In the garden villa, Lucien looked at the thick stack of letters. He slightly shook his head and let out a sigh. Then, he checked them one by one with magic. After making sure that there were no problems, he opened them slowly and skimmed through them, just in case someone like Peavy happened again.
"Felipe?" Lucien looked at the letter in his hand and wondered why Felipe would write to him.
To discuss arcana and magic? Lucien and Felipe were good at different fields, and both of them belonged to the school of Element and the school of Necromancy. Lucien and Felipe were both the most promising arcanists of the younger generation. Lucien and Felipe were competitors. Although Lucien and Felipe had worked together once in private, they had never written letters to each other. Lucien and Felipe had never written to each other.
Attack? Insult? Intimidate? The school of necromancy's view on the soul was close to electromagnetic waves and electromagnetic fields. Undoubtedly, Felipe was a supporter of the wave theory. After reading the new paper on Arcana, Felipe wrote a letter to criticize Lucien. However, Lucien felt that something was not right. Although Felipe was a bit violent, he was very proud. If Felipe wanted to slander Lucien, he would've submitted the paper directly instead of writing a letter in private.
"Something is wrong …" Lucien checked the letter again, paying special attention to the hidden marks that could prevent curses, poisons, and souls. In the end, he used Astrology to calculate the danger and activated many magic defenses before he opened the letter.
"Attacking the light quantum hypothesis in a very normal way …" Lucien frowned as he read the letter. It was a very normal letter. It was so normal that there was no precise evidence to support the accusation. It also contradicted the classical electromagnetism theory and images. There was nothing special about it.
Lucien read the letter carefully. Although the mistakes were not eye-catching, and he could guess what the original word was based on the context and most of the letters in the letter, it was hard for him to find any mistakes. However, Lucien, who often corrected the papers, exercises, and "subversive" papers of Annick and Heidi, was keenly aware of the mistakes. Holding back the urge to pick up the quill and dip it in red ink, Lucien rubbed his eyebrows and thought to himself, "It shouldn't be like this …"
Lucien had only read Felipe's published papers, so he didn't know if Felipe also made spelling mistakes like this when he wrote. However, Lucien knew that Felipe was very proud. When he wrote a letter to a hated competitor, he would definitely check it again and again, just like when he submitted a paper … Losing face in front of his competitor was something that he hated the most.
Thinking of this, Lucien was shocked. There was no emotion on his face, but the wrong letters in the words were clearly reflected in his mind, and they were arranged in order.
Lucien corrected the wrong letters, and they formed a string of words that seemed to be made up of several words.
"Undead Sowing Discord … Wave and Particle Debate … Internal Strife … Submit to the Congress …" Lucien roughly understood what Felipe was trying to say. However, after these words, there were still four meaningless letters that could not be formed into words. "What do they mean?"
Lucien could not figure out the meaning of these letters, but the first part of the letter was enough: the undead in the World of Souls seemed to want to use the wave and particle debate to create internal strife in the Congress.
As for what their purpose was, Lucien guessed that it was the Congress' investigation of Heidler City.
"Submit to the Congress … It seems that Felipe doesn't have much confidence in himself and me. Maybe the enemy is the Lord of the Undead or the Demigod-lich, and the Congress is the only thing that we can rely on. The difference in strength cannot be made up by wisdom and strategy … "Lucien rubbed his chin." Isn't he worried that I'm also in cahoots with the World of Souls? Or does he know more than I do? "
Lucien packed the letter and threw it aside. He stood up and paced back and forth, thinking about how to submit the letter, how to make use of it, and how to completely expose the cooperation between the Hand of Paleness and the World of Souls.
Lucien walked to the bookshelf and glanced around. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw a row of language books on the shelf, including Ancient Sylvanas, Lingua Franca, Ancient Meshkate, Elvish, Demonic, and Devil's.
Looking at the books that started from the alphabet, Lucien suddenly had an idea. "Maybe the meaning of the last four letters is not as complicated as I thought."
"This letter is the second letter in the Lingua Franca alphabet. This letter is the twenty-third letter. This letter is eleven. This is six … 223,116 …" As a sorcerer of the school of Astrology, Lucien recognized that they were astrological coordinates as soon as he read out the numbers in his mind. "The location is Heidler City … Well, the entrance to the World of Souls!"
"The Hand of Paleness will lead the World of Souls out, and the Congress will start to explore it slowly … Seems like a good idea. I won't be dragged into danger. I only know this letter, and it's not my turn to be killed. Well, I don't need to do anything else. I'll just submit the letter! " Lucien soon made the decision. He stood up and walked to the headquarter of the Congress. Meanwhile, he had a big plan in his mind. He was going to let the unstable elements in the Hand of Paleness and the spectres in the World of Souls jump out together. Then, he would take the opportunity to break up the Hand of Paleness and completely incorporate it into the system of the Congress.
… …
Many gray tombstones were inserted into the desolate plain. The place was gloomy, lonely, and creepy.
Inside a huge mausoleum, Vicente, the Lord of the Undead, whose skin was so pale that his bones were covered, was floating in the air. He was trying to refine the magnificent golden dragon in front of him into a puppet lich.
Suddenly, the dark red flames in his eye sockets flickered violently. The wind of death and sleep that was blowing by suddenly calmed down, and the legendary spell that was being cast by the soul pieces was interrupted.
The golden dragon roared at the sky, and its voice was full of pain. Seizing the opportunity, it was going to break free and escape from this place.
Miranda's 12 Life Rings lit up one by one, firmly imprisoning the giant dragon. Seeing that it could not escape, the giant dragon's golden eyes flashed with a trace of determination. Its body swelled up, and with a bang, it completely exploded. The explosion caused the mausoleum to feel as if it had encountered a destructive earthquake. Stone pillars, arches, and other things collapsed.
Everything was settled. Vicente, who only had a skull left, said angrily and gloomily, "Damn it. It's not easy to catch a golden dragon that is close to the legendary level!"
After a brief moment of fury, he quickly calmed down and flew back to the secret temple of the mausoleum. He landed on a huge dark coffin without any patterns and lit up the dome, revealing the brilliant starry sky.
Just now, when he was refining the dragon lich, he suddenly had a strong sense of danger. That was why he failed to cast the spell and almost suffered from the backfire. Although he was fine in the end, he had lost a golden dragon that was close to the legendary level and a physical body for nothing.
After reaching the legendary level, whether or not they were good at the school of astrology, they would try to make up for their shortcomings. Even if their body and soul were completely incompatible with the school of astrology, they would still look for similar legendary items to carry with them. Otherwise, they would not even know how they were killed by a legendary sorcerer who was good at the school of astrology!
That was the advantage of sorcerers and priests (after the pope's improvement). They could make up for their shortcomings through learning. For sorcerers and Knights, unless they were born with the ability of prophecy or had similar legendary items, they could only rely on the intuition of their soul after they reached the legendary level to avoid the dangers within a small range. It was impossible for them to sense the unknown, hidden, and large-scale dangers.
Vicente, the Lord of the Undead, did not have a soul essence that was in conflict with the school of astrology. Therefore, although he was not as good as the professionals such as the Prophet, his astrology magic was enough for him. He was much stronger than other legendary sorcerers who did not have the title of grand arcanist.
In the sky above the dome, the bright and clear traces were running. The skull that remained of Vicente floated up and down and soon got the result. "Storm? Storm? Fernando? Destructive strike? "
Inside the pale skull, two spots of dark red fire bounced quietly. Vicente cast a spell and said, "Congus … Rogelio, 'Dimateus', 'Adol' … Come here."
The lid of the pitch-black coffin was lifted, and a massive corpse that was steaming with black smoke suddenly sat up. Through the black smoke, one could vaguely see that the corpse was made up of complete intelligent lifeforms. There were humans, elves, dwarves, demons, devils …
The body that seemed to be half a mountain high was releasing terrifying pressure, as if it were absorbing all the life force. Vicente's skull fell on the top of the body's head like a pale crown.
The eyes of the body suddenly opened, and the two spots of dark red fire lit up. There was nothing in front of the body, only endless silence.
… …
On the thirty-third floor of the headquarter of the Congress.
"Master, I received a letter from Felipe." Lucien said straightforwardly to Fernando who was pacing back and forth.
Fernando's face was both serious and confused. "What letter?"
"He told me in a secret language that the Hand of Paleness and the spectres from the mysterious black, white, and gray space had joined hands and intended to instigate internal strife in the Congress with the opportunity of the debate between waves and particles. He was worried that the mysterious space was dangerous and leaned toward the Congress, so he also revealed the coordinates of the entrance of the mysterious space. "Lucien said concisely and clearly, intentionally describing the Hand of Paleness as the mastermind.
Fernando nodded and said somewhat angrily, "I see …"
"What's wrong, master?" Lucien was somewhat confused. With his teacher's personality, shouldn't he be furious and ask for more details?
Fernando looked out of the window and said in a low voice, "Five minutes ago, before you approached the magic tower in the headquarter, Vicente came with Congus and the rest of them and asked for a meeting of the Highest Council."
"What?" Lucien asked in confusion.
Fernando snorted, "He captured all the spectres from the mysterious space in the Hand of Paleness and blamed it on Congus, Rogelio, and the rest of them, saying that they fooled him. Then, he completely confessed the secrets of the World of Souls and told me that it was full of dangers and that we had to explore it slowly. "
"Well … Didn't Congus and the rest of them argue?" Lucien felt that it was too unbelievable. He came here as soon as he finished reading the letter. It did not take him much time at all, but the Hand of Paleness had done so many things. Had Felipe been discovered?
Fernando shook his head, "They completely admitted that they were wrong, but they did not admit that they had caused damage to the Congress. If they only hid the secret, they would not be punished severely. Next, we will interrogate the spectres … "
Speaking of this, he glanced at Lucien and reminded him, "In the future, without the corresponding cover of prophecy magic, do not casually plot against the legendary sorcerers, especially the plan that involves their life and death …"
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