The arcane puppets that looked like insects began to crawl slowly after they landed on the ground. Since they were engraved with a magic formation that concealed fluctuations, they looked inconspicuous. After an hour, they quickly left the Magic Tower's original enchantment area.
The Magic Tower maintained its usual order. Everyone was waiting for news of the tower master's victory. However, they did not realize that the Magic Tower they were in had become the target of several forces.
Thirty kilometers away, Elder Crawford's team had set up camp under the night sky. Ten kilometers to the north, Elder Kyle's team was advancing under the night sky. This forty-two-year-old elder was wearing a silver mithril light armor. As the only high-level "Arcane Warrior" among the elders of the Holy Assembly, Kyle's ability to move was definitely the most powerful. His team also had the highest proportion of Arcane Warriors.
With twenty-nine Arcana Warriors and four Arcana Masters working together, the group advanced extremely quickly in the cold night. As they advanced, the Arcanist leading the team suddenly stopped and cast a "tracking spell". "Lar has finally sent a signal!"
Kyle's face lit up. The reason why he had the confidence to chase after them at night was because he had planted a spy among Dominic's men!
This undercover Arcane Warrior had been throwing out an arcane puppet to the outside world every one to three months for the past two years. The puppet was used as a carrier to inform Kyle of the current location of the Magic Tower and Dominic's movements. At first, Kyle did this to prevent Dominic from monopolizing the Magic Tower. But now, it had become an important clue to locate the Magic Tower.
He believed that he would definitely be the first team to reach the Magic Tower.
Fifty kilometers away, Elder Auble's team had set up camp and rested as usual. At this time, he was holding his wand and casting a spell on a black scroll. There were magic crystals embedded on both sides of the scroll, and the dim yellow paper showed all the objects that were emitting energy waves in the entire forest, from big and small magical beasts to rare minerals. All of them were shown on the scroll as dots of light of different sizes and colors.
If that was all, it would be impossible to find the Helsinki Magic Tower. However, as Dominic's "ally" when he was alive, Aubrey, who had a thick brown beard, was the only "elder" who had entered this Magic Tower before.
He was an expert in the study of magic arrays and had paid special attention to the defensive enchantment of the Helsinki Magic Tower. So at this moment, instead of saying that he was looking for the Magic Tower, it would be more accurate to say that he was looking for the familiar "enchantment."
After searching for a long time, Aubrey's gaze finally stopped at an empty space. If it was any other mage, they would definitely not be able to see the peculiarity of this place. However, Aubrey keenly sensed traces of slightly distorted energy.
Dominic would never have imagined that his staunch 'ally' would use such a method to obtain his inheritance.
Possessing a great treasure would naturally attract covetous eyes. The higher-ups of the Holy Assembly actually had the same greed as the human nobles.
*****
When the sun rose, Houdini woke up from his bed with a cold sweat on his face.
Without bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he immediately got up and started writing the contents of last night's dream on the desk beside him. The prophet panted heavily, feeling that his body was abnormally weak. His hand holding the pen was trembling non-stop. His pajamas were completely soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
"What kind of dream was this …"
Although he knew that his "dream" had the effect of a prophecy, the dream last night had terrified him and he did not think of it as a "prophecy" at all …
"This is ridiculous, this is ridiculous."
After writing three or four sentences, Houdini suddenly felt a little speechless. This was because he felt that he could not describe what he saw in words, so he could only try to draw what he saw in his dream on another piece of paper while it was still fresh in his memory.
Houdini had never learned art, nor did he know the basic principles of perspective and "big near, small far away". Therefore, he felt that what he drew was ugly. However, when he thought of Roddy's order, he tried his best to draw a rough outline of what he saw.
After writing and drawing like this for an hour, Houdini realized that the sweat on his body had dried up. Smelling the sour stench, he laughed bitterly and hurriedly took a shower before walking to the mayor's mansion.
When he walked to the front of the mansion, Houdini looked at the somewhat unfamiliar guards and carriages in front of him. Only then did he remember that Duke Eiffta had visited yesterday. Originally, with his identity as the "Chief Mage", he did not need to report if he wanted to enter. However, when he thought of the two women in the mansion, he still respectfully informed the servant at the door.
Soon, Houdini was allowed to enter the conference hall. After entering, he found that there were two people sitting in the room. Akasha, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, stood up and greeted him. She had the posture of a hostess, and even sat on the main seat where Roddy was.
Duke Eiffta, who was sitting in the guest seat, also greeted him. Houdini quickly returned the greeting. With a simple glance, he found that this Duke was indeed a rare beauty. Not only was her appearance indescribable, but her body also carried an indescribable pressure and momentum. Even with his strength as a Magister, he felt an indescribable pressure …
Were the nobles of the Kingdom of Karen all so powerful? Wasn't it said that these nobles were usually ordinary people?
But thinking of the young face of Sally, Houdini, who did not know the history of Eiffta, could only treat Sally as a "genius". He did not realize the importance of the scepter in her hand.
"Madam Akasha, has Lord Roddy not returned yet?"
During the welcoming ceremony yesterday, Houdini did not participate in the follow-up activities after Sally arrived at the mayor's mansion. Therefore, he did not notice the subtle relationship between the two women in front of him … In addition, he lived in seclusion and did not like to gossip. At this moment, he did not realize what trouble he had caused with his words.
"Maybe we'll have to wait until they find the Magic Tower. You also know that Her Excellency Kardashian likes to do things straightforwardly. "
Akasha smiled brightly. She was obviously happy with the words "Madam". Sally, who was beside her, raised her eyebrows. But after all, she was more shrewd and did not reply.
"Why are you here so early? What's the matter?"
"Lord Roddy previously said that he was looking for the Magic Tower and asked me to try using the Prophecy Spell, but the effect was not ideal. However, I thought about it during the day, so I had a dream at night. I thought that this dream might be able to help Lord Roddy, but the things in the dream last night were really strange. I tried my best to record them and brought them over. If Lord Roddy comes back, let him have a look. "
Houdini seemed a little hesitant. It was obvious that he was also embarrassed by the absurd content of the dream.
"Dream? Can the things in the dream be used as evidence? "
Sally was really curious, so she finally opened her mouth to ask. Before Houdini could answer, Akasha replied, "Magister Houdini is one of the most powerful prophets in Lessiman. The two previous dreams have verified the accuracy of his prophecies. If it weren't for him, Elsen City could have changed hands. "
"So powerful? Then I really have to thank Magister Houdini. "
Sally really did not expect this. She was a little surprised. She got up and saluted. To her, "protecting Elsen City" was to protect Evelta. Houdini did not expect Duke to be so polite. He had a good impression of her and quickly stood up to stop her.
Akasha raised her eyebrows and took the paper. "Can I have a look?"
"Of course, let the mayor's wife handle it."
Although the conversation was short, Houdini was keenly aware that the two in front of him seemed to be in some kind of confrontation. As a prophet, his ability to avoid risks was absolutely top-notch, so he quickly left without saying anything.
After the living room quieted down again, the atmosphere fell into silence. Seeing that Akasha was holding the paper given by Houdini without moving, Sally smiled helplessly and took the initiative to get up and sit next to her. "Sister, can I have a look together?"
"Whatever."
Akasha tried not to sound mean, but the words that came out in this situation were still a little stiff. She moved to the side, and the two beauties gathered together to look at the pictures and recorded words drawn by Houdini.
But after looking carefully for five minutes, Sally frowned more and more. She could not help but say, "This … I'm afraid it's really just a dream, right?"
Akasha was very confident in Houdini, but now she was a little confused by the content of the dream. She had spoken confidently just now, but now, she could only try her best to smooth things over. "I heard from Rody that … Houdini's abilities were even acknowledged by the Frost Dragon Overlord Victor. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so ridiculous."
But the meaning of her words was still very clear: this time it was indeed a little outrageous.
After all, the things recorded in this dream were too beyond common sense. The drawing on the paper was square, and the things on it looked very neat, but it was definitely not something that could exist in reality. The most terrible thing was that, according to Houdini's explanation, he also saw Kardashian and Roddy being drawn in the same small portrait. Not only were the two standing in strange positions, but their expressions were also very strange …
According to Houdini, Roddy's expression in the painting was painful, and Kardashian was laughing loudly.
The "art" in this day and age was basically based on religion, and there was no room for artists to play at all. Even compared to the portraits passed down in aristocratic families, it was "deviant".
In other words, no one could draw such a thing.
The two held the paper and guessed at each other for a long time, but they had no clue. In the end, they had to put it away.
"Maybe Roddy will be able to tell what this is. He knows the most about these things."
"That's true. This Mu … uh, this guy really seems to know everything."
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