Mage's Secret

There was no outsider in the study, so Murphy sat on the desk with his hands propped up, turned his body half a circle to face Traphael, and asked, "You seem to be very anxious recently, what trouble did you encounter? What's wrong?"

Trafael moved the chair a little to the side so that Murphy's long legs were far away from him, then looked at the playful Murphy with suspicious eyes, and said, "I guess you are not here to share my troubles of."

Murphy tapped his finger on the table: "Well, it's generally true, but you can tell me about any difficulties you encounter. You have to believe that I can also play the role of a good listener."

The mage leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his fingers in front of his lower abdomen, and looked at Murphy.After spending this period of time together, he has almost figured out the character of the devil, and enjoys seeing other people's troubled appearances. He guesses that the devil's inquiring about his troubles is just to satisfy his evil taste.But it's not impossible to tell Murphy about this matter. After all, he is also one of the parties involved. Let him know that this matter can be prepared early. If something really happens, he won't be completely caught off guard.

Thinking of this, Traphael said, "When you were hit by the paladin, some blood fell on the grass." Having said that, he picked up the staff beside him and tapped on the table next to Murphy, softly Say a mantra.A palm-sized glass jar appeared on the table, and it contained the green grass stained with Murphy's blood that he picked from the grove of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Most of these samples were brought back by me," Traphael said, "but Paladin Dewitt has to take some from me."

"So?" Murphy asked.

Traphael went on to explain: "You may not understand that there is a profession in the temple called priests. They, like wizards, can perform divination and prophecy. I am worried that paladins will let priests use your blood samples for divination..."

"Are you worried that I will reveal my identity?" Murphy smiled, obviously not taking Traphael's worries to heart, "I am a demon, the paladin should have felt it when he fought me, It's not a big deal. Since he didn't come directly to make trouble, but asked you to assist him in the investigation, it means that he didn't suspect you and your mage tower."

Traphael shook his head: "He did not doubt me at the time, but what I was worried about was that the relationship between you and me would be divined by the temple, and the situation would be dangerous."

Murphy sneered: "That's what you're worried about?"

His tone was too disdainful, and Traphael frowned unconsciously: "This is a very serious matter."

Murphy still looked careless, stretched out a finger and shook it: "It is indeed very serious, but they must be able to divination. You should know this kind of thing better than me. The spell caster can use Some special powers, but after all, they are only human beings—or just beings from the lower realms. In this regard, it is the same whether they are human beings, demons, or other creatures. With our ability, at most we can capture the vague outline of fate ——This is the limit of your human wizards and priests' abilities. Accurately perceiving fate, or clearly seeing the future and past of a thing, is beyond the capabilities of beings in the lower realms. This is something only gods can do. .”

"What they serve, the source of their strength is the God of Light." Traphael said disapprovingly.

With a mocking smile, Murphy said, "I told you, there are no gods anymore, and most of their power is of the same nature as yours."

No, such power does exist, Traphael thought of Yadunis, he has the ability to accurately see the past and the future.This point Traphael did not express, for some reason, he did not want to discuss this man who had a profound influence on his life with the devil.

Although Murphy couldn't read Traphael's exact thoughts, he could feel that the mage was not convinced by himself, so he went on to say: "If gods do exist, then the temple with divine power would have been able to rule the main continent long ago. "

"How could the God of Light have such ambitions?"

Murphy snorted disdainfully, and said, "Of course it's not gods who have ambitions, but humans who borrow the power of gods."

Seeing that Traphael still had a disapproving and preoccupied expression, Murphy didn't continue talking about this matter. He jumped off the table lightly, took a book from Traphael's shelf and left the study .

After this conversation, although Traphael did not completely let go of his worries, he did not have sleepless nights anymore.

It wasn't his style to sit still, even if he still harbored apprehension.He first went to persuade Murphy to return to the Demon Realm temporarily, and then come back when things here calmed down, but the demon sneered and refused—you must know that the openings to the Demon Realm from here and the openings on the other side are all random. So it is easy to go back, but it is difficult to come back.

Unable to convince Murphy, Traphael had no choice but to arrange the gems in a hidden corner of the research room, and first set up the magic circle for summoning the demons, and then send the demons away immediately when the temple moves.

And his arrangements only got ridiculed by the devil.

Traphael ignored the ridicule from the devil. For him, he was more worried about being caught by the temple than being said to be timid.

In the midst of the mage's worries, Dewitt and the paladins he led finally returned to the headquarters of the temple, the holy city of Dilo.

DeWitt did not go to rest first like everyone else. The first thing he did when he returned to the temple was to go to the tower where the priest was.

The sacrificial tower is different from the mage tower. Unlike the mage tower, each floor has its purpose, and the sacrificial tower is narrower and more empty.The tower is very high, and there are no other floors and rooms except the top floor where the priests lived.Open the gate of the tower, and a spiral staircase leads directly to the top floor.

Many paladins like to come here for divination before going out to fight, but the gate of the tower is not open for a long time. Only when the priest feels that the gods have a message to convey to the visitors, will the gate of the tower be opened.

When DeWitt reached the tower, the door was open to him.

Hundreds of stairs were nothing to a well-trained paladin, so neither his heartbeat nor his breathing quickened as he climbed them.The more he went up, the stronger the sacred atmosphere became. When he stood in front of the door at the end of the stairs, his heart seemed to be washed and calmed, and even the anxious mood along the way was soothed .

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door in front of him, and saw the figure kneeling in front of the pity statue at the end of the empty room.

He walked towards the man, and the kneeling man, sensing his approach, rose slowly as well, and turned towards him.The man was not tall, and he looked very weak in a white robe, with long black hair hanging down to his waist. He was Yasha, the priest of the temple.

Yasha's facial features are very soft, but his eyes are very deep. When he is looking at him, it always makes people feel a kind of tranquility from the soul.

DeWitt stopped a few steps away from Yasha. He put his right hand on his chest, bent his knees, and knelt down on one knee to Yasha, saluting solemnly.

Yasha walked up to him with a smile, put his hand on the top of the paladin's hair and whispered the scriptures of blessing.It wasn't until Yasha finished the prayer and retracted his hand that DeWitt stood up.

Before the paladin explained his purpose, Yasha said: "Before you set off, your friend came to me, and I asked him to give you a sword. I think you should gain something from this trip." .”

"That's right." DeWitt said, he took out the handkerchief that wrapped the blades of grass, opened it carefully, and handed the blades to Yasha.

"The God of Light..." Yasha marveled softly, took the leaves from Devitt's hand, and looked at the blood stains on them, "Could this evil breath be..."

Dewitt told Yasha what happened in Nakalun in detail, and finally he said: "I came to you, and I hope you can divination the identity of the devil's disguise, and the identity of the black robe next to him." identity."

Yasha shook his head and said solemnly, "I will try my best, but you have to know that the result depends on what God will tell us, not what we want to know."

After he finished speaking, he returned to the statue and knelt down again. He put the blades of grass on the ground, clasped his hands and fingers in front of his chest, bowed his head and closed his eyes and prayed devoutly to the God of Light he believed in.

The paladin stood behind him, waiting silently.

The room was very quiet, except for Yasha's almost inaudible prayer, time seemed to be frozen.After an unknown amount of time, Yasha finally stood up again.

Under DeWitt's eager eyes, Yasha said with a complicated expression: "I'm sorry that God didn't tell me the things you wished to know."

Hearing what he said, the paladin couldn't help showing disappointment.At this time, Yasha's voice sounded again: "The one I predicted was you. After a few years, your life will experience a huge turning point, and that turning point is related to this bloodline."

DeWitt looked in the direction Yasha was pointing at, and it was the blades of grass on the ground that were stained with the blood that the demon had already killed.

Will I cross paths with the devil again?And this demon will change my life?The paladin was caught off guard by the sudden news, he asked awkwardly, "What does this mean?"

But the priest didn't answer him, just shook his head and asked him to leave, then returned to the statue and knelt down, no longer responding to the paladin, as if he had become another statue.

DeWitt didn't know how he got down the tower, every step he took was like walking on clouds but not on the ground.Standing outside the tower, the bright sunshine and bright sacred atmosphere enveloped him, but his heart could not calm down again.

His heart was full of hesitation, and his body instinctively walked towards the main hall of the temple. He didn't even notice when someone greeted him along the way.

Is this the test of the gods for me?The paladin asked himself repeatedly in his heart, but he couldn't get an answer, and no one could give him an answer.