A strange world

Chapter 287 Section 140. The Destined Destruction

The burning mage tower collapsed. The center of the royal capital, the symbol of Montreal, the surrounding palace gardens are burning.

Under the apocalyptic blood-colored clouds, the royal capital turned into a sea of ​​​​purgatory fire, the hot twisted air rolled up ashes, and the burnt black rat-men walked through the streets——

Lilith wakes up from a nightmare of despair.

The cool northern summer restored her tranquility. She picked up the wooden box, and Lilith knocked on Annan's bedroom with a vague gaze.

"...Who's outside?"

"I'm Lilith."

Not long after, Annan, who was wearing a mage's robe, opened the door sleepily: "Is there anything wrong at this late hour?"

"I have an ominous feeling..."

"About the Royal Capital?"

"Um."

Annan let Lilith in before opening the door, peeked out of the corridor, felt Leila's presence and opened the door slightly.

Lighting the dim oil lamp, Annan motioned for Lilith to sit on the seat: "What happened?"

"I dreamed that my teacher was dead."

"Mr. Asimov? He is an epic..." Annan did not believe that a mere "rebellion" would kill an epic mage. The prince would never dare to do such a thing.

Lilith recounted her dream about the destroyed royal capital.

"The Rat Men are still in the Far North County. They are not that fast... I just came back from the Mage Tower. If there is an accident in the Mage Tower in the Royal Capital, the tower spirit will tell me."

But as someone who had been reminded by dreams, Annan still asked her: "Have you dreamed of similar omens before?"

Lilith shook her head, and then handed the wooden box she brought to Annan: "I made some private observations and thought I could hand it to you."

"The teacher said it's the key to getting everything back on track, and I think you'll be of more use with it than I will be."

"what is it?"

Of course Annan knew about the wooden box that Lilith had brought with her when she came.

"I don't know, I haven't opened it."

After hesitating, Annan opened the wooden box in front of Lilith.

A spell book lay quietly in the wooden box - Annan was not interested, and there were a bunch of forbidden spells recorded in the spell book that he couldn't use.

In addition to the spell book, there is also a stone-carved doll and a small wooden box in the wooden box.

"Why is it here?" Lilith's light voice was filled with surprise.

"Do you know?"

Lilith looked at the stone doll: "It was a toy when I was very young, but I can no longer find it."

"what about this?"

Annan pointed to the small wooden box, and as he finished speaking, an illusory spirit appeared from in front of the wooden box.

"Hello, King of the North, I am Asimov." Asimov raised his finger to the surprised Annan: "Shh, don't tell her I am here."

Lilith didn't respond. It seemed that only Annan could see him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lilith scanned the empty space where Annan was staring, but found nothing.

"What are the characteristics of your teacher Asimov?"

"With a white beard as long as his hair and pale yellow eyes like the morning sun, he is a wise curator. There is nothing he doesn't know."

"Does he know this too?"

Annan opened the wooden box containing black powder.

"The smell of sulfur...and some saltpeter and charcoal? It's interesting. They produced a violent reaction when mixed together." The illusive Asimov said.

The description matches, and the wooden box was given to her by Asimov...

Annan thought that Asimov was really dead and whether he could help him refine black gunpowder.

"King of the North, can Lilith leave first?" The illusory Asimov asked gently.

Annan and Lilith said: "I will study the wooden box and tell you the answer tomorrow night?"

"good."

Lilith left the room, and soon the door sounded in the corridor. Annan closed the door and said to the illusive Asimov, "Do you mind if I find a mage to verify it?"

"certainly."

So Annan activated the talisman again and summoned Mr. Swaro, wearing a nightcap, to the bedroom.

"You helped my daughter, but you shouldn't use it to...Mr. Asimov?"

"Long time no see, Swaro. I thought I would never see you again after you left." Asimov sighed with nostalgia, and explained to the curious Annan: "Svaro went to school at Ordgers fifty years ago. He was working as a librarian at the time.”

Annan nodded and continued to stare up at the fluff ball hanging down from Mr. Swaro's nightcap——

"Alice insisted on wearing it for me..." Mr. Schwarro said this but did not take off his nightcap. It was a family affection that Olmedo envied...

"Mr. Asimov, why is your ghost in Xingyue Bay?"

"I glimpsed a glimpse of the future from the disordered chaos, Annan... he is the key to returning the world to order."

Mr. Schwaro looked again at Annan who was shyly touching his head. He never doubted that Annan would bring prosperity to Xingyue Bay and even the entire Northern Territory.

"So this is the price you pay?"

"I will die anyway... King of the North, Lilith's dream is right, the royal capital is facing destruction."

"How is this possible... The rat men are thousands of miles away, and I told the royal capital a few days ago that the mage tower, scavengers, and guards... were indifferent to them?"

"The false future deceived them, even me...I didn't know what the rat people had done until I came to Xingyue Bay...but it was already too late."

"What does this have to do with Lilith? Why does she dream about these?"

"Lilith is the newborn tower spirit."

Asimov's answer was full of surprise. That stone toy is Lilith's "body".

"What about that one?" Annan pointed to the wooden box.

"Vitalig's phylactery, this is my request to send Lilith to Xingyue Bay to resurrect Vitalig."

"And help him take back the kingdom?"

"No... it's up to the king of the north to do whatever he wants. All you have to do is resurrect him."

It's more like investing than trading. Asimov believed that Annan would have a bright future, so he gave him the Talling in exchange for Vitalig's resurrection.

The key to the mage tower has never been the tower owner, but the tower spirit. With the help of the tower spirit, the legendary mage will have power comparable to the gods in the mage tower. But Lilith's identity did not make Annando happy, because the mage tower in the royal capital was far grander than Breeze City, but it still couldn't stop the ratmen...

"I don't have time, let's end this conversation. Annan, Lilith doesn't know her identity yet, it's up to you when to tell her. Swaro, remember to help Annan more..."

Asimov's soul faded as suddenly as he appeared.

"Did you hear what Mr. Asimov said?" Annan handed over the amulet.

Mr. Swaro charged up helplessly and left silently.

Annan closed the wooden box and came to the corridor: "Laila, gather everyone."

Sitting on the sofa in the living room downstairs, Annan pondered, where is the end of the Rat Man?

Will they stop after annexing the royal capital, or will they continue heading north? It was a mistake to advertise one's identity at the time...

When everyone was called to the Lord's Mansion late at night, Annan told them:

"Be prepared, the kingdom cannot stop the rat men."