The First Law God Black History Handbook

The Holy House of Magic is the place that all magicians yearn for the most—except for His Excellency the First Dharma God who lives in Serento Castle.

Of course, this does not mean that His Excellency Fashen is arrogant and arrogant.

In fact, our Lord Fashen was also one of the students of this academy.

That's a story too old, so we won't mention it for now.

When Thrander came to the Holy House of Magic, the first person to greet him was still his old friend, His Excellency Dean.

They haven't seen each other for 15 years.This time, the other party's hair was completely white, and there were too many wrinkles on his face to count.

But it's still the same loud and rude.

Thrander wore a wide cloak, covering his god-like handsome face.In his hand is a magic scroll that is gradually disappearing, and there is still unfinished wind power under his feet.

Dean came up to him, laughing and patting him on the shoulder.He didn't hide.

"It's been so many years, and it still hasn't changed at all! Why, don't you dislike me now?" Seeing that Thrander didn't dislike him this time and avoided his touch, Dean couldn't help teasing.

"You're getting old." Thrander put those words aside, stepped out of the magic room without hesitation, and headed for Dean's dean's office.

Dean withdrew his hand and followed with a heartbroken expression.

Carl was already waiting in the dean's office.When he saw Thrander's appearance, he immediately saluted.

Thrander slightly raised his hand, signaling that he didn't need to salute.Then he walked to the big window of the dean's office.

This is facing the location of the icon hall.

There is a Holy Academy of Magic and [-] Magic Academies in West Fantasy Continent, each of which has built an icon hall.It enshrines the gods of light, as well as the magic legends of the past dynasties on the mainland.

The statue of Thurland is also among them.

More than half a month ago, an icon collapsed in the icon hall of the Holy Academy of Magic. After investigation, Principal Dean found that the sacred objects in it had been stolen. After various investigations, there was no clue.Only a wooden box was found in the place where the sacred object was lost, and there was a letter full of magic in the wooden box.

There is another strange thing, that is, the only icon that has not been destroyed is the icon of Thrand.

Dean followed the office out of breath, turned around and locked the door, then walked over, bent down and took out a box from the lower shelf of the bookshelf beside him, and handed it to Carl next to him.

The box was pull-out, and Karl took out the letter from it and handed it to Thurander.

After a short while, Thrander put down the letter in his hand and asked the old man beside him, "That's all?"

Although Principal Dean is only over 230 years old, as a magister, he does not have an endless life and permanent youth.His current panting and old face all showed the difference between him and Thrander, and the huge gap between them.

"Yes, my old buddy. These letters have been here for almost a month, and I dare not let anyone touch them except you." Principal Dean repacked the letters that Thurland had put down in the box, Laughing and teasing, "After all, no one knows your stink better than me."

Thrander, as a legend in the Western Fantasyland, probably has the biggest shortcoming that he has as many eccentricities as his own story.

For example, his cleanliness.

For example, the ambiguity between his noisy butler and him.

"...Karl is very noisy?" Thrander tilted his head to look at the butler next to the bookcase, and stared at him.

Principal Dean smiled until there was only a slit in his eyes: "This is something that everyone on the mainland remembers in their minds, but I don't know where it started to spread." The old man spread his hands, "But listen It is said that the first person to spread this word was near Serento Castle."

Thrander nodded and stopped asking.But Karl couldn't help it: "This is a rumor!"

Principal Dean nodded: "Well, rumors."

"The rumors should be eliminated!"

Principal Dean continued to nod: "Well, it should be cleared."

Carl said again: "How can Principal Dean allow others to slander our beloved Fashen like this!"

"Cough." Principal Dean pushed the box containing the letter in front of Thrander, and changed the subject, "Dear old man, where do you think this matter should be investigated?"

Karl stared wide-eyed, looking at the two adults who ignored him: "...my butler never makes noise!" Except when promoting the glory of his family's Dharma God, there was a little bit, a little bit... much talk .

The two adults continued to ignore him.

Through the window of the office, Thrander looked at one building after another not far away.

"House of Icons."

Dean nodded: "I guessed that you must go there, so I didn't let anyone touch the furnishings inside." He looked at Carl, "Your Excellency Carl didn't move either."

When it came to business, Karl immediately straightened his face and reported to Thurander: "My lord, I remember what you said very clearly, so I didn't touch anything there. As for the color of the land, if I didn't make a mistake , from there—where the man is.”

Thrander raised his eyes, then lowered them again.His eyelashes trembled slightly in the sunlight, as if he was emotionally touched by a certain word in Carl's words, and it took him a while to regain his composure.

"I see." He ended the conversation with four short words.

Principal Dean also knew that there was an unspeakable taboo in Thurander's life. Carl's substitution of "that person" probably referred to that taboo.So he didn't ask too much, but tried to change the subject: "If it's not impossible, I won't trouble you to come here."

Dean knew Thrander's temperament well, and originally planned to seek help from the empire if he didn't come.

However, unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not have any interests involved with the imperial regime. This is the code of conduct of the successive deans of the Holy Academy of Magic.

"Yes. Recently, there is a shortage of magic spirit stones." Thrander's blue eyes turned to look at the headmaster who gasped.

"Thurander! Our 200-year friendship!"

Thrander lowered his eyes: "I'll give you a [-]% discount. Eight thousand magic stones."

"I've been saving for 100 years and it's less than [-]!"

"Nine thousand."

"..."

No matter how madly Principal Dean complained about the bandit-like employment price, Thrander never let go.

It wasn't until Principal Dean sat down on the chair to drink water dry-mouthed that Thrander finally explained: "This incident is unusual."

Principal Dean lamented: "I know this is very unusual. But dear Thrander, you are such a robber!"

Thrander ignored him.

Principal Dean found the key to the icon hall from the drawer under the table slowly, and while handing it over, he didn't forget to ask again: "Can't it be less?"

Eight thousand magic spirit stones!Almost a year and a half of supplies for the Imperial Magician Corps!

Thrander stood by the window, his gaze slightly lowered. His long golden hair was dazzling in the sunlight, making his flawless face even more handsome and charming.

"I heard that there are many imperial dignitaries in your academy."

Before finishing the conversation, Thrander put the key in his hand and walked towards the door.

Principal Dean slammed the table: "Speaking of this! My dear, do you remember the kid from Aruman's family?"

Thrander paused, then replied softly, "I don't remember."

"Old man, you are so indifferent." Principal Dean shook his head pretendingly, "I--"

"If I had been indifferent enough, I wouldn't have appeared here." Thrander interrupted Dean, took the veil from Carl, wiped his hands carefully, and looked back at him, "Later put the magic stone Give it to Carl."

Dean was choked up by the other party's words, and finally he didn't have the mood to complain about the equally nasty Aruman boy.

The Holy House of Magic occupies a large area and has many buildings.There are nine buildings in the teaching area for students to attend classes alone.Among them, seven buildings are divided according to the seven magic elements, and the remaining two buildings, one is a comprehensive teaching area, which can teach the basics of magic theory, the origin and history of magic, elementary magic experiments, etc.The last building is for students with multiple magic elements to teach.

The icon hall is adjacent to the teaching area, just to the left of the comprehensive teaching area.

It was the teaching time at this time, and there were not many idle students in the college, but there were some.

Thurander put on his cloak and hat, and walked slowly towards the icon hall.No one noticed how weird his steps were. He walked to the icon hall several miles away in just a few dozen steps, and then unlocked and walked in.

Inside and outside seem to correspond to heaven and hell.

Thrander could feel the thick, cold and dark atmosphere, the raging evil power, and the little message left by that person.

He said he couldn't wait until he figured it out.

Thrander closed his eyes, and stepped into the icon hall filled with darkness.

For an instant, his world was reversed.His life was shortened dramatically.The memories that were once deep in my mind were dug out, buried, decayed, and dissipated inch by inch.

Until, that face——

"Presumptuous!" A violent cry came out of Thrander's mouth.His majesty made all the cold and dark power fade away in an instant, and he even hid in the darkness and shivered.

The icon hall that had fallen into darkness was restored to light, and the broken and collapsed icons were exposed in the light, which Thrander saw one by one.

In the icon hall, the statues of the gods are one area, the statues of magic legends are another area, and the statues of saints who have made great contributions to the mainland are another area.

Thurland once obtained the qualification to become a god, so he was supposed to be located in the area of ​​statues of the gods, but he gave up his godhood, so he was placed in the area of ​​magic legends.

His eyes scraped over every god statue present one by one, no matter how damaged they were, he would find the position of their eyes, and then stare deeply.

Until he saw his own statue.

It was a handsome statue full of divine power.His eyes are as far and wide as the greenest and deepest gemstones, his facial features are as beautiful as the most perfect handicrafts, and his skin is like the most flawless jade, exuding a radiant luster that seems to have warmth.

The most amazing thing is his incomparably holy temperament.Like a clear spring, like the moonlight, like the cold air in the scorching heat, people can't help worshiping and loving it!

Thrander closed his eyes, and the image of that person sculpting a statue appeared in his mind——

He shaped the statue with his own hands, left behind countless dark seeds, and left wildly.

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