What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

The story of the magic pot is often found in Celtic myths and legends, and most people probably have no idea about it.After all, in terms of worldwide popularity, the popularity of the Celtic mythology system is quite impressive.

It is also a European mythology, and its popularity is definitely not comparable to that of the Greek mythology next door, and the Druids who built the Celtic mythology have been almost completely submerged in the long river of history due to wars and invasions. Compared with the Egyptian mythology that hangs its last breath with mummies and pyramids, the mystery of Celtic mythology can still be called vibrant.

At least Celtic mythology has a winning trump card that is enough to save lives and even turn the tables, called King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Well, many people don’t know that the legend of King Arthur comes from Celtic mythology, and they don’t know that the holy grail in the legend of King Arthur, which is pursued by the knights of the round table, is actually the treasure “magic cauldron” that frequently appears in Celtic mythology.

Some magic pots have inexhaustible wealth, some can brew infinite wisdom, and some, like the Holy Grail legend, can lead the hero's soul to eternal life.

However, with the invasion of foreign sects and the loss of local culture, the story of the magic pot has become a more deified "Holy Grail" in the legends that have been handed down to this day.

Nor is Mr Wells' collection of the most famous grails.

But in terms of power and mystery, the one in Mr. Wells' vault isn't far behind.

Bancy has counted Mr. Wells' legacy, and combined with the size of the magic pot and Mr. Wells' experience, he reasonably speculates that it should be the legendary "Bran's Magic Pot".

That is the story of the giant Saint Bran recorded in the mythical story "Mabino Gion". The most precious treasure that appears in it is Bran's magic pot. According to legend, the magic pot can bring the dead back to life infinitely. The price is that the resurrected will lose the ability to speak.

Mr. Wells once thought of resurrecting his lover, and Bancy has counted quite a lot of related materials and utensils in his relics.

He has no way of knowing why Mr. Wells finally gave up the resurrection plan, or whether he has tried and finally fully realized that this is no longer the mysterious and prosperous era in his memory, even if he tried his best to never Knowing where Bran's magic pot was dug out, it is impossible to throw in the raw materials like a certain children's literature and stir to cook the departed people out again.

What is gone is what is gone, and there is a bottomless chasm between the dead and the living, which even the gods cannot cross.

So the magic pot that Bancy saw was covered in dust and rust, and it was stuffed with some mess. It was completely used by Mr. Wells as a trash can, squatting pitifully in the corner.

But this does not affect Bancy's first sight when he walked into the treasure room. The ancient and powerful mystery hidden under the rust is still an ancient and powerful mystery. With only a trace of breath, the whole treasure room is silent. A pool of stagnant water.

All the collections have their tails between their tails and put away their own aura. The energy should fluctuate like a galaxy flowing, and the dynamic balance between the energy fields, but now there is only that rusty wind wandering back and forth, as if patrolling yourself territory.

Such a powerful mystery made Banxi's heart skip a beat when he saw it, so he was not surprised that he would become a coveted object in the inheritance, but he was more surprised that there was only one contender.

He is ready for a long and protracted wheel battle.

Well, considering who the contender is, it doesn't seem that surprising.

Not long after the funeral, Bancy saw an envelope on the coffee table at home, tapped the seal with a badge of wax, and pressed it with an acorn.

Very common, an acorn plucked from an oak tree, but also very uncommon--Bansy knew about it--picked on the sixth day of the full moon, untouched by the ground, soft and clean when dropped an acorn caught in his white cloak.

Mistletoe patterns spread across the wax paint, and the envelope was so thin and light that nothing could be seen inside when held to the light, as if there was nothing inside.

There is no recipient, no signature, and no text or pattern decoration.

It didn't even alarm Bansy's security guards inside and outside the house, as if the envelope was supposed to be there.

Bancy opened the envelope, which contained no letters. A woman's voice jumped out of the envelope and rang clearly in the room.

"Bancy Rothbart is hereby cordially invited to..."

This is an invitation, not only from the contenders for the magic pot, but also from the participation of the witch "Bansy"—how should that word be said in Chinese, Bansy held the envelope and pondered deeply.

correct.

"Sisterhood." He used the most appropriate words to explain to Shi Li what kind of existence a small group of witches is.

Strict assessment, strict rules, mutual help and resource sharing, and close relationship between members.

Bancy's mother was once a core member of a sorority, so Bancy, who inherited her mother's existence, is still a member of the sorority, and attended several of their gatherings as a "bancy" during his adulthood.

The witch who found Uther in a detour first also belonged to that sorority. If not, what Bancy received now was not a party invitation but a curse of malicious threats.

——The members of the sorority vow never to hurt each other, can leave but never betray.

The binding force of such an oath is almost the same as the sacred oath on Banxi. Once you violate it, you will be backlashed by the oath. Losing your life is a trivial matter, but the most serious thing is your own mysterious demise.

Death can be used as part of a wizard's practice, and his own mysterious demise means a complete farewell to the mysterious world.

"Are you going?" Shi Lu asked, thinking about how many box-bottomed skirts were left in Bancy's closet, and wanted to grind those expensive and fragile fabrics with itchy paws.

But he can't do that.

He knows, he knows.

Those dresses are part of the existence of Bansy, and even Bansy himself cannot erase it.That's an important part of Bancy's own mystery. At some point, he can tear up a few pieces with Shilu to make them louder for fun, instead of throwing them all away as firewood to burn them clean.

This is the same reason that he cannot change the name "Bancy Rothbart". Any spell requires a wizard to know "who he is". are all based on the name.

And he doesn't have another name, and his own existence is not stable. Once he denies this name, there is about a [-]% probability of leaving this world directly.

Nameless souls and existences without identities are only souls that have been thoroughly washed by that river and are about to move on.

Shi Lu licked the back molars, and began to feel that the roots of the teeth were a little itchy.

"It's okay." Bancy rubbed the back of Shi Li's neck, as if trying to comfort a cat, "I won't wear those skirts this time."

Although it was a party that had to be attended as "Bancie Rothbart", in informal and not-so-serious occasions, it wasn't that there were no loopholes for him to take advantage of.

Bansy took out a suit from the not-so-pressed bottom of the closet.

There is no sense of disobedience when mixed with his suit. At first glance, it is all hand-made and rigorous. There is nothing strange or obviously feminine even in Bancy's suit. The slender waist and long legs and a small part of the ankle are dazzling white .

Except, it's a women's suit.

Modified from the women's suit, the women's suit that removes most of the women's suit designs.