Hunting High School

"I'm not! I'm not! You're talking nonsense!"

After proficiently denying the three times, the black cat jumped up one by one, flicked its tail, and ran to the outside of the camp: "You guys are busy, I will go to patrol... Make sure there are no slugs or rabbit spirits to make trouble."

He finally decided not to sit around lest real trouble come to him.

"Does this magic circle have a name?" Before jumping over the bushes, the black cat suddenly remembered what he had just neglected, and finally looked back at the busy witches, asking curiously.

What answered him was Kerma's busy back:

"The key to lock the door."

...

When the black cat disappeared into the bushes, the two witches finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you think that cat really knows you?" Kerma set up the mahogany talisman boards in his arms one by one according to the order on the drawing, and at the same time asked thoughtfully: "I always feel that it just It's a little overreacted."

"Don't waste time, hurry up." Irina interrupted Korma with a bit of annoyance in her tone.

Kerma shrugged and did not continue teasing his own companion.

Soon, the basic rune array of the magic circle was set up.

"It's much simpler than imagined." Elena, wearing a white mask, evenly sprinkled the can of graphite powder on the base of the magic circle with a clepsydra, and at the same time complained in a low voice: "But I don't know why this kind of thing must be To carry it on your back and do it."

"It's a cat after all, and it's different from us." Kerma replied in a relaxed tone: "Signing the silent contract is a last resort after all. The less it knows about other links, the better."

While speaking, she took out a stack of thick parchment from her arms, and unfolded it with a shake in the wind.

The parchment was drawn with dragon blood ink on the magic formation. Due to the passage of time, the original bright red dragon blood ink had turned dark purple, but this added a bit of mysterious color to the whole magic formation. .

"Before that cat comes back, we still have at least ten minutes to complete the installation of the base talisman." Kerma had a brass-framed monocle hanging on the bridge of her nose at some point, and a slender copper chain adorned it. Connecting the mirror frame and ears, it outlines an elegant arc on her cheeks.

She held a fiery red quill in her hand, and the tip of the pen was sliding down the notes on the edge of the parchment, as if explaining to Elena, or muttering to herself: "The powerful magic wants to To be transformed, a Sacred space is needed. This space is the 'Suoluomen magic circle'. It is attracted, gathered, and finally transformed through the magic circle."

"According to the inference of the second theorem of magic, it is a gradual process for high-dimensional power to enter low-dimensional space-time. When the magic circle is running, the energy fluctuations between the rune circles must match, otherwise it will cause energy loss or magic power flow fail."

"Traditional magic circles like to use marble as the base, and mithril and refined copper as tools for magic transmission. But for our magic circle, mithril is too expensive, and the magic transmission effect of refined copper is somewhat insufficient... and They prefer peat to marble."

"So, what does this have to do with our use of graphite powder." Elena sighed: "You always like this, talking rambling and without focus."

"The point?" Kerma seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and his voice seemed a little hollow: "The point is that the base of graphite powder perfectly combines the effects of peat and mithril—at least in this magic circle, they The binding effect is no stronger than that of graphite powder."

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"This is really good news." The witch with a white mask used a brush to smudge the graphite powder that had just been poured on the array in the direction of the array.

Kerma didn't speak any more, and the camp fell into a strange silence for a while.

I don't know if the laws of this Minor World are flawed, there isn't even a small gust of wind here. Silent forests, silent bushes, reptiles and hares driven away by black cats make this world more and more silent. The pale sun and moon coated the busy figures of the witches with a layer of silver, like a sculpture solidified by time.

"You never told me where you got the map of the magic formation." After painting the last part of the formation, Irina stretched her waist and looked back at Korma who was studying the parchment notes. He suddenly asked, "This is not something that a low-level wizard can get...Of course, if you mind, you don't need to answer this question."

Kerma turned her face sideways and glanced at the witch wearing a white mask, her eyes were a little empty.

After a long time, her spirit seemed to have recovered from the boundless darkness, and her eyes regained a bit of brilliance.

"No, of course I don't mind." The vice president of the Jiuyou College Student Union whispered, his voice a little hoarse: "Do you know Abdullah Alhassad?"

"That crazy Arabian poet?" Elena frowned slightly: "He is not a good teacher... If I remember correctly, he is a descendant of Rehoboam, and he has led the Babylonian Mages to be active in Arabia since the seventh century AD. The world is gone. But now, besides lunatics, do the Babylonian Mages have any other specialties?"

The gypsy witch's complaints were not mean. On the contrary, because of the deep friendship between the gypsy witch group and the Babylonian wizard group in history, she also made some beautification in her rhetoric.

In fact, because of the guidance of wrong magic theories, the Babylonian Mages have long been considered corrupt by the Wizards Council. Their ancient magic, which mainly distorts beliefs and steals power, has almost cut off its inheritance after the birth of the Dimensional Sect.

No matter how much a wizard likes mysterious power, no one is willing to cast magic at the cost of losing their sanity.

After all, people need reason, and the existence of losing reason is no longer a full-fledged person.

"Abdullah Alhazad wrote a book called "Al Ajif", which described in detail the many indescribable beings in the depths of the starry sky, as well as the sects that believed in them and the mysterious rituals that communicated with them."

Kerma whispered, brushing her fingers over the edge of the parchment, the page trembled slightly, like insect wings trembling in a thunderstorm:

"When I was reading in the library, I found a few fragments of "Al Ajif" in the title page of an ancient book, including this parchment."

"According to the coat of arms on the remaining pages, it can be judged that this magic circle is the product of the secret agreement ritual in "Al Ajif" improved by Dr. John Dee, the great wizard of the sixteenth century."

"As you say, the mad poets of Arabia are not to be trusted. But Dr. John Dee, I do."

After listening to Korma's explanation, Elena stared at her for a long time.

"You are really a lunatic." She whispered, suddenly thought of something, giggled twice: "I am almost the same."