Mage's Secret

Trafalle was woken up by a knock on the door.

He raised his head and opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the ceiling he usually saw when he woke up.This made him a little confused for a moment where he was.

Staring at the scene in front of him for a while, he realized that what he was staring at was the window of his room, and he was sitting on the chair in the room at this time.

He moved his slightly stiff shoulders, and the discomfort of soreness was immediately fed back to his brain from the muscles, and it also reminded him of what happened last night.When he came out of the bathroom, Murphy was still in a coma. Because he was not sure whether the ray of light magic would have other effects on Murphy, he planned to keep the person by his side to observe, and in case of an emergency, he could quickly response.

He walked to the bed while wiping his hair, looked at the single bed that Murphy occupied most of it, struggled for a while and still didn't lie down next to Murphy, turned around, walked to the chair in the room, and made do with his stomach on the table all night.

Although he was indeed angry because of Murphy's behavior, and thought that Murphy's current fate was completely self-inflicted, but after all, he was not cruel enough to do such an inhumane thing as throwing the wounded on the ground and going to bed by himself.

The first half of his life thus far has obviously not been very good.At the beginning, I was lucky enough to have something to eat and a place to rest, but then I worked hard on research, often forgot the time, and when I came back to my senses, I was so tired that I was about to lose consciousness, and I would lie on the table like this on the rest.It wasn't until the last few years that the situation gradually improved. It wasn't that he was no longer busy, but that he had apprentices to help him share a lot of things, which freed up a lot of time for him, and at least he was able to live a relatively healthier life. Schedule.

But obviously his body has not forgotten the state when he suffered hardships, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable lying on his stomach to rest, so he slept like that until dawn.

Traphael closed his dry eyes, first turned his head and glanced at the magic sundial on the bedside - a little later than his usual wake-up time - and then turned his gaze to Murphy who was lying on the bed body.

Murphy still didn't wake up, his breathing was calm now, and his face was no longer as bad as last night, but his lips were still a little pale.Generally speaking, his state at this time is not bad, and even the evil breath that could not be restrained from last night has subsided.

At this moment, the wooden door of Traphael's room was knocked again, and the knock sounded, and the knocker raised his voice and asked a little eagerly: "Teacher, teacher, Are you in there?"

The voice was a little blurry because of the door, but Traphael still recognized it as Elvis' voice.

He got up and walked to the door, and asked through the door, "What's the matter?"

Although I got up a little later than usual today, it’s still not time for lectures. How could Elvis knock on his door in such a hurry at this time? Traphael thought for a while and looked at the Murphy, who was in a coma, had a vague guess in his heart.

His slightly hoarse voice from just waking up calmed down the commotion outside the door. After a short pause, he heard Elvis say: "A gentleman who claims to be a paladin wants to find you."

Sure enough, Traphael thought, he said: "I see, you tell him to wait a moment, I will go over after changing my clothes."

Elvis answered outside the door, and then there was the sound of his leaving footsteps.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Traphael went to the window and pushed the window to the two sides. Bitter and fresh cold wind poured in from the window, dispelling the bloody smell left in the room from last night.

After rinsing his mouth in the bathroom, he casually wiped his face with cold water. He returned to the room but did not go to the closet. Instead, he walked to the bed and cast the staff in his hand at the devil on the bed.The gem at the top of the staff gave off a faint green light, and the demon slowly floated up from the bed, and the quilt slipped off his body.

Seeing the demon's naked body, the mage frowned, tilted his staff slightly, and the quilt floated up along with it, covering the demon's body.

The mage turned and walked towards the door. The demon seemed to be being held by something, and kept floating behind him at a distance of three feet, and followed him towards the door.

The mage held the doorknob and didn't open it right away. He let out a single sound from his mouth and paused again before opening the door.Outside the door is not a corridor, but another room—the devil's room.

After connecting the room with Murphy's room, Traphael did not go in, but let the door out sideways, and waved the staff to direct the demon floating in the air to float into the room, and finally landed on him On his own bed, Traphael's quilt also fell on him.

After finishing these, the mage closed the door, and then took off the robe that he wore overnight yesterday, and changed into a light blue and white robe.

After tidying up his slightly messy hair in front of the mirror, and confirming that there was no trace of fatigue on his face, Traphael reopened the door.

This time, outside the door is the corridor of the mage tower, but it is not the corridor on the floor of Traphael's room, but the floor where the reception room is located - as a magician of the space department, there is really no need to be like an apprentice Hurry on your way.

DeWitt was sitting in the reception room of the mage tower at this time, his face was calm, but his heart was a little nervous. After all, it was a big event for demons to appear on the mainland.

After the mage left with the demon last night, the paladin quickly returned to the hall where the banquet was still held, and explained the matter to the city lord.After learning that the beauty beside him was actually a demon, the city lord was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he quickly called for guards to seal off the hall and the scene where the demon and mage disappeared.

After counting the people at the scene, it was naturally discovered that the people who disappeared were Harold and Helena.The city lord immediately mobilized his men to head to Harold's manor, and led the paladin to Helena's room.

Helena and Harold, who were stuffed into the closet and under the bed respectively, were discovered by everyone in this way. The Paladin carefully checked their bodies and rooms, but failed to find any clues.Partly because there are really no clues.The demon and the mage acted neatly, using spells throughout the process without leaving anything behind.On the other hand, because he didn't have a deep study of spells, he couldn't do anything about spell casting traces or magic fluctuations.

Since he couldn't see any Ni Duan, could he find some useful clues by finding a mage to assist him?This is why the paladin is sitting here at this time.

DeWitt maintained a meticulous sitting posture and looked at the room calmly.

There were magic patterns carved on the wall that looked like decorative patterns. He couldn't understand them, but he guessed that they should be part of some kind of magic circle.The furniture in the room, as well as the decorations hanging on the walls or placed on both sides of the corridor that I have just seen along the way, look inconspicuous, but they are really good things.Either it is a high-level imitation of some legendary thing, or it is made of high-level magic materials.Although it is not as exaggerated as if there is a price but no market, it is indeed hard to find.

And the chair under him, although the material is only ordinary nanmu, but there are many magic patterns carved on it, it is very soft to sit on, not as hard as ordinary wooden chairs.Not only that, sitting on the chair can also feel a faint breeze, which makes people feel very refreshing, and the fatigue from a busy night last night has also been reduced a lot.

Enchanted items are not absent outside the mage tower, but most of them are weapons, armor, or other magical items that can be used for attack or defense.These combat equipment are made by blacksmiths who have some magical talents but have not been apprentices, and most of them are expensive.

This kind of enchantment for everyday items is not completely absent, it's just not common.Because those blacksmiths who know about enchanting disdain to do these things, and real mages or other spellcasters are usually of high status, even the apprentices who failed to become mages due to limited talent in the end are basically the children of nobles or rich families .Such identities prevent them from making large quantities of enchanted items for sale, at most they are for their own use.Only when these prominent families fell into despair, would their clansmen sell these items with magic patterns at a high price.

Of course, the temple where the paladins lived had many enchanted items, but none of them were so advanced.

A person who knows how to enjoy, the paladin silently commented in his heart.

It is impossible to say that DeWitt never doubted Traphael from the beginning.After all, a mage who can use black magic and doesn't wear a black robe is enough for him to cast suspicious eyes on all mages on the mainland.

Of course, he had heard of Archmage Traphael before his visit, and becoming a mage was enough to become famous in the mainland, not to mention the rarer, young Archmage.The bard had already compiled his deeds into poems and sang them to every corner of the continent. The only thing known like his name, except for his mage tower, was his good reputation.

Young, knowledgeable, and famous, he seems to have no reason to collude with the devil.But—the paladin pointed his finger at his knee, thinking casually—he is a mage, who knows what goes on in the mind of a mage, judging by their crazy enthusiasm for knowledge, in their own experiments It doesn't seem impossible to open a hole leading to the devil world in the room.

At this time, the door of the reception room was opened, and the sound of the door opening interrupted DeWitt's thinking.He turned his head to look at the door, and the mage holding a long staff was standing by the door.