed it."

"I am coming today, not to see your end," Jenny stared at the old Master, with a low tone. "You owe us an apology to me and Mr. Ravenkes."

The room was silent, and after a minute of silence, the old Master’s voice hoared: “It seems that I am really wrong...”

He suddenly coughed up violently. After half a minute of coughing, more vitality left his body, making his voice more hoarse and low: "...but I will not apologize."

Jenny looked at the accidental person who was approaching death every second, and her lips squirmed twice: "You..."

"The extraordinary... can't apologize to the slave..." the voice said intermittently, "This is... principle..."

The surprised surprise in Jenny's eyes gradually receded. She once again looked up and down at her mentor, and then the room was once again in a long silence.

A few minutes later, the chief of the empire, the gentleman, was relieved, as if he had put down a heavy burden. She held her hand on the ground and slowly stood up.

The ground here is still as cool as the memory.

She looked down and looked at William Bacon: "I know."

Then she turned and seemed to be ready to leave.

"Are you not doing it?" The hoarse voice came from behind. "This is not difficult for you today."

Jenny didn't look back: "You are already dying."

"But then you may be better off."

Jenny took a deep breath and slowly spit out: "This is my principle."

"...Oh, it sounds great."

"Farewell, mentor, thank you for the two bags of wheat."

Jenny walked out of the Chamber of Secrets and the soldier who was a close guard immediately stepped forward: "Master?"

"Let's go, go to Silver Fort. In addition, after William Bocken died, this Master Tower was nationalized."

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded quickly to the order, and Jenny looked at the face of a nervous and awkward mark, as well as several equally appreciative apprentices and assistants not far behind Mark.

After learning with the soldiers, they finally fully understood the situation, and some of them are waiting for Jenny to speak almost at the heart of waiting for trial.

"After going to the Office of Government Affairs, the era of the classical wizard is over whether you can survive in the new era and see your own skills."

Jenny just left such a sentence and turned and left the place with the soldiers.

In the secret room where the magic hub is located, the magical stream of hustle and bustle gradually becomes dull and gentle.

In the glow that gradually dissipated, the dry body soaked in the pool trembled twice, and began to crack and turn into debris.

When all the debris fell into the pool, the noise of deafness sounded in this unmanned room: "I am... sorry..."

In the Silver Fort, Gao Wen saw Jenny from the South in the study.

"I thought you would choose revenge," he said after he heard the soldier's report. He said to Jenny in surprise, "or at least... let it go."

"I used to think about it, but I found that I was not such a character," Jenny smiled and shook her head. "For Mr. Ravenkes, these are no longer meaningful. Only those who roar and run." The guiding machine and the formula numbers printed on the textbook are the best commemoration for the deceased."

Gao Wen took a look at Jenny carefully. On the face of the white-haired girl with a scar on her cheek, he only saw calmness. Obviously, some kind of haze had already left her.

"Since this is your choice, it would be fine. William Boken is a lucky man. He died in the old days, which is much more fortunate than many diehard aristocrats who survived the battle of defending the city." Shaking his head, "Don't talk about this, sit down, we have a lot of things to do in this city, I want to explain to you."

Jenny sat down on the high back chair next to the desk with a smile on her face: "I was ready before Rebecca told me to ask me to bring back some books about classic spell models. ”

Gao Wen thought about it and recalled the spectacular scene he saw when he walked into the library of the Wangjia Library and the Masters Association. He smiled and opened his hand: "There will be a place where you will definitely get what you want." treasure house."

......

Silver Fort is indeed a treasure house. In all senses, the accumulation of the Moen royal family for hundreds of years has made this castle a land of unimaginable heritage. It is enough to make a storage room from the south. The elf instantly picks the eye.

But Amber resisted the attraction of the jewelry storeroom with great willpower (of course, Gao Wen’s deterrence was helping her resist the temptation), and her current attention was immersed in the mountainous and heavy mountain of the Moen royal family. A large collection of court books.

In a room deep in the Silver Fort, Amber was rummaging between a pile of book scrolls, and several officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau and several court scholars were busy with her.

“Here is the internal library of the Moen royal family, including the royal secret file, and the private collection of the kings,” a white-haired court scholar followed by amber, whispering, “What you are looking for If something can't be found outside, it's probably here, but if you can't find it here... then most of it really doesn't exist..."

"That can only prove that the collection of this broken place is not complete," Amber looked up at the old scholar and waved his hand impatiently. "If you are so old, don't follow it, find a place to rest, just in case you are like this." The university squatted and smacked, someone didn’t shoot me on the wall..."

The scholar reluctantly retreated to the side, and Amber continued to rummaging between the bookshelves, but just after half a minute, she suddenly stopped and turned to stare at the empty space between the bookshelves, lifting her legs. I have to fly a foot

Before she went out, a figure quickly emerged from the air and hurriedly flashed aside.

"You have to flash a little later, I will go out," Amber swept the dark crow. "What are you doing?"

"I will report the situation," the Dark Raven stood outside a safe distance and reported to the new boss in front of him. "All the Royal Shadow Guard's directory has been compiled, including everyone's areas of expertise and service experience."

"Okay, it will be fine to send it to my office. After I go back, I will slowly study the lack of military information and the steel cavalry. If you retrain, you can come in handy."

The dark crow sighed slightly and bowed his head: "I will obey the order."

Then he looked around at a busy scene and couldn't help but ask: "You haven't found what you are looking for?"

"Of course, or am I still here," Amber rolled his eyes. "So many, God knows when I have to find..."

The Dark Crow thought for a moment: "What exactly are you looking for?"

"An unnamed surname, a nobleman who no one knows...probably a nobleman," Amber said casually. "His name is Surrey Randolph, the extraordinary, but there is no information about this surname."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped her chin and stared at the dark crow: "You shouldn't have heard of it? The story doesn't say that, what dramatizes..."

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this name and surname..." The dark crow shook his head, but before Amber rolled his eyes, he continued, "But if the person you are looking for is a 'secret knight'... Maybe there will be clues in the secret film of the Royal Shadow Guard."