It's late at night, in the cave monastery, in the basement.
Smoke with the smell of sulfur flowed out from the furnace continuously, filling the entire room, and in the swaying firelight, various phantoms that seemed to come from hell were transformed.
The mercury flows along the grooves on the ground, forming a complex alchemical matrix. The matrix extended in all directions, even flowing up to the ceiling, and finally converged on the strange "furnace", blending with the strange smoke.
Under the shroud of smoke and matrix, the entire basement has been distorted into a demonic realm that is not in the material world.
The music theory of the forbidden faction is structured vertically and horizontally in the matrix and smoke, continuously drawing power from the ether furnace, replacing the material rules here beyond recognition.
Until the end, the projection of the semi-etheric realm has been formed.
And in Zhengzheng in the basement, the old musician Mandel was playing the mandolin in his arms. The strings vibrated and emitted a strange and vague roar.
The Dinar School has been researching strange creatures in the etheric world for hundreds of years. It is good at the realm of the Forbidden School, and has also opened up a new direction - "Demon Realm Structure".
Because of their research on the etheric world and strange creatures, these musicians are often able to obtain many good things from the unknown beings in the deepest parts of the etheric world.
And a master of the Dinar School must also be a strange scholar, and he will definitely not lack all kinds of precious materials and secret treasures.
In just a few days, based on the basement, he has turned the entire cave monastery into his own "demon realm", like a secondary scepter realm, and he has become the faint master of this area. .
Because of this, he was able to assure Xavier that he would be able to solve the problem of Ye Qingxuan.
But now, this plan is not favored by his companions.
"Things need to be reconsidered, Mr. Mandel."
The young man who looked like a secretary stood in the corner and suggested: "I'm afraid the original plan will no longer work."
"Why?"
Mandel asked without looking up.
"Ye Qingxuan came too fast, this is a variable." The secretary sighed, "So far, all our arrangements have been made while ignoring external influences. Once Ye Qingxuan comes, our previous efforts may have been in vain. The fifth department was created by Maxwell, and here, his words are the rules. If Ye Qingxuan does not intend to change his mind, no matter how strong Xavier's desire for power is, he will not have the courage to compete with Maxwell's will."
"Just a dead man who has long been trapped in the fog." Mandel sneered, "As long as Ye Qingxuan is cleared away, the plan can still proceed."
"Master, please proceed with caution." The clerk dissuaded, "If you mess up, it may not only be difficult to harvest, but also trigger a dying counterattack from Angelo's fifth department. The threat rating of 'Iris' to Ye Qingxuan is Master Level, at least. There are too many things related to this person, and each one is troublesome enough. In addition to Angelou's next sword-bearer, he himself has Lancelot's blood and royal blood, and is related to There is also a profound connection between the nine surnames of the Dragon Vein in the East.”
"Wouldn't that be better?"
Mandel said lightly, "This recruitment operation is the foundation of the Earl's comeback. If we can control him as well, then our next operations in Angelou will be more effective with half the effort."
"It's not that easy."
The secretary shook his head, "You have lived in seclusion in the ethereal realm for so many years, and the world outside has changed too fast. Ye Qingxuan... cannot be treated with common sense."
The sound of the mandolin suddenly stopped.
In the silence, Mandel turned his head slowly and stared at him indifferently.
"Oden, to be honest, I hate Angelou and I hate this place. I'm old. I promised the Earl to help him handle this matter, but I brought a burden like you here, and I wasted time listening. You talk nonsense about how the world has changed. But don’t treat me like a dog like you. Please also make it clear that your job is to do a good job at Wetzel’s place... "
He said coldly:
"-Don't tell me what to do."
The scribe known as Oden was silent and had no objection.
Mandel withdrew his gaze and continued his work. He continuously sprinkled the spices in his hands into the burning furnace, causing the light of the flame to change. With the sound of the piano, it seemed to come alive, and he opened his mouth to make strange sounds.
There were faint creatures singing along with it in the fire, like mice, but if you looked closely, there was nothing there.
Those are all strange creatures in the ethereal world raised by Mandel. These creatures often defy common sense and sometimes cause huge troubles, but in the hands of those who understand them, they are a good help.
Obviously, Oden's words were not in vain.
Although Mandel still didn't care about Oden's weakness, his vigilance and vigilance towards Ye Qingxuan skyrocketed. The older people get, the more they fear death, the more they fear such mysterious young people, and the more they fear capsizing in such an inexplicable gutter.
He returned to the mountain this time for the secret book and precious materials promised by the earl, not for his own life.
After pondering for a moment, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and shook out a few grains of spices that were pressed into incense. He thought for a moment and carefully threw one of them into the ether furnace.
Suddenly, the flames in the furnace skyrocketed, and the fire became more and more strange. Thick smoke spewed out from it, almost exploding the ether furnace, which was obviously an inherited treasure.
In the fire, it was like a group of rats scurrying around, and those strange creatures opened their mouths, using flames as their tongues.
"They walked and walked, and they just kept walking. They were rejected everywhere and wanted to be taken in nowhere."
Strangers in the Fire sang: "No one recognizes them, and people everywhere ask: Where are you from? Who are you? They have no place to live, they are constantly being driven away, and they have no place to complain if they have grievances..."
In the strange singing, the mercury was turned blood red, and the entire basement was shrouded in a miserable white smoke that made it difficult to see even one's fingers.
Oden only heard a series of sounds of broken strings, a crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other, and the tiny sound of broken nails constantly emerging.
Until finally, the hunchbacked old man took off his mortal clothes, revealing his translucent appearance blended into the strange mist. The posture is ferocious, as if stretched out from a nightmare.
Merging the Chant and Summoning factions into one, Mandel revealed his true form.
In his mind, the fragments of self-consciousness that were torn apart, and the animal nature he fed were strange gifts from the etheric realm, and they themselves had the attributes of a natural disaster. And after the body has been transformed by the Psalm School, it is moving closer and closer to the inhuman direction.
The study of natural disasters has never stopped among various schools of thought.
And this is the core movement of the Dinard School.
There is no need to sign a contract with natural disasters to become a black musician. Without any constraints or contract restrictions, you can have inhuman strength and various extraordinary talents.
In the spices and songs, Mandel's body completed a complete transformation, temporarily transforming into a strange creature in the etheric world, a "nightmare" in the mouth of mortals.
He raised his head happily, sucking in the rich fear floating in the monastery, and his body dived into the darkness and disappeared.