Dawn of the Grey Tower

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Cheese didn't sleep very late, and he woke up before lunch. In the perennial meditation life, the mage has become accustomed to this short-term rest, although it cannot completely remove fatigue, it is enough to support him in the next actions.

Action, naturally, refers to cracking the dice of the alchemist. The result that Yuni had thrown casually before contained the information between the gray robes, but the information was incomplete. In order to know the situation of his fellow student and why he made this strange dice, the cheese must roll it again, or find other ways to extract the information. Let's just throw it once.

The non-smooth surface of the "Gulu" dice makes the noise when it rolls exceptionally loud. The cheese allows it to move on the floor of the room, with magical light in its eyes.

Sure enough, those symbols with actual information resurfaced again, but rather than fixed information, it is more like a kind of user guide. According to this information, the mage needs to put the dice into the four elements that symbolize water, fire, climate, and earth, respectively, before they can transform into the appearance he wants.

Wind, fire, water, and earth are also the four basic elements in alchemy under normal circumstances. As a gray robe who specializes in alchemy, it is not surprising that he will leave such opening conditions. It is not difficult to gather these four conditions, whether it is water or fire, cheese can be easily obtained. The more troublesome are the wind and the earth, which are also the two more vague concepts of the four elements.

The wind seems to be easy to understand. The flow of air becomes the wind, but the dice exposed to the air feel this wind all the time. Logically speaking, it should be awakened by the wind all the time. The same is true for soil. What kind of soil is the soil identified by the designer of the dice is also a question.

Grey Robe curled his mouth and decided to start with the two elements that could be determined. He flipped his palm and snapped his fingers, and the candle on the table ignited, and the faint candlelight reflected on the dice, reflecting colorful colors.

This phenomenon shows that there is a mixture of multiple metals on the surface of the dice. Once upon a time, Cheese told others firmly that there is no such element as flame in this world. Fire is just a phenomenon, the result of things quickly dissipating. But every magic has a point of view of every magic, and the casters of different genres sometimes see completely different worlds. If they want to enter the other's domain, they must first abandon their stubbornness.

"I still don't think fire is an element, and I don't think there is an absolutely pure element in this world." After whispering to somebody, the cheese casually tossed with two fingers, and the dice passed through accurately. The candle light fell on the table, and then it began to burn.

The development of the matter exceeded Cheese's expectations. He thought that as long as he passed through the flame, the dice would reveal some information, but he seemed to be wrong.

The flame spread as if it had a life, and it was baby-sized in the blink of an eye. It seems that if you don't stop it, the whole house might be at risk of burning. However, when there is still a gray robe sitting in the room, whether it is an ordinary fire or a living flame goblin, it needs the advice of cheese to continue burning.

After a brief surprise, the mage stretched out his palm, and several sonorous syllables burst out of his mouth. With the distortion of his knuckles, the flame seemed to be locked in an invisible cover. Poke out a half step. The palm of the hand was tightened and tightened, and the flame became smaller and smaller.

The color of the fire was changing, from the light red like candlelight at the beginning, to bright orange, bright red, to the compressed blue, and finally turned into a dazzling white. There is gold in the white, and the gold is beyond the lightness that cheese can accept. His eyes are closed uncontrollably. Even so, the light still penetrates the eyelids and is dazzling.

And looking away means that the spell is invalid. After experiencing such compression, what will happen to the liberation of a high-heat ball of fire? There is no doubt that the big bang.

But the waiting heat and shock did not come. After his eyes gradually recovered from the strong light, Cheese opened his eyelids with difficulty and looked at the table. The dice stopped quietly on the table, and it seemed that it had run out of temperature. But around it, on the poor wooden table, the black circle formed by the scorch had a diameter of a small arm.

The gray robe approached the ring carefully, and found that what constituted the ring was not a completely uniform burning trace, but a large number of densely arranged alchemy symbols. Some of these symbols are very similar to the eight on the surface of the dice, while others are quite different. In addition, more geometric figures are nested in the ring, all composed of symbols.

From these burnt traces, the cheese could see some words he recognized. These words were like a sandwich cake and were superimposed on other incomprehensible words, forming all the patterns.

From what he could understand, it was like some kind of introduction to alchemy. It seems that my fellow mate has indeed given high hopes in this dice~www.readwn.com~ quite a bit of pouring his knowledge into it. This is not good news, because summarization and acceptance are things that a researcher will only do when he consciously suspends research work, and the external cause that can stop a gray robe from research is serious no matter how he thinks it.

Worry does not change reality. The solution for the present is to quickly solve the four-element level and turn this dice into something else. Picking it up from the pattern, he could still feel a little warmth in his hand. He looked down at the words and patterns on the wooden board, thinking for a moment and still did not destroy it. If the development of the dice is a one-off, then these materials are precious information left by his fellow students, and he is obliged to retrieve them and even find someone who can inherit this research.

Thinking of this, he walked to the bedside and took off the scimitar, pulled out the scabbard, and slashed towards the innocent wooden table. With the flying of sawdust and the sound of the door being opened, its mission as a table ended.

"There is an assassin?" Atta, who carried the magic sword, and Alice, who rolled into the house with a crossbow, asked at the same time. The two female fighters were obviously made nervous by the yew-man killer before.

The gray robe raised his hand to beckon them to stay calm. He briefly explained what he had done in the room, and then asked the two soldiers to put away their weapons and help him get the table board into the living room.

The two of them walked to the table suspiciously, sighing at the perfect geometric figure burned out on the table and the text that made it. Even if there is no knowledge contained in it, it is enough to be admired as an unparalleled work of art. The only fly in the ointment is that the material carrying this knowledge is really inferior. It would be better if it were objects such as marble.

"Yuni, go and tell them to get a tank of water. No, one basin is enough. But you have to sit still for more than a day."