Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 162 Behind the Scenes
This space is a completed world.

Darkness and dots of light.

In the center of the wide spherical room where the night sky was blackened, a wooden chair was floating.

Although the shape alone is enough to call it luxurious, the faded appearance of the wood is quite charming, and it does not give people a disgusting sense of luxury.On the contrary, just by existing here, the surrounding atmosphere can be transformed into a more solemn one.

At first glance, it looks like a special seat for a certain prince or nobleman.But if this is the case, this chair should not exude such a strong sense of presence, so strong that even if a head of state sits on this chair, he will be regarded as an accessory of the chair, not the owner of the chair.If ordinary people sit on this chair, they will be swallowed up by the presence of the chair in an instant.

This is a chair that makes one think so.

This space is prepared to praise this chair.

The current situation makes people have to accept this kind of evaluation even if they hear it, but——

The man wrapped in a more solemn atmosphere than the chair was making the back of the chair creak loudly.

"Well……"

If this room is a miniature of the universe, then the man sitting on the chair in the center of the room is surrounded by an atmosphere that can be said to be commensurate with the identity of the owner.

This is an elderly man, about 50 to 60 years old in appearance. Although his beard and hair are white, his waist is straight, and his strong figure is more oppressive than a middle-aged man in his prime. Wrinkles add a touch of vicissitudes accumulated over a long period of time to the elderly, but they do not have the twilight that the elderly should have.

The most impressive thing is the eyes of the old man. It has nothing to do with the color of the pupils, nor any special features. It is just deep and deep, like the starry sky around the old man. You can't see the end at a glance, as if there are countless treasures in these eyes. the mystery.

The old man's name was Kishua Zellich Schubinaug.

In the secular world, fame is not obvious, but in the mysterious world, everyone knows everyone.

The name itself represents a legend. People in the world either admire, or fear, or for various purposes, have given him various titles, the second magician, the highest magician, and the magician. Marshal, Gem Weng, the fourth seat of the 27 ancestors of the Dead Apostles, he is truly a man standing at the top of the mysterious side.

"The axis is wrong."

The old man slid his right finger in the air, causing the celestial bodies reflected on the surrounding walls to rotate.

"Is this polarized light also completely extinguished?"

"Oh, this cut is pretty good."

Afterwards, the pages of the book floating in front of the old man flipped up in response to his movements, recording various "information" in real time.

The title page of the book is painted with strange patterns, as if there are countless concentric circles layered on top of each other, and dense lines radiate outward from the center of the circle.

Some of these lines extend to the outermost circle and continue to diverge outward, while others stop at one layer.

The thickness of the book is about the level of an ordinary encyclopedia dictionary.

It is obviously so huge, but every time the old man slides his finger, thousands or tens of thousands of pages will be produced and then disappeared.

The old man continued this work for a while, and seemed to have discovered something, the old man's fingers snapped.

"Huh? This is—"

The pages of the book that were flipping quickly stopped, and the expression that was originally only slightly fluctuating finally showed obvious changes.

On the opened page, there is a boy who looks like a mixed race of East and West.

The cloak that covers the body, the dark blue curly short hair, and the dark blue eyes constitute the most obvious features of the boy.

There is a red mark in the spare part of the page——Project I experiment subject, number 13.

The old man stared at the boy on the page quietly, motionless, as if the entire spherical space had come to a standstill.

I don't know how long it has passed, it may be a few minutes, or it may be a few hours. In this spherical space, there is no way to know the passage of time.

The old man exhaled slowly, and the stagnant space finally resumed its operation.

"Finally, one experimental subject has made some achievements. In Project I, only three of the thirteen experimental subjects can still be observed. The rest either died prematurely due to accidents, or lost their future due to quantum fixation."

"The soul that the young man who claimed to be from Semuria specially sent, the soul that was not in my plan, is this the variable he found to change the future?"

"Number 13, let me see what you can do, but before that—"

The old man moved his eyes away from the pages of the book and moved to his left hand.

A ring is worn on the thumb of the left hand, and the gemstone on the face of the ring contains powerful magical power.

Accompanied by a burst of magical radiance, a deep, magnetic female voice came from the ring.

"I think it's about time you contacted me, Zellich."

"You are still so sharp, Queen Scathach."

A long-lost smile appeared on the face of the old man, and the laughter passed through the gemstone ring and crossed the barrier of time and space.

"Then you should know why I contacted you."

"About the Third Magic's creation 'The Cup of Heaven'? Or about one of my new disciples?"

"Having both, The Third Magic, and the kid was a try."

There was an inexplicable clang and sadness in the old man's voice. Only Skaha, who had mastered the cause and effect in the world and lived for a long time, could understand that feeling. She didn't say anything more, and went directly to the topic.

"'The Cup of Heaven' is indeed the same as your second magic, it is a power that can affect the world. But only the 'Cup of Heaven' is not enough, it is just power, if there is no magician like you to exercise it, dye it It will be a matter of time to get other colors. If it continues like this, the power of miracles will disappear one day.”

"You're right, that's why you need purification."

Hearing the old man's answer, Scathach let out a soft "Oh".

"It seems that you have grasped some kind of key."

"Yes." The old man nodded calmly, "But I can't directly intervene in this matter. If I interfere too much, the world is likely to be completely determined, so we need to choose a suitable executor."

"There is no need to choose, he can do it."

The old man knew very well that he was referring to the characters on the pages of the book in front of him.

"Are you sure he can? It's not an easy job."

"That's why it's him. He said that he wants to fulfill my wish. If I can't even overcome this obstacle, how can I end my eternity?"

Scathach's attitude let the old man know the answer to another question.

"It seems that I no longer need to ask about his evaluation."

"Let's say it first, you can let him work, but you are not allowed to accept him as a disciple. There is not much difference between becoming your disciple and becoming a cripple. I finally saw a little hope. If you are shattered because of you, you just wait for me The 'stab of extinction'."

"Keep it in mind, Your Majesty Scathach."

The old man's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing. With a wave of his right hand, the red mark on the page changed accordingly——

"The executor of Project H, the subject of Project I—Shinji Matou!"

(End of this chapter)