Brakent's excited gaffe has all fallen into the eyes of his colleagues, but these high-level mages who are at least level 12 or above seem to be completely accustomed to it.
Magic is a profound knowledge, so profound that even a person with a long life like an elf cannot fully explore it. Hillia, the strongest magician recorded on the continent so far, is only at level 21. level, but this mentor who has become the spiritual faith of the mages marked the path to a higher level in the manuscript he left behind, becoming a road sign for countless magicians to make pilgrimages. Climbing the peak of magic is not easy. There are unfamiliar spells, complicated theories, dangerous experiments, and boring meditation. Not every mage can make it to the end on this road full of thorns. There are too many things in the world. Temptation has stopped many mages from moving forward, while many others have exhausted their energy and patience on this path.
In order to prevent the pond of their souls from drying up prematurely on this desert-like path of magic, high-level mages all have their own methods of adjusting their mental state to maintain their mental state at its best. Some people choose delicious food, some choose beauty, some are happy and some are sad, and some choose silence that transcends everything, just so that they can take a few more steps on this continent.
Farrakent is the one who chose to be overjoyed. He is not always silent like some mages. On the contrary, he is well-known in legal institutions for being talkative and always showing incredible excitement. Some people even counted Farrakent. The master spends more time in a state of excitement than he sleeps every year, and it is this kind of words and deeds that seem to be too exaggerated and ungrateful in the eyes of the world that maintains Farrakent's spirit and allows him to continue on this boring magic path. I'm still very excited about it.
"Then I won't disturb you for now." Looking at the mage who started muttering to himself again, Glaven felt that he and the others around him were more like magicians in their words and deeds. Chat with the mage.
Although the other mages did not appear to be as out of character as Farrakent, they still sincerely admired what the arsonist had done. In fact, mages were such creatures. Especially for mages who have truly entered a high level and are obsessed with legal research, no matter whether the opponent is friend or foe, as long as they have truly mastered extraordinary magic knowledge, they are worthy of praise.
One of these mages, a tall female mage who looked to be in her thirties, explained the details to Glaven very carefully, especially since the other party had sneaked into the warehouse and paralyzed the protective circle in a very short time. As the female mage spoke, she kept praising the prisoner for being an out-and-out genius.
"Madam~ I would like to ask a question, among the mages who can possess such rich knowledge of magic circles, in your memory are only those mages who can do this?"
Glavin's question made the female mage think deeply. But then the female mage shook her head and did not answer the question directly: "Mr. Glavine, at least in my memory, there are only a handful of great mages in the entire continent who can do this. But I I don’t think these great mages, who are famous in the magic world, would come to the Free City to do such things as thieves and Xiao Mo. This is really disrespectful to the mages┉┉”
"But someone did, didn't they?"
Graven's next words immediately made the female mage look ugly, but the corners of her mouth twitched and she couldn't speak.
Although the mages let Glavine know some details, the identity of the main problem prisoner is still unknown. The only clue now is some materials stolen by the prisoner. The members of the security team can only rely on this clue to conduct searches. , even the underworld in the free city has been assigned informants to keep an eye on the shops that buy stolen goods. As soon as these materials appear, you can immediately lock the opponent.
"Then┉┉In this case, the other party should be at least a high-level magician in his fifties or sixties, and he has a grudge against Sir Phillibos."
On the way back, Glavin was still deducing some of the information he had obtained. According to the previous female mage's story, the prisoner could only master this level of knowledge of the magic circle, at least only when he was middle-aged. Moreover, in order to learn teleportation spells, the opponent's magic level must be at least level ten. Based on various information, it can be inferred that the mage who sneaked into the free city to cause destruction should be a high-level mage of level sixteen or above. Facing such an enemy, the security team may not be able to arrest them even if they find them. If a high-level mage of sixteen or seventeen levels really wanted to fight for his life, he would have the basic strength of a member of the city's security team. At least two digits of human life must be filled in. If not, it may be three digits.
At that time, it is estimated that we will only have to ask the mages from the legal institution to deal with this prisoner. but! Glavin scratched his head. Based on the admiration the magicians had for the magic skills mastered by the prisoners, asking them to deal with and assist in capturing the prisoners would probably turn into a drama of persuading them to surrender and offering high-paying inducements.
Glavine rubbed his temples and added tobacco leaves to his pipe: "A mage with at least sixteen or seventeen magic levels came to the free city to destroy Sir Phillibos's industry. He may even meet someone in the future. There are more destructive actions, and I have to say that Sir Phillibos’ ability to make enemies must be the best in the world.”
obviously. Glavine has already judged that this destruction will never be just that. The other party's deliberate targeting and the notorious reputation of Sir Philiberts mean that this arson is just the beginning, and there will be more in the coming days. There will be more attacks against Felibos, and the other party may even assassinate Sir Felibos. As a slave trader, Philibos was hated by too many people. There are probably enough people on the entire continent who want to kill him to form an army. This makes it impossible to tell what kind of force will send people to destroy Felibos.
The holy capital in the western part of the continent!
The term popped into Glavine's mind, but Glavine soon denied the idea. The western part of the continent is still busy fighting the undead. It is said that a group of undead from the terrible Island of the Dead even broke through the blockade and started fighting with them. The companions have reunited, and now the pressure on the western part of the continent has become greater. Although the Holy Capital in the western part of the continent has always been very critical of Philipbos, apart from supporting slave rebellions and escapes over the years, the Holy Capital has not sent any assassins against Philipbos, and at this juncture, the Holy Capital is even less likely to do so. Personnel were sent to assassinate Philiberts.
At this time, a carriage whizzed past the carriage Glaven was riding in. Suddenly he noticed the silver wing emblem on the carriage. Only then did Glaven realize that the other party was the Silver Wings Chamber of Commerce, which had recently become famous in the free city. As an investigation In addition to official cases, Glaven will also pay attention to some news from the outside. A pair of sixteen or seventeen-year-old brother and sister came to the free city with a few guards and a large amount of money to try to take root here. I really don’t know. It is better to say whether they are brave or stupid.
"So it's already so late?" Looking at the sun that was gradually starting to set, Glaven realized that it was almost dusk.
At this time, there were still businessmen or nobles traveling in carriages, certainly to participate in various seemingly endless banquets and dances. The residents of the middle and upper classes of the free city lived this so-called aristocratic life every day, no matter what happened Nothing can stop their enjoyment. Even though the last slave uprising had even broken into the upper-level area, some nobles and businessmen in safe places still held up their wine glasses and happily treated the battle as a sideshow. As long as they are not involved, the life, death, and wailing of others are not worth a penny in their ears.
This city is so twisted!
When he realized that he had become like a sad saint, Glavin shook his head to eliminate distracting thoughts from his mind. I am just an investigator, and my only interest is to deal with those bizarre cases. Whether this city is evil or good has nothing to do with me. Even if this is a city of demons, the one who punishes it should not be the gods in the sky.
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God!
demon!
Far away from the free city, in the lord's mansion in the Golden Spike territory of the Kingdom of Belrama, the current lord, Salvatore, was lying on the bed and fast asleep. Two naked girls were separated. The attendants on the left and right held Silvado's arms. One of them, a girl with a collar around her neck and an amazingly charming girl, was once the daughter of the charming Duke of Belrama, Mina Kenansi, while the other The girl has some characteristics unique to orcs, such as furry ears and tail. However, these characteristics do not detract from the girl's beauty. Instead, they give her a wildness like a female leopard, making any man who sees her want to crush her. Conquer her hard underneath me.
However, Silvado, who was dominated by two beauties, was not satisfied or happy at all. The sleeping prince seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, and the expression on his face gradually became painful, as if he was struggling back and forth in a dream. A low whine came from his throat. At the same time, some black and red marks that were slowly flowing like blood were constantly emerging from Silvado's body.
Who are you
"Who!? Who is where!!"
In the dream, Silvado answered unconsciously. The surrounding scenery was like a boiling sea of blood. In the rising blood mist, there seemed to be countless sounds of fighting, battle cries, fighting whines, and tragic sounds. The sounds of shouts and clashing weapons were as if he were in the middle of the fiercest battlefield, and countless scenes were pouring into Silvado's mind.
Why were you born
The voice appeared in Silvado's mind again. With the appearance of this voice, Silvado suddenly seemed to wake up. In an instant, Silvado noticed that he was sitting in a palace, holding a hand in his hand. The scepter representing the king's power was looking down at the people escorted by the guards below. (To be continued...)