About two hours later, Heloline in the water curtain suddenly moved her ears, and then said to everyone: "I have received the news that Professor Anglo is already rushing over."
The arrival of the Anglo meant that the strings could be plucked. From the results obtained after picking the strings, it is also possible to infer what to do next.
After a while, footsteps were heard outside the magic house.
With a "click", the door was pushed open. Two people walked in one after another. The one who walked in front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was meticulously combed, his face was clean and serious, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His clothes are also like others, rigorous and regular. It is worth mentioning that he is holding a small wooden board in his hand, with a stack of parchment on the wooden board, like a lesson plan.
The person walking behind was a sorcerer apprentice wearing a black cloak, and his body was a little rickety. Everyone glanced at him and ignored it.
"Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information we are searching now can support the final pluck?" Douglas stepped forward.
Anglo, the gray-haired man with glasses, first bowed to Sanders, who was sitting on the side, and then said to Douglas: "Your Excellency Huiyao, the current information is still too little, and I want to completely move the world. Strings, a little unlikely."
"What does Professor Anglo mean?"
Anglo put down the wooden board in his hand and flipped open a few pieces of parchment filled with dense formulas: "The results of speculation may deviate from the truth, but I have tried my best and cannot analyze other things. Unless... "
"Unless what?" Douglas lied.
"Unless someone can come out of the outer city, even a magic pet, I can get more data before I can carry out the next stage of analysis." Anglo Road.
"If someone could come out, they would have come out already, so why wait until now. Besides, as long as they come out, don't we know what's going on inside, why do we need to predict it?" A sarcastic voice came from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, an old man in a dark robe with wrinkled skin and a white beard dragged to his chest walked in.
"Lord Quat." Others saluted one after another, and Angel also stood up.
Sanders and Douglas were the only ones present. Sanders's strength is the crown of the present. In the wizarding world where strength is paramount, strength is seniority.
Douglas didn't move because he, like Quitt, belonged to the three pillars of the city that never sleeps. The strength has also reached the second-level wizard, and there is no need to meet.
"Quit, do you have any insight?" Douglas looked at Quet.
"No." Quat shook his head, but his eyes moved to Sanders intentionally or unintentionally.
He had been to Nightmare Realm before, so he could feel the breath of Nightmare Realm in that dark realm. He guessed that there might be a Nightmare Realm passage, but he was not sure, because according to past experience, the Nightmare Realm passageway could not last for so long.
If you know the most about the nightmare world, it must be Sanders. Not to mention his nightmare technique, it is impossible for Sanders to be free from the nightmare world just by the breath of the nightmare world that lingers around him from time to time. So, the only thing he can be sure of right now is that Sanders must know something.
It's a pity that he tried many times and asked in private, but Sanders just didn't want to say it.
He himself did not want to make his guesses public because of some selfishness. Therefore, in the face of Douglas's inquiry, he could only pretend that he did not hear it.
Douglas didn't expect Quat to have any good ideas. His current hope was still Anglo: "Professor Anglo, how far can you infer now?"
Anglo quickly flipped through the parchment on the wooden board, various data formulas reflected on his glasses, and finally said: "I can pluck the strings once and calculate a general direction without a specified standard."
Douglas pondered for a moment: "Then... Can you calculate the situation in the outer city, and whether the future will go in a good direction or a bad direction?"
Anglo pondered for a while and said, "This is a general judgment, but the criteria for good and bad are different for everyone. If we judge by the string of the world, it may be based on the quality of the world's progress, which is good for us. Yes, it's not necessarily good for the world. So, it's better to add a premise."
"With the overall interests of Never Sleeping City as the premise, is it feasible?"
"In other words, what you want to know is, is the realm of darkness good or bad for the City of Sleepless?" Anglo thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes."
After Anglo said, directly in front of everyone, he performed the unique technique of the prophecy department: "plucking the strings".
I saw that the wooden board in his hand turned into countless phantoms in a splendid magic power, and the parchment with the formula and algorithm recorded on it slowly turned into dust and merged into the phantom.
In the phantom arrangement, everyone felt a strange and huge aura, as if everything in the world was included in the aura.
At this moment, arcs of light appeared out of thin air, flashing between Anglo's fingers.
Anglo's fingers kept curling, some arcs were cut off by him, others were let go by him, and let them flow in the unknown space.
Every time an arc of light was intercepted, a little sweat oozes from Anglo's clean forehead. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and a layer of white mist evaporated from his glasses.
When all the light and shadow disappeared, nearly a hundred arcs of light remained between the Anglo's fingers.
I saw him spit out a deep breath, and looked at Douglas with tired eyes: "The plucking is done, I have to start calculating, give me some time."
Anglo took out a new piece of parchment and placed it on the board. He took out the quill pen, smeared the blood and ink, and while writing various unknown formulas, he integrated the arc of light between his fingers into the paper and pen.
This process took a long time.
Angel watched with interest at first, wondering what Anglo could write, but soon his eyes were blurred and he felt a little drowsy.
As soon as Sanders turned around, he saw Angel who kept nodding and falling asleep, but couldn't help but look at the Anglo board.
Sanders shook his head amusingly, and said to Angel through the mental tie: "Don't look at it, your realm is not enough, you can't see anything. Forcing it to memorize will hurt your mental power."
Hearing Saunders say this, Angel naturally narrowed his eyes: "Teacher, that was the plucked string just now?"
Sanders nodded: "That's right, the three main divisions of prophecy wizards are the long river of fate, the wheel of time, and the string of the world. Pluck is to poke the string of the world and use it for your own use."
"In addition to these three major divisions, there are also some minor factions such as 'Astrology Coordinate Axis', 'Ask Bell', 'Silent God'... If you are interested in the prophecy department, you can go to Guangyao The "Crown Star Doctrine" that has been circulated in the world is issued every 50 years, and each issue will undergo faction revision."
Angel always thought that prophecy was either astrology or divination. Unexpectedly, there are many divisions and factions in the prophecy department.
Sure enough, the more in-depth understanding of the wizarding world, the more knowledge you know, the more you feel poor.
Why is truth like a god's main card repeatedly mentioned by wizards, not because truth can bring great power, but because the pursuit of truth requires you to recognize your own insignificance. Only when you know how small and poor you are, will you be in awe of everything in this world.
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Anglo is still calculating, all the wizards in the magic house are whispering, some chatting about the dark realm of the outer city, and some talking about inexplicable gossip.
Angel leaned against the window, together with Toby, looking at the outer city in the distance in a daze. Angel was praying that Nausicaa would not be inside, and Toby was worrying about Greya's safety.
When they were each worried, footsteps suddenly came from behind.
When Angel looked back, he saw a hunched figure who was shrouded in a black cloak walking over.
Ingres remembered him as a wizard apprentice who had come in with Anglo. However, as soon as he entered the room, he consciously stayed out of the sight of all the wizards and silently became a transparent person.
But, why did he suddenly come here now
Angel looked at him. Could it be that this person also planned to learn from the group of wizards to communicate with him
Just when Angel was thinking wildly, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: "Anger, long time no see..."
Angel suddenly raised his head and looked at the other party with doubts in his eyes.
Listening to his tone, he not only knew his name, but also knew him? But when Angel recalled it carefully, he couldn't think of anyone with a similar tone to him in his memory.
Facing Angel's suspicion, the other party smiled bitterly and gently pulled down his cloak.
Looking at the old and thin old man in front of him, Angel was a little stunned.
The face under the cloak was indeed a familiar face, but it was a little different.
Age spots covered his cheeks and his face was unimaginably haggard. The cheekbones are high, and even through the thin layer of skin, you can vaguely see the bones below.
Just two years ago, when Angel first saw him, although he was very old, he looked very energetic.
In just two years, the other party was still a third-level wizard apprentice, why did it become like this
Angel hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Lord Moro?"
The person in front of him was Moro. The reason Angel was able to step into the wizarding world was because he met Moro.
He is also from the Old Earth Continent, and his kin is the backbone of the Golden Sparrow Empire, the Grace family. Not only is it completely different from the Pat family where Angel belongs, but the two are in the border and the other in the capital, and there is no intersection.
But because of the tea "morning dew after rain", Moro was led to Pat Manor.
With the help of Moro, Angel decided to embark on the path of a wizard. At the same time, the healing ice coffin roll on Mentor Jon was also obtained from the hand of Moro.
It can be said that without Moro's introduction, it would be almost impossible for Angel to step into the wizarding world in this life. In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Moro.
However, he never imagined that he would meet Moro here under such circumstances.