Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 592 Encountering Moro Again
About two hours later, Heloline in the water curtain suddenly moved her ears, and then said to everyone: "I have received the news that Professor Anglo is already rushing over."

The arrival of Anglo means that the strings can be plucked.From the results obtained after picking the strings, it is also possible to infer what to do next.

After a while, footsteps came from outside the magic house.

With a "click", the door was pushed open.Two people walked in one after another. The one who walked in front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was combed meticulously, his face was clean and serious, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.His attire is just like everyone else's, strict and orderly.It is worth mentioning that he is holding a small wooden board with a stack of parchment sandwiched in his hand, like a teaching plan.

The person walking behind was a sorcerer apprentice in a black cloak, with a slightly stooped figure. Everyone glanced at him and ignored him.

"Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information I'm searching for can support the final string?" Douglas stepped forward.

Anglo, that is, the gray-haired man wearing glasses, first bowed to Sanders who was sitting on the side, and then said to Douglas: "Your Excellency Huiyao, the current information is still too little, and I want to completely shake the world. String, a bit unlikely."

"What does Professor Anglo mean?"

Anglo put down the wooden board in his hand, and flipped through a few parchments filled with dense formulas: "The speculative results may deviate from the truth, but I have tried my best, and I can't analyze anything else. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Douglas asked.

"Unless someone can come out of the outer city, even a magic pet, I can get more data before I can proceed to the next stage of analysis." Anglo said.

"If someone could come out, they would have come out a long time ago. Why wait until now. Besides, as soon as they come out, don't we know what's going on inside? Why do we need to predict?" A sarcasm came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in a black robe, with wrinkled skin and a white beard that stretched to his chest, walked in.

"Master Quite." Others saluted one after another, and Angel also stood up.

Only Sanders and Douglas remained motionless.Sanders' strength is the crown in the field. In the wizarding world where strength is paramount, strength is seniority.

Douglas didn't move because he, like Quite, belonged to the three pillars of the city that never sleeps.The strength has also reached the second-level wizard, and there is no need to greet him.

"Quite, do you have any insight?" Douglas looked at Quite.

"No." Quite shook his head, but his eyes shifted to Sanders intentionally or unintentionally.

He had been to the Nightmare Realm before, so he could feel the breath of the Nightmare Realm in that dark realm.He speculated that there might be a passage to the nightmare world, but he was not sure, because according to past experience, the passage to the nightmare world could not last for such a long time.

If one knows the Nightmare World best, it must be Sanders.Not to mention his nightmare technique, just because of the nightmare aura lingering from his body from time to time, it is impossible for Sanders to break away from the nightmare realm.Therefore, the only thing he can be sure of now is that Sanders must know something inside.

It's a pity that he tried many times and asked privately, but Sanders just didn't want to say it.

He himself did not want to make his guesses public because of some selfishness.Therefore, in the face of Douglas' inquiry, he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

Douglas didn't expect Quite to have any insight. His current hope is Anglo: "Professor Anglo, how far can you infer now?"

Anglo quickly flipped through the parchment on the wooden board, various data formulas reflected on his glasses, and finally said: "I can pluck the string once, and calculate a general direction without specified standards."

Douglas pondered for a moment: "Then...can you calculate the situation in the outer city, whether the future will go in a good direction or a bad direction?"

Anglo thought for a while, and said: "This is a judgment of the general direction, but the standard of good and bad is different for everyone. If we judge by the strings of the world, it may be based on the progress of the world, which is good for us. Yes, it’s not necessarily good for the world. So, it’s best to add a premise.”

"Based on the overall interests of the city that never sleeps, is it feasible?"

"That is to say, what you want to know is whether the dark domain is good or bad for the overall interests of the city that never sleeps?" Anglo thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

After Anglo spoke, he performed the unique technique of the prophecy department: "Plucking Strings" directly in front of everyone.

The wooden board in his hand turned into countless phantoms in a flash of magic power, and the parchment on which the formula algorithm was recorded slowly turned into dust and merged into the phantoms.

In the phantom arrangement, everyone felt a strange and huge aura, as if everything in the world was included in the aura.

At this time, arcs of light appeared out of thin air, flashing through Anglo's fingers.

Anglo's fingers kept curling, some light arcs were cut off by him, and some were let go by him, allowing them to pass through the unknown space.

Every time an arc of light is intercepted, a little sweat oozes from Anglo's smooth forehead.After a while, he was sweating profusely, and a layer of white mist evaporated from his glasses.

When all the light and shadow disappeared, there were still nearly a hundred arcs of light between Anglo's fingers.

I saw him exhale a deep breath, and looked at Douglas with tired eyes: "The plucking is done, I'm going to start to calculate, give me some time."

Anglo took out a piece of parchment again and placed it on the wooden board.He took out the quill, dipped his blood into the ink, and while writing various unknown formulas, he integrated the arc of light between his fingers into the space between the pen and paper.

This process took a long time.

Angor watched with interest at first, wondering what Anglo could write, but soon he felt his eyes blurred and a little drowsy.

As soon as Sanders turned around, he saw Angel who kept nodding to sleep, and couldn't help but look at the Anglo board.

Sanders shook his head amusedly, and said to Angel through the psychic belt: "Don't look at it, you are not in the realm, and you can't see anything. Forcibly memorizing it will hurt your mental power."

Hearing what Sanders said, Angel naturally retracted his gaze: "Mentor, that was the plucked string just now?"

Sanders nodded: "That's right, the current three mainstream divisions of prophecy wizards are the River of Fate, the Wheel of Time, and the Strings of the World. To pluck the strings is to pluck the strings of the world for your own use."

"In addition to these three major divisions, there are also some small factions such as 'Astrological Coordinate Axis', 'Bell of Questions', 'Silent Gods'... and so on. If you are interested in the prophecy department, you can go and have a look The "Guanxing Doctrine" circulated in the Glory Realm is published every 50 years, and each issue will undergo faction revision."

Angel always thought that prophecy was either astrology or divination.Unexpectedly, there are many divisions and factions in the prophecy system.

Sure enough, the more you understand the wizarding world, the more knowledge you know, the more you feel poor.

Why truth, like a god's main card, is repeatedly mentioned by wizards, is not because truth can bring great power, but because the pursuit of truth requires recognition of one's own insignificance.Only when you know how small and poor you are, you will be in awe of everything in this world.

……

Anglo was still calculating, and all the wizards in the magic house were whispering, some were chatting about the dark areas in the outer city, and some were talking about irrelevant gossip.

Angel leaned against the window, and together with Toby, stared at the outer city in the distance in a daze.Angel was praying that Nausicaa would not be inside, while Toby was worrying about Greya's safety.

When they were worrying about each other, footsteps suddenly came from behind them.

Angel looked back and saw a man with a hunched body and a black cloak walking over.

Angor remembered him, he was a wizard apprentice who came in with Angor.However, as soon as he entered the room, he consciously drifted away from the sight of all the wizards, silently becoming a transparent person.

But why did he suddenly come here now?
Angel looked at him. Could it be that this person also planned to communicate with him like those wizards?
Just as Angel was thinking wildly, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: "Angel, long time no see..."

Angel raised his head abruptly, looking at the other party with doubts in his eyes.

Listening to his tone, he not only knows his name, but also knows himself?But when Angel thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of anyone with a voice similar to his in his memory.

Faced with Angor's suspicious look, the other party smiled bitterly, and gently pulled down his cloak.

Looking at the old and thin old man in front of him, Angel was a little stunned.

The face under the cloak was indeed a familiar face, but it was a little different.

Age spots covered both cheeks, and his face was unimaginably haggard.The cheekbones are so high that even through the thin layer of skin, the bones below can be vaguely seen.

Just two years ago, when Angel first met him, although he was very old, he looked very energetic.

In just two years, the other party was still a third-level wizard apprentice, why did he become like this?
Angel hesitated for a moment, then called out in a low voice, "Master Moro?"

The person in front of him was Mo Luo.The reason why Angel was able to step into the world of wizards was precisely because he met Moro.

He is also from the Old Earth Continent, and his relatives are the backbone of the Canary Empire - the Meng family.Not only are they completely different from the Pat family that Angor belongs to, but also one is on the border and the other is in the capital, and they have no intersection.

But because of the tea plant "Morning Dew after Rain", Moro was attracted to Pat's Manor.

With the help of Moro, Angel decided to embark on the road of wizard.At the same time, the healing ice coffin scroll on Mentor Jon's body was also obtained from Moro.

It can be said that it would be almost impossible for Angel to step into the world of wizards in this life without Moro's introduction.In his heart, he is full of gratitude to Moro.

However, he never expected that he would meet Moro here under such circumstances.

(End of this chapter)