Kamael twisted his body awkwardly, and the rune armor pieces floating in the air made subtle collision sounds with his movements. However, the strange feeling came and went quickly, and there was no trace of it. Before he could figure out what happened, everything seemed to be back to normal.
To be honest, Kamel has not had this "feeling" for many, many years - since losing his human body, he has lost most of his human perceptions, and instead relies on magic power. With the ability to detect the surroundings, he was not even sure whether what he just felt was an "itch" - this feeling was so far away, so far away that he only vaguely retained such an impression. When it suddenly appeared, he was even startled and thought there was something wrong with his body.
In front of him, Jenny looked quite worried: "Master Kamel, are you really... okay?"
"It doesn't matter, it should just be a new arrival." I felt a little uncomfortable with the magic environment after that, so I just turned around and adjusted my energy flow," Kamel said hummingly, and manipulated his magic power to make the papers on the table filled with formulas and calculation processes float around him. There was admiration and surprise in his voice, "I still can't believe... you can actually sum up these things..."
"Not just me, but also Mr. Ravencase, the wild mage Sir, they laid the foundation, I just summarized it," Jenny corrected seriously, she boldly looked directly at the two jumping arcane sparks on Kamel's head, "The lord once said Words: The truth of the world should tend to be concise and clear. Exploring the truth is everyone's God-given right. People's magical talent should not become a shackles that restrict thinking..."
"A shackles of thinking... Kamel pondered, thoughtfully, "Everyone has the right to think - this is a saying that the magisters of Gondor often talked about, but few would actually extend it to everyone." As humans, we are so accustomed to the fact that only magicians are qualified to explore the truth that we almost forget that... ordinary people can also think."
He looked around at the manuscript papers floating around him. The magical mechanisms that I had seen in the machinery manufacturing plant popped up in my mind, and I thought of the "mortals" who operate the magical mechanisms or even design them. As someone who has studied magic for many years and has experienced the magical civilization of Gondor, Ancient Magister, of course he can realize what these things mean.
Even ordinary people without any magical talent can control the power of magic as long as they have enough knowledge - not only can they use it, but they can even research and invent, and advance technology. develop.
Kamail is a researcher, but this does not mean that he knows nothing about social development and other things. He can imagine how these technologies will affect human civilization, leaving him at a loss. The thing is, he doesn't know whether this influence is good or bad.
“Noble magic, in the end, onlyIs it a tool..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Magic is not noble, it is just a kind of power," Jenny retorted immediately, but shrunk as soon as she finished speaking. Shrinking his neck, "This is what the lord said..."
However, the expected scene of "the ancient magister was furious" did not appear. Kamel just let out a hoarse laugh: "You seem to admire your lord? "
"The lord is a great man," Jenny whispered, "He thinks further than all of us and sees everything..."
"If he firmly believes If this is beneficial to mankind, then I will support him, after all, I have sworn allegiance," Kamel chuckled, neatly placed the manuscripts on the table, and turned to look at Jenny, "Can I take a manuscript back to study? I'm...interested in these things. ”
“Of course! Jenny nodded hurriedly, and was a little surprised at the same time, "I didn't expect you to be... so interested in these things." I thought a great mage like you would be angry after seeing something like this. After all... Treating mysterious magic as a tool is considered deviant behavior by many magicians. My mentor almost killed me for this. . "
"Rebellious... maybe it is," 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 selected from thousands of people, so you The things I'm working on are nothing to me, and I'd love to work on them with you. ”
Jenny lowered her head happily: “Master Kamel, this is my honor. "
"In this field, you are the master," Kamel was very modest in this regard. "Many of the things I have learned are no longer applicable in this era, and it is necessary to learn them again. On the academic road, honor only belongs to those who are capable... huh? ”
“Master Kamel? "
"It's nothing, I was itchy again..." Kamel twisted his body awkwardly and suddenly turned in a certain direction. In that brief moment, he finally sensed the cause of the problem. From what direction does the “itchy” magic wave come from, “Where is that place over there? "
"Over there? There are basically residential areas and warehouses over there..." Jenny was stunned, "Ah, but there is a magic laboratory at the end of the street, which belongs to Ms. Hetty. She should be doing experiments in the laboratory now. ”
“Magic experiment? Kamel's tone was filled with curiosity, "Interesting... I want to take a look." "
...
In the Disobedient Fortress located in the Shadow Realm, the material transportation work has come to an end.
Most of the useful samples and ancient equipment have been Pack the box and transport it to the fortress in the real world through the magic door. It cannot be moved.Most of what was transported was large equipment connected to the main body of the building or pollutants that were clearly harmful and unsuitable for transport to outer space. As the transportation work came to an end, the fortress facility was gradually returning to calm.
Pittman stood on the top floor of the Fortress of Disobedience. The heavy partition wall had been opened. Through the translucent "divine power protection barrier", he quietly stared at the chaotic and chaotic creature outside the barrier. Shattered World, staring at the giant white deer floating among the large pieces of rubble and metal debris.
Soldiers passing by occasionally looked at the old druid curiously. They were surprised that this old man, who was usually never serious, could have such a deep and solemn look, but no one came over to talk to him. ——They are still busy completing the final work in order to leave this strange place as soon as possible.
There are also soldiers who will take a curious look at the body of the giant deer Amorn outside the protective barrier, but they also do not pay much attention to the corpse of this huge creature - only a few people know about this white The truth about the giant deer, and the insiders have been issued a silence order. Now ordinary soldiers have no idea what amazing secrets are buried in this fortress. About this fortress, they are told that it is only a place used to study powerful ancient creatures. It is an ancient research base, and the giant white deer floating in the alien space is a monster that has been dead for many years. This explanation is easier to accept than directly telling them that this place is used for slicing gods.
But Pitman knew the truth about the giant white deer. Gawain told him everything about the "Disobedient" Fortress and the Disobedient Fortress, and even if Gawain didn't tell him, after seeing the giant deer, Deer Amorn moment, Pittman could also understand what it was.
He has been standing here for a long time, staring at the remains of the God of Nature for such a long time. His wrinkled face is tense, and there is no change in emotion, and it is impossible to guess him. What was he thinking 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 the silverware from his arms He built a small altar in front of the dividing wall with discs, oak flakes, blessed twigs and acorns. He lit the oak flakes in the center of the altar and sprinkled a pinch of pollen onto the small mass. Flame, his movements are meticulous, as precise and capable as those Druid priests whose inheritance has not been interrupted three thousand years ago.
There are very few druids in the world today who can master such complete sacrificial movements.
However, the flame in the center of the altar only burned quietly and gradually extinguished as the fuel was exhausted. The God of Nature was right in front of him, but this altar could not evoke even a trace of miracles.
Pitman didn't care about this. He just quietly completed the brief but complete sacrificial ceremony. He watched the things on the altar being completely burned by the flames before he raised his head and looked at the altar. Looking at the white giant deer carcass that shimmered in the darkness, he suddenly showed a smile: "You are lying here. It seems that the God of Nature will never appear again.". "
After saying this, Pittman turned around and left this place without any regrets.
He passed through the disobedient fortress that had been evacuated, and passed through It took a long time for the ancient fortress in the dark mountains to return to the territory. The giant sun was gradually setting in the west. The huge corona shrouded the forest on the west like a golden crown, and in the gradually dimming In the light of day, he saw a group of people leaving the only church in the town.
These should be civilians who had just finished praying. They all had calm and indifferent smiles on their faces, and the one who looked like this was like a man. The berserker-like Priest of Holy Light stood in front of the church, watching the last batch of prayers leave.
Wright had already seen Pittman, a saint with a strange painting style, approaching him. Pastor Guang started to say hello with a loud voice from a distance: "Old man! Would you like to come in and sit down? I still have some unfinished dough! ”
Each piece of the communion cookies distributed by Cecil Holy Light Church is handmade by Pastor Wright. It is firm and indestructible. A handle can be used to cut gold and jade, making it indestructible.
p>So I never finish it
Pitman thought about his teeth and stomach, and felt that as an old man, there was no need to challenge things that young people did not dare to challenge, so he declined. Despite Wright's kindness, he still walked into the church.
"It's rare for you to come here." Pastor Wright lit up the magic crystal lamp in the church and handed a glass of water to Pittman. I'm afraid you are the one who comes to the church the least often in the entire territory - even Miss Amber comes more frequently than you. "
Pittman subconsciously asked: "Did you throw something away? "
Wright was able to continue the topic smoothly: "I really have nothing to lose here, so Miss Amber doesn't come here much recently. "
Pitman was stunned for a moment, then laughed silently. After laughing a few times, he sighed softly: "Are you firm in your beliefs? ”