"Grimm, what's going on?"
It turned out to be Peranos and an unfamiliar Level-3 Great Sorcerer Dean who came in person, followed by a large number of Mechanical Marionettes, Twin-Headed Snake Academy Guardians, and official Sorcerers. It was as if the Academy was preparing for war.
There was only one month left before the ten-year round of Sorcerer-Apprentice recruitment, which was another confrontation of the Academy Battle.
At this moment, any slight movement was enough to affect all the nerves of the Hydra Wrath Sorcerer Tower. This was the sorrow and helplessness of the weak, and there was no room for any negligence and mistakes.
Because they could not afford to lose!
"Caw caw caw caw, the last concealment Sorcerer on the other side can't hold back anymore and has begun to sneak attack my young master. He has officially declared war."
Little Eight was very excited and said excitedly, not at all worried about Grimm.
The Sorcerer-Apprentices left the classroom in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the official Sorcerers. Grimm slowly turned around, his eyes under the Mask of Truth showed a light of thought and said, "No, this is not a direct attack from the Spectral World. This is a curse sorcery that summons the mysterious power of a certain Spectral World. A world of words?"
After a careful inspection of the classroom, more than a dozen Sorcerers shook their heads at each other and squinted at Grimm with a suspicious look.
Peranos waved his hand and forcibly ordered these Sorcerers and Academy Guardians to retreat and disperse.
"How sure are you?"
Peranos asked in a low voice.
Grimm did not speak. Before understanding the other party's attack and thinking of a way to break it, Grimm had no chance of winning and could only passively defend.
"After all, the other party is a Level-3 Great Sorcerer. You'd better not leave the Sorcerer Tower these days. Wait for the Academy to collect enough information before making a plan."
Peranos sighed and left. In the classroom, apart from Grimm, there were only two Level-1 Sorcerers assessing the loss of the Sorcerer Tower and rebuilding the wall and making up for the magic array.
…
Late at night, the magic lamp shone and the shadows swayed.
"The chalk that wrote on the blackboard during the day did not find any medium substance, and there was nothing unusual in the material composition. It was just ordinary chalk."
Frowning, Grimm removed the carefully ground chalk powder from the glass piece under the microscope.
Little Eight flew in from outside.
"Young Master, the results are out. There were a total of 57 sorcerer-apprentices in the class during the day. After a series of examinations, there were no abnormalities. The problem does not lie with them."
Little Eight held a scroll in her mouth and threw it to Grimm. The scroll had Norris's signature on it. It was the review report of the 57 students.
"Okay, got it."
Grimm did not look at the scroll.
Compared to the strange curses, Grimm was more anxious to know how the other party obtained his body password. This body password was obviously not blood, flesh, or hair, because Grimm's Dissimilation Sorcery had long been immune to such curses. Everything he wore on his body also showed no signs of being infected by the curse.
Guilin was somewhat vexed.
With the advancement of Grimm's level, Grimm had been exposed to higher-level curse witchcraft. These high-level wizards had developed all kinds of strange curse witchcraft with the help of various mysterious forces. It was obviously not something that could be understood by the conventional curse witchcraft knowledge that Grimm had come into contact with.
"Quack, Young Master, actually … Little Eight has some impression of the feeling of the illusory world during the day. Antonio, that old bastard, has long discovered this illusory world and personally came there."
Grimm, who was distressed about the substance detection of the dust on the wall, was startled and looked at Little Eight incredulously.
"Do you know what world this is?"
"Quack, quack, quack, quack …"
Little Eight smiled proudly and folded her wings. "This is a mysterious illusory world that very few ancient wizards know. Some people call it the transmission world, some call it the screen world, some call it the word world, and some call it the virtual world. The old bastard calls it the medium world."
Transmission world? The screen world? The word world? The virtual world? The medium world?
Grimm stared at Little Eight and waited for it to continue. What were the characteristics of this illusory world.
"The old bastard's explanation is probably like this. If you convey your conscious thoughts to another person through any means such as words, paintings, crystal ball light screens, etc., the other person's true understanding will have a certain deviation from the original information exporter. These deviations will be automatically compensated by the information receiver unknowingly and form their own thinking and understanding."
As it spoke, Little Eight deliberately lowered its voice, with a mysterious and depressed expression that was telling a ghost story.
"The medium world is the illusory mysterious world of information loss errors in any means of information transmission such as words, paintings, crystal ball light screens, etc. It is a chaotic and disorderly distorted world. Most creatures in the material world will never come into contact with it in their lifetime and will not be aware of its existence."
With Grimm's wisdom as a sorcerer, it was natural for him to imagine such a Spectral World.
Among the civilians of the Sorcerer World, there was a word called "rumor". This was a word that appeared from some bards and had become the most frequently used word in the idle chatter of the civilians.
The so-called rumor was the word that one got through word of mouth and then told to others.
However, in this process, every information disseminator would often add the original substance of the matter to their own understanding and imagination, resulting in the loss of the authenticity of the information. In the end, what was spread often formed one strange and incredible story after another.
Among them, language was the medium of this information transmission, which was also the basis of the existence of the medium world.
"Wait!"
Grimm suddenly had a flash of inspiration and his eyes widened as he looked at his trash can.
There were pieces of discarded paper in the trash can. On them were Grimm's research draft conjectures about the black-and-white giant mosquito's perception ability. There were also some advanced calculations about the poison-making formula of the "Grand Poison Refinery".
"Get me Cana!"
Cana was the Sorcerer-Apprentice responsible for cleaning Grimm's room to earn magic stones. She was also the girl of the two Sorcerer-Apprentices that Neeran had saved previously.
Grimm finally knew what his stolen life code was. It turned out to be the words on his draft waste paper!
That concealer was using his own words as a medium to communicate with the mysterious power of the medium world to curse and attack him!
This terrifying concealer Sorcerer …
"Caw caw caw, I'll go now."
Little Eight flapped her wings and flew out. Grimm looked around at the magic books in the room and the murals on the wall. At this moment, he only felt that these things seemed to be looking at him coldly from another world. An indescribable media information error energy was overflowing from that illusory world to attack him.
With a stern look on his face, Grimm took a deep breath. The Sabbatic Goat Staff in his right hand crackled with thunder and lightning. The light from a few magic lamps twisted and were sucked into the black electric arc.
Grimm, on the other hand, slowly took out a book with his left hand.
This was the beginning of the "Book of Truth" that Grimm had spent nearly three hundred years writing!
The entrance to the forgotten world that the "Book of Truth" pursued should be in the deepest part of the medium world, the most primitive lost memory of the overlapping information error.
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