Kamel twisted his body awkwardly, and the runic armor plates floating in the air made a slight noise as he moved. But the strange feeling came and went quickly. Before he could figure out what was going on, everything seemed to return to normal.
To be honest, Kamel had not felt this' feeling 'for many, many years. Since he lost his human form, he had lost most of his human senses. Instead, he relied on magic power to detect his surroundings. He was not even sure if what he felt just now was an' itch '. The feeling was so distant that he only had a vague impression of it. When the feeling suddenly appeared, he was even startled, thinking that there was something wrong with his body.
Jenny, who was in front of him, was very worried. "Master Kamel, are you really … okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm just a little uncomfortable in a new magic environment. I'll adjust my energy flow later," Kamel said in a low voice. He manipulated the magic power to make the papers on the table, which were full of formulas and calculations, float around him. His voice was full of admiration and surprise. "I still can't believe … you can summarize these things …"
"Not only me, but also Mr. Ravenketh and Mr. Wild Sorcerer. They were the ones who laid the foundation. I'm just summarizing," Jenny corrected him seriously. She stared at the two dancing arcane sparks on Carmel's head and said, "The liege once said, 'The truth of the world should be simple and clear. Exploring the truth is everyone's right. Magic talent shouldn't be a shackle that restricts one's thinking …'"
"Shackle to thinking …" Kamel muttered thoughtfully. "Everyone has the right to think. This is a saying that the mages in the Gondor era often said, but few would really extend it to everyone. We are so used to the fact that only mages are qualified to explore the truth that we have almost forgotten … that ordinary people can also think."
He looked at the papers that were floating around him. At the same time, he couldn't help but think about the magic gears he saw in the machine factory. He thought about the 'mortals' who operated and even designed the magic gears. As an ancient magus who had studied magic for many years and had seen the Gondor magic civilization, he certainly understood what these things meant.
Even an ordinary person without any magical talent would be able to control the power of magic as long as they had enough knowledge. Not only could they use it, but they could also research and invent it to advance the development of technology.
Kamel was a researcher, but that didn't mean that he didn't know anything about social development. He could imagine what kind of impact these technologies would have on human civilization. What made him at a loss was that he didn't know whether this impact was good or bad.
"Noble magic is just a tool in the end …" He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Magic isn't noble. It's just a kind of power," Jenny immediately retorted. But as soon as she finished speaking, she shrunk her neck and said, "That's what the Lord said …"
However, the expected scene of the ancient magus flying into a rage did not happen. Kamel just let out a hoarse laugh and said, "You seem to worship your Lord?"
"The Lord is a great man," Jenny whispered. "He thinks further than all of us, and sees more clearly than we do..."
"If he believes that this is good for mankind, then I'll support him. After all, I've already pledged my loyalty." Kamel chuckled, placed the papers neatly on the table, and turned to look at Jenny. "Can I take a manuscript back to study? I'm … very interested in these things. "
"Of course!" Jenny nodded hurriedly. At the same time, she was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to be … so interested in these things. I thought a great magus like you would be angry after seeing these things. After all … to treat mysterious magic as a tool is a deviant behavior in the eyes of many magicians. My mentor almost killed me because of this. "
"Deviant? Maybe it is." Kamel sneered softly. "But do you know what I did back then?"
Jenny shook her head honestly. "I … don't know."
"I've done more deviant things," Kamel said faintly. "All of us are … we are the most deviant researchers selected from thousands of people. So these things you're studying are nothing to me. I'm happy to study them with you."
Jenny bowed her head happily. "Master Kamel, it's my pleasure."
"In this field, you're the master." Kamel was very modest in this regard. "Many of the things I've learned are no longer applicable in this era. It's necessary to learn again. On the path of learning, honor only belongs to those who are capable … Hmm? "
"Master Kamel?"
"Nothing, I just itched again …" Kamel twisted his body awkwardly and suddenly turned in a certain direction. In that brief moment, he finally sensed the direction of the magical wave that caused his itch. "Where is that?"
"That way? That's basically a residential area and warehouses … "Jenny was stunned." Ah, but there's a magic laboratory at the end of the street. It belongs to Ms. Heti. She should be doing experiments in the laboratory now. "
"Magic experiment?" Kamel's tone was curious. "Interesting … I want to take a look."
…
In the Disobedient Fortress in the Realm of Looming Shadow, the transportation of materials had come to an end.
Most of the useful samples and ancient equipment had been packed and transported to the fortress in the present world through the magic gate. Most of the materials that could not be transported were the large equipment connected to the main building or the contaminated materials that were clearly harmful and not suitable to be transported to outer space. As the transportation work came to an end, the fortress gradually returned to normal.
Pitman stood on the top floor of the Disobedient Fortress. The heavy isolation wall had been opened. Through the translucent Divine Protective Barrier, he quietly looked at the chaotic and broken world outside the barrier and the giant white deer floating among the debris and metal wreckage.
The soldiers occasionally glanced at the old Druil curiously. They were surprised that the old man could be so solemn. But no one came to talk to him. They were busy finishing the last part of their work so that they could leave this strange place as soon as possible.
Some soldiers also glanced curiously at the body of Amoun the giant white deer outside the barrier, but they also did not pay too much attention to the huge creature's body. Only a few people knew the truth about the giant white deer, and those who knew had been ordered to keep their mouths shut. Now the ordinary soldiers had no idea what amazing secrets were buried in the fortress. They were told that the fortress was an ancient research base for studying powerful ancient creatures, and that the giant white deer floating in the alien space was a monster that had been dead for many years. This explanation was more acceptable than telling them that the place was for the gods to dissect.
But Pitman knew the truth about the giant white deer. Gwen had told him about the Disobedient Fortress and the Disobedient Fortress. Even if Gwen did not tell him, the moment he saw Amoun the giant white deer, Pitman knew what it was.
He had been standing there for a long time, staring at the body of the God of Nature. His wrinkled face was tense, and no one could see any change of emotion. No one could guess what was on his mind. When no one was around, he sighed softly. "It's really dead …"
Then he quietly took out a silver disc, a thin piece of oak, blessed twigs, and acorns. He used these things to build a small altar in front of the isolation wall. He lit up the thin piece of oak in the middle of the altar and sprinkled a pinch of pollen on the small flame. His movements were meticulous, as precise and capable as the Druil priests of three thousand years ago.
Nowadays, there were very few Druil priests in the world who could master such a complete ritual.
However, the flame in the middle of the altar only burned quietly and gradually extinguished as the fuel ran out. The God of Nature was right in front of him, but the altar could not evoke even the slightest trace of a miracle.
Pitman didn't care. He just quietly completed this short but complete sacrificial ceremony. He watched as the things on the altar were completely burned by the flames before he raised his head. Looking at the corpse of the white deer that was glowing in the darkness, he suddenly revealed a smile.
"You're lying here. It seems that the God of Nature will never appear again."
After saying this, Pitman turned around and left the place without any reluctance.
He passed through the empty Disobedient Fortress and the ancient fortress in the Dark Mountain Range. It took him a long time to return to his territory. The giant sun was gradually setting in the west. The huge corona of the sun was like a golden crown hanging over the forest on the west side. In the gradually dimming sky, he saw a group of people leaving the only church in the town.
These should be the civilians who had just finished praying. They all had calm and indifferent smiles on their faces. The berserker-like priest of the Holy Light stood in front of the church door and watched the last group of prayers leave.
Wright had already seen Pitman approaching him. This peculiar priest of the Holy Light began to greet him with a loud voice from afar. "Old man! Come in and have a seat? I still have some bread that I haven't finished giving out! "
The Holy Biscuits distributed by the Cecil Church of Holy Light were all personally made by Pastor Wright. The texture was firm and indestructible, and with a handle, it could even cut gold and break jade. There was nothing it couldn't break.
So it was never finished.
Pitman thought about his teeth and stomach. He felt that as an old man, there was no need to challenge things that young people did not dare to challenge. So he politely declined Wright's kindness, but still walked into the church.
"It's rare to see you here." Wright lit the magic crystal lamp in the church and handed a glass of water to Pitman. "I'm afraid you're the only one in the whole territory who comes to the church the least. Even Miss Amber comes more often than you."
Pitman asked subconsciously, "Did you lose anything?"
Wright could smoothly continue the topic. "I really have nothing to lose here, so Miss Amber doesn't come much recently."
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