Brian woke up the next morning, but he was still tired and exhausted.
He was always able to restore his comfortable "advanced meditation" expertise, but this time he failed to make it work.
After the trip to the elemental plane, he returned to the Mage Tower in Arabé with the female lord Myrcella.
In order to improve the plan, he shared with Myrcella a complete set of arcane runes he mastered.
With the help of arcane runes, they spent almost the whole day in order to gain an in-depth understanding of the structure of the octave, from morning to noon and then to evening.
Faced with the obscure arcane runes and the mysterious minaret, even though Brian had enough energy and rich mysteries, he felt a state of fatigue that was too much of a brain.
This feeling is like solving high-major problems all day, but in the end I only did less than one-third of them, most of them were wrong.
Obviously, in the field of arcane, advanced mathematics questions are the same as the belt of the magic goddess. If you can't untie it, it won't untie it. Even if you tear the test paper apart in extreme anger, it will still not be able to untie it.
For the study of the octave, they did not return to the room with their sleepy eyes until it was dark.
Brian didn't know how the female lord spent the long night, but for him, even when he entered a state of meditation, countless mysterious runes were like nightmare, making him unable to escape.
From this we can see that when you are not strong enough, you can easily get into a trap by jumping too much to study the profound knowledge in unfamiliar fields.
No wonder during the Arcane Empire, many weak arcane artists would fall into madness because they read and studied too many color-resistant scrolls.
Brian secretly wrote down the lesson, patted his groggy head, got up from the bed, and put on his clothes.
Fortunately, the morning light dyed the tulle-like mist red, indicating another beautiful day, which relieved his dull mood a lot.
So he pulled open the curtains and turned to go downstairs.
When he walked into a small living room in the tower, he happened to meet Myrcella. She smiled warmly at herself, but Brian discovered her slightly pale face.
"Didn't sleep well?" he asked subconsciously.
The female lord shook his head slightly and asked back, "Where are you?"
"It's okay, although those mysterious runes are still filling it up." Brian pointed to his unconscious head and smiled, "In addition, I think we'd better talk about your abominable chef. Yesterday's dinner was delicious, but obviously, a few pieces of half-baked hard-headed trout meat were mixed in. I suspect that your cat was secretly making a fool."
"If you are worried." Mycella shook her long, loose brown hair, her mouth slightly raised, and she smiled:
"Then you are welcome to prepare meals for us with magic. After all, you are not only an arcane in the creation field, but also a psychic warlock who is proficient in the creation system. In this way, your 'complaint' skill can be improved again."
Hearing the other party's joking words, Brian suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene that happened yesterday due to a spell mistake, and laughed unconsciously.
He did not deliberately hide the identity of the arcane. In yesterday's research, he was naturally discovered by this super spell who had reached the legendary realm.
However, when Brian smiled and met the beautiful and elegant duchess's eyes, he calmed down for a moment and then returned to his calmness.
"It can be seen that it is not the time to joke." Mycella seemed to remember something. She sighed and began to prepare morning tea, as usual, accurately assembled tea, extracted the water source from the elemental pond, and boiled water.
"It seems that it shouldn't be."
Brian agreed, even though he was complaining about the chef's skills, he was unceremonious to serve himself with hot porridge, Vader rolls, and salami bacon sausage sprinkled with yellow mustard.
"However, there is nothing wrong with that," he added.
Although they gathered four legendary elements giants, the study of the black minaret was not as thorough as imagined, which made the female lord hesitate.
Because once this ritual of condensing magic energy in the semi-plane begins, it is naturally a happy thing if it succeeds, but the consequences of failure are a bit heavy, which is likely to make Fairy Mizuze pay the price of her life.
"Sometimes, it's really not suitable for humor." The female lord also served breakfast for herself, then gently lifted her skirt and sat gracefully opposite Brian.
"Maybe." Brian nodded and responded, not forgetting to eliminate the sausage.
"But happiness never goes against time. Without real joy, the soul will lose its luster and life will be unable to bear the burden. In this way, you will find that you live no differently from the water giant we encountered."
While chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth, he looked up at the female lord opposite him, "Since that's the case, there's no need for me to hide it. I've told Silvali all of our research results... Well, you can think so, I mean letting her make her own choices."
The magic kettle began to whimper, and Myrcella stood up and poured tea for the two of them, "Is that so? How did she choose?"
"You haven't guessed it."
Brian replied, "For them, such as natural creatures, time is not their enemy at all, eternity is, and she is naturally willing to take risks and find a better future for herself."
"But...we aren't it a bit too selfish to do this?" Myrcella handed Brian the teacup, then sat back to her original position, and said softly:
"After all, she is a living life, but for our own research, we have let her take risks, I have thought about it carefully for a long time, and I still think that it is not too late to temporarily suspend this plan and when I have full confidence, it is not too late to perform this ceremony."
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Brian glanced at the female lord with relief, happy that she did not make a blind choice, "So, I have taken measures to prevent failure."
It’s not that he doesn’t want to wait, but that he really can’t wait.
In his impression, the Dragon Bowing Dragon Dance, the Demonic Dragon City and the Shar Church, and the Prince Rebels colluded with the Santalin Society were likely to explode together this year because of his little butterfly flapping his wings.
In this case, Mokou Town will definitely be the first to bear the brunt, so he naturally needs to make sufficient preparations in advance.
After all, his appearance has affected the course of history. Even the dark monarch Glazt of the bottomless abyss gave up his plans for the dark area and focused on the supreme forest on the surface.
Now he seems to be living a comfortable life, but he also knows the truth about being prepared for danger in times of peace. Even his instinctive intuition has vaguely told him that all this is the tranquility before the storm.
After a brief silence, a glimmer of light floated across Myrcella's slightly depressed face.
"Really?" A moving smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly said:
"I've stuck myself in. Actually, I should have thought of this possibility. After all, whether I learned from my good sister Xisaiya or witnessed what you did in Mokou Town, I should believe that you are an arcane who can think about everything very carefully."
"Tell me, what is the method that can protect Silvali's thoughtfulness." She stared at his confident face with interest.
"Soul Crystal." Brian's voice became a little deeper.
"Once upon a time, I got a demon pet from Batto Hell. The true identity of this demon pet is the ruler of Affonus, the commander of the bloody battle of the abyss, and the Grand Duke of Hell. He not only taught me how to control the power of God, but also taught me how to capture the souls of the Devil Duke and save my life."
"This is...unbelievable."
Myrcella opened her mouth in surprise and looked at Brian in disbelief. Her beautiful eyes reexamined for a moment, regained her dignified expression, and slowly spoke, "You have actually made a deal with the devil, and it seems that she has not been affected yet."
"Because when I make a transaction, I have the initiative."
Brian glanced at the blessings he received from the Heavenly Mountain and said calmly, "Even if he tries to backfire the contract, I have a way to deal with him, or forcefully terminate the contract and separate him from him."
"Okay, let's go back to the original topic." He didn't continue on the topic.
"Although we will try to make the semi-plane ritual successful, if the ritual really fails, I can use this method to preserve Silvali's soul. At that time, just let the druids of the Emerald Garden or the God of Nature hold a natural energy conversion ceremony to reshape her body. The only pity is that the divine power in her body is likely to disappear."
"Actually, I still recommend that we thoroughly study the octave and then carry out this ritual that links the four elemental planes. The safest way is." Mycella hesitated for a long time and finally expressed her thoughts, "Authentic, what you gain after success..."
"I don't think so."
Brian put down the spoon stirring the hot porridge, raised his hand to interrupt her words, and calmly analyzed to her:
"The Obelisk is the crystallization of wisdom from the weaver organization research known as the "Interstellar Colonizer". Even the Mither energy core of the Arcane Empire is referenced to the principles."
"You wouldn't really think that just by the few color-resistant scrolls and a set of arcane runes we have mastered, you can really crack the mystery. Well, I believe your talent and think you have this ability, but even if you can really decipher, the long time it takes to take is probably not something that any of us can afford."
"You know, you are a legendary spellcaster who is proficient in the prophetic school. I believe you have already had a premonition of the crisis that the kingdom is about to face, such as... the orcs in the Storm Horn Mountains are ready to move, hidden in the dark monarchs busy weaving conspiracies, and even the ghost city of the Enoak Desert..."
Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, leaving her with time to digest the information, and then continued to say in a slow tone:
"Although our King of Cormier, the wise and powerful Azen V, severely damaged the invaders of the Dragon Coast, he tried to eliminate future troubles in order to capture the prosperous trading port city of Simon in one fell swoop, but his army was deeply trapped in the quagmire of war. This seemingly prosperous surface has long been in the crisis of national destruction."
"Time no longer allows me to wait patiently. I must arm myself as soon as possible to fight against powerful enemies." Brian said firmly:
"Besides, I never believe that this attempt will definitely fail! I believe you will also find that this is not just a search for arcane. If it is really successful, it is a responsibility and joy. The power it brings can even allow you to perform your duties and follow your joy."
His inner intuition told himself that if he succeeded this time, it would definitely be no less than the changes brought about by the invention of a steam engine in the real world.
Brian's earnest words made Mycella feel inexplicably painful.
She suddenly realized that she had been silent just now, staring at Brian's deep and firm eyes until he raised his black brow, as if looking forward to his response.
She looked down at the bowl and stirred her hot porridge.
"In fact, I never like to take on any responsibility. I prefer to learn magic." Mycella sighed, missing the past, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
"To be precise, I love learning, I love everything in the Kingdom of Cormier. I still remember the little songs I hummed while doing my homework, the bright sunshine, the fragrant breath, with books and scrolls, curled up in the corner, studying and practicing hard, and finally mastering the pleasure of magic."
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At this moment, Myrcella seemed to have lost his most familiar grace and become a girl bathed in the sun and studied magic seriously.
"Are you referring to happiness?" he asked softly.
"Yes." She regained her duchess' demeanor and couldn't help but smile and sigh: "After all, it's always so sweet to linger in that past time."
The moment she finished speaking, another memory began to come to Myrcella's mind, and her smile disappeared again.
"What?" Brian discovered this detail and looked at her softly. "In the blink of an eye, the bright sunshine turned into haze."
Although he had been in Arab City for five years, he had never really understood the past of the female lord, nor had he any channels to learn about her past.
Myrcella pursed her lips tightly, "I think... everyone has some past events that linger in my heart, maybe even the gods are no exception."
Brian looked at her sympathetically, "Did you remember some lost loved ones?"
Duchess Myrcella kept stuffing hot porridge into her mouth spoonful of spoonfuls, but the originally delicious breakfast was now like chewing wax, and finally she nodded.
She couldn't help but recall the orc war ten years ago, and the devastated city that appeared before her when she walked out of the Mage Tower.
Obviously, these memories made her feel like she was stuck in her throat, wanting to say something to change the topic, but she didn't know how to tell it.
She always felt that she was a little unwilling to let go of her hands and feet in front of this young arcane, and even could not face him calmly.
"Always do, because each of us has a past." Brian's words interrupted Myrcella's moment of loss of consciousness. He stared at the Dukewoman who was sitting opposite him and having breakfast with him, and said with deep emotion:
"In fact, even myself, there is a woman in my heart. She has... her charming long hair and a noble heart. She is beautiful, profound, and has indescribable powerful power. She even injected the girl's compassion and love into the mission she shoulders..."
In a trance, he seemed to return to the blood-stained city, the dazzling red sunset seemed to struggle to vent his anger and pour out his last aftertaste.
Fortunately for him, the tower at this moment had no blood-red sunset, no falling floating city, no bursting Mither energy core, and no desolate and helpless figure.
Myrcella subconsciously let her eyes avoid Brian.
Although she didn't know who he was talking about, as a legendary wizard who was proficient in the school of prophecy, she always felt that this person was related to her.
This made her dare not continue thinking.
"I didn't expect your love history to be quite rich." She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, regain her calm demeanor, showed a soft smile, and teased with her unique style, "If it continues to develop without restraint, it will probably be comparable to the Supreme Lady of Silver Moon City."
Chapter completed!