Benjamin was holding this familiar booklet. The pages looked very new, with no trace of having been read several times. It was the "Declaration of Free Magic" that he had stared at the printing factory and inspected with his own hands a month ago.
"How come you have this thing?" he couldn't help but ask.
"When priests started to move around Bianmo City, I asked a friend to go outside to investigate." The man in the wheelchair shook his head and said, "In the end, he came back with this thing."
When Benjamin heard this, he nodded in surprise.
It can be spread all the way to the reclusive mages in the eastern desert. This manual is very popular among mages!
"This shows that there is a market for my ideas." He threw the manual back to the other party and said, "Not all mages are like you. When the church comes, they only dare to hide in the desert with nothing. Do."
"You can ridicule me all you want, but... you actually added the production diagrams of two kinds of magic props in the manual." The man in the wheelchair clenched his fists and suddenly released them, "If the church sees this manual, you know what will happen What's the matter?"
Benjamin shrugged and said: "What else can happen? Hunt down all the mages who have seen it? Isn't this what the church has been doing?"
He didn't understand what the other party was afraid of. The church's goal is always constant, and they will not stop massacring mages just because they stop resisting.
And magic is the innate talent of mages. Even if all the mages of this generation are wiped out, not even a single spell will be left. In the next generation, there will still be people who can realize this ability and spontaneously summon fire and water droplets. When the time comes, they will still stand up and resist.
Benjamin was just doing what a mage should do instinctively.
"But at least, some people still have hope to live." The man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and said slowly, "You may think that there is no dignity in living like this, but living is better than dying."
"Why are you so pessimistic?" Benjamin felt strange. "Why do you think we will definitely fail? Isn't it possible for us to unite and drive the church out of Freden completely?"
"Impossible." The other party was still shaking his head.
"Why do you say that?" Benjamin spread his hands.
"Because I've already tried it!" Finally, the wheelchair man took a deep breath, suppressed some excitement, and said, "In the beginning, I secretly learned how to make magic props, and when I decided to betray from the church, I was like you I did a lot of things. I contacted all the mages I could trust, spread the idea of resisting the church among the people, and wreaked havoc within the church... Do you think I really didn't resist? I tried, but in the end I only ended up like this. A result."
As he spoke, he pulled out a thin book from the side shelf and threw it to Benjamin.
Benjamin frowned and looked at the book.
I saw two big words written on it - Bible.
He was stunned at that time.
Feeling suspicious and confused, he opened the Bible, but was shocked to find that it was exactly the same as the first magic book he got in the Kingdom of Hori.
"When this book has lost its value to you, please give it to those in need. The truth has an obligation to be preserved." He couldn't help but read the first sentence on the title page.
The man in the wheelchair smiled mockingly and said, "Stop reading it. I don't even know what kind of mood I was in at that time to write such words."
"Did you make up this book?" Benjamin raised his head dubiously.
"What else?" The man in the wheelchair turned his face sideways, his tone full of self-loathing, "The people in the Silent Academy have long lost their fighting spirit over the long years. Only guys like me who don't know the heights of the world, Only then can you do such a stupid thing."
"This is not a stupid thing." Benjamin closed the page and argued, "There is nothing more meaningful than this. In a place like Horli Kingdom, it is the books you make up that allow magic and truth to continue to be passed down. "
"And then how many more people died tragically in the pursuit of the church?" The man in the wheelchair asked coldly.
"Then at least... they died with their eyes open."
The man in the wheelchair shook his head: "You are simply unreasonable."
When Benjamin saw this and was about to retort something, suddenly, a voice came from behind him.
"Stop being stubborn, maybe... maybe this young man is right?"
Benjamin turned around in shock.
Behind him, he saw that the door of the room was opened at some point. Men, women, and children, and strange mages one after another, walked in from the outside and piled beside the door. In a short time, they stood as large as a class group photo.
Benjamin was almost startled.
Are these mages... all people living in seclusion in the desert
Counting, there are about thirty mages standing there. They suddenly raised their hands, each holding a familiar black booklet. On the cover of the album is a blue triangle with a short and powerful title - A Manifesto of Free Magic.
At that moment, these mages held up the "Declaration of Free Magic" and silently stared at the man in the wheelchair. The whole picture is like a black and white photo that will be left in a history book, with a solemn power.
Benjamin was stunned, and so was the man in the wheelchair.
"Have you... seen them all?"
The leading mage nodded and said: "Yes. Although you said not to show it to everyone, Ian also got this booklet by chance from outside, and it spread in the desert not long after. You can't stop it. living."
Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair let out a long sigh.
"Ian, this guy, always says that he doesn't go out, but every time there is trouble, it must be caused by him outside." He shook his head helplessly and said.
The leader of the mage looked at the book in his hand and said: "I don't think he caused trouble this time. What's more, this book is much more refined than what you made back then, and the layout is also very reasonable. Look, inside. There are also illustrations.”
The man in the wheelchair held his forehead and was speechless.
Benjamin opened his eyes wide and looked at the group of mages who suddenly appeared, with surprise and joy in his eyes.
"you… "
This group of mages looked at Benjamin and nodded.
"We have all read the book you compiled. It is very well written." The leader of the mage said, "Although I went there for the meditation rules in it at the beginning, those words and the Horli you described What happened to the Kingdom Mage really shocked us.”
Benjamin took a deep breath. This feeling of being flattered made him not know what to say for a while.
When writing this book, he was very worried that it would not spread at all, or that mages were only interested in the knowledge in it and ignored the ideas of rebellion against the church. Therefore, he wrote about the massacre of mages that took place in the Foer Family Theater, hoping that after seeing the mages of Frieden, they would be able to wake up.
Now it seems that all his efforts were in vain.
He suddenly felt very moved.
Spells, meditation rules, formulas... these things attract mages to read this booklet, but the story that can make mages empathize with them allows them to understand the meaning of this seemingly "fake and empty" title.
"There is also this sentence. I like this sentence very much and even engraved it on the wall of my house." Another mage held the book like a child holding a favorite comic book, and turned to a certain Page, with a serious look on his face, said, "Preach the teachings of Hammer and let the church and their bullshit gods go to hell!"
Benjamin burst out laughing.
This was added at the request of the old blacksmith.
At first, he didn't agree because he thought it was too rude, but now it seems... quite useful