Chapter 664

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Chapter 664 of the Sword of Dawn

Hearing Jenny's words, Mark seemed a little stunned for a while, as if he hadn't been able to figure out the situation in front of him - it may also be that the heavily armed Cecil soldiers made this cowardly young man too nervous, As for forgetting what to say for a while, Jenny didn't get angry because of it, but patiently repeated it again, "Go and tell the tutor, I'm back."

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

He suddenly hesitated a bit, and the following language was organized several times before he said it, "But the teacher's current state is not very good..."

"Just take me to see him."

"Okay...Jenny."

Mark looked up at the soldiers behind Jenny with some fear, then stepped aside, leaving the door leading to the inside of the magic tower.

Jenny stepped inward, followed by the guarding soldiers. The uniform 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. went back.

In the mage tower, the classical and solemn furnishings are as remembered. A fireplace made of long-lasting illusion is burning in the hall on the first floor. The breeze swirled in the hall, dispelling the heat of the season, the shelves made of black grain wood stood quietly by the wall, and two servants were cleaning the dust on the shelves.

A planetarium was placed in the center of the hall. Driven by magic, this lightweight and expensive instrument was running automatically, simulating the projections of many stars that were invisible during the day in a small area.

An arc-shaped staircase is located opposite the hall, extending up along the wall, while a half-moon-shaped platform with railings floats on the inside of the staircase, moving back and forth under the drive of magic.

"...The instructor finally got the floating platform device ready?" Jenny turned her head slightly and asked Mark who followed.

"Yes," Mark seemed to finally get used to it, and his speech became fluent. "It took a lot of precious materials to do it last year."

Jenny nodded, but said nothing more.

She just remembered that at this time Rebecca should be leading her research team to try to reconstruct anti-gravity spells on the basis of elf technology - using a piece of steel plate and a few kilograms of cheap copper, The artificial magic crystal is realized,

And let it run independently on a small-scale power supply device. Last time Rebecca said in the magic net communication that she accidentally embedded the test object in the ceiling, but they have successfully made the device fly.

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

She shook her head, ignoring the elevator that was running automatically, and walked towards the familiar staircase according to her familiar memory.

There were many equally familiar faces, bowing their heads respectfully as she passed.

These people don't necessarily know Jenny's current identity, or even know the slave apprentice who was just thrown out to deal with royal errands who didn't have a high sense of existence back then, but they at least know the soldiers of the Cecil Corps and their A person with a little judgment can see that a person who is closely guarded by a whole team of soldiers and who can come and go in this area at will must be a big man in the empire.

Mark followed Jenny, and after ascending to the third floor of the mage 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 located.

In front of the familiar black wooden door, she hesitated for a few seconds, but finally pushed the door open.

In the spacious secret room, the shimmering light of magic power rippled between the walls, condensing into a substantial texture like water, pouring into the magic pool sunken in the center of the room, and a vague magic circle covered the floor of the entire room. , Dense and neatly arranged runes extend from the edge of the magic circle, from the wall to the ceiling, and in the center of the entire room, the focus of the magic circle, a dry body is leaning against the edge of the magic pool, half One body is immersed in the pool water, and half of the body is prostrate on the ground.

It was almost a mummified corpse, as if thin flesh covered a skeleton, a patch of pale hair was scattered in a mess, and the face exposed under the hair was completely unfamiliar to Jenny - only the raised eyes , fairly familiar.

Jenny walked slowly towards the shriveled body.

Humans are really complex creatures.

The knights who stick to the city wall are also squeezing serfs on weekdays;

The counts and viscounts who fought to the death also deducted the last grain and land from the farmers;

Those who donated all their belongings to support the front line, those who sent all their children to the city walls, those who ran out of fuel and died at the shield nodes...

They were also masters of the land, masters of serfs, masters of wealth, and... masters of slave apprentices.

William Boken, a member of the Wang Family Mage Corps, was responsible for guarding the shield node of the Western Wall. On the fifth day of the defense of the city, he drove all the lower-level mages out of the node hall and tied himself to the node crystal.

Now, he is dying.

Jenny stopped next to the body, bent down slowly, squatted down, and sat on the ground—the ground in this mage tower had been her seat and her seat for many years of her life. bed.

The shriveled head sensed the breath, he moved slightly, and in a tremor, he slowly opened his eyes and made a hoarse and low voice "Ah...Jenny...you're here..."

Jenny looked at him quietly "Teacher, long time no see."

The hoarse voice sounded again, calmer than Jenny expected: "Yeah, long time no see... What are you doing now?"

"The Chief Runemaster of the Empire."

"...Ah, that sounds good."

"You're dying." Jenny looked into the tutor's eyes and said slowly and clearly.

The shriveled body moved on the ground, its head slightly raised, and then dropped quickly, "It looks like this... So are you here to enjoy this scene?"

Jenny shook her head slightly, and said word by word, "It is the magic equipment that broke the defense line of the Crystal Cluster Legion, and they are all based on the Ravencrest constant and rune logic."

She had rehearsed this sentence countless times in her mind to ensure that she would not say a single word wrong, and similar words had been brewing in her mind as early as a year ago - but when she really had the opportunity to say these words When she came out, she found that she was not happy at all, and all she felt was emptiness.

The old mage, whose vitality was almost exhausted, was silent for several seconds before replying in a low voice, "I know, when I saw the 'Magic Web', I guessed it."

"I didn't come today to see your end," Jenny stared at the old mage with a low tone, "you owe us an apology—me and Mr. Ravencasse."

The room fell into silence, and after a minute of silence, the old mage's voice hoarsely sounded, "It seems that I am indeed wrong..."

He coughed violently suddenly, and after half a minute of coughing, more life force left his body, making his voice even more hoarse and deep. "...But I won't apologize."

Jenny looked at this man who was approaching death every second with some surprise, her lips twitched twice, "You..."

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

The surprise in Jenny's eyes gradually faded, she glanced up and down her mentor again, and then the room fell into a long silence again.

A few minutes later, the chief rune master of the empire let out a sigh of relief, as if she had put down some burden in her heart. She propped herself on the ground with her hands and slowly stood up—

The ground here is still as cold as I remembered.

She lowered her head and looked at William Berken. "I see."

Then she turned around, as if preparing to leave just like that.

"Aren't you going to do it?" A hoarse and low voice came from behind, "This is not difficult for you today."

Jenny didn't look back. "You're already dying."

"But you might feel better this way."

Jenny took a deep breath and slowly exhaled "This is my principle."

"...Oh, that sounds good."

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

Jenny walked out of the secret room, and the soldier who served as a personal escort immediately stepped forward, "Master?"

"Let's go and report to Silver Fort. In addition, after William Boken's death, this mage tower was nationalized."

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded quickly to the order, while Jenny glanced at Mark, who was nervous and dazed, and several apprentices and assistants who were also nervous and dazed not far behind Mark.

After getting to know the soldiers, they finally fully understood the situation, and some of them are now almost waiting for Jenny to speak with the mentality of waiting for the trial.

"Go to the Government Affairs Office to report later, the era of classical mages is over - whether you can survive in the new era depends on your own abilities."

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

In the secret room where the magic hub is located, the dense magic streamer gradually becomes dim and gentle.

In the gradually dissipating glow, the shriveled body immersed in the pool trembled slightly, and began to crack every inch, turning into pieces.

When all the debris fell into the pool, a hoarse and distorted voice sounded in the empty room "I'm... sorry..."

In Silver Castle, Gao Wen saw Jenny who came from the southern border in his study.

"I thought you would choose revenge," he was quite surprised after hearing the soldier's report, and said to Jenny in surprise at this moment, "or at least... let it out."

"I thought about it, but I found out that I am not such a character," Jenny said with a slight smile, shaking her head, "To Mr. Ravencrest, these are all meaningless, only those roaring monsters are running. Guide machines and formula numbers printed on textbooks are the best memorials to those who have passed away.”

Gawain gave Jenny a serious look. On the face of the white-haired girl with scars on her cheeks, all he saw was calm and indifference. Obviously, some kind of haze had left her.

"Since it's your choice, so be it. William Boken was a lucky man, and he died in the old days, much luckier than many diehard nobles who survived the garrison," he said. Shaking his head, "Stop talking about this, sit down, we have a lot of things to do in this city, and I want to explain it to you."

Jenny sat down on the high-back chair beside the desk, with a smile on her face, "I'm ready - Rebecca told me before I came here that I should try to bring back as many books on classic spell models as possible. ."

Gawain thought for a while, recalled the spectacular scene he saw when he walked into the Wang Family Library and the library of the Mage Association, and spread his hands with a smile, "Then you will definitely get what you want—this is the place to go. A treasure trove."

...

Silver Castle is indeed a treasure trove. In various senses, the accumulation of the Moen royal family for hundreds of years has accumulated unimaginable heritage in this castle - any storage room in it is enough to make someone from the southern border. The half-elf was instantly dazzled.

But Amber resisted the attraction of those jewelry storerooms with sheer willpower (of course, Gawain's deterrence was helping her resist the temptation), and all her attention was now immersed in the mountains of the Moen royal family. Inside the many palace collections.

In a room deep in Silver Fort, Amber was rummaging among a lot of books and scrolls, and several military intelligence officers and several court scholars were busy with her.

"This is the internal library of the Moen royal family, which includes the royal family's secret dossier and the private collections of successive kings," a white-haired court scholar followed Amber, rambled, "What are you looking for? If you can't find something outside, it's probably here, but if you can't find it here...then it probably doesn't exist..."

"That can only prove that the collection of this shabby place is incomplete," Amber looked up at the old scholar and waved his hand impatiently, "You are so old, don't keep busy, find a place to rest, in case you are like this The great scholar slammed past me with a bang, someone had to slap me on the wall..."

The scholar stepped aside helplessly, while Amber continued to rummage among the bookshelves, but after half a minute, she suddenly stopped, turned her head to stare at the empty space between the bookshelves, raised her legs about to fly-

Before she kicked out, a figure quickly emerged from the air and hurried to the side.

"You have to dodge a bit later, and I'll kick out," Amber glanced at Dark Crow, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll report the situation," the Dark Raven stood at a safe distance and reported to the new boss in front of him. "The list of all the Royal Shadow Guards has been sorted out, including each person's area of ​​expertise and service experience."

"Okay, just send it to my office. I'll study it slowly after I go back - the Military Intelligence Agency and the Iron Rangers are both short of people. As long as you retrain well, you can all come in handy."

Dark Crow breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head, "I am willing to obey the order."

Then he looked at the busy scene around him and couldn't help asking, "You haven't found what you're looking for yet?"

"Of course, why am I still here," Amber rolled his eyes, "With so many, God knows when I'll find out..."

Dark Crow thought for a while, "What exactly are you looking for?"

"An unrecorded surname, an aristocrat that no one knows... Probably a noble," Amber said casually. "His name is Surrey Randolph, the transcendent, but there is no information about this surname."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly touched her chin and stopped, staring at Dark Crow, "You haven't heard of it, have you? It's not always said in the story, it's dramatic or something..."

"Sorry, I haven't heard of this name and surname either..." Dark Crow shook his head, but before Amber rolled his eyes, he continued, "But if the person you're looking for is a 'Hidden Knight'...then Maybe there will be clues in the secret dossier of the Royal Shadow Guard."

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