The gray-robed man's lecture ended satisfactorily. He took the initiative to reveal his true identity in the Spell Caster Forum on the Philosopher's Lecture.
This caused a huge uproar in Noland. Apart from the students of Ruhrske Academy who were trembling in fear, the gray-robed man used his identity as a gray-white owl to successfully establish a friendly image among the people of Noland.
However, after that, the gray-robed man asked Josiah for a brand new Spell Caster Forum account. Simply put, the previous account could no longer be used, so he was going to change to another one.
The Philosopher's Lecture lasted for two and a half hours. The gray-robed man talked about the establishment of Noland to the era when countless adventurers swarmed into the underground ruins to explore. At that time, Noland was still a small town where "gold diggers" gathered.
As a person who experienced it personally, Josiah learned many secrets of Noland's past that were not known to the public from the gray-robed man's narration.
After the program ended, the two sages bid farewell to Josiah and left. Only the purple-robed man chose to stay.
Josiah met the purple-robed man in a hall in Noland's National Theater that was specially used to display paintings. She was standing in front of a huge painting.
The theme of the painting was The Seven Sages.
The painting depicted the Seven Sages of Noland sitting around a round table. From the quality of the painting, it should be an authentic work of great value.
"I don't like this painting," the purple-robed man said suddenly when he sensed Josiah and Hiri's arrival.
"Is it because the figure in the purple robe is a man?"
Josiah slowly walked toward the purple-robed man in front of the painting and asked her tentatively.
"Wrong guess. The painter of this painting is a Spell Caster of the Flame System. Only the inscriptions on the four sages in the painting are correct. The inscriptions on the Spirit and Illusion System are all clumsy forgeries."
Josiah took another look at the painting hanging on the wall. Upon closer inspection, the robes of the seven sages were engraved with delicate magic inscriptions.
"I've never learned illusion magic, so I can't understand the meaning of those inscriptions. Purple-Robed man, you didn't come to me just to buy this painting and then destroy it, did you?" Josiah did not continue to dwell on the issue of the painting. He began to directly ask why the purple-clothed man wanted to see him.
"Not all sages are as hot-tempered as Crosier."
As she spoke, she pulled down the hood on her head, revealing a face that was far younger than the other sages. Her lavender ponytail fell over her shoulders and rested on her chest.
The most eye-catching feature was the tear mole at the corner of her right eye. The purple-clothed woman looked to be in her thirties.
It was hard to associate her with the other Wise Ones at that age.
After deliberately teasing the yellow-clothed woman, the purple-clothed woman directly revealed her real name to Josiah, "Although it's a little hard to pronounce, it's just my name."
"Although I've already told you last time, let me formally introduce myself this time. I'm Josiah Yanorod, and this is my assistant, Hiri Leuder," Josiah said.
"I should've guessed long ago. You're a descendant of the Leuder family."
The purple-clothed woman looked at Hiri, who was standing behind Josiah. This caused Hiri, who had been on guard against this purple-haired old fairy, to be slightly stunned.
She did not expect the purple-clothed woman's attention to be on her.
"So what if I am?" Hiri directly admitted her surname. Although Hiri hated the style of nobles, which included showing off her surname.
However, while this surname represented the father that Hiri hated, it also represented the mother who had raised them painstakingly.
"I know your mother. She was a genius," the purple-clothed woman said softly.
"Miss Herlors, are you standing here just to talk about the past with my assistant?"
Josiah saw the somewhat gloomy expression on Hiri's face. In Josiah's memory, Hiri's childhood was not a happy one, so Josiah stood in front of Hiri and stopped the purple-clothed woman from deliberately bringing up the topic of the past.
"There are indeed some unpleasant things in the past. Forget it … Let's talk about the future."
Light purple inscriptions spread with the purple-clothed woman as the center. Hiri clenched the staff in her hand in an instant, but Josiah stopped Hiri.
What the purple-clothed woman did was only to set up a barrier at the entrance of the painting hall.
"Relax, this isn't something that can't be told. I just don't want too many people to know about it."
The purple-clothed woman pulled open the sleeves of her robe and revealed her fair arms. There were a large number of inscriptions on her arms that extended all the way to her shoulders. These inscriptions were likely to have covered the entire body of this sage.
"My body only has three years left to live," the purple-clothed woman said in a calm tone, and a fact that was enough to shock everyone in Noland.
Josiah also showed a polite expression of surprise.
"The sages of Noland are all monsters that are old to the point of death. The white-clothed man's condition is worse than mine, but he is not afraid of his own death. I am the same. Compared to death, there is one thing that is more difficult for me to accept." The expression on the purple-clothed woman's face was very calm.
"Please speak." Josiah temporarily put away the mentality of confrontation. What the purple-clothed woman was telling Josiah was basically something like a will.
"That is, my knowledge will disappear completely with my death."
The purple-clothed woman's lavender pupils looked quietly at Josiah and Hiri.
When Josiah heard this, he touched the Venerated Skeleton's imprint on his palm with his hand. In this world, powerful spellcasters could choose to transform themselves into undead to get more lifespan.
But not all spellcasters could put down their dignity as human beings and use this method to survive.
The purple-clothed woman might have hesitated, but now she had made a choice.
"You should have many disciples. Why are you looking for us?" Josiah didn't understand. If she wanted to inherit the purple-clothed woman's knowledge, there was no reason to look for a Chaos Demon like him.
"Many disciples?" A self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on the purple-clothed woman's face. She turned her head again to look at the painting of the "Seven Sages" behind her, "Do you know which magic schools are the most popular in Noland?"
"Burning Flame, Order, Thunder, and Flowing Water … I don't know much about the others. Anyway, I have beaten the most mages who can throw fireballs in Noland in the past few years." Hiri answered this question for Josiah.
"Yes, most spellcasters learn magic to pursue power. In terms of destructive power, flames, lightning, and even extreme cold are the first choice."
The purple-clothed woman looked at the inscription overflowing from her palm. The lavender inscription fluttered slowly beside the purple-clothed woman.
"The believers of the God of Spirit and Illusion are the least in Noland. Whether it is the illusion system, destructive spells are very rare. Only the spirit system has some offensive magic."
The purple-clothed woman clenched her fist slightly, and the inscription around her dissipated. Her gaze once again turned to where the yellow-clothed man sat in the painting of the "Seven Sages".
"Seven years ago, I fought with the yellow-robed man for an apprentice. Although she showed amazing talent in thunder magic, if her talent in thunder magic was a hundred, then her talent in illusion magic was two hundred …"
"But she still failed in the end. That apprentice has now become the yellow-clothed man's prized pupil, and a strong candidate for the next sage?"
Josiah could roughly guess what happened after that.
"Since then, I have never found a suitable successor. Even if there are very few spellcasters in Noland who learn illusion magic, they all treat it as a subsidiary, and the number of them who study Inscription is pitiful." The purple-clothed woman looked at Hiri, who stood behind Josiah.
"Six years ago, I also mentioned this to your mother, but she rejected me. After that, you left Noland and disappeared."
"Uh … It must be because I thought that the Inscription of the illusion system … can't be used for fighting. Spirit system magic … is too taxing on the brain. It's not as simple and fast as the Inscription of Order, and a Hand of Magic can beat those people down." Hiri explained her thoughts when she was young.
"What about now?" the purple-clothed woman asked.
Hiri was about to reject the purple-clothed woman's question, but Josiah held Hiri's hand gently to stop her from answering so quickly.
"Miss Heroles, I'm very curious about what illusion and spirit system magic can do, or to what extent it can be done."
When she mentioned illusion, Josiah thought of a terrifying possibility.
"Everything you can imagine can be created. Of course, it's fake." The purple-clothed woman smiled. She had completely understood the relationship between Josiah and Hiri. All of Hiri's choices were based on the premise that Josiah agreed.
So, she first had to think of a way to satisfy Josiah.
"Then, can Miss Heroles create an orc out of thin air?"
Josiah stated his first request. Light purple inscriptions flashed in the purple-clothed woman's hand, and the inscriptions instantly formed a green-skinned orc that was almost two meters tall.
He was wrapped in animal skin, holding a long hair stained with blood in his hand, and there was a hideous scar on his cheek.
Although Josiah knew that this orc in front of him was an illusion, it was terrifyingly real. Even the details of the fur were completely reproduced, and even its every movement was vivid.
It was as if there really was an orc that had just returned from hunting on the grasslands standing in front of Josiah.
"This is a grassland orc that I once killed," the purple-clothed woman revealed the orc's origin. The purple-clothed man revealed the orc's origins. "I can try my best to recreate the things I've seen based on my memories."
As she spoke, new inscriptions circled around the purple-clothed woman. Then, the ground in front of Josiah suddenly began to change from a marble floor to an endless grassland. The ceiling in the sky also disappeared in an instant, and in its place was an orc tribe built on the grassland.
Although the grassland under Josiah's feet was gently swaying with the breeze, Josiah did not feel the wind.
"This is a domain structure in illusion magic. It is also a necessary test for Spellcasters who want to obtain a Level Five Spellcaster Certificate."
The purple-clothed woman displayed her abilities to Josiah to her heart's content. The next second, a giant black dragon landed on the village and ravaged the orc village into ruins.
The scene of the orcs being torn apart by the dragon and blood splattering everywhere seemed so real in Josiah's eyes, including the remains that were burned to ashes by the dragon's flames.
"I think I can go find a drink." Hiri whispered to Josiah, but she realized that Josiah did not listen to her at all. He was staring intently at the giant dragon that flew into the sky again.
This was not the first time Hiri saw Josiah so focused. Every time something that excited Josiah appeared, he would be like this.
The first time was when her sister, Herland, developed the drawing machine. Josiah used that machine to create Hearthstone.
And now, the reason why Josiah was so excited …
"A magic version of the special effects god?"
Josiah watched the slaughter in front of him. He was so moved that he wanted to shake the purple-clothed woman's hand and say, "Congratulations, you've been hired by us. You'll get five insurances and one housing fund, and you'll get whatever your monthly salary is."
Hiri gently pulled on the corner of Josiah's shirt, causing Josiah to be slightly distracted.
"Ahem … It's very shocking." Josiah had completely withdrawn his confrontational attitude towards the purple-clothed woman.
"This is only a part of illusion magic. Combined with spiritual magic, it can affect the senses and touch, but I don't think you want to be affected by my magic."
The inscriptions around the purple-clothed woman disappeared, and Josiah 'returned' to the Noland's National Theater. The purple-clothed woman was very satisfied with Josiah's focus.
"How about it? Do you want to give it a try?" The purple-clothed woman spoke again, tempting Josiah and Hiri.
"Before that, I have one more question."
Unfortunately, Josiah was not so gullible.
"What is it?"
"Can you create Xenomorphs? What about the Predator? And the Hulk or something like that. "
Josiah suddenly said a bunch of terms that the purple-clothed woman had never heard of.
"What are those? Another name for some monsters? "
The purple-clothed woman searched through her distant memories, but could not find any corresponding creatures.
"Those are all creatures in his illusion. There seems to be something like King Kong and Godzilla. The one in front is an ape monster, and the one behind is a stronger lizard." Hiri once again gave a considerate explanation.
After listening to Hiri's explanation, the purple-clothed woman shook her head regretfully.
"Illusions are based on one's own understanding and impression of illusions. I can't create creatures that I've never seen before." The purple-clothed woman said.
"Then what if I draw them on a piece of paper? I can even describe all the details of these creatures! "Josiah continued to ask this sage.
Although the purple-clothed woman did not understand what Josiah wanted to 'create' these monsters for, she still nodded slightly.
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