All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 366 The most terrifying enemy...

Candlekeep will never lack tourists, but the noise of these outsiders cannot stir up ripples in the hearts of the members of Candlekeep.

There have always been two main factions in this ancient fortress. One is the scholars and monks of Candlekeep, who are also the actual political power, and the other is the clergy, who have certain autonomous rights.

The relationship between these two factions is not clear, but harmonious coexistence.

The most powerful person in Candlekeep is the guardian of the volume, and the second-in-command is honored as the first reader, and they jointly decide matters big and small.Priests and priests will also participate in the mission of defending Candlekeep, because both parties have the same interests.

In the eyes of many tourists, the priests and scholars of Candlekeep are a harmonious community, and they are also virtues that demand money, but there are differences in clothing and other aspects.

The priests of Ogma, the god of knowledge, uniformly wear white clothes and white trousers, and also wear a strangely decorated vest called a candela.

The bishop who sits in the Ogma Temple is an old priest who has won the title of "Supreme Knowledge Master". In the fourteenth-level title system of priests in the church, the high-level knowledge master is at the twelfth level, which is close to the level of living saint.

The old priest Wu Lun came to Candlekeep when he was over fifty years old and took over the academic center of Faerûn, the largest holy place in Ogma.

What greeted him was a ray of plain sunlight over the top of the tower, more leisurely than birds.At that time, Wu Lun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew that this was his divinely inspired place.

So for forty years, he never left Candlekeep and lived the same day 14,600 times.

Time blinked, and Wu Lun had white hair and skinny skin, but his fingers for copying books were still stable and as unshakable as iron. The candlelight on the desk for tens of thousands of nights seemed to be embedded in his pupils, making him His eyes were astonishingly bright.

On this ordinary autumn morning, in the small bedroom of the church, Wu Lun woke up on time, got up and washed himself with the support of the deacon. The old man's eyes in the old silver mirror were dull, which shocked Wu Lun himself. It took him a while to recognize The person in the mirror is actually himself.

He smiled and said to the aide, "It seems that my Lord Ogma is ready to call me to his kingdom."

The young deacon said in a panic: "Brother Ulen, please don't say that. You can continue to spread the teachings of Lord Ogma."

Uren nodded with a smile, without arguing with the young man.

After getting up, he goes to the main hall of the temple to lead the daily morning prayers. It's just that he was in a bad mood today and walked in the wrong direction several times. He got lost for the first time in this temple that he had measured tens of thousands of times with his footsteps. And while passing by the central courtyard, I saw a grasshopper in a trance.

"This insect will die before winter comes. I share the same fate as it." A touch of sadness and joy filled his chest.

For the clergy, death is not terrible, because their souls will go to the kingdom of God, accompany the gods forever, and enjoy life after death.But this does not mean that the world before death is not worthy of nostalgia.It's just that mortals are mortal.

Wu Lun faced the altar and prayed with the priests and deacons.

Early morning prayers are also called "binding".The clergy who believe in Oghma silently recite loyalty and praise in front of the altar.Evening prayers are called "deeds", and monks will read books, offer poems, and talk about the knowledge they have learned today.

Unerringly unerring in his "restraint," Ulen swore to collect, defend, and disseminate knowledge, and to guard new ideas and freedom of thought.

The atmosphere in the church was peaceful. The morning light streaming in through the window is warm.

It seemed like another ordinary morning.The young priests and deacons were probably already muttering breakfast in their minds.

The old pastor was indeed a little confused. He repeatedly forgot his prayers, so today's morning prayer was longer than usual. The monks in the audience calmed down, but they couldn't help whispering.

Hearing the humming, Uren coughed lightly, and his ears became quiet.

Then the monks began to exclaim and make noise.

Wu Lun opened his eyes. He wanted to scold him, but suddenly he felt a warm light coming from the altar in front of him.

The Oghma runes on the altar emit blue-green light, which is a manifestation of the God of Knowledge.

Wu Lun opened his eyes slightly and shouted calmly: "Quiet! Listen to God's will!"

An old and gentle voice sounded in the ear of the old pastor, which was the words delivered by Oghma.He cherishes words like gold: "Go to the gate of Candle Castle and accept the challenge from the man in white robe."

"My lord, what is that challenge?"

"Read a book." Ogma paused and explained with difficulty, "We must try our best to win it. It is extremely important and the supreme artifact."

Ulun suddenly got up, turned his head and said: "Ring the bell! Call all brothers and sisters to gather outside the gate of Candle Castle!"

The priests of the temple hadn't seen such a serious expression on the old bishop's face for a long time. He seemed to be rejuvenated, or maybe he had ignited the last heat, and his eyes were dazzlingly bright.

The peaceful morning in Candlekeep was shattered by the bells of the Temple of Ogma.

In this constant and peaceful life, every day is similar to the previous day, and the next day is similar to today.Early morning bells are definitely a rare and unexpected occurrence.

Before dawn, the volume guardian Urlant stood up under the clothes of an invisible servant. He had a pair of crazy eyebrows, a high-spirited expression, and gorgeous clothes. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, he was a vain, high-minded and low-handed spell caster. Life is extravagant.

But in fact, Urlant has very strict requirements on himself, his research on magic is also quite brilliant, and his thirst for knowledge is no less than anyone in Candlekeep.

When the bell rang, Urlant had been immersed in the scroll for more than two hours.The reading room has been silenced to isolate the noise. He was attracted by the magic lamp flickering at the corner of the table.

The moment the silence barrier was lifted, Urlant heard the sound of the bell.

"What happened?" He couldn't help being surprised.

A reader rushed to the door and briefly explained the situation.

"There is a man outside Candlekeep who claims that all our collections are worth nothing compared to a single book in his hands."

Urlant raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Another fool who doesn't know what is called. He wants to sneak in with books recording nonsense."

"The priests of Ogma are on their way. Are we going?"

"Of course I have to go." Urlant's face remained unchanged, "As long as it is a book, it is always beneficial. Since it is beneficial, Candlekeep has the obligation to include it in the protection scope."

The reader sighed in his heart, the volume guardian is so powerful, his face is comparable to +2 magic armor.

Candlekeep main entrance.

Bishop Ulen held the Book of Mora with a solemn expression.

This ordinary black notebook is two inches thick, and the cover material is soft, smooth and delicate, like the skin of a mollusk.

The old pastor glanced up at the white-robed man.

Warlock Linde stood peacefully at the end of the Lion's Road, without any impatience or idle movements, just standing like a statue.

Facing Wu Lun's gaze, Linde smiled and asked, "Are you not ready yet?"

The guards at the gate of Candlekeep and several monks have already read this book. They are mentally healthy and still keep thinking about this book, scratching their heads and scratching their heads, like addicts. At this time, they were surrounding Linde, begging softly.

"More, kind sir, can you give me a little more? Just one page, please, I'm itching all over."

The Candlekeep scholars who came one after another whispered. They all suspected that some kind of enchantment magic had been applied to the book, which made the people who read it look like this.

Holding the Book of Mora in his hand, the old pastor stared deeply at the notes, as if seeing a gray-green chaotic eye blinking slowly in the cover, he felt horrified.

Why is the supreme artifact mentioned by Ogma, the God of Knowledge, vaguely evil?

Wu Lun has not wavered in his determination, but he has been extremely vigilant.

He began to add protective spells to himself to block mind control and thought pollution, and the magic items on his body began to flicker slightly. Once Wu Lun's mental state was abnormal, the magic would be triggered to teleport him back to the church. With the addition of the legendary proficiency in languages, he can read all kinds of languages, and finally guide Ogma's divine power to give blessings.

This posture seemed to be about to fight a battle with the demons in purgatory. People around him were puzzled as to why the old bishop was so solemn.

After making all preparations, Wu Lun slowly turned to the first page.

But soon, he realized that the enemy he was facing was even more terrifying than the devil.

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