About two hours later, Heroline's ears twitched. She said to the others, "I've received word that Professor Anglo is on his way."
Anglo's arrival meant they could begin plucking the strings. They could also infer what they should do next based on the results.
Soon, they heard footsteps coming from outside the hut.
With a creak, the door was pushed open. Two people entered the hut. The one in front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his clean and serious face. His clothes were neat and tidy, just like everyone else. He was holding a small wooden board in his hand, on which there was a stack of parchment papers, which looked like a lesson plan.
The one behind him was an apprentice in a black cloak. He looked a little stooped. The others only glanced at him and ignored him.
"Professor Anglo, do we have enough information for the final plucking of the strings?" Douglas stepped forward.
Anglo bowed to Sunders and spoke to Douglas, "Mister Radiance, we don't have enough information for now. It's not possible to completely pluck the strings of the world."
"What do you mean, Professor Anglo?"
Anglo put down the wooden plank in his hand and flipped open a few parchments that were filled with formulas. "I've tried my best, but there's nothing else I can find. Unless — "
"Unless what?" Douglas moved closer.
"Unless someone can come out of the outer city. Even if it's a familiar, I'll need more data to proceed to the next step," Anglo said.
"If someone could come out, they would've done it long ago. Why wait until now? Besides, we'll know what's going on inside. Why do we need to guess? "A sarcastic voice came from outside the door.
An old man in a long black robe with wrinkled skin and a white beard that reached his chest walked in.
"Mister Qetesh." The others bowed. Angor stood up as well.
Sunders and Douglas were the only ones who didn't move. In the wizarding world where power reigned supreme, power meant seniority.
Douglas did not move because, like Qetesh, he was one of the three pillars of Sleepless City. Both of them were rank 2 Magi, so there was no need for formalities.
"Qetesh, do you have any ideas?" Douglas looked at Qetesh.
"No." Qetesh shook his head and glanced at Sunders, either intentionally or unintentionally.
He had been to the Nightmare Realm before, so he could sense the presence of the Nightmare Realm in the darkness. He guessed that there might be a Nightmare Realm tunnel here, but he wasn't sure. Based on his experience, a Nightmare Realm tunnel shouldn't last this long.
No one knew more about the Nightmare Realm than Sunders. Apart from his nightmare illusions, the nightmare aura emanating from his body was enough to prove that he had something to do with the Nightmare Realm. The only thing he could be sure of was that Sunders knew something.
However, no matter how many times Sunders tried and how many private messages he sent, Sunders simply refused to tell him.
Due to some selfish reasons, he did not want to make his speculations public. Therefore, he could only pretend that he did not hear Douglas' question.
Douglas did not expect Qetesh to tell him anything. He was still counting on Anglo. "So, Professor Anglo, how far can you tell us?"
Anglo quickly flipped through the parchment paper on the wooden board. Various formulas and data were reflected in his glasses. "I can pluck the string once to calculate a general direction without any specific criteria."
Douglas pondered for a moment. "Then … can you predict the situation in the outer city? Will the future go in a good direction or a bad direction?"
Anglo considered for a moment. "It's a general direction. But the standard of good or bad varies from person to person. If we use the string of the world as a guide, we might have to consider the future of the world. What's good for us might not be good for the world. So, we should add a premise. "
"Based on the overall benefit of Sleepless City? Is that okay?"
"In other words, you want to know whether the darkness is good or bad for Sleepless City?" Anglo considered and nodded. "Sure."
Without further ado, Anglo performed a unique divination spell called "Plucking the String" in front of everyone.
The wooden board in his hand turned into countless phantoms in the dazzling mana, and the parchment that recorded the formula slowly turned into dust and merged with the phantoms.
As the shadows lined up, everyone sensed a strange and powerful aura. It was as if everything in the world was contained in the aura.
At this time, many arcs of light appeared out of nowhere and flashed between Anglo's fingers.
Anglo's fingers kept curling. Some of the arcs of light were intercepted by him, while others were spared and disappeared into the unknown.
Every time he intercepted an arc of light, a drop of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead. Soon, his forehead was covered with sweat, and a layer of white mist rose from his glasses.
When all the shadows disappeared, there were still about a hundred arcs of light left between his fingers.
He exhaled deeply and looked at Douglas with a tired expression. "Plucking the string is done. I'm going to calculate now. Give me some time."
Anglo took out another piece of parchment paper and placed it on the wooden board. He took out a quill and filled it with blood ink. Then, he began to write down various unknown formulas while absorbing the arcs of light from his fingers into the paper.
The process took a long time.
Angor was curious at first to see what Anglo was going to write. But soon, he began to feel drowsy and drowsy.
Sunders turned around and saw Angor nodding to himself. Angor was looking at the Anglo wooden plank again and again.
Sunders shook his head and spoke to Angor through their Spirit Bond. "Don't look at it. You're not strong enough to see anything. You'll hurt your spirit if you force yourself. "
Angor quickly looked away. "So, that's Plucking the String, professor?"
Sunders nodded. "Correct. There are three main categories for Divination wizards, namely the River of Fate, the Wheel of Time, and the String of World. Plucking the String of World means you can use it for your own use.
"Apart from these three categories, there are also smaller ones, such as' Axis of Astrology ',' Inquisition Bell ',' Silent Deity ', and so on. If you're interested in Divination, you can check out' Starcrown Doctrine 'from the Brilliance Plane. It's published once every 50 years, and each issue will be revised by different factions."
Angor always thought that Divination was either a form of astrology or divination. But he didn't expect there to be so many categories for Divination.
As he expected, the more he learned about the wizarding world, the poorer he felt.
Why was the "Truth" so often mentioned by wizards? It wasn't because it could bring great power. It was because the pursuit of the truth required one to realize one's own insignificance. Only by knowing how insignificant one was could one become fearful of everything in the world.
…
While Angor was still working on his calculations, the wizards in the hut were whispering to each other. Some were talking about the outer city, while others were gossiping about random things.
Angor leaned against the window with Toby and stared at the outer city in a daze. Angor prayed that Nausica wasn't inside, while Toby was worried about Greya's safety.
While they were worrying, footsteps suddenly came from behind them.
Angor turned around and saw a hunchbacked man covered in a black cloak approaching them.
Angor recognized him. He was one of the apprentices who came in together with Angor. However, as soon as he entered the hut, he automatically stayed out of the sight of the wizards and acted as if he was invisible.
But why did he suddenly come looking for her?
Angor looked at him again. Was this man trying to talk to him like the other wizards?
An old voice suddenly came from the black cloak. "Long time no see, Angor."
Angor looked up and gave the old man a puzzled look.
Judging from his tone, not only did he know his name, but he also knew him? But when Angor tried to recall, he couldn't remember anyone who had the same voice as this old man.
Seeing Angor's puzzled look, the man smiled wryly and pulled down his cloak.
Angor was a little surprised to see the old man in front of him.
The face under the cloak was indeed a familiar face, but it was also somewhat different.
Age spots covered his cheeks, and his face was so haggard that it was hard to imagine. His cheekbones were so high that Angor could see the white bones underneath through the thin layer of skin.
Two years ago, when Angor first met this old man, he was still in good health despite his old age.
How did a level-3 apprentice become like this in such a short time?
"Mister Mara?" Angor asked in a low voice.
The person before him was none other than Mo Luo. Angor only came to the wizarding world because he met Mara.
Mara also came from the Old Earth, and his family was the backbone of Goldspink Empire — the Morn Family. The Morn Family and Angor's Padt Family were worlds apart. One of them lived at the border, while the other lived in the capital.
However, because of Morning Dew, Mara was lured to Padt Manor.
With Mara's help, Angor decided to embark on the path of wizardry. At the same time, the Healing Ice Hornet Scroll on Instructor Jon's body was also obtained from Mo Luo.
Without Mara's help, Angor would never be able to enter the wizarding world. His heart was filled with gratitude towards Mo Luo.
However, he'd never imagined that he would meet Mo Luo here under such circumstances.
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