Hearing Jenny's words, Mark seemed a little dazed for a moment, as if he hadn't figured out the situation in front of him, or it might be that the heavily armed Cecil soldiers made this cowardly and timid young man too nervous, so that Time forgot what to say, but Jenny didn't get angry because of this, but repeated it patiently: "Go and tell the instructor, I'm back."
This time, Mark finally reacted: "Ah, ok...but..."
He suddenly hesitated, and the following words were organized several times before he could say: "But the teacher's current state is not very good..."
"Just take me to see him."
"Okay... Jenny."
Mark looked up at the soldiers behind Jenny with some fear, and then moved aside, leaving a door leading to the interior of the magic tower.
Jenny stepped inward, followed by the guarding soldiers. The sound of uniform metal collisions of the magic armor made the young man standing at the door shrink his neck. He seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it went back.
Inside the mage tower, the classic and solemn furnishings are as in memory. A fireplace made with long-lasting illusion is burning in the hall on the first floor. The flame is pale and snowy, reminiscent of ice and snow. The breeze swirls in the hall, dispelling the heat of this season. A shelf made of black-grained wood stands quietly by the wall, and two servants are cleaning the dust on the shelf.
A planetarium is placed in the center of the hall. Driven by magic power, this lightweight and expensive instrument is running automatically, simulating the projection of many stars that are invisible during the day in a small area.
An arc-shaped staircase is located on the opposite side of the hall, extending upwards along the wall. At the same time, there is a half-moon-shaped platform with railings floating inside the staircase, which is moving back and forth driven by magic.
"... The instructor finally got the floating platform device done?" Jenny turned her head slightly and asked Mark who followed.
"Yes," Mark seemed to finally get used to it, and his speech became smoother, "It was done last year, and it took a lot of precious materials."
Jenny nodded, but said nothing more.
She just remembered that at this time, Rebecca should still be leading her research team to try to reconstruct the anti-gravity spell based on elf technology. Let's use a steel plate and a few kilograms of cheap copper, man-made magic spells for that expensive and sophisticated spell. The crystal is realized, and it can rely on a small-scale energy supply device to operate independently. Last time Rebecca said in the magic network communication that she accidentally embedded the experimental product in the ceiling, but they have successfully made the device fly up.
Although it seems that the "flying" is not so stable...
She shook her head, ignored the elevator that was running automatically, but walked towards the familiar stairs according to her familiar memory.
Many of the same familiar faces bowed their heads respectfully as she passed.
These people don't necessarily know Jenny's current identity, or even know the servant apprentice who was not very popular in the past and was thrown out casually to deal with the royal errands, but they at least know the soldiers of the Cecil Legion and their People with a little judgment can tell that a person who is closely guarded by an entire team of soldiers and can come and go in and out of this area at will must be a big shot in the empire.
Mark followed Jenny. After climbing to the third floor of the Mage Tower, the young man whispered, "The mentor is at the magic hub..."
"Hmm." Jenny nodded slightly, and walked towards the secret room where the magic hub was located.
Before the familiar black wooden door, she hesitated for a few seconds, but finally pushed the door open.
In the spacious secret room, the shimmer of magic power rippling between the walls, condensed into a substantial texture like water, poured into the magic pool sunken in the center of the room, a faint magic circle covered the entire floor of the room , densely packed and neatly arranged runes extend from the edge of the magic circle, extending from the wall to the ceiling, and in the center of the entire room, at the focal point of the magic circle, a dry body is leaning against the edge of the magic pool, half One body was soaked in the pool water, and half of the body was prostrate on the ground.
It was almost a mummy, as if thin skin covered a skeleton, a piece of pale hair was disheveled, and the face exposed under the hair was completely unfamiliar to Jenny, only the pair of raised eyes, and It is familiar.
Jenny walked slowly towards the shriveled body.
Humans are really complex creatures.
The knights who stood firm on the city wall were also oppressing the serfs on weekdays;
The earls and viscounts who fought to the death also took the last bit of grain and land from the peasants;
Those who donated all their belongings to support the front line, those who sent all their children to the city wall, those who ran out of oil and died at the nodes of the shield...
They were also masters of the land, masters of serfs, masters of wealth, and... masters of apprentices.
William Borken, a member of the royal mage group, was in charge of guarding the shield node of the western wall. On the fifth day of the city defense battle, he drove all the lower-level mages out of the node hall and tied himself to the node crystal.
Now, he is dying.
Jenny stopped beside the body, slowly bent down, squatted down, and sat on the ground in this mage tower, which had been her seat and bed for many years in her life. .
The shriveled head sensed the breath, and he moved slightly. In a tremor, he slowly opened his eyes and made a hoarse and low voice: "Ah... Jenny... you are here..."
Jenny looked at him quietly: "Mentor, long time no see."
The hoarse voice sounded again, calmer than Jenny expected: "Yeah, long time no see... what are you doing now?"
"The chief rune master of the empire."
"...ah, that sounds good."
"You are dying." Jenny said slowly and clearly, looking into the mentor's eyes.
The shriveled body moved a bit on the ground, its head lifted slightly, and then quickly lowered: "It looks like this... so are you here to enjoy this scene?"
Jenny shook her head slightly, and said word by word: "It is the magic equipment that broke through the crystal cluster army's defense line. They are all based on the Ravencrest constant and rune logic."
She has rehearsed this sentence countless times in her heart to ensure that she will not say a word wrong, and similar words were brewing in her heart as early as a year ago, but when she really had the opportunity to say these words At this time, she found that she didn't have the slightest pleasure, and all she felt was emptiness.
The old mage, whose vitality was almost exhausted, was silent for several seconds before responding in a low voice: "I know, I guessed it when I saw the 'magic net'."
"I didn't come here today to see your end," Jenny stared at the old mage with a low tone, "You owe us an apology from me and Mr. Ravencrest."
The room fell into silence. After a minute of silence, the old mage's voice sounded hoarsely: "It seems that I was indeed wrong..."
He suddenly coughed violently, and after half a minute of coughing, more vitality left his body, making his voice hoarse and deeper: "...but I won't apologize."
Jenny looked at this person who was approaching death every second in surprise, her lips twitched twice: "You..."
"Extraordinary... can't apologize to slaves..." the voice said intermittently, "This is...principle..."
The surprise in Jenny's eyes gradually receded. She glanced up and down at her mentor again, and then the room fell into a long silence again.
A few minutes later, the chief rune master of the empire breathed a sigh of relief, as if letting go of some burden in her heart, she supported herself on the ground with her hands, and slowly stood up
The ground here is still as cool as I remember.
She lowered her head and looked at William Borken: "I see."
Then she turned around, as if preparing to leave just like that.
"Aren't you going to do it?" A hoarse and deep voice came from behind, "This is not difficult for you today."
Jenny didn't look back: "You are already dying."
"But you might feel better that way."
Jenny took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "This is my principle."
"... oh, that sounds good."
"Farewell, mentor, thank you for the two bags of wheat."
Jenny walked out of the secret room, and the soldiers serving as personal guards stepped forward immediately: "Master?"
"Let's go and report to Silver Castle. In addition, after the death of William Borken, this mage's tower was nationalized."
"yes!"
The soldiers quickly responded to the order, while Jenny glanced at Mark, who was nervous and dazed, and several apprentices and assistants who were also nervous and dazed not far behind Mark.
After getting to know the soldiers, they finally fully understood the situation. Some of them are now almost waiting for Jenny to speak with the mentality of waiting for a trial.
"Go to the government affairs office to report later. Whether the era of classical mages is over or not can survive in the new era depends on your own abilities."
Jenny just left such a sentence, then turned around and left this place with the soldiers.
In the secret room where the magic hub is located, the stream of magical magic gradually dimmed and calmed down.
In the gradually dissipating light, the shriveled body soaked in the pool trembled slightly, and began to crack and turn into debris.
After all the debris fell into the pool, a hoarse and distorted voice sounded in the empty room: "I'm... sorry..."
In Silver Castle, Gawain saw Jenny who came from the southern border in the study.
"I thought you would choose revenge," he was quite surprised after hearing the soldier's report, and said to Jenny in surprise at this moment, "or at least... vent."
"I thought about it, but I found that I really don't have such a character," Jenny smiled slightly, shaking her head and said, "For Mr. Ravencrest, these are meaningless, only those roaring magic The guide machine and the formula numbers printed in textbooks are the best commemorations for the dead."
Gao Wen took a serious look at Jenny. On the face of this white-haired girl with a scar on her cheek, all he saw was calmness and indifference. Obviously, a certain haze had left her.
"Since this is your choice, that's fine. William Borken is a lucky man. He died in the old age, which is much luckier than many die-hard nobles who survived the battle of the city," he said. Shaking his head, "Let's not talk about this, sit down, we have a lot of things to do in this city, I want to explain it to you."
Jenny sat down on the high-backed chair next to the desk, with a smile on her face: "I'm ready. Before I came, Rebecca told me that I should bring back as many books about classic spell models as possible. "
Gao Wen thought for a while, recalling the spectacular scene he saw when he walked into the Royal Library and the library of the Mage Association, he smiled and spread his hands: "Then you will definitely get what you want. treasure house."
…
Silver Castle is indeed a treasure trove. In various senses, the accumulation of the Moen royal family for hundreds of years has allowed ordinary people to accumulate unimaginable heritage in this castle. Any storage room in it is enough to make a half from the southern border The elf was dazzled for a moment.
But Amber resisted the attraction of those jewelry storage rooms with her strong willpower (of course, Gawain's deterrence helped her resist the temptation), and now all her attention is immersed in the mountainous and heavy piles of the Moen royal family. Inside the numerous court collections.
In a room deep in the Silver Castle, Amber was rummaging through a large pile of book scrolls, and several officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau and several court scholars were busy with her.
"This is the internal library of the Moen royal family, including the royal family's secret files, as well as the private collections of successive kings," a gray-haired court scholar followed Amber, chattering, "What are you looking for?" If something can't be found outside, it's probably here, but if it can't be found here... then it probably doesn't exist..."
"That can only prove that the collection in this dilapidated place is not complete." Amber looked up at the old scholar, and waved her hand impatiently, "Stop busying yourself at your age, find a place to rest, in case you The university student from the school suddenly slapped me on the wall..."
The scholar backed away helplessly, while Amber continued to rummage among the bookshelves, but after less than half a minute, she suddenly stopped, turned her head to stare at the empty space between the bookshelves, raised her legs about to fly
Before she kicked it out, a figure quickly emerged from the air, and hurriedly dodged aside.
"If you stay a little later, I'll kick it out." Amber glanced at Raven, "What are you doing here?"
"Let me report the situation," Dark Crow stood at a safe distance, and reported to the new boss in front of him, "The list of all Royal Shadow Guards has been sorted out, including everyone's areas of expertise and service experience."
"Okay, just send it to my office. After I go back, I will slowly study the shortage of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Iron Rangers. As long as you retrain well, you can all come in handy."
Dark Crow breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head: "I am willing to obey the order."
Then he looked at the busy scene around him, and couldn't help but ask, "You haven't found what you're looking for yet?"
"Of course, why am I still here?" Amber rolled her eyes, "There are so many, God knows when I will find them..."
Dark Crow thought for a while: "What exactly are you looking for?"
"A surname that is not recorded, a nobleman that no one knows... Probably a nobleman," Amber said casually, "His name is Sally Randolph, a transcendent, but there is no information about this surname."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped touching her chin and stared at the dark crow: "You haven't heard of it, have you? It's not always said in the story, drama or something..."
"Sorry, I haven't heard that name and last name either..." Raven shook his head, but before Amber could roll his eyes, he continued, "But if the man you're looking for is a 'hidden knight'... maybe There will be clues in the secret file of the Royal Shadow Guard."