"Hur" Manor was located at the edge of the forest. It was a place where the Hoffenberg family hunted in summer. It was the beginning of spring, and there were no guests. So, even the servants were scarce. It was quiet and peaceful.
The library in the main house of the manor was where King Hoffenberg handled his business when he hunted. It was protected by the most thorough divine power circles, but at this moment, three sorcerers were under the protection of the divine power circles.
Douglas lived in this place secretly as a guest of the royal family. He had to change his magic robe into the most popular high-collared coat today, which made him rather uncomfortable. He felt that it was too ostentatious.
"Did you arrange for Douglas to hide here?" Since it was inconvenient to talk outside, Fernando asked Hathaway casually after they entered the library, trying to figure out whether it was her idea or the Sword of Truth's.
Although he had no time to observe the sky in the previous battle, since the Liege of Death and the Witch of Iceland had perished, and the Sword of Truth and the Heart of Time were still alive, it was not difficult for him to guess what happened. The two noble Knights must've betrayed him!
The heavy loss this time was beyond Fernando's tolerance. It left an indelible mark in his heart, and he found it even more difficult to trust the noble Knights.
Hathaway nodded her head. "Yes."
Although she was a noble, she had become a sorcerer. Also, after years of friendship, Fernando trusted her more than anyone else.
Sharp chuckled. "You think that Hathaway's matter can be kept a secret from His Majesty? He's just pretending that he doesn't know anything. Well, it's really because of the situation. None of the nobles want the Church to completely destroy the forces of sorcerers. Like Douglas said, our conflicts with the Church will only get more and more intense from now on."
He was more or less uncertain about the future.
Douglas sat down on the mahogany chair and said peacefully, "Mother Earth is still here, the heretical churches are still here, Dracula is still here, the Silver Moon is still here, the Dark Mountain Range is still here, and the Boundless Ocean is still here. The Church is still far from abandoning the nobles. However, after the coalition army was defeated, it was difficult for them to stall most of the forces of the Church. The Church's control over its own territory will reach the peak. You have to be prepared.
He spoke unhurriedly, and his voice carried the unique magnetism of a middle-aged gentleman. Although he was describing a bad situation, Fernando and Sharp were no longer as panicked as before.
Was it the power of a legend to influence the environment, or had Douglas grown into such a charismatic leader? This question flashed through Fernando's mind.
"What I'm afraid of is that patience is useless." After calming himself down, Sharp voiced his concerns. It was his concerns, the Sword of Truth's concerns, and most of the nobles' concerns, because there was no hope of victory at all.
Douglas picked up the elegant cup next to him and had a mouthful of water. He continued in his soothing voice, "It can be seen from the previous examples that the pope must have time to recover after 'God's Arrival'. In the jargon of sorcerers, the buffering time of the divine power is very long. If it is used during the buffering time, the previous pope was a warning. Therefore, we don't need to be so scared of 'God's Arrival'."
"The fact that 'Silver Moon' Alterna survived the strike of 'God's Arrival' and escaped with heavy wounds suggests that 'God's Arrival' can still be resisted. If she recovers, we can find a way to summon the Lord of Hell or the Will of Abyss. It won't be impossible for us to kill the pope."
It was an obvious analysis, but the desperate people could barely think calmly. Their smart heads were covered in mist, and they could not see anything beyond themselves.
Hearing Douglas's analysis, Sharp became calmer and calmer, as if he had found the confidence that he hadn't had for a long time.
"However, summoning the Lord of Hell or the Will of Abyss requires complicated rituals and a high price. It can be easily discovered by the Church and sabotaged in advance. Also, the Will of Abyss is crazy and bloodthirsty. It's possible that it will be an enemy if we summon it." Sharp expressed his thoughts.
"Hehe. Coward." Fernando looked at Sharp in disdain. "Although the Will of Abyss is crazy, we can make preparations in advance and induce him to 'move' in the direction that we want him to."
As a sorcerer born in the Magic Empire, Fernando was not averse to summoning devils and demons at all, but he did not like those stupid, evil guys.
Douglas smiled. "Perhaps I need to go to hell and talk to the Lord of Hell. He is a rational demigod who knows how to analyze and weigh the pros and cons. Perhaps we can find an easier way to summon him. To be honest, I've never liked blood sacrifice."
After he became a legend, he was still able to travel in alternate dimensions without the help of the directional Portal to Alternate Realm.
"Let's wait for a moment. I think that with the value of 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy', you should be able to advance again very soon." Fernando felt that it would be better for Douglas to go to hell when he was stronger, in case the Lord of Hell looked down on such a "weak" partner.
"Improving my strength does not conflict with going to hell." Douglas nodded his head. "By my estimation, I can reach level three in twenty to thirty years. Also, my combat ability is not bad."
He looked at Sharp. "The path is dangerous and difficult, but there will be no hope at all if we don't do it. Only by walking step by step can we find a path of hope in the darkness and desperation."
"As a matter of fact, the current situation is not too bad. Hehe. I'm talking about the sorcerers. Ever since Aalto fell and the Liege of Death perished, the leadership of the Church has been paying less attention to sorcerers. Their attention has been focused on the heretical churches and the dark creatures. It means that the hunting and hunting you will be much less intense than before." Sharp told them the important changes that he had sensed recently.
Douglas smiled in self-mockery. "Weakness has its benefits."
Fernando interjected in disdain, "I thought that Ivan would have conflicts with Gregory after he failed to become the pope. But as it turned out, he was as obedient as a lamb."
"The power of the clerics comes from the God of Truth. If they resist the pope chosen by the God of Truth, they will be rebelling against their god. None of the clerics dare to do that, because they will have no companions or supporters. Also, it is said that the pope has a method called 'Excommunication' that can cut off the connection between the clerics and the God of Truth, turning their 'heart of faith' into something that cannot be replenished. So, how can Ivan dare to have conflicts with Gregory directly?" Douglas shook his head.
Hathaway suddenly opened her mouth and said coldly, "There is Excommunication."
"There really is …" Douglas nodded solemnly. "However, there is no need for us to be disappointed. Ivan may not have conflicts with Gregory directly, but it doesn't mean that he is unwilling to cause trouble for Gregory and make enemies. Perhaps his attitude toward sorcerers has changed. We have to try to get in touch with him in the future."
The four of them discussed for a long time and made a lot of plans for the future. Fernando felt the passion again, which was the feeling he had when he first joined the Union of Sorcerers.
Douglas patted his clothes and stood up. "Fernando, you've just recovered from your heavy wounds. Take a rest first. We'll talk about magic when you're free."
"Yes, I'll discuss' Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy 'with you by then. It's definitely the most brilliant book in the history of magic." Fernando was not stingy with his compliments.
Douglas smiled. "I'm very happy to receive such a compliment from you, and I'm also proud of my work. However, the more things I discover, the more questions I have. Hehe, the unknown is always so intoxicating. What exactly is gravity? What is its essence …"
Fernando and Hathaway were both stunned by the profundity of the questions. They did not know how to answer. Sharp, who did not know arcana, shrugged and walked to the window, opening the curtain.
The clear and pure sunlight sprayed in from outside of the house, casting everything in gold. Without them knowing it, it was already dawn!
"Fernando, I need your help to contact other sorcerers and try to establish a new union."
"Don't call it a union. It will remind me of the old fox. Call it the Congress of Sorcerers of the Continent."
"That's fine with me."
"It doesn't sound good …" Hathaway commented in a low voice.
… …
Looking at the sorcerers around who were full of desperation and helplessness, Erica's heart was heavy. She was only in a small organization, and it was truly difficult for her to cope with such a storm.
She retreated to her room and sat on the bed with her knees in her arms. Thinking for a moment, she took out a book with a black cover from her magic pouch. It was sent by Mr. Douglas during their last correspondence. However, because of the abrupt change in the situation and the organization's relocation, she never had the time to read it.
Opening the book, Erica began to read carefully with subconscious admiration.
As she read, her hands trembled so hard that she almost couldn't hold the book steady. Although she hadn't grasped the calculus that Mr. Douglas taught her in his letters, it did not stop her from basically understanding the content of the third chapter.
"Gravity …"
"Are they the strings of the Goddess of Magic?"
"Is this the truth of this world?"
"Magic is countless times more amazing than I imagined!"
Caught in the surging tides, she did not even know that Atlant, the Eye of Curse, had arrived and was about to recruit their small organization.
… …
After a squeak, a girl in a court dress pushed open the door of the room. The candlestick in her hand illuminated the dim room.
Where the light was focused, a tall and slim young man was looking back at her in fear. He was holding a heart in his hand and a broken body before him.
Crack. The candlestick fell to the ground. The beautiful girl covered her mouth and asked in disbelief, "You … You are a sorcerer?"
"No, no …" Pale, the young man shook his head in panic, unable to answer the question.
… …
Melodious, frivolous whistles echoed on the avenue. A young man with black hair and black eyes walked delightedly. His handsome face and unique scholarly vibe attracted the attention of the ladies.
"The play this time is too lousy. It's not even as good as the one in my head!" He clicked his tongue and commented at the same time, "Lady Audrey is really too passionate and hot …"
Suddenly, a man in his thirties ran over from a corner and shouted in panic, "Run! Get out of the city! The viscount knows that you slept with Lady Audrey! "
"What?" The young man's face turned pale, and his sense of propriety was gone. He took the package and fled.
By the time he escaped out of the city, the sun was already setting.
"How beautiful!" He gradually calmed down and laughed. "As it happens, I've always wanted to go to Renstadt. I'm a man who will become the greatest playwright!"
In the twilight of the setting sun, the black-haired young man whistled delightedly again.
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