Mage's Secret

The bang was like a signal, and Traphael quickly came out from the back of the house, holding up his seldom-used, bare staff, and whispered a spell.

At this time, the paladins were still in the shock of the demon's full blow just now, until the tip of the staff in Traphael's hand began to emit light, not dazzling, but conspicuous and evil enough in the dark night No one noticed him until the red light.

"Over there!" The paladin who found Traphael first shouted to his companions, and the rest of the paladins turned their heads to look in the direction of the street.

The paladin who looked like the captain made a decisive decision, swung the long sword in his hand in the direction of the mage, swung the reins to clamp the horse's belly, and rushed in the direction of the mage first.The other paladins followed immediately, raised their swords, spread out an outflanking formation and rushed towards the mage not far away.

The top of the staff held high by Traphael is still emitting a steady stream of red light. These red lights emerge from the staff, and spread like a fog to the surroundings.It's just a small useless marking spell, but it looks weird and evil enough.For ordinary people who don't understand spells, it has a very bluffing effect, which is why mages choose such a spell.

The paladins were riding fast and getting closer.The mage had already taken out the teleportation magic scroll from his pocket and held it in his hand, but he hadn't activated it for a long time.

He was still waiting, waiting for the cloud of dust that had blocked his view of the city gate to thin out.

The sound of horseshoes rumbled in my ears, like thunder rolling from the distant sky, getting closer and louder.The mage's hand holding the scroll was clenched unconsciously, his eyes staring at the gap in the paladin's line of defense without blinking.

The dust slowly settled under the force of gravity in the windless air, and the city gate was a gigantic black peak in the middle of the night.Its outline is still intact, and there are no lanterns hanging on the city gate. Traphael can only use the dim moonlight to try to distinguish whether the city gate has even a little damage.

The details of the silver armor of the paladins are even clearly visible. The long swords they hold high reflect the sacred white light under the moonlight, as if they really carry divine power.

But neither the armor nor the long sword caught the mage's eyes. He looked at the city gate—soon, he was about to see clearly.

Eventually, the dust settled.

A black vertical stripe that was slightly clearer than the deep and rich black of the city gate appeared in the mage's sight, which was the color of the sky outside the city.

The demon must have escaped, even though the danger was still lurking several times, the corner of the mage's mouth couldn't help but rise.When the paladin rushed to him, he shook the scroll in his hand violently, and the instant teleportation spell sent him away, and the paladin's long sword swung in the air.

At the moment of casting the spell, the mage looked at the equipment reflecting the moonlight, and the menacing paladins couldn't help but have a sarcasm thought - it was the mage who was favored by the moon god.

The teleportation anchor chosen by the mage was on the roof of a residential building not far from the hotel.Appearing here will not alarm anyone, and the field of vision is fairly wide.He could of course teleport back to his room, but if the squad of paladins and spellcasters who were checking the streets happened to find their hotel, they would immediately find out that he was teleported back, and he would be exposed.

And if he is found here, he can act as the "black-robed mage" he pretended to deal with these clergymen until they are completely thrown away.

Fortunately, when he appeared on the roof, he didn't feel the breath of any spellcaster.So he quickly changed the cloak and black robe on his body, like getting rid of some ominous thing carrying plague germs.Although he really wanted to destroy the equipment just like this, but thinking that he might use it later, he could only endure the nausea from his heart and put them away.

When he had changed into his usual suit of silky dark blue robes with a smooth sheen and a thick, darker cloak, he used a short teleportation spell to send himself down the road under the roof.

It was only 5 minutes away from the hotel where he and his apprentices were staying. He walked to the hotel, made sure there were no spellcasters nearby, and then used the teleportation technique to return to the room.

He took off his cloak and hung it on the coat rack, sitting at the table in his room thinking about how he would explain to the others tomorrow that Murphy had disappeared.

This is one of the best hotels in Holtka, but it is only a hotel for ordinary people, so there are no magical lamps that need mana to light up in the room, but candles, oil lamps and lamps embedded in the wall. Daystone—an expensive but not very rare stone that absorbs sunlight during the day and emits a faint glow after the sun goes down—is used for lighting, so the light in the room is far less bright than in the Mage Tower.

The candles on the table crackled as they burned, and there was a faint click from the silent street outside the window.

Traphael is all too familiar with this voice, and not long ago he was very nervous about it.The sound came from far to near, and he got up and walked to the window to look out. Sure enough, a squad of paladins in shining armor surrounded a priest in white robes and walked towards the hotel.

The eight clergymen were trotting on the street on horseback. When passing by the hotel, the priest seemed to sense something, turned his head suddenly to look at the hotel, and pulled the rein to stop the horse.The paladins stopped with his movement, got off their horses in front of the hotel, and walked into the hotel under the leadership of the priest.

Traphael stood in front of the window and watched the priest's movements, silently evaluating in his heart - he had to be so close to feel the aura of the caster, and he couldn't pinpoint his position accurately, the path the priest needed to take It's still long.If Holtka's temple is full of spellcasters of this level, then it would be unnecessary to send the demon out of the city-if the blind priest who accurately predicted the demon's visit would not personally dispatch it.

The demon had already left the city, and he didn't have the slightest aura of black magic on him, so Traphael didn't care about the visiting priests. He returned to the table and sat down without any haste, and poured himself A cup of tea was drank slowly.

The tea here is not as good as that in the Mage Tower. Although Traphael himself doesn't care much about it, he still can't help but imagine how much Elvis would dislike this hotel.Thinking of Elvis complaining to himself, Traphael involuntarily became relaxed.

The expected knock on the door soon rang, and Traphael put down his teacup, picked up the staff leaning on the table, walked to the door calmly, and opened it.

The priest stood outside the door, and the mage could see his appearance clearly only when he got close.He looked about 40 years old, not too young.Another poor guy who stopped at talent, Trafael commented inwardly.

Seven paladins stood in a row behind him, watching Traphale warily, as if they would rush up to give him a sword if he raised his staff.

"Hi," said the weary priest, "I know this is rude, but there's a very dangerous mage in Holtka, so..."

"Hello, Mr. Priest from the temple." Traphael said calmly, his eyes swept over the hands of the paladins on the long swords at their waists, and finally returned to the priest's face, "My name is For Trafael Sterling, you may have heard my name."

"Oh, of course, Your Excellency the Archmage, everyone on the mainland knows you." The pastor showed a look of panic and a little embarrassment on his face, but he still insisted: "But I'm sorry, I hope you can still cooperate I will."

"Please." Trafal said.

After the pastor bowed to Traphael, he took a step back, closed his eyes, and raised his hands as if performing some ceremony.

Traphael knew that he was distinguishing the frequency of magical fluctuations in the air.Not all spellcasters can detect and recognize the magic fluctuations and frequencies of other spellcasters as easily as Traphael—that is, the magic breath, and the frequency of different breaths is also different, but the same magic breath Fluctuations are objectively constant.Due to the limitation of strength, most spellcasters have to work very hard, even through other spell assistance to distinguish or perceive these fluctuations and frequencies, just like this priest.

Thinking of this, Traphael couldn't help being a little proud. Every student who walked out of his mage tower, even if he failed to become a mage in the end, at least all of them could easily detect and distinguish the magic aura.

After a while, the pastor slowly put his hand down, and the tired look on his face became a bit more. It seemed that he had done a lot of this kind of thing tonight.

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" Trafalle said with a smile.

"Oh, indeed... I am very sorry to disturb you," the pastor began shamefully, "then we shall take our leave."

Traphael stood at the door of the room, watching those priests leave in a hurry, without any worries in his heart.Just wait until tomorrow morning to leave the city, and everything will be over.

He returned to the room and took off his robe and boots, and when he was about to rest, the night wind that rolled into the window brought an unusual breath.

It was a very, very strong, undisguised evil aura, very similar to Murphy's aura, but Traphael could detect the obvious difference between the two.

He jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to the window without putting on his shoes, and leaned out to look out.

This magic breath is very strange, more like some kind of magic product than the creature itself.

Soon, a squad of paladins ran across the street downstairs, with a clear goal.In places that Traphael could not see, all the paladins patrolling outside the city ran towards the evil aura in the city.They themselves were indeed unable to detect this kind of magic fluctuation, but just now, they received an order from the priestess Laila, and were told the specific location of "the demon appeared in the city".

No matter what, Traphael couldn't turn a blind eye to this aura. In the end, he decided to just take a look, and if it wasn't for Murphy, he would leave quickly.He only put on his boots, without even his robes, cast invisibility, and then used teleportation to reach the center of the emanating evil aura.

He appeared again on the roof of a house, looking down.

With just one glance, Traphael was sure that the thing exuding a strong evil aura was not Murphy.Not only is the breath different, but the form is also completely unlike an intelligent creature.

It was a mass of black mist, without a fixed shape, and its area was not too large, only about a circle larger than an adult.Traphael didn't know what to call that thing, but whatever it was, it was by no means a natural product.

Some paladins are already on the scene, attacking the grotesque creation of evil.The black mist twisted and dissipated slowly under the paladin's long sword, but there was no attack. It was only a matter of time before the paladin dispersed it.

Traphael straightened up and looked into the distance, more paladins came on horseback.Although he didn't see it, Traphael wasn't sure if those spellcasters would come with him. In order to avoid complications, he decisively cast a spell and returned to the room.

The mage reached out and closed the window, shutting out all activities of the temple from the room.

Just wait until dawn, and nothing will happen again.

But when Traphael lay back on the bed, he remembered another problem that needed to be solved—how to explain Murphy's matter to other apprentices.