When the three of them emerged from the Mirage, the storm disappeared.
They appeared in a dilapidated bungalow. There were broken shelves and rings everywhere in the house. It was already deserted. Only the oil paintings on the wall and the scattered tarot cards in the corner vaguely recorded the story of the past.
This place used to be a place where a circus performed. Many years ago, Silby sneaked out of here to watch a circus, but he was quickly brought back by his maid.
After the Mirage appeared, the old wizard was stunned. He first touched all over his body, and after a while, he looked around. "This … this, what is this place?"
"You don't have to worry about it. You just need to know that you are safe. This place is at least a three-day journey from Gorongosa. "
"Wuwuwu …"
After knowing that she was safe, the woman who had walked through the gates of hell and witnessed the tragic death of her husband cried bitterly. She hugged her knees and sat on the ground, crying sadly.
"A three-day journey?
The old man asked in shock.
"What magic did you use just now?"
Silby said, "Mirage. Go where you want to go, as long as that place can be seen or remembered in your mind."
The old man knelt down on the spot and begged with tears running down his face. "Please teach us this magic. Teach us, and we will never be afraid of the Church's pursuit."
"Don't worry. If you don't learn this magic well, your head will be separated from your body." Silby looked at the manor in the distance. "Why don't you tell me what happened recently? Why is the Church persecuting you like this? "
"You don't know?" The old man asked in shock.
"I don't know. I came here from a trip."
Silby said casually. He reached out his hand and a pile of firewood flew in front of him, automatically forming a pile in front of him.
Then, Silby pointed at the pile of firewood. The pile of firewood was lit up, bringing a trace of warmth to the cold room.
"So you are a foreigner. No wonder your magic is so good." The old man was shocked by Silby's move. He asked carefully, "I heard that there are many powerful wizard families on the other side of the strait. May I ask, are you one of them?"
His tone became polite and reserved.
Silby looked at him and shook his head. "No."
The old man's shoulders immediately relaxed and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"What? Do you have a problem with those sorcerer clans?"
Silby unleashed his spirit of wanting to get to the bottom of things, wanting to know everything.
"No, no, I'm just a country bumpkin Magus. How would I dare?"
The old man sat on the ground with a bitter smile and let out a long sigh. "Outlander, you should leave this place quickly. Go as far as you can and never set foot on this land again. This land is cursed. They must drink the blood and eat the flesh of wizards. "
"Let's not talk about those mysterious things. Tell me, why is the Church after you?"
"Why?"
The old man retorted, "Who remembers clearly?"
He sat down and put his hand on the fire. "It's been like this for many years. Since I was born, wizards and Muggles have been enemies. But at that time, they would basically chase them out of the village or burn down the house. They wouldn't kill them like this. After all, we're all human. "
After a pause, the old man showed a fearful expression. "But this situation completely changed seventeen years ago. At that time, the Church's current Pope, Pope Gregory VII, ascended to the throne. That old monster. He had always hated wizards. There were rumors that he was born in a civilian family and his parents were killed by black wizards. Since then, he swore that he would never coexist with wizards.
Whether it's true or not, but after he ascended to the throne, the Church's persecution of wizards immediately rose to a deadly level. Moreover, according to Gregory VII's definition, we're not humans. We're devils from hell, with blasphemous blood flowing in our bodies. "
"That's not true."
Silby immediately denied it. He refused to accept the Church's statement.
He even refused to accept that he was a devil or a redeemer.
"Everyone knows that's not true."
The old man said helplessly, "But what do those Muggles know? Apart from the top nobles, Muggles have been educated and more or less know that things are not like this. But most ordinary Muggles, whatever the Church says. As long as they can go to heaven, they'll do anything. "
At this time, the woman finally stopped sobbing. She said with a heavy nasal voice, "There's no end to it. It's just that one knows a little magic and the other doesn't. They're born different. "
"Yes, they're born different."
The old man followed the woman's words and said, "What else can we do if we're not the same? Fight, and if we lose, we'll be hunted down everywhere."
"Don't you know how to resist?"
Silby fiddled with the fire in front of him, lost in thought.
"Young man, it's not as easy as you say."
The old man sighed. "Even if I have a little magic and can fight two adults, the Crusaders can easily send out hundreds of people. How can we resist?"
"Why don't you form an organization to protect yourselves? You're all scattered here and there. It's easy to be defeated one by one."
Silby asked the question he was most concerned about.
From what he had seen and heard, the only wizard camp that had formed an organization was Pandora City. That wizard city was still very loose. The wizards were scattered here and there, living in their own camps. They didn't have any long-term plans.
Moreover, the city lord of Pandora City called himself the king, but the area that the king ruled was really small. It couldn't radiate to further areas.
On the other hand, the human kingdoms were much larger. From Aragon to the outside of Aragon, there were Aquitaine, Burgundy, Lombardy, Lorraine, and the Holy Roman Empire that included all of them. There was also Armenia, Sudan, and so on.
With a formed organization, they could naturally mobilize more power. Silby didn't understand why the wizards were so loose.
"Organization …" The old man said with a frown. "Who will establish it? Who dares to take this risk?
Those wizard families that have hundreds of years of history mostly hide in their paradise and don't care about the outside world. Unless disaster rewards them, they won't come out at all. "
"They still don't come out at this time?"
Silby was a little shocked. "You are almost all killed by the church."
"Then you think too much." The old man's face showed a rare trace of sarcasm. "Those pure-blood families don't care about our life or death. They only care about the purity of the bloodline and the transmission of magic secrets. They won't even marry outsiders. It's normal for siblings to make peace with each other. People like us who were muggles in the previous generation are just mud in their eyes. Bastards that grew up in the mud are a possibility to stain their pure, ancient, and noble blood. They can't wait for us to die. "
The old man's words stirred Silby's heart.
He saw something different from Pandora.
He saw something different from the noble Gryffindor and the cold Slytherin.
That was the most tragic and ordinary side of an Adept.
He couldn't help but think of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor.
They became powerful wizards at such a young age if they didn't have a huge family to support them. Silby didn't believe it.
However, they were the only two top-level wizards who went to Pandora. In Silby's eyes, the other wizards were still far from the top-level.
Which one of Slytherin and Gryffindor thought of creating an organization for wizards to live and reproduce?
Slytherin didn't want to, but Silby knew. From the books he collected in the snake's belly, he was probably only interested in the Queen of Pandora and the wealth behind her.
As a poisonous snake in the dark, he was used to being alone. In terms of rule, he couldn't even tolerate a powerful servant, let alone rule.
As for Gryffindor, Silby thought that Gryffindor might have thought of creating an organization, but there was something wrong with his way of doing things. In Silby's eyes, Gryffindor was a charming warrior, but he couldn't be considered a successful ruler.
He had been traveling for so many years, but he only had one boat. That boat was covered with gold to show off, which was not the style of a real king.
After the old man and his daughter went to sleep, Silby sat by the fire and thought about his life and future.
Admittedly, he wanted to find the person who had appeared in his dream, the person whom he looked up to. However, when he found out that even Gryffindor couldn't meet his requirements, his obsession was not so deep. Or rather, it was buried deep in his heart.
Instead, it was replaced by a deep dissatisfaction with the current situation.
He was locked up in the manor by his father for more than ten years, and in the tower for several years, all thanks to the church. The church could do this because they knew the rules.
The rules of human consciousness, the rules of the development of things.
Knowing the rules, even a child could knock down an elephant.
This was destined to be an unfair battle. The Magi were too ignorant.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.
Since no one wants to form an organization, why don't I create one?
If I have an organization, then sooner or later, I will find the mountain and climb it.
If I have an organization, I don't even need to find it myself, that would be too inefficient.
If I have an organization … He took out a piece of paper from his chest. It was the strongest spell he had created in Pandora's palace, a spell that even he didn't know how to cast.
"If I have a master, I can even find the real master of this spell." Silby muttered.
Gradually, a plan appeared in his mind.
In the beginning, it was just an embryonic form, but as his thoughts jumped, the embryonic form grew rapidly and occupied his brain in an instant.
He breathed heavily.
The next morning.
When the old man and his daughter woke up by the extinguished fire.
The grey-haired young man who saved them yesterday was nowhere to be seen.
They stood up to look for the young man, wanted to call his name, but found that they didn't even know his name.
Everything he had experienced was like a dream, passing in the blink of an eye.
In the end, they were extremely depressed and wanted to pack up and leave this shabby warehouse.
But then, they saw a row of deep scratches next to the fire.
The two of them were shocked and rushed forward at the same time.
The scratches on the ground depicted a person's body, some magic flow paths, and detailed explanations.
Next to the scratches, there was a row of small words written with charcoal — "This is the Mirage Shift spell, and the trick. If possible, please pass it to every wizard who needs it. "
The two of them fell to the ground, crying tears of joy.
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Silby once again returned to Pandora's Library Palace. Although it only took him less than a day, his mind had undergone a drastic change.
He no longer focused his attention on the illusory dream. Instead, he focused on the present moment, on the career that he had yet to embark on.
Not long after returning to the Library Palace.
Queen of Pandora, Beatrix, accompanied by a group of guards, angrily pushed open the door of the Library Palace. All the guards Zizi raised their swords and guarded her.
"My cat was petrified."
Queen of Pandora questioned Silby, who was meditating.
Silby slowly opened his eyes and saw the angry face under the red veil.
"I did it."
He directly admitted, "To test a new spell I've learned."
"My crow can no longer make a sound."
Queen of Pandora's tone became harsher.
Silby repeated, "I did it to test the newly learned spell."
"My blackguards are all stuck on the walls and the roof, unable to move."
Silby said indifferently, as if he only knew one sentence, "I did it to test the newly learned spell."
"Then my pitiful guards, they lost their souls and their memories. Was it also your doing? Was it to test your ability?"
"Yes."
Silby nodded.
The Queen looked furious. She clenched her fists and said in a cold tone, "Then did you enter my palace?"
Silby smiled imperceptibly and shook his head. "I didn't find your palace, although I really wanted to find you."
"Why are you looking for me?"
"Because I have done what you asked."
"You … Did you invent that incantation?"
The Queen's anger dissipated. She was a little uncertain, but she asked expectantly.
"I have indeed written an incantation that surpasses all the incantations I've ever seen," Ye Zichen said. Silby said. He took out a piece of paper from his chest. "I am sure that this spell can gather everyone's energy and surpass all the existing Wizards."
"There really is such a spell."
The Queen said without hesitation, "Let me see."
She walked towards Silby and reached out her hand.
"No."
Silby retracted his hand.
"Why not?" The Queen was unhappy.
"Because it is too simple, anyone can use it."
Silby said, "Maybe you will know it after you read it."
"Then why don't you show me?"
"If I show you, you will learn it. So no. "Silby smiled." Besides, this is a spell that even I can't master. "
"Are you lying to me? How can there be a spell that you invent but can't use?" The Queen narrowed her eyes suspiciously and pointed at the pile of books behind Silby. "How many of these books have you read?
"Too little time, I only read less than one-tenth."
Silby said perfunctorily. He thought that this answer was close to what Queen Pandora expected.
"One-tenth!?"
Unexpectedly, Queen Pandora turned pale with fright. "You can actually see so much? The spells recorded in those books, have you learned all of them? "
"Not all of them."
Silby said in a dejected tone, "In fact, I learned very little. Some of the ancient books are too obscure and difficult for me to understand the whole picture. What a pity."
The Queen's eyes were still full of doubt.
"Don't look at me like that, my dear."
Using the most intimate form of address, Silby said gently, "What I did to your guard and your cat is the limit of what I can do to you. Three months is really too short. "
"Then how dare you boast that you've invented the strongest incantation?"
"Well, maybe it was a blessing, maybe God borrowed my hand to write it." "Actually, I didn't invent it at all. I just discovered it. You're right. There is indeed a way to gather super magical energy." Elby looked at the note in his hand and said, "Actually, I didn't invent it at all.
Hearing Silby say this, the Queen's expression softened a little, but soon, her eyes became very firm again. "Then when are you going to give me that spell?"
"Not now."
Silby smiled and shook his head. "Of course not now."
"Why, you don't seem to have a sense of security."
"Of course." Silby said with a bit of ridicule. "How do I know that you won't break your promise after getting the spell? Expel me from the palace, and then have the spell and the power alone. "
The Queen said unhappily, "I promised to marry you, and naturally I will keep my promise. For our wedding date, I even contacted all the wizards I could find and let them witness this moment. Do you think I will lie in front of so many people? "
"Hahaha, very good."
Silby said happily, "I have always been a careful person, and I like to deal with people who have a contract. How about this. If you are sure to marry me, then on the wedding day, I will give you this spell as a gift, as a token of love, how about it? "
A token of love … The Queen said with a grin, "Do you really have feelings?"
"After a long time, I definitely have."
Silby waved the note in his hand. How about it, are you willing or not?
"Okay." The Queen agreed and turned to leave.
"Then I will see you tomorrow." He said while holding the door frame. "I hope you can keep your promise."
"Of course."
Silby lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in meditation.
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