Kamel twisted his body awkwardly, and the rune armor pieces floating in mid-air made a slight collision sound with his movements, but that strange feeling came and went quickly, before he could Figured out what happened, and everything seemed to be back to normal.
To be honest, Kamel hasn't had this "feeling" for many, many years. Ever since he lost his human form, he has lost most of human perception. Instead, he has the ability to detect his surroundings with the help of magic. He even Not sure if what he felt just now was "itch". This feeling is so far away, to the point where he only retains such a vague impression. When this feeling suddenly appeared just now, he was even taken aback. Jumping, I thought something was wrong with my body.
Jenny in front of him seemed quite worried: "Master Kamel, are you really... all right?"
"It's okay, it should just be a little uncomfortable after coming to a new magical environment, I can go back and adjust my energy flow," Kamel said buzzingly, and manipulated the magic power to make those formulas on the table The manuscript paper and the calculation process floated around him, his voice was full of admiration and surprise, "I still can't believe...you can sum up these things..."
"It's not just me, Mr. Ravencrest, Mr. Wild Mage, they laid the foundation, I just made a summary," Jenny corrected seriously, and she boldly looked directly at Kamel's head Those two jumping arcane sparks, "The lord once said a word: the truth of the world should tend to be concise and clear, exploring the truth is everyone's god-given right, and human magical talent should not become a shackle that restricts thinking..."
"The shackles of thinking..." Kamel pondered, thoughtfully, "Everyone has the right to think. This is a sentence that the magisters of the Gondor era often talked about, but few people really put it Extending to everyone, we are used to the fact that only magicians are qualified to explore the truth, so that we almost forget...ordinary people can also think."
He looked around at the manuscripts floating around him, and at the same time, he couldn't help thinking of the magic mechanisms he had seen in the machinery manufacturing plant before, and thought of those "mortals" who operated magic mechanisms and even designed them. For many years, the ancient magister who has seen the magic civilization of Gondor, of course he can realize what these things mean.
Even ordinary people without the slightest magical talent, as long as they have enough knowledge, they can control the power of magic not only for use, but also for research and invention, so as to promote the development of technology.
Kamel is a researcher, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything about social development. He can imagine how these technologies will affect human civilization, but what makes him at a loss is that he doesn't know This effect can be good or bad.
"Noble magic, is it just a tool in the end..." He couldn't help talking to himself.
"Magic is not noble, it's just a kind of power," Jenny retorted immediately, but she shrank her neck as soon as she finished speaking, "That's what the lord said..."
However, the expected "ancient magister was furious" scene did not appear, and Kamel just let out a series of hoarse laughter: "You seem to admire your lord?"
"The lord is a great man," Jenny whispered. "He sees farther than all of us think..."
"If he firmly believes that doing so is beneficial to mankind, then I will support him, after all, I have sworn allegiance," Kamel chuckled, putting the manuscripts neatly on the table, and turning his head to look To Jenny, "Can I take a manuscript back to study? I'm very interested in these things..."
"Of course!" Jenny nodded hastily, and at the same time was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so interested in these things. I thought a great magister like you would be angry after seeing this kind of thing, after all … the use of occult magic as a tool is so outrageous to many magicians that my mentor nearly killed me for it."
"Is it deviant... maybe it is true," Kamel sneered softly, "but do you know what I did back then?"
Jenny shook her head honestly: "I... don't know."
"I have done more deviant things," Kamel said lightly, "all of us are...we are the most deviant researchers who have been selected by thousands of people, so these things you are studying are very important to me. Nothing at all, and I'd be happy to study them with you."
Jenny lowered her head happily: "Master Kamel, this is my honor."
"In this field, you are the master." Kamel is very modest in this regard, "Many things I have learned are no longer applicable in this era, and it is necessary to learn them again. On the academic road, honor is only Belonging to those who can... eh?"
"Master Kamel?"
"It's nothing, I'm itching again..." Kamel twisted his body awkwardly, and suddenly turned to a certain direction. In the short moment just now, he finally sensed the magic wave that caused him to "itch". In what direction, "what's the place over there?"
"Over there? There are basically residential areas and warehouses..." Jenny was stunned, "Ah, but there is a magic laboratory at the end of the street, which belongs to Ms. Hetty, and she should be doing experiments in the laboratory right now. "
"Magic experiment?" Kamel's tone was curious, "Interesting... I'm going to take a look."
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In the rebellious fortress located in the Shadow Realm, the material handling work has come to an end.
Most of the useful samples and ancient equipment are packed into crates and transported to the fortress in the real world through the magic gate. Most of the untransportable ones are large equipment connected to the main body of the building or have been clearly harmful and are not suitable for transportation to Contaminants in outer space, and as the handling work draws to a close, the fortress facility is gradually returning to calm.
Pittman stood on the top floor of the rebellious fortress, and the heavy partition wall had been opened. Through the translucent "divine protection barrier", he quietly watched the chaotic and broken world outside the barrier, and watched the floating world. The giant white deer among the rubble and metal wreckage.
Soldiers passing by occasionally looked at the old druid curiously. They were amazed that this old man who was never serious could have such a deep and solemn appearance, but no one came to talk to them. They were busy finishing the final work. It is my job to get out of this weird place as soon as possible.
There are also soldiers who will look curiously at the corpse of the giant deer Amoen outside the protective barrier, but they also do not pay too much attention to this huge biological corpse. Only a few people know the truth about this giant white deer, and those who know have already After being given a gag order, ordinary soldiers now have no idea how amazing secrets are buried in this fortress. Regarding this fortress, what they get is just an ancient research base for studying ancient and powerful creatures, and it is floating in a different space. It is easier to accept the explanation that the white giant deer in the movie is a monster that has been dead for many years than telling them that this place is for the gods to make slices.
But Pittman knew the truth about the giant white deer. Gawain told him everything about the "rebellious" fortress and the fortress of disobedience. Pittman could see what it was, too.
He has been standing here for a long time, just staring at the remains of the God of Nature for such a long time, his wrinkled face is tense, no change in emotion can be seen, and it is impossible to guess what is going on in his heart. It wasn't until there was no one around that he sighed softly: "I'm really dead..."
Then he silently took out a silver disc, oak flakes, blessed twigs, and acorns from his bosom, and built a small altar in front of the partition with these things. He lit the oak flakes in the center of the altar, Sprinkling a pinch of pollen on the small flame, his movements were meticulous, as precise and capable as those druid priests whose inheritance has not been interrupted three thousand years ago.
Nowadays, there are very few druids in the world who can master such a complete sacrificial movement.
However, the flame in the center of the altar was only burning quietly, and gradually extinguished as the fuel was exhausted. The God of Nature was right in front of his eyes, but this altar could not evoke even the slightest miracle.
Pittman didn't care about this, he just finished the short but complete sacrificial ceremony silently, watched the things on the altar being completely burned by the flames before raising his head, and looked at the white shimmering light in the dark The giant deer carcass, he suddenly showed a smile:
"You are lying here, and it seems that the God of Nature will never appear again."
After saying this, Pittman turned around and left the place without any hesitation.
He passed through the rebellious fortress that had been evacuated, passed through the ancient fortress in the dark mountains, and it took him a long time to walk back to the territory. The huge sun has gradually set in the west, and the huge corona is like a golden crown. Over the forest on the west side, and in the dimming sky, he saw a group of people leaving the only church in the town together.
These should be civilians who have just finished praying, with peaceful smiles on their faces, while the priest of Shengguang, who looks like a berserker, stood in front of the church door, watching the last batch of prayers leave.
Wright had already seen Pittman approaching him, and this strangely painted Priest Shengguang greeted him loudly from a distance: "Master! Come in and sit down? I still have some unfinished bread! "
Every piece of communion cookie distributed by Cecil Holy Light Church was made by Pastor Wright himself.
So it never ends.
Pittman thought about his teeth and stomach, and felt that as an old man, there was no need to challenge things that young people dare not challenge, so he declined Wright's kindness, but still walked into the church.
"It's rare for you to come here," Pastor Wright lit up the magic spar lamp in the church, and handed a glass of clear water to Pittman, "I'm afraid you are the only one who comes to church the least often in the whole territory, even Miss Amber comes more often than you .”
Pittman subconsciously asked, "Is there anything missing?"
Wright was able to continue the topic smoothly: "I really have nothing to lose here, so Miss Amber hasn't come here much recently."
Pittman was stunned for a moment, then laughed silently, and then sighed softly after a few laughs: "Are you firm in your faith?"