Only this trick can summon the Elemental Elf King

"If you really want to know, go to Cohen. He knows everything." When Rein left, the old mage left the warm and soft nest.He just stood at the door, and suddenly said such a sentence.

Cohen is not a mage, but he is a knowledgeable person. There is no one in Conton who is more obsessed with these spell scrolls that he never uses.

Lein nodded, feeling that he should say something, but the old mage had already turned around and closed the door with a bang.

Rein had planned to show the manuscript to the teacher, but unexpectedly, the old mage refused, and he was not even that interested in the matter of the Elemental Elf King.

All kinds of signs made him more curious about the truth in the legend.

The young mage touched the ring intentionally or unintentionally. He temporarily changed his destination, and had to start all over again for the planned day.

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Like Morollin, Cohen was about to fall into the pit, and they even planned to be buried in the Corolla pit after death.

When this old man who condensed human wisdom took out his exquisitely crafted glasses, wiped them carefully, and put them on solemnly, Rein dared to breathe at a slower rate.

Like Mo Luolin, Cohen didn't like the so-called hierarchy. He had sat on the small sofa opposite him before, as well as a bum.

"I'm from Moluolin." Rein said bluntly.

Like Mo Luolin, the old man did not like others to beat around the bush.

But likes to beat around the bush by himself.

"Moluolin? Which Moluolin?" When Lain's gaze focused on him, the old man was also looking at him.

"The Moluolin from the White Demon Tower or the Moluolin from Corolla?"

"Corolla."

"Huh? I don't know that Mo Luolin."

"...The Tower of the White Devil."

"Haha, you must be joking, Mo Luolin from the Tower of the White Devil has long since died." The old man's gaze suddenly became as mysterious as a priest's, tantalizing, "He died in Corolla."

"..." Forgive the eccentricity that geniuses have at the same time.

Rein looked at him, and the fingers that had been rubbing against the ring for a long time suddenly turned the ring.

Both notebooks appeared in his hand.

"The laboratory of Adams in the Forest of Sages, I have unlocked the restriction there."

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Although I have heard about "Crazy Cohen" for a long time, when he took out his notes, the old man who was half buried in the soil suddenly burst out with a huge force, which ejected him from his seat, At that moment, it seemed that it was not a person, but a wolf that had been hungry for a long time.

Rein even chanted the spell subconsciously, and then quickly reacted, changing the sharp wind blade into a soft wind shield.

This wind shield successfully calmed Cohen down. He tremblingly took the glasses that Rein handed over. That outburst seemed to have exhausted the rest of his life. He could only sit slumped on the chair, shaking his voice. Say, "Good boy, can you show me this?"

Rein handed over the note in his hand without hesitation.After Cohen got it, he didn't open it immediately. He stroked the notebook he took out from the fireplace in Mo Luolin's house and fell silent. After a long time, he raised his head and asked him, "Have you read it?"

Rein nodded, and asked along the way: "The last one that was torn off..."

"The key." Cohen quickly answered him, "the key to the truth."

Cohn stood up, feeling much better after resting for a while, and walked to his amazingly sized bookcase, pulling out a book that didn't stand out from a row of beautifully bound books.

Cohen put the book on a messy workbench, and put it together with two notebooks, "Lein." He looked up and asked, "Do you know High Elvish?"

"I know." Rein replied, standing up from the sofa and sitting closer to Coen, "This is the language of the high elves, because it is too obscure, almost no one studies and masters this language. Many human magical spells were originally written in High Elvish."

"Yes." Keen was still standing, and he looked down at the young mage, "After all, magic is the exclusive privilege of high elves." Before the surprised mage refuted him with what he had learned in the history of magic class, Cohen said first: "Magic is the generous gift of the high elf king to mankind. He translated obscure spells into continental languages, and shared the privileges of the high elves almost without reservation. He is not afraid of being overtaken by humans at all." Look, ah, it's really confusing, isn't it? Humans have nothing to gain, and humans at that time knew nothing. Don't try to refute me, the things you learned in History of Magic class are just made-up lies. He paused. "What is there for human beings?" He repeated, as if satisfied with his question.

"Line." He sat down and looked at the mage at the same level, "I think you know it too. But there is one thing you don't know."

"The name of the High Elven King—I haven't told anyone about it yet—is engraved on a fragment of the ruins—in High Elvish—and I saw it."

"Luther Ever." Cohen suddenly smiled, "What a coincidence, it's exactly the same name as the Elemental Elf King."

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There's nothing more satisfying than subverting one's worldview.There is something comforting about being able to see the shock that once manifested in oneself manifest in others.

Cohen gave Rein some time to sort out his thoughts. It was really difficult for people to accept these things, while he sat down and opened the original manuscript of the "List of Elemental Spirits".

But the more he looked down, his relaxed expression gradually faded, and a more terrifying thought swelled in his heart, which was not inferior to what shocked Rein.

"Is there any problem?" A drop of cold sweat slipped into the folds of the skin on the crazy historian's forehead. He was pulled back violently by the call, but the fear in his eyes had not dissipated.

The mage who had calmed down the turmoil in his heart looked calm, but his tightly clenched hands betrayed the tension in his heart, "Is there any problem?" He was not the only one who was frightened.

Ke En didn't answer him, he just asked with the last luck: "Can you summon the Elemental Elf King?"

Rein nodded, but he was not very willing to do so, especially after knowing some earth-shattering little secrets.

Apparently Cohen had completely ignored his emotions and said eagerly, "Would it be possible...to summon him here?"

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Unsurprisingly it failed.

The dust on the ground did not shake, and no one came out suddenly behind him.

"I just recited the spell..." Rein took the note and carefully checked on the ground that no one got out, then explained to Cohen in a panic.

Cohen seemed much more disappointed than he was, but he also added a little bit of consolation, "It's okay." He said, smiling suddenly, as relaxed and carefree as a death row prisoner who was suddenly pardoned.