from Xingyuan

Chapter 480 185. The Magic Tower Library
"Lucitter," Hobbs said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Luciter put down the finished scroll and touched his head, not knowing why.

"Don't you think it's kind of weird?"

Hobbs pointed to the armed students ahead.

Unlike what was promised before, Mordot's picket team did not go to the graduate school immediately. At Mordot's insistence, they went to the magic tower library first, took some magic books from it, and copied Lots of scrolls of attack magic.

"Hobbs, are you suspicious again?" Lucitt asked.

Hobbs said: "According to Mordot, the graduate school is in the city, [-] kilometers away from our school."

"In the current situation, there are dimensional barriers and pioneer soldiers in uniform everywhere, and it will take two days to arrive. During this period, weapons and supplies will always be needed, right?" Lucite felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

"This reason is not a problem, but the behavior of the members of the picket team, in my opinion, is a bit abnormal."

Hobbs quietly pulled Luciter over, and whispered:
"Look at them, obviously the low-level magic scrolls are ready-made, and they are stored in the library. They are useless, but deliberately open the book and copy new ones on the spot."

"Hmm..." Lucite twirled the catfish's whiskers, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe it's because I'm worried about the effect? ​​After all, they all came to the library of the Magic Tower. It must be that the contents of the classic original books stored are the most correct."

"It seems to me that they are secretly recording the content." Hobbs said, took out a book from his pocket, and handed it to Lucitt: "These people probably want to enrich themselves, so you take a few."

Lucite glanced at the cover, "Suleda's Curse Notes", and suddenly broke into a cold sweat:
"Fucking banned books—I'll wipe it, it's a crime, Hobbes."

"Where are there still policemen now? I always feel something is wrong—these people have weapons, armor, and numbers in their hands. If there are more banned books to expand their combat power, do you think anyone will dare to control them?"

Hobbes is flexible in thinking:

"Don't panic if you have a gun in your hand. We call it emergency avoidance at best. If these people do something criminal, we can use taboo spells to stop them."

"But..." Lucite hesitated. "Isn't that good? After all, this knowledge is taboo, and I don't know what risks it will bring. Neither you nor I have taken relevant courses. What if you hurt yourself?"

"Oh, just take it!"

"What are you discussing?"

A member of the picket came over and asked curiously.

"Ah! It's okay!" Lucite was startled, and the banned book in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

The picket looked at him strangely, then looked down: "Huh? You dropped something, I'll pick it up for you..."

Snapped.

Hobbs stepped forward, pressed the cover, grabbed it back first, stuffed it into the bookshelf beside him, and said with a haha:

"It's nothing. It's the first time Lucitt has entered the library of the Demon Tower. This kind of place is usually not open to the public. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak."

"Really? It's normal. After all, our school's magic tower library is the place where the most taboo knowledge is stored in the entire White Candle Star."

The picket was pretty nice, he had a magic pipe in his mouth, laughed a few times, and agreed:

"On weekdays, Dean Nastisha personally takes care of the magic tower, and the magic tower library in other schools is almost the same. Only in rare cases, such as graduation, special research, and strategic laboratory needs, will it be allowed Check out the information here."

"It's so serious."

As Hobbs said, he stepped forward, injected magic power into the pickets, and lit their pipes. The other party immediately glanced at Hobbs with appreciation: "No wonder people call you 'Hobbs the know-it-all', you are really good at it Son."

"Hey, it's nothing, it's nothing, as a junior, it's right to respect seniors."

Hobbs's words sounded good, the senior of the picket team nodded, and said a few more words in passing:
"Let's be honest, we don't know how to go forward. How to say, we have to go through the city to reach the graduate school. At that time, we may encounter more enemies and survivors on the way. After leaving the school, we can It’s dangerous, so why don’t you take this opportunity to collect more knowledge and magic materials—don’t feel bad when you say that, my buddies. The law governs the living, but no matter what, our fate is our own.”

"That's right! Life-saving comes first, senior, you are so right." Hobbs agreed deeply, and nodded all the time: "Speaking of which, senior, after entering the magic tower, I can't find Mo Captain Dort, do you know where he is?"

Lucett was speechless.

"Why, do you have anything to do with him?" The pickets looked at him suspiciously. "The senior said he was looking for a very powerful magic book, that's what his mentor told him."

"Just a little bit of misgiving."

'It seems that Mordot doesn't want others to know his purpose. '

Hobbs rolled his eyes and said lightly:
"Since we are leaving the school, we will definitely face mountains and piles of pioneer soldiers in uniform. What should we do then?"

"Well... I don't know." The picket shrugged: "Anyway, there is the captain of the Epsilon rank, and he is only one step away from the Zeta rank. Just trust Captain Mordot."

"Captain Mordot, you seem to respect him a lot?" Hobbs asked calmly, took out the forbidden spell book, and put it in Lucite's bag.

"That's not true." The pickets got excited when they mentioned this: "Captain Mordot is now a junior, and he has joined the picket team for three years. When the crescent moon attacked the school for the first time, he was on duty in his freshman year. All dead, if you talk about your love for school and your hatred for Waning Moon, he is definitely at the top of the list."

"The first sneak attack by the waning moon..." Hobbs clenched his fist unconsciously, but put on a puzzled look.

"You are newcomers, so it's normal not to know." The pickets sighed: "Actually, the waning moon came to attack our school for the first time three years ago and launched the same sneak attack. It's just not as big as this time."

"I have indeed heard that statement." Lucett noticed Hobbs' eyes, and followed up with the routine: "It just feels like no one in the school cares about it, and there are no commemorative activities."

"Hehe, do you know why?"

The pickets sneered:
"Actually, we killed a lot of people in that sneak attack. Several students I knew were studying at night on campus at that time. As soon as they came out of the study room, they were blew themselves up by sharp soldiers in uniform. The picket team blew themselves up on the spot. More than a dozen were killed in the bombing, and a few others died in the battle with the pioneer soldiers in uniform—I still remember the names of those few friends.”

He took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said quietly:
"Noel Shift, Saclyn Merch, Donnel Petrik, and Lena Yining."

Lucite turned his head and looked to the side: Hobbs just looked ahead calmly, very indifferently.

"That accident was obviously a terrorist attack, but the school forcibly suppressed it."

The picket said coldly:

"White Candle Star has always been known for its safety and reliability. It is the first choice for the civilization of allies to send their children to study abroad. The Supreme Council does not dare to damage the relationship with the allies. The reason is easy to understand. Once they choose to send their children, the school can influence them through education. , to strengthen the foreign students' good impression of the Crystal Tower."

"When they graduate and return to their hometown, they will soon take over from their parents and become local officials, rulers, and group leaders. At that time, they will be closer to the Crystal Tower civilization. Friendly, and even simply became the agent of the comprador and the support of the Supreme Conference."

"The classmates who died were all ordinary people of the Tanas tribe. They were of ordinary origin. They were pickets only to earn more credits, graduate smoothly, and find a job. Such people have no shortage of civilization, and they die when they die. Damn, what the hell...they're such good people who love life."

With that said, he glanced at Lucitt:

"Oh, I'm not talking about you, people like you who rely on knowledge to change their destiny, our civilization has always respected it, I just look down on the master mages of the Supreme Council for doing this, they only see benefits, and there is no human touch."

"It's nothing, I don't care, I hate those people too." Lucite waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

"They are our compatriots, so they will die when they die." Hobbs said: "But if a few outsiders die, it will be a diplomatic accident, so don't dare to neglect."

"This is something that can't be helped..."

The picket sighed:

"After all...we're at war."

"Even if they don't die in the hands of Canyue, at this time, almost all of them will be promoted to the Zeta rank and enlisted in the army. At this time, the more people who support us, the better. We still count on the vassals to fight for us People paid for it."

"The civilization that sent the front line for the Crystal Tower, the civilization that lost its wife's money for our war, the civilization that fought bloody battles for us-these are all in the minority, can you say who is wrong?"

The pickets wanted to continue to say something, but there was a sudden commotion over there.

"Senior Mordot is back!" Silya shouted excitedly: "How is it? Senior? Have you found that powerful magic book?"

Mordot got out from the crowd, with a stack of spell books in his arms, and he nodded to the expectant eyes of others:

"Yes, I've got it."

He grinned at the corner of his mouth, a look of complacency.

"Next, we will live with everyone."

Mordot said in a deep voice:

"The waning moon can't knock us down, now, it's our turn to fight back."

Li Aoz continued to move forward. Along the way, he found a small number of corpses in reproductive clothes. The heads were all destroyed with precision, and the footsteps were many and disorderly. It was obviously a collective action.

"Lucitter and Hobbs probably ran into their own people."

The more people there are, the easier it is to track. Li Aoz didn't think too much, and followed his footprints all the way.

Due to the existence of dimensional barriers, any fast-moving methods such as transportation vehicles and flying become quite dangerous, and a little carelessness may fall into the two-dimensional space.

Li Aoz is no exception - the Higgs force field inside the school still exists, and although he also has the Arcane Energy in his hand, he dare not use it.

It is safest to test the boundaries on foot and find the gaps and gaps between the barriers.

Fortunately, Li Aoz didn't see too many students being two-dimensional along the way, and more people were brutally killed by pioneer soldiers in colonial costumes and died on the street.

Li Aoz was in a hurry and didn't have time to collect the corpses of these students and drag them to a prominent place so that people in the future could see them.

As he was on his way, Li Aoz took out the amulet given to him by the veiled woman before, and asked:
"Jennia, that woman just now seems to know you."

"There are not a few people who know me. After all, I am also a weapon of a legendary demigod."

"Then do you know what this thing is for?" Li Ozi showed the amulet to Jania, and the other party looked at it carefully and let out a little surprise.

"I seem to have seen the text on it... but I just glanced at it briefly, so I don't know much about it."

Jania shook her head:

"But it's definitely not something to hurt you, so take it with peace of mind."

After being confirmed by Jania, Li Aoz was relieved to accept it.

It can almost be concluded that there must be a hidden mission on the veiled woman just now, and it may be related to Jania, similar to the long-term mission of awakening and strengthening artifacts.

It's a pity that his time is too tight and he really doesn't have time. Let's talk about it when we meet in the future.

He glanced at the forum, there were no people in the forum at night, it was sparse, and none of the players from Xinshou Village were online.

The form is still not optimistic.

Li Aoz's advancing speed was very slow, and there was almost no benefit from beheading the pioneers in the breeding outfit along the way, which made him feel a little impetuous. These monsters have almost no value at all, they are completely walking dead that have been transformed and implanted with the arcane mark. After a good fight with Di Yalan, beating these things is like chopping melons and vegetables, and it is still a forced fight, whoever it is will feel irritated.

Fortunately, Di Yalan's condition was relatively stable, and occasionally she babbled a few words in her sleep. Li Aoz fed her some water and milk, and she didn't make much fuss, and didn't cause him any more trouble.

With the passage of time, the world under the barrier of the dimension presents a bizarre and strange appearance.

Under the partition of the Dimensional Barrier, the time and space in many places were separated, and some places were blocked, showing the scene of daytime, but when you bypass the gap, you can immediately see dusk descending, and the setting sun is like blood. I saw the foggy morning—it was obvious that the dimensional barrier didn't explode in an instant.

The sneak attacks of the pioneers in the colony are probably wave after wave, which is also the limit of the waning moon of the Zeta order.

Li Aoz focused on collecting supplies. The school was in chaos, and a large amount of reserve resources had been looted. He did not meet any survivors.

On the contrary, the aura of Lucite's team is getting more and more chaotic.

A few hours later, Li Aoz finally walked out of the school gate and arrived in the city of Trivira.

The burning streets were blocked layer by layer, and the pioneers in colonial costumes searched and looted wantonly in the ruins, and the number was hard to count.

Trivela has become a complete island in the middle of the ocean.

"...is blocked."

Li Aoz scanned around and found that he really had nowhere to go.

A large number of pioneers in colonial costumes have noticed this conspicuous individual, and they are constantly approaching.

The aura of Lucite and the others is just ahead... They seem to be walking towards the graduate school in their position.

When they left, they probably didn't expect that there were still people who could be killed in the school, and they went on a rampage all the way, attracting all the pioneers in agricultural clothes.

"Oh, there's no way."

However, thanks to the fact that these uniforms were gathered outside the school gate, the Higgs force field could no longer interfere and take effect.

Li Aoz rubbed his temples, and the moment he walked out of the school gate, his eyes were instantly covered with long-lost golden halos.

[Sequence Nine: Gravity]

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White Candle star outer space orbit, 'Amaryllis' fortress.

"We have talked many times about strengthening materialist ideological construction and using magic theory of mind. You are all industry experts and education experts. You should understand that at the university level, students are the most vulnerable stage to shake their minds. They have a certain ability to think independently, but they always stubbornly think that only they are unique. This kind of thinking is unacceptable. For the citizens of [society]..."

Minister of Education Balkomon talked about ideas and educational policies on the stage, and all the leaders and professors in the audience were about to fall asleep.

"What age is it, and you are still threatening [society]..." Carl played with information runes, and complained in the group: "Dean Nastisha, what do you think? Decades ago, you personally The enemies of [Secret Society] have been exiled, so is it still necessary to regard [Society] as the number one enemy?"

"I have no comment." Nastisha said in the group chat while taking notes: "In any case, the threat has not been truly eliminated, and the idealism of the Night Butterfly is an absolutely unacceptable trend of thought. Over the years, There are also soldiers on the front line who are shaken by materialism due to post-war trauma and mental illness, and have taken refuge in the matter of Night Butterfly."

Dean Ye Wangnan suddenly said:
"Only losers believe in religion. Our students are full of vigor and positive, and enjoy the dividends of magic every day. In any case, I don't believe that they will believe in that kind of thing. As for [society]—hehe , A person has to fail so much that he will give up everything about himself and become a container for [society] citizens. Our universal education is good enough, and everyone hates [society]. "

"You haven't experienced that era..."

Nastisha said complicatedly:
"120 years ago, [Tailor], one of the councilors of [Secret Society], made a comeback, took her brand new container, and stepped into the land of White Candle Star. Her power was extremely terrifying. It was a strange power that could not be explained by magic. The fate of her life is linked together, and the residents of the city are like marionettes, reduced to her toys... If it wasn't for Miss Weierlia's help, White Candle Star would have died long ago."

"But, that was 120 years ago, right?" Carl said lightly: "The time has passed long enough, and the lifetime of a mortal is only about 120 to 180 years. People don't want to be restrained and controlled. In five years , People will regard the days of freezing and starving as a dream, and forget it after a while."

pat.

The tip of the pen paused, Nastisha raised her eyes indifferently, and looked at Karl:
"What? Are you trying to say that [society] doesn't exist at all, it's just a lie woven by the government, and the real enemy is the Crystal Tower civilization?"

"Is there?" Carl shrugged: "I didn't say that, you can't blame me for thinking so."

"I'm too familiar with your argument." Nastisha said: "People who think they are awakened and sympathetic to those who suffer, spread the dark side of the world everywhere, regard themselves as whistleblowers, and feel that their actions are great , fighting against the whole world—people like you eventually become the leading party of [society].”

Carl sneered: "Oh, my God, Miss Nastisha, patriotism is a business, if you really believe it yourself, then don't blame others for telling the truth and breaking the defense."

"I don't feel the sting, Mr. Carl."

Nastisha said calmly:
"Questioning people's simple emotions and love, ignoring objective facts-only Red King believers who are full of money and interests will think so, Mr. Carl, it seems that I have to report your thoughts as having a tendency to idealism."

"Hohohoho, now wear a traitor hat on me, and you want to rely on me to get 50 Dina? Then slander me as a spy of Yedie? Hehe, only a little pink crystal like you would think so, crystal maggot is Crystal Maggot, be careful of the iron fist of the Supreme Council, you will be the first to hit it."

"Enough! You two idiots!"

The headmaster, Slavinnikov Durgen, couldn't help speaking in the group and stopped the scolding:
"The minister summoned us to go to space to impart experience and remind lessons, not to make the two of you quarrel."

He glared at Nastisha: "If you are really patriotic, you will train the students well, and I will pay you to buy a battleship and go to the front to kill the enemy."

He glanced at Carl coldly again: "As for you, don't worry, men will always be sent to the battlefield first. No one can escape."

Nastisha said:

"Mr. Durgen, you have clearly experienced that battle, and the cruel atrocities of the [Secret Society] are vivid in your memory—"

"120 years ago, I lost 3 brothers in one hour on the White Candlestar Fenris front. You don't need to remind me."

Durgen said indifferently:

"I won't give up my guard against the [Secret Society], but Carl is right, the times have changed, Trivela is now peaceful and peaceful, with Minister Barcomon here, not many people dare to cross him and directly invade us. "

"……hope so."

Nastisha nodded and said nothing more.Carl next to him looked like a victorious rooster, with his chin held high and his arms folded.

"Hey...how could this be?"

Principal Duergen shook his head slightly, and continued to listen attentively.

These two people are confused, do you really think the adults above will think so superficially?Every order of the Supreme Council has been carefully considered, and it must be done in order to avoid more serious problems and interpretations.

These two idiots are still struggling with right and wrong... No matter how you say it, it is very rare to be able to get in touch with a Kappa powerhouse at such a close distance.

Whether it's asking about studying or broadening your network, the so-called "training and learning" is secondary to what they learn. The important thing is that they can show their face in front of a strong man like the minister. Time to say 'I am your student' and come and seek asylum.

But young people are young people, and they perpetually struggle with right and wrong.

But in this world, there is no absolute right or wrong.

"But fortunately, the academy the two are in charge of is just in line with their personalities."

Carl is quick-witted, ingenious, and eloquent, which is just suitable for bringing speculation to those who study the relationship between interstellar civilizations.

Nastisha is brave in doing things, dares to take responsibility, and has a sense of family and country. It is perfect for cultivating practical students of the Magic Applied Academy.

"This intensive training and study time is too long, I really don't know what will happen in school."

After all, there was a hidden item buried in the school.

No matter how secret it is, the news that the fragments of the discerning eye are here will still spread in a small area. If someone infiltrates the school during this period...

"no, I can not."

Durgen glanced at the message rune.

Until now, there has been no abnormal notification in Trivira.

Everything on the ground is normal, and he kind of agrees with Carl's thoughts: times have indeed changed, and the level of danger at [society] will no longer appear.

(End of this chapter)