Mage's Secret

There were bright magic lamps hanging from the four corners of the bathroom ceiling, but the steam still made everything seem hazy and unreal.

Traphael sits in the tub, his six-foot cherrywood staff leaning against the edge of the tub.He used to rarely take his staff into the bathroom because he always felt that the damp air was harmful to the woodwork, but he was too distracted to think about it now.

He sighed, picked up a handful of water and poured it over his head.He wiped the drops of water off his face, raised his hands and looked at his arms with a dark expression—starting from the elbows, black thorny patterns spread all the way to his shoulders.He didn't need to lower his head to know that his body, from collarbone to calf, was tightly entangled by these lines.

Those tingling sensations that seemed to be entangled by real thorns seemed to still remain on the skin. He reached out and gently stroked the pattern on his chest. The skin there was still smooth and there was no change in the touch.He lowered his hands, slid his body into the water, and sighed again.

He closed his eyes, recalling what happened not long ago.

When Murphy told him his name, he began to chant the spell.It was a weird pronunciation different from any spell he knew, but before he could think about it, a strange heat spread from Murphy's fingertips touching his forehead.

The objects in the room that were shaken by the previous summoning spell trembled again, and the magic circle that isolated the space fluctuations also began to show signs of instability and faint signs of collapse.Traphael noticed this, but he couldn't stop it, because he couldn't move, he was locked in place and couldn't move.

Murphy let out a series of trills with a solemn expression, Traphael's body shook, the sound of the demon chanting a spell and the clang of objects vibrating all disappeared from his ears, and everything in his eyes became blurred until it was dark. I can't even feel my own breathing and heartbeat.All he could see were the demon's red eyes that seemed to be bleeding, and the only thing he could feel was the hot fingertips on his forehead.His mind was a mess, his thoughts were all tied up, and he was so dazed that even his mind was about to be sucked into the darkness between those eyes.

But soon he felt something else, he felt something winding up his legs, and he was in a trance at this moment, unable to distinguish what those things that wrapped his body all around him were.After a burst of tightness and tingling, all the sensations came back. He heard the low and misty sound of the demon chanting incantations and the sound of the glass bottle falling to the ground and shattering. The surrounding scenery became clear again in his eyes. The flames of the torches plugged into the wall were shaking violently, and the magic lamps were also vibrating on the wall.

After Murphy uttered the last syllable, he withdrew his hand, and Traphael regained control of his body.Almost instantly, he took a step back and began to breathe heavily.The evil atmosphere filled every corner of the research room, his brain ached and he almost felt sick.

"The contract is done," he heard the demon say.

Traphael straightened up with his staff on his back. He felt that Murphy's face was much paler than before. Although he looked normal, Traphael didn't think it was his own illusion.

As if feeling Trafael's scrutiny, Murphy folded his arms pretending to be relaxed and said, "I think we should talk about the details of the transaction next."

Traphael looked around, the tables, chairs and various instruments were shaken up and down, books and scrolls were scattered all over the place.Most of the bottles and jars on the shelves were shaken off, and the ground was full of shards of glass and spilled medicine.

"Here?" Trafalle asked.

Murphy sneered: "Obviously, this is not a suitable place for conversation."

Traphael hesitated: "However, if you step out of this magic circle, your strong evil fluctuations can be felt even ten kilometers away."

"This is not something worth worrying about." Murphy said arrogantly, stretched out his right hand to press his own chest, bowed his head and chanted a series of spells.Unbelievably, the strong and strong evil aura emanating from him disappeared instantly.

Traphael felt it. Murphy's own magical fluctuations still exist, but they have become pure and without any attributes. At this time, he is like an ordinary person with only magical talents.

"Oh my god, there is actually a spell that conceals the frequency of magic..." Traphael said in amazement.

"It's just a trick." Murphy said casually, but Traphael still caught the flash of smug look on his face.

Traphael quickly came to his senses. He first cast a spell to erase the double magic circle drawn on the ground, but he didn't clean up the messy room.

"I'll take you to a suitable place to talk, please follow me." He turned his head and said this to Murphy, then walked towards the door of the research room.

Murphy followed him, and saw Traphael waving his staff and chanting a spell at the door. A magic circle with a faint white light appeared on the originally empty door, and the magic circle disappeared in a flash. , and then there was a burst of ripples on the door.The ripples soon subsided, and Traphael reached out to hold the doorknob and opened the door.

Outside the door is not a corridor with torches, but a dark room.

Traphael tapped the ground twice with his wand and uttered two short syllables. Several magic lamps hanging in the room immediately lit up at the same time, revealing everything hidden in the darkness in the room.

This is Traphael's study room. For convenience, he drew a two-way teleportation circle on the door of the study room and research room.It is not suitable for Murphy to appear in front of everyone. His strange clothes and strange red eyes have never been seen on the mainland. In addition, Traphael locked himself in the study for a whole day and tossed about in the research room , and then sent over such a person of unknown origin, it is extremely suspicious.

Therefore, the magic circle was directly sent to the study, and the two of them discussed the content of the transaction and the implementation method. It was the best choice at present, but at this time Traphael was standing at the door of the study, but he only wanted to help his forehead.The study still maintained the appearance when he left, with books and scrolls scattered all over the place, it seemed not much better than the research room behind them.

Murphy chuckled behind him, looked at the door that directly distorted the space and said, "Human spells are also interesting."

Then he crossed Traphael and walked into the messy study room, looked around in the spacious room with a sense of pickiness and some evaluation, then walked behind the desk and sat down with the back of his clothes, propped his chin with one hand and said: " This is what you call a suitable place to talk?"

Traphael was a little annoyed at his negligence. He walked into the study and closed the door, nodded to Murphy and said, "Sorry." Then he waved his staff and recited a lengthy incantation.

The book scrolls scattered on the ground were sucked into the space of another dimension, twisted and disappeared in place, and then appeared in the place where they should have been placed in the next second.Soon, the room was tidy again, and even the ladder with rollers returned to the bookshelf as if pushed by an invisible hand.

"Very efficient." Murphy put on his sarcastic smile again.

Traphael ignored him, walked straight to the desk, and looked at him across the desk: "Now we can have a good talk."

Murphy chuckled again: "Are you going to talk to me like this?"

"What?" Traphael asked, watching Murphy standing up in confusion, walking around the desk and walking in front of him.

"Look..." Murphy murmured as if in a whisper, "You sweat a lot, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Murphy's fingers landed on Traphael's chest as if to trace the sweat-stained outline on the mage's robe. Traphael took a step back to avoid him, looking at the demon in front of him with a probing look, as if trying to see through him What is the purpose.

Murphy withdrew his hand indifferently, looked at him calmly, spread his hands innocently and said, "Look, I am also thinking of you."

Traphael confronted him for a while, and also felt that his current appearance was a bit impolite for a serious conversation, he finally nodded slowly and said: "Then, I will trouble you to wait here for a while. "

Traphael walked to the door of the study, and when he held the doorknob, he looked back at Murphy worriedly. The young devil sat behind the desk and looked at him with a smile.

Traphael always felt that his smile was malicious, but he only hesitated for a moment before opening the door and going out.He walked to his room and ordered the apprentices he met along the way to clean up the research room.

Back in the room, Traphael walked into the bathroom full of thoughts, until he sat in the bathtub and found that he actually brought the staff in.

After cleaning himself, Traphael stepped out of the bathtub, and the water flowed down his slender body to his feet. He pulled the bathrobe on the shelf beside the bathtub to wrap his body and cover it. Those patterns like thorns bound him tightly.

That was his heavy shackles.

Traphael sighed again. His mood at this time was not much easier than when he was looking for a way to break through the bottleneck of research.The so-called cocooning is probably what he is like, he smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out and wiped his face, wiped those tired and helpless expressions from his face, and opened the bathroom door.

There was no one in the room, and everything remained the same as it was before he entered the bathroom, except for an extra plate of fruit on the table—this might have been brought in by an apprentice.

As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he stopped - something was wrong.His pupils constricted, and he could feel tiny fluctuations in the air, not an illusion.

He gripped his staff tightly and shouted to the empty room, "Who's there!"