Mage's Secret

Hearing this news, Traphael's legs became weak for a moment, and he could hardly stand still.Thanks to Murphy who supported him in time, he didn't make himself fall.

Cold sweat broke out from every pore of his body, soaking his close-fitting clothes.He opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, opened his eyes but couldn't find focus.It was an expression Murphy had seen on his face, when they first met.Maybe he would have found it funny to see Traphale two years ago, but now he finds it extremely sad.

He held the mage's hand tightly, trying to use his own heat to warm Traphael's sweat-covered and gradually cold palm.This really worked, and after a while, the mage gathered his mind and held him back and forth, and at the same time regained his voice, and said in a trembling voice: "Elvis, how could he..."

Traphael's first reaction was that Elvis found his research notes, so he took this path.But soon he discovered that this was the most impossible thing, because he usually carried the notes he needed with him, and locked the notes he didn't need temporarily in the research room, and Elvis had no chance to touch them notes.

So when his sanity gradually returned, he doubted the elf's discovery: "Impossible, spells are based on theory, no matter what kind of spells need a key to get started, even Elvis Such a gifted person is no exception. But how can he have access to these?"

"You're right, it's really strange, but I don't think Roy would deliberately lie to me about it," Murphy replied.

"Anyway," Traphael looked into Murphy's eyes, slowly let go of the hands they were clasping, stood up straight, supported the table beside him and took two steps to one side, and said, "If you don't have your own eyes Before this is confirmed, I will not believe that my righteous student will become a degenerate."

"The Fallen? That's what you call yourself?" Murphy squinted his eyes and asked Traphael, who seemed to have returned to the calm and serious mage at this time.

Traphael turned around to avoid staring at him, and at the same time said loudly: "Please leave, I will continue my experiment."

"Then what do you plan to do about Elvis?" Murphy was not repelled by his expulsion order, but instead pursued, "It's better to think clearly now than to make a hasty decision when the matter comes to an end."

"I don't want to think about this right now." Traphael neither turned around nor changed his decision. He still loudly rejected Murphy's concerns.

Murphy naturally understood that when Traphael became stubborn, no one could shake his decision unless he figured it out himself.His shoulders drooped slightly in frustration, and he finally sighed and said, "Well, since you don't want to discuss this topic with me, I won't bother, you can think it out for yourself."

After saying this, Murphy turned and left through the door of the research room.His footsteps and the sound of closing the door were very light, and Traphael hardly noticed it. It was not until the silence behind him was too long that he realized that the demon had left.

He supported the table and slowly walked to the chair, and finally let go of the strength he was holding on to, and slumped on the chair as if he had lost all strength.

He looked down at the notes and scrolls spread out on the table, and then glanced at the complex magic circle and the various utensils with magic patterns on the table all the way to the ground. He had to admit that he couldn't do what he said to Murphy. That's how he continued his research.The matter of Elvis was filled in his mind, anger, disappointment, hesitation and surprise, doubts were rampant in his mind, and he had no spare time to think about other things.

Traphael tried hard to figure out a structure as Murphy said, but failed without a doubt. He has almost no way to do anything now.In the end, the thoughts of doubt overwhelmed everything, and the mage's nature of proving doubts involved his heart beating erratically, making him unable to sit or stand still.

He stood up from the chair, walked towards the door with erratic footsteps, kicked the magic circle on the ground with his shaking feet, and swept the scroll on the table to the ground with trembling arms.The gemstones of different colors in the magic circle flashed a dim light, and then quickly extinguished, and even cracks appeared on some gemstones.And those scrolls filled with all kinds of runes quickly curled up under the rays of light, turning brown and black, as if they had been roasted by fire, and finally the writing on them was completely blurred up.

Nearly two weeks of painstaking efforts were ruined in an instant, but Traphael couldn't think about it at this time, he even forgot to take away the staff that was leaning against the table.

The panic and eagerness that prevented him from thinking properly made him forget to use the teleportation spell before opening the door, so as soon as he opened the door, he saw Murphy standing by the door.

After Murphy walked out of the research room, he didn't really leave. Traphael's state made him unable to stop worrying.He hovered at the door of the room, paying attention to every move in the room with his hearing far beyond human beings.He didn't wait too long, and there was an unusual sound in the room.When he was about to open the door to check, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Traphael rushed out the door, not paying attention to Murphy, and hurried towards the stairs.Walking down the spiral staircase, the mage has never felt that his mage tower is too big like he is now.

Murphy followed closely behind him. Along the way, he met many apprentices who looked at them in astonishment. Naturally, Traphael didn't notice them, and Murphy didn't have time to explain to them.

Finally they stopped in front of Elvis' room, and the anxiety was still evident on Traphael's face, but his movements were the opposite.He put his hand on the doorknob of the room, and then he didn't move, and he didn't open the door for a long time.Murphy was beside him and noticed that his hands were trembling/shaking.

Murphy looked at Traphael worriedly. He knew that the mage's heart must be very turbulent at this moment. He reached out and held the other hand of the mage hanging by his side, trying to help him stabilize his mind. It was found that the mage's fingers were cold and his palms were full of sweat.

But contrary to Murphy's guess, Traphael was very calm at this moment.Because all his doubts and guesses were confirmed.The elf who has lost his memory can instinctively detect the evil aura overflowing from Elvis' room. As a magician, Traphael has no reason why he cannot perceive this wave of magic that he is all too familiar with.When the facts were before his eyes, all his intense emotions disappeared without a trace.

His hesitation at this time was just thinking about what attitude he should use to face Elvis after opening the door.

The apprentices, aroused by his and Murphy's abnormal behavior, gathered on one side of the corridor, watching their movements.Before there were more and more people, Traphael finally turned the doorknob, pushed the door and walked in, blocking everyone's prying eyes from the door.

Because of some things that happened before, Traphael strengthened the sound insulation effect in the mage tower, and those apprentices could not hear any movement in the room outside the closed door.

When they entered, Elvis was sitting at the table in the room with his head bowed and writing something, and he raised his head when he heard the sound of the door.When he saw that it was Traphael and Murphy who came, the anger on his face immediately turned into surprise and panic. He closed the open book in front of him at once, and stood up abruptly.He moved too quickly, bumped into the table when he got up, and knocked over the bottle of ink on the table.The thick black liquid spread, staining everything on the table.

Elvis hastily moved the stacks of books so that they would not be defaced, and spread out the soiled books and scrolls so that they would suffer as little damage as possible.While tidying up in a hurry, he looked up at the mage in embarrassment, and asked, "Teacher, why are you here?"

Trafael watched him deal with the accident calmly, walked up to him without saying a word, and looked at the books piled up on his desk.Most of these books were borrowed from his study, and they were not rare books.There are also a few notes that I haven't seen before. Judging from the handwriting, they should be notes made by Elvis himself.

Elvis unnaturally pulled the notes away and put them out of the mage's sight.

"I'm sorry..." Seeing that Traphael didn't express anything, Elvis carefully watched his expression, but couldn't see any information from the mage's calm face.

While he was looking at Traphael, Traphael was also looking at him.The mage didn't know whether the apprehensive expression on the apprentice's face was due to the guilt of dirtying the books, or the guilty conscience of doing forbidden/taboo research.But this is not important, the traces of ink on the book can be cleaned up with a cleaning spell, and for the study of taboos - the mage looked at the notes blocked by other books and asked: "Elvis, what do you think?" You are the student who has stayed with me the longest, so you are a very special person to me, and we have a friendship that goes beyond the teacher-student relationship, and I think you understand this."

"Yes, teacher." Elvis replied, feeling a little proud that the mage pointed out that their relationship was unusual, but he didn't understand what Traphael's words meant.

Traphael shifted his gaze to Elvis's face: "From before, you have been striving to become a mage, and I have always believed that you have all the conditions to become a mage. Ordinary people don't know much about magic. Understand, so be vigilant and reverent towards mages, or all spellcasters. Especially those spellcasters with unusual powers. Their abilities are powerful and special, and they conflict with mainstream religions. Fear and repulsion by the world. In order to restrain spellcasters with unusual powers, the world has made many rules."

The smile on Elvis' face gradually faded, and his heart also slowly cooled down. He began to understand what Traphael was going to say.

The mage continued: "But as a spellcaster, magic is much easier to understand. It is profound knowledge, the truth of the world, and power that can be used. No matter what kind of magic, what is terrible is not the power itself, but the power itself. The heart of the person who uses these powers. A person with a pure heart, even if he has terrible abilities, will not do things that harm others. But even so, he will still be bound by the rules, and fighting against the rules is fighting against the entire human society.

"So, the search for the unknown* is understandable, but at the same time it will be constrained. There are many things that cannot be considered at the same time, and we can only choose carefully when there is no foregone conclusion."

Trafael looked into Elvis' clear blue eyes, and said word by word: "Find out what you really want, choose one, and give up the other. Elvis, you understand me What are you talking about?"