Night Raven Master

Chapter 137 Before Winter (Tomorrow)
Wandering in the maze.

The original wandering labyrinth has turned into a tall tower. In a short period of time, Art was fortunate enough to see such a miracle again——

The entire underground labyrinth rises from the ground and becomes a tower.

The various areas of the maze have also been transformed into chambers of towers.

This underground labyrinth, transformed from the dead corpses of wandering giant beasts, completely lost its original appearance.

I stayed with this prophecy great wizard - keeping a distance of 20 meters.

Even this great wizard also used the phantom of starlight - interfering with starlight through psychic energy, projecting consciousness onto the light to form a phantom clone.

Although he already knew that there was terrible bad luck around him, it still felt quite weird for a great wizard who was far stronger than him to do such a move.

Three days of study have passed, and after learning the correct way to extract blue blood gemstones from the Edgeworth master, they are still frantically engraving inscriptions.

After a short study of potion alchemy, he will start trying to engrave inscriptions.

The success rate of engraving according to the inscription of the existing spell sequence is extremely high, but in a state of exhaustion, the engraving later will fail more and more.

At present, in the past 72 hours, he has carried out 20 engravings, but only succeeded 8 times, engraved 8 new inscriptions, and because of mental exhaustion, after the first two consecutive successes, he was followed by at least one Failed, and even passed out the last time.

And his crazy behavior was also stopped by Edgeworth.

"If you want to damage your soul, slow down your progress, or even die here, I won't stop you."

This sentence made Art temporarily end this crazy move.

At night, Art, who was ordered to rest by Edgeworth, put his consciousness into the spiritual sea.

In the spiritual sea, the 13 individual inscriptions floated above the two stacked vortices.

After glancing at the 12 inscriptions that were the same as the spell inscriptions of the automatic scribe, Arter entered into a brief meditation to soothe his spirit.

The spell of automatic recording is not as simple as Yate thought, it is just a spell for recording.

He remembered the previous conversation with Edgeworth's Astral Phantom:
"You haven't constructed the spell of the automatic recorder yet? Hopeless idiot, do you think the automatic recorder is just for recording information?"

"What is this? A transcript of the automatic writing spell? Or a simplified version? Gneus? A transcript of Taklanxia's house? 8 inscriptions? This thing is a simplified version for waste! Look at this! This 12 one!"

"See it clearly? The automatic book is a sequence of 12 inscriptions, not 8. That is the spell of low-level apprentices!"

After being roared for a while, Art got the spell sequence of this automatic book.

He felt a little strange before. After all, according to the normal standard, the number of inscription sequences of medium apprenticeship spells is at least 12, and the automatic scribe is medium apprenticeship spells as he remembers, but he traded it from Count Baixi, only 8 inscriptions.

Except for the possibility that Earl Baixi is cheating himself, the automatic writing spell engraved by the other party is also the same.

After sweeping his gaze over the phantom magic eye floating in the center of the spiritual sea, Yate settled down and began to construct the spell.

The structure of the spell is different from the engraving of the inscription, but the early process is similar to that of Yate.

The first thing he needs to do is copy an identical inscription.

Unlike engraving inscriptions for the first time, when you already have inscriptions, you can directly copy them by consuming mental power—use your mental power to directly intercept these floating inscriptions, and then you can make copies.

But before Yate imitated the engraved inscriptions from the spell sequence, he could only imitate.

The inscription that has been constructed into a spell sequence is no longer a single individual, but the entire spell sequence has become a whole.

If you want to copy, you need mental power to wrap and infiltrate to copy, and when infiltrating and copying, mental power will connect the entire spell sequence.

To put it simply, it is impossible to copy the inscription on the spell sequence, only the entire one.

If you want to construct a new spell sequence, you can only copy the inscriptions that exist alone.

Yate's consciousness manipulated the mental power to wrap the first inscription and slowly infiltrated it. At the same time, not far from it, an identical inscription was slowly emerging.

While copying, Art is also slowly adjusting, and the original rough corners have also been repaired.

The first inscription was successful.

Yate used his consciousness to control the inscription to move to the other side, and then began to construct other inscriptions.

These inscriptions are like vertices. The process of constructing a spell sequence is modeling, and it cannot fail. A successful modeling is required.

If it is light, it will lead to the collapse of the sequence that has been built, and if it is heavy, it may cause mental injury due to the collapse of the structure.

While Art was constructing, the other side——

Colola County, Central.

Earl of Gloria.

Two blond young men appeared in front of the castle, one with blond hair and red eyes, and the other with blond hair and gray eyes.

The young man with blond hair and red eyes stepped forward and was about to knock on the door.

And when he bent his fingers and was about to touch the door, the door slowly opened, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Black trousers, a short robe that only covered the upper body - the gray-haired old man in a housekeeper's uniform appeared as the door slowly opened.

The pair of vicissitudes and muddy eyes swept across the innocent young man behind him, and then the one in front of him, and said slowly:

"Sir Viggs, you are back."

"Long time no see! Butler Avons!" The red-eyed youth, Viggs, showed a bright smile, "I'm back!"

"Okay." The butler Avons just had a calm face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't seem so sincere. The guest yesterday made him not in a good mood.

He looked at the young man behind Viggs, his eyes paused for a moment at his ears covered by his long hair, then he seemed to think of something, nodded: "This is?"

"He's Ferrol—"

Wiggs was about to introduce with a smile, but at this time Ferrol's voice also sounded:

"I'm Ferrol Silva."

When "Silva" heard this surname, Avons was taken aback, and then gave him a deep look, "I'm going to inform the master, you guys wait here."

"Okay! Mr. Alphonse!" Wiggs replied with a smile on his face, and Ferrol nodded after a pause.

Avons turned around and keenly noticed that before the other party answered, the gray eyes turned reddish for a moment.

"." Without saying anything, Avons closed the door and turned around.

(End of this chapter)