Listening to Andal's words, Helagol's expression became more and more serious, and the room fell into a short silence. In the silence, the former Dragon Priest suddenly used his finger to draw a complex pale golden rune in the air. As the rune gradually dissipated, the entire room was shrouded by an invisible force, isolating it from the outside world.
"What do you think about that monster?" He looked at Andal through the communication interface and asked in a low voice.
"Ever since the era of the Voyager's arrival, every civilization on this planet has changed under our watch. We have records of every god that was born during that period … including their real names, mythological characteristics, Heavenly Domains, and even the remains and fragments left behind after their accidental deaths. However, I've just recalled all the information, but I can't find a god that matches Modir's description. Even after taking into account the 'distortion' that may occur after a long period of sealing or exile, it still doesn't match …"
"Shapeless flesh, irrational roaring, flowing appearance, changing runes — this is not the form of a normal god. Even the evil gods are not so blasphemous and ugly," Heragol said in a low voice. "A normal god is shaped by thoughts, and the thoughts of mortals are rooted in the 'average rationality' of mortals. Rationality does not allow the creation of such a twisted and crazy product from thoughts, unless there was a problem with the birth of this god …" Heragol said in a deep voice. "A normal god is shaped by thoughts, and the thoughts of mortals are rooted in the average rationality of mortals.
"The thing described by Modir has very obvious signs of losing control and madness. But it can fight an ancient god like the Mistress of the Night, and it seems that it has been doing so for many years. This shows that its fighting instinct is very strong. It is even possible that its' madness' is its' normal 'state. Under the surface that seems to have lost control, maybe it still has rationality and even … wisdom."
Andal nodded gently. While thinking, he said, "A god will greatly decline after losing the support of faith. But if a god has lived for more than 1.8 million years, the situation is different. The Mistress of the Night is as ancient as our former gods. No one knows how much power and wisdom she has accumulated over such a long period of time … and the 'evil god' that can fight against her until now is at least an equal existence …"
Helagol did not speak. He just maintained a thoughtful look and fell into silence. After some time, he suddenly broke the silence. "Seriously, have you also thought of …"
"The thing bred in the tower." Andal's expression changed obviously. His tone was rather complicated and serious. "Although there is no clear evidence, if the scope is limited to something that is' god-like but not god-like ', that is the only thing I can think of."
"Indeed," Helagol agreed. "A god born from the legacy of the Voyager does indeed meet the condition of 'abnormal birth process'. And due to the rapid collapse of the Tidetide Empire, the god they created is very likely in a state of losing control and madness. some details that Modir's the characteristics of 'out-of-control knowledge', but there is a problem … that thing, shouldn't that thing be in the tower?!"
The two dragon leaders on both ends of the communicator fell silent. After a few seconds of silence, Andal spoke with a particularly serious tone. "Perhaps we should take a little risk … That tower cannot be left unattended."
…
Thick and gloomy walls surrounded the weird city. Towers stood between the rows of eaves and spires, pointing to the sky. Under the forest of towers, there were layers of houses that did not seem to conform to the laws of space. The crooked high walls and winding alleys spread on the ground like some kind of intricate nest. The buildings in the City of a Thousand Towers were so crowded that almost all the figures walking in the city would be covered by these stacked buildings. Even if people in mage robes occasionally flew between the buildings, they were as fast and hurried as ghosts in the night.
In the center of the City of a Thousand Towers, the towering royal tower, the Dark Palace, stood as usual under the perpetually dark vortex in the sky. The Eye of the Night floating at the top of the tower emitted a cold and dim light, quietly overlooking the city below as if it had some kind of divine transcendence.
Going all the way down from the tower's interior, after passing through layers of floors, rooms, and corridors, was the Night Cave at the bottom of the tower. The Dreamless, who were in charge of guarding, were gathered beside the mirror-like pitch-black "pool." They were devoutly carrying out an important ritual. The tip of the staffs in their hands emitted a light that was different from the past. It was pale-white flames that seemed to squeeze out a faint light from the shadows. They burned quietly, but they could only illuminate a small area around them.
Under the illumination of the glimmer, the guards prayed in unison. Low and obscure syllables flowed out of their throats. Those were ancient spells, a language that did not belong to this era. These voices overlapped, and they were as weird as muddle-headed dreams. They echoed in the cave, everywhere and dissipating at any time.
The prayer continued for a long time before the leader of the Watchers suddenly stopped. Then, the people around him stopped their prayers one by one in a certain order. As the echoing voices in the cave gradually calmed down, everyone's eyes could not help but fall on the surface of the mirror-like dark pool. Under their gazes, the dark surface was extremely quiet at first, and then suddenly ripples appeared on it.
The guards' expressions were tense, and they were constantly on the alert for any unexpected changes in the mirror. However, when a low and gentle murmur came out of the mirror, every guard's nerves were clearly relaxed.
Their leader listened attentively, as if he had recognized a clear order from the low and gentle murmur. He nodded as he listened, with a respectful and joyful look on his face. When all the voices disappeared and the ripples on the mirror calmed down, he took a step back. The pale flame on the top of the staff in his hand turned into a normal magic light.
At the top of the dark palace, in a round room covered with a dark red carpet, Prince Nash Naert of Secret Spells was sitting at his desk, reading a letter from afar. Suddenly, he seemed to have sensed something. He looked up at the edge of the desk. A crystal ball floating there lit up in the next second, and the pale face of the leader of the underground watchers appeared in the crystal ball.
"Prince," the leader of the watchers said, with respect in his voice, "the ritual is over."
"Thank you for your hard work, Rudolf. Did everything go well?" Prince Nash put down the letter in his hand and nodded slightly to the leader of the watchers. "What is the order from our Lord?"
The leader of the watchers looked reverent and solemn. "The Lord said that we should continue to follow the previous direction. We should continue to select intelligent and qualified talents from the Loren Continent and teach them the mystery of magic. We should continue to assist the mortal races of the Loren Continent to build their knowledge system and guard the progress of civilization this season. Now that the time is near, we can start to prepare for the selection of the next batch of apprentices."
"Hmm …" Prince Nash nodded lightly, as though everything was within his expectations. "Is there anything else?" he asked. "Is there anything else? Has the Lord ever mentioned if he will return? "
"No." The leader of the watchers shook his head. "The Lord seems to need a longer time to sleep."
"I see." Prince Nash sighed and nodded. "Go and rest. It's almost time to change the guard."
The black-robed figure in the crystal ball bowed slightly and soon disappeared in front of Prince Nash. When the crystal ball completely dimmed, the Prince of Secrets finally got up from behind the desk. He paced slowly in the room with a thoughtful expression. After pacing around the room for a while, he suddenly stopped. An ancient magic mirror hanging on the wall not far from him lit up almost at the same time.
The mirror reflected the scene in the room, but Prince Nash's figure was not reflected. Instead, a beautiful lady with a tranquil temperament walked out from the depths of the mirror as if she was walking to a window. She walked to the front of the mirror at a leisurely pace.
"Benadido." Prince Nash looked at the person in the mirror and frowned slightly. "Aren't you resting? I remember that today is the day of the core maintenance of the tower … "
"Aha! I'm resting, but I can't pretend that I didn't see you walking around in circles," the lady in the mirror said helplessly. "Don't forget that your mind is closely connected to the dark palace. Tell me, what happened this time? Why is our powerful Prince of Mithril so worried? Is it that the Giant Dragon in the North has finally decided to come to the island to cause trouble? Or is it that those brainless deep sea creatures are causing trouble? More than 10,000 sirens have lost their way and swam to the Violet Island and came ashore at Plandel? "
Before Benadaido could finish her sentence, Prince Nash was already sweating profusely. He shrunk his neck and waved his hand. "Stop, stop, stop. When did your imagination become so strong? Only you can think of such a terrifying scene."
"So what's going on?" Benadaido raised her eyebrows. "It's rare to see you in such a worried state."
Prince Nash hesitated for a moment. In the end, he felt that there was no need to hide anything in front of the person in the mirror. He nodded slightly and said, "You should know that today is the day of prayer. Rudolph led the Dreamless to pray in the cave at night …"
"Ah, I know, I know." Benadido nodded immediately. "What's the matter? Our Lord has finally decided to wake up and return to the world? "
"No." Prince Nash shook his head. "The Lord has yet to awaken. He has only given us an order from the dream. He has ordered us to continue carrying out our previous orders. We are to select apprentices from the Lorren Continent and teach them the secrets of Violet's magic …"
"What's the problem?" Benadido tilted her head. Three shimmering question marks appeared on the surface of the mirror. "Haven't we been doing this for hundreds of years? You didn't seem to be worried about it at that time. "
"I don't have any thoughts about the recruitment of apprentices. I just have some doubts about helping the mortal countries of the Loren Continent to build the magic system." Prince Nash carefully chose his words. Even in front of the person in the mirror, he did not want to show any doubt or neglect of the Lord. "You and I have been paying attention to the situation of the Loren Continent over the years. In your opinion, do the countries of the Loren Continent still need our help to build the magic system?"
Benadeido furrowed her brows. She couldn't understand why Prince Nash would suddenly have such a thought. But she still gave it some serious thought before voicing her opinion. "If you don't refine me after you hear it, I don't think it's necessary."
Prince Nash did not say anything. He just signaled the lady in the mirror to continue.
"Before the explosion of the Deep Blue Well, the Kingdom of Gondor and many of its surrounding countries were indeed badly damaged. The failure of magic technology and the collapse of the old knowledge system is a fact. At that time, they did need our help. But after so many years, the countries of the Loren Continent have proved that they are not incompetent. They have either built a new magic system with our help or developed new technology with their own efforts. Typhon has built modern magic on the basis of Gondor's legacy. The Ogoray tribe has unique witchcraft and fairy spells. The Ansu, now known as Cecil, has created arcanotech devices on the basis of old magic. You should know this better than I do.
"It's very obvious that these countries have come out of the shadow of the disaster on their own, and they are doing well now. Of course, the traditional sorcerers still yearn for the endless mysteries of Violet, the 'Country of Sorcerers.' They thirst for our knowledge and desire to become apprentices of the City of Thousand Towers. But from the perspective of countries and even civilizations, I don't think the Loren Continent needs our systematic help. "
At this point, the lady in the mirror paused and concluded, "All in all, I think it's okay to recruit apprentices. But when it comes to 'helping' the countries of the Loren Continent to build a magic system, I think it's a bit out of date."
Prince Nash looked at Benadido in the mirror and sighed helplessly. "… If the higher-ups of the Secret Spell Society hear what you said, I'm afraid they will tear you down and refine you again."
Benadido glared at him. "Hey, you asked me to say this!"
Prince Nash waved his hand, indicating that he was just joking. Then he slowly said with a strange look on his face, "Actually … I think so too. I know that I shouldn't question the will of the Lord, and His intention is obviously to help the mortal civilization of this era. But with the changes in the situation of the Loren Continent in the past hundred years, I can't help but wonder if what we've been doing is still necessary. To be frank, the Lord … He doesn't seem to be aware of the changes in this world … "
Hearing Prince Nash's words, Benadido's expression changed slightly. The next second, she looked into Nash's eyes with an unusually serious expression. "Watch your words, Nash. Of course, the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."
Prince Nash was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that he had misspoken. He quickly put away the thoughts in his mind, adjusted his expression, and nodded slightly. "I understand. Of course, the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."
"Then, under the premise that the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, all of His arrangements must have His reasons," Benadido said with a straight face. "If He thinks that we should help the countries of the Loren Continent and teach the secrets of magic to the humans, elves, dwarves, and other races free of charge, then we should do that."
Prince Nash looked at the person in the mirror helplessly. "… You really sound like the elders of the Secret Spell Society."
Benadido in the mirror heard him and put away her deliberately serious expression. She asked nervously, "Then, they won't tear me down and refine me again, right?"
"Of course not." Prince Nash sighed. "Do you know how expensive you are?"
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