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Baron De Lan and the young man dragged the corpse and followed the black dog into the secret room.

If the body was still alive, it would be a disappointment to see the scene in the secret room.

Contrary to his fantasies, this chamber was not a treasury—think carefully, who would put the treasury behind the stone slabs at the entrance of the temple—but a craftsman's makeshift workshop.

Fortunately, neither Baron Derain nor the young man had unrealistic expectations. A First Era craftsman workshop was enough to satisfy their curiosity and generate more desires for exploration.

The first thing the young man noticed was the stone slab near the entrance of the secret room.

This slate is a jigsaw puzzle composed of dozens of slates. The pattern on it is exactly the circular magic circle that the young man comprehended outside, and the whole pattern is shining.

The young man reached out and touched one of the stone slabs curiously, interrupting the magic circuit, and saw that the passage on the wall disappeared. He quickly pushed the stone slab back, and the passage on the wall opened again.

"Is that the door lock?" Baron Derain noticed the young man's movements, "Then it's better to close the 'door'? It would be bad if others saw it."

The young man took a look at the corpse of the mage who had turned into a monster, and felt deeply convinced.

He moved the slate on the wall, making the entrance disappear.

The young man looked at Baron Theresa, and said hesitantly, "I'm Ozzy, may I ask if you are..."

"Delan, Apprentice Reaper...probably." Baron Delan explained his impression of his "part-time job" at night in his own words.

"It really is the god of death!" Oz looked at Baron Delan's scythe with admiration, and then looked at the big black dog next to him: "Then this one is your... partner?"

"Why a partner?"

"Just, the feeling," Oz said.

He originally wanted to say "pet", but the big black dog looked at him coldly, making Oz feel that if he dared to say the word "pet", his life would be lost.

Oz thought so, so he blurted out: "And judging from your aura, you are more like his pet."

"Hello!" Baron Theresa called.

The black dog said: "You are very discerning! I allow you to call me 'Boss'."

"...Boss?" Oz asked in a daze.

The black dog nodded.

Oz asked, "Boss, why are you here?"

"Come to inspect." The black dog replied.

"I see."

"No, you're so' a ghost!" Baron Derain said, "What do you know?"

"Aren't you the gods of death? So you passed by here during the patrol?" Oz said naturally.

It sounds reasonable... No, this dog is not my partner!

Baron Theresa thought.

But without waiting for Baron Delan to explain anything, Oz bowed to Baron Delan and the black dog: "Thank you for saving me... By the way, can Death kill people at will?"

"No way... Ordinary people can't be killed." Baron Delan said.

If you don't use reasonable media, soul searchers can't attack living people, and when you think about attacking, you will be severely warned, and those who behave seriously may even be "expelled from school."

Thinking of this, Baron Delan glanced at his 'wandering spirit detector' worriedly, and found that there was no warning instruction.

"Because this guy is no longer a human being. Looking at him, 90.00% of them are basically demons." The black dog pawed at the overseer's corpse and said, "The soul searcher can extradite him before he completely degenerates." The soul is basically a piece of merit."

The black dog paused, and said to Baron Delan: "Of course, I'm not encouraging you to do this. First, you can't tell what a demon is. Second, the ability of a soul searcher is not superior to the demon. It's your luck." Well, I just met one minion, and this minion almost killed you, let alone other demons."

"...Yes." Why did I suddenly feel like I met a teacher.

But considering the wording of the black dog, it can't really be the teacher of the soul searcher school, right?

Baron Teresa's skin tightened for a while.

Ozzy had other concerns: "But why is the mage in the mage tower a demon? Didn't the others see it?"

"This is what I want to know!" Baron Delan muttered, and he also looked at the black dog.

For some reason, it always feels like this dog knows everything.

The black dog didn't explain, just shook his head:

"So what if you see it? They can't punish themselves!"

While the two of them were discussing the abnormal incident of the mage supervisor, the president of the Royal Society of Magic, Biji, stood in front of the mirror in horror, checking his abnormal state.

This mirror is not an ordinary mirror, but a "mirror of truth", which can detect the deformation of various dark creatures and find hidden curses.

Biji had to take a photo every once in a while. After all, the competition within the Royal Society of Magic was also very fierce. It was impossible to tell which black magician would use shady methods.

So today Biji also routinely looked in the mirror, and was taken aback.

He didn't see the curse, but saw some white feathers growing on his wrist.

For a mage, especially a royal mage, this is worse than being cursed:

This is magic, right?

How did I get it?Where did it get infected? !

Biggi thought in horror.

However, as the president of the Royal Society of Magic, Biggie is not helpless against this slight demonization. He immediately opened his cabinet, took out five or six purification scrolls made by Lord Murray himself, and patted them on himself. Behind him, he took out more than a dozen bottles of holy water blessed by different bishops of light, and poured them on his wrist.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

These feathers grew unmovingly on his wrist, and they didn't seem to disappear at all.

Biggie looked desperate.

He knew that if anyone saw the feathers, his future would be ruined.

Biggie shook his teeth, grabbed a feather, and forcibly pulled it off——

it hurts!

The severe pain was like pulling out the heart directly!

But this kind of pain is nothing compared to losing all the power. Biji gritted his teeth and pulled out the feathers one by one, and burned the position of the feathers, lest they leave fluff and traces or something .

Then, when Biggie took out the ointment, he suddenly hesitated.

This kind of physical "hair removal" is a temporary solution, not the root cause, and the evil energy that pollutes the body still exists.

And the magic ointment can heal Biji's hands in one night, but Biji is not sure whether new feathers will grow on the cured skin.

If there were new feathers, Biggie would have preferred to keep his wrists this burnt.

Just when Biggie was hesitating, there was a knock on the door outside his office.

"Master Biji, the Duke of the South wants to see you."

"Fuck, what's the time?" Biggie cursed in a low voice, but still shouted to the outside, "Tell him to wait, I'll come out right away."

Biji went around in a circle, but in the end he didn't apply medicine to himself, but found a robe with wide sleeves and draped it on the outside, covering his wrists, and walked out quickly.

In the association's waiting room, there was already a small, lean man waiting there.

In terms of size, the other party doesn't look like a "Duke".

In fact, the Duke of the South, who sounds like the "Duke of the East", is not as worthy of the name as the Duke of the East.

The title of the Duke of the Southern Territory was originally conferred in order to suppress the Duke of the Eastern Territory.

The duke was nothing more than a subordinate of the king at that time.

The dukes of the southern border once controlled a large area of ​​land in the southern border in name, but a large part of these lands were owned by foreigners from the beginning and could not be controlled. The dukes of the southern border were not attached to their own territory. The prosperity of the country is more suitable for me, so most of the time I live in the royal capital for a long time, and only let my servants and stewards manage the land. After the emperor proposed industrialization, the then Southern Duke held high the banner of approval from the very beginning, bringing many The territory was developed to build factories, but he made a lot of money and became one of the richest nobles in the contemporary era.

The current Southern Duke has no regrets, he only hopes that he can live longer and continue his "career".

It was at this time that he heard about the "Reconstruction of the Kingdom of God" plan of the Mage Tower.

No, it's not right to say that it was only at this time that I heard something was wrong. The Duke of the Southern Border knew that the mage sent by the gods wanted to awaken the great god of magic, but he didn't care much. He couldn't sit still until he heard "rebuild the kingdom of God" up.

That is the "Kingdom of God"!

As one of the dukes of this country, how can he not have a place in it?

The Duke of the Southern Territory suddenly became excited. He tried his best to find out the inside story. Not long ago, he even got a chance to visit the "Kingdom of God" in person.

The results are naturally astonishing.

Whether it is the red lotus in the magic well or the temple in the space crack, they are all unseen sights in this era. The Duke of the South has no doubt that he can obtain eternal life there.

However, in front of the president of the Royal Society of Magic, the Duke of Southland never mentioned this matter.

He just smiled and said to President Biji: "Master President, what a big move in the Royal Mage Tower recently!"

"Have you?" Biji replied indifferently, putting his hands in his sleeves.

"Why not? You have harvested all the magic seeds in the capital area, right?" The Duke of the Southland laughed, "What is the reason for the sudden expansion of the recruitment of so many mages?"

"..." Biggie narrowed his eyes, but didn't answer.

And the Duke of the Southern Territory didn't need him to answer, he said to himself: "Could it be to fight against the Eastern Territory? So, the Eastern Territory has been very arrogant recently! It's a magic power base station, and it's a flying competition. It's like they It's like the orthodoxy of a mage!"

When this matter was mentioned, Biji was also a little annoyed: "The orthodoxy of magic is in the capital!"

Cecilia's group of guys just didn't have time to clean up for the time being.

But when the Kingdom of God is rebuilt and the gods are awakened, that group of untouchable mages will perish!

"That's right, Cecilia's are just a group of wild mages," the Duke of the Southland agreed, showing a mysterious smile, "In order to support the cause of the Royal Mage Tower, I am willing to donate a sum of money to cultivate more Many mage seeds."

"It's not doing you any good," said Biggie.

"Being able to be used by the Mage Tower is the greatest benefit." The Duke of the South said sincerely.

Biji made a gesture of blessing in satisfaction: "God will bless you."

That's it!

The Duke of the South showed a delighted smile, and was about to respond when he noticed Biji's slipped sleeve—of course, it's nothing to watch for an old man to show his elbow, especially when the other party's wrist is still dripping with blood When mixed with traces of burns.

The Duke of the Southern Region couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master President, your wrist...!"

"!" Biji subconsciously wanted to protect her, and considered killing her to silence her.

——Although it was a bit troublesome to kill the Duke of the South, it was not impossible.

However, the Duke of the Southern Region asked excitedly: "Could this be the legendary stigmata?"

Stigmata?Stigmata...

Isn't this what the Illuminati Church claims?

Some ascetic self-masochists always make themselves bloody, and claim to be traces left by the gods.

As a mage, naturally there is no such tradition, that is, these laymen are confused.

But after being stunned for a while, Biji smiled: "Yes, this is a stigmata."

"This is proof that the gods are recovering!"

He raised his arms and said.

Even Angel didn't know that the demonic traces he left on the mages were understood by the mages themselves without any explanation from him.

It may even become a trend sometime in the future.

At this moment, in the temple, two people and a dog are investigating the situation in the secret room.

Although it is a craftsman's studio, it is not empty. The magic apprentice Oz found a drawing stone in a corner of the room. Although he couldn't understand the words written in the first era on it, anyone could see the pictures on the stone. It is the teaching of drawing the magic coat of arms, which is exactly what Oz wants, and he concentrates on learning.

Baron Delan is more interested in the craftsman's workbench.

He observed the items on the workbench, guessed the usage of different items, and tried his best to record the texts of the first era, preparing to go back and search for information.

And when he searched the entire workbench, in the second drawer below, he found a magic crystal.

"This is a sound crystal, as long as you input sound into it, you can hear the sound stored in it," Black Dog explained from the side when he saw it, "Just treat it as a magical gramophone."

"Magic is really convenient." Baron Delan sighed.

With this kind of thing, mages can live a life that technology has developed to the phonograph stage in the first era. It is no wonder that these mages have no interest in technology.

Baron Teresa tried to input magic power, and sure enough (I don't know if it is) the voice of the first era remained:

"On the day of the red moon, the magic tide is XX degrees, sunny"

"It is said that the diaries are not serious people, but I have to record my life, because the construction plan of the temple is very wrong, and they will not let us builders leave alive."

"If one day someone discovers this room and finds this crystal, it means that I am dead."

"I just hope that later people find out the truth."

"The gods are probably... gone!"

Hearing this, Oz also put down the slate in his hand and walked over.

He asked strangely: "Isn't the god gone long ago?"

"It has always been a question about when and how the gods fell." Baron Delan can answer this question without a black dog. "Some say it was the curse of the female tyrant Yinna. After her heavenly kingdom was destroyed by the gods, The gods began to fall; some people think that it was Cecilia's betrayal, because Cecilia seized the authority of the gods and led to the fall of the gods. He drew the abyss in order to make up for his mistakes; After the fall, only the demons appeared, but they have been concealed all the time. The last way to say it is a minority..."

Having said that, Baron De Lan paused, his expression a bit subtle.

"But if this record is really the first era, then the last statement may be true, because when the temple of the god of commerce was built in the first era, the god died."

"So what are the mages revived now?" Oz asked in shock, "There is no temple of God?"

"Probably so?"

Baron Delan shook his head, and continued to input magic power, allowing the sound of the first era to continue.

Then the craftsman demonstrated this statement.

He recorded in detail the magic organs in the temple in his diary. These organs are obviously used by the priests to disguise the gods. They seem to be planning to hide the inside story that the God of Commerce has disappeared, pretending that the other party is still on the throne.

Ozzy noted down the location of these institutions, ready to verify.

However, when he listened to the craftsman's description, he felt a little subtle: "Why do you feel that what he is describing is not so much the first era, but what is happening now?"

"There is nothing new under the sun." The black dog said lazily.

"It's still a little different!" Baron Delan said, "People in the first era relied too much on gods. They couldn't imagine life without gods, so they could only go on like that, but today is different. We don't necessarily need gods, or even need them. Magic can also change the world, and this deception can be exposed!"

Sure enough, the Mage Association is a liar organization with a history and tradition!I believe that the inside story of the Kingdom of God has been transmitted, even the emperor will no longer support the construction of a Kingdom of God, right?

The black dog glanced at Baron De Lan, but did not comment.

Oz smiled wryly, "Master Death, you are so optimistic."

On the other hand, the craftsman's diary has also come to an end.

This diary is not long, and the craftsman obviously only recorded what he found useful, and he did not give up struggling until the end.

"Moonless day, magic tide XX degrees, heavy rain"

"The temple is basically completed, but the management is stricter than in the past. We are not even allowed to leave the temple for a short time. Yesterday, XX just bought a melon at the entrance, and he was whipped. They really want to kill us. !"

"We're not going to sit still, so we're going to implement the (strange pronunciation) plan."

"Hopefully."

The sound of the First Era came to an abrupt end here.

I don't know what the craftsman's final outcome is: whether he escaped or died here.

There was a moment of silence in the secret room.

Baron Theresa smiled unbearably silently: "I don't know what this (strange pronunciation) plan is?"

"This pronunciation seems to be a magical character from the first era," Ozzy thought. He took the slate just now and showed it to Baron Derain: "Look, is it this?"

"This is not a picture... Ah!" Baron Derain looked at the picture for a while, and then he understood.

It is the same as Ozzy opening the door of the stone slab. The pattern on the slate is a set of magic cycle paths, but if you pronounce along this magic cycle, it will have a similar sound.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at the key next to the "door".

Oz looked over too.

"Don't you think, if it's just a simple key, there's no need for so many puzzle pieces?" Baron Delan said.

Ozzy nodded: "There are so many puzzles, they can be assembled into other patterns."

The two stood up immediately, and adjusted the jigsaw puzzle pattern on the 'door lock' slate, adjusting it to the rune word pronounced by the other party.

With the actions of the two, a golden light was emitted from the wall on the other side, and a new "door" was formed.

Baron Theresa and Oz exchanged an excited look.

They went to the "door" and looked behind it, and found that the opposite was not a new room, but a long passage, leading to nowhere.

"It's a secret road!" Baron Theresa said.

He took out a lamp from the cloak - this is a regular prop for soul searchers, because undead often stay in dark places, and for soul searchers who are still practicing, they are not used to being there fight in an atmosphere.

Oz looked at the secret passage curiously: "It seems that the previous craftsman planned to escape through this secret passage?"

"I don't know where it leads?" Baron Delan raised the lamp and looked at the secret road.

He turned around only to find that Ozzy had returned to the room and dragged the body out.

Baron Teresa asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"I'm always a little worried about putting it there, so let's see where this secret passage leads to. If it's appropriate, it's better to throw it in the secret passage?" Oz said.

...you are a fast learner!

Baron Derain complained in his heart, and glanced at the black dog that almost merged with the darkness.

They dragged the corpse into the depths of the secret passage.

But they didn't go far, and at the first intersection, there was a bright light shining on them.

"Who?!" the person shouted.

Oops, found out!

Baron Theresa and Oz froze.

Among them, Baron Delan is okay. After all, he is not from here. He is still a soul searcher in the state of soul. If he can't do it, he can be forced to "wake up". He was tortured so hard that even his soul could not be saved.

It's a pity that the coming man's light immediately shone on the mage on the ground.

He asked, "Did you kill this?"

"So what?" Baron Delan took out his sickle, trying to fight to the death in the secret passage.

Unexpectedly, the other party breathed a sigh of relief, and then sighed: "Comrade!"

He changed the direction of the beam of light in his hand so that it did not aim at Baron De Lan's eyes.

"Huh?" Baron Teresa was stunned.

But he saw the other person clearly: this is a man wearing the short robe of a magic apprentice like Ozzy, and the other person is not alone, there are seven or eight people on the other side of the secret passage.

No way!There are so many enemies at once, it can't be dealt with.

Baron Theresa was still worried.

The man saw this worry, and he smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong! As long as you kill those **** mages, we will be friends!"

"We are organized by the Anti-Mage Tower!"