Inside the library of Hur's manor, the thick curtains were pulled to the two sides, and the window was covered by the white gauze to let the sunlight in, creating a splendid scene.
Hathaway was calculating something carefully behind the desk with a quill in her hand. Now and then, she raised her head and communicated with Douglas and Fernando in simple words. If what she wanted to express was too complicated, she would choose to combine words with words.
Douglas, who was standing in front of the window, had a solemn look on his face as if he was deep in thought. He paced back and forth in the golden domain created by the sunlight. Occasionally, he would suddenly stop and point out the immature parts of Fernando and Hathaway's ideas. He would hit the nail on the head, and when the two of them raised new ideas, he would start pacing again, as if he was deep in thought.
Fernando was sitting on the couch diagonally before the desk, with stacks of paper floating before him. His quill was writing on the paper on its own when nobody was controlling it. Whenever he thought of something, he would say it aloud, not caring that he might make a mistake or be embarrassed at all.
The scene where the three of them discussed arcana and magic knowledge was like an oil painting, vivid and meaningful. It was a pity that nobody witnessed or recorded the brilliant scene in the history of magic.
Such discussions had lasted for many days. All the questions that Fernando and Hathaway had about gravity, the motion of celestial bodies, and the three laws of motion were perfectly answered, and they both gained abundant knowledge.
"When I applied calculus to the ninth-circle spells, I discovered that the difficulty of construction was significantly reduced …" Fernando waved the parchment in his hands.
On the parchment that had been processed by magic, shadows and light coexisted, and the patterns of the magic models were unique three-dimensional.
"It's not just the ninth-circle spells. The construction of spells above the third circle will be simplified to the greatest extent. If the difficulty of constructing and learning spells in the past was 100, now it's only 60," Douglas replied as he paced back and forth.
Fernando looked at the parchment in his hands in a daze and suddenly remarked with mixed feelings, "If calculus had been established twenty years earlier, the number of archmages and senior-rank sorcerers would've definitely increased, and the combat ability of sorcerers of the same rank would've been doubled."
Douglas, who was deep in thought, paused and turned around. He looked at Fernando and asked, "How's your recovery? How's your grasp on calculus and gravity? "
"There's no problem for the time being," Fernando replied affirmatively.
Douglas nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you to contact the other organizations and tell them that we're willing to work together. But at the same time, tell them that they'd rather not have any materials in the next few years than try to act before the conflict between the Church and the nobles reaches a peak."
"Those cowards, they wouldn't dare even if I gave them the courage!" Fernando said disdainfully. Then, he put away the quill and the draft paper, tidied his clothes, and was about to set off.
He had to admit that Fernando was a man of action.
Douglas turned his head and said to Hathaway, "Hathaway, you should return to Renstadt. If you stay here for too long, the church and other nobles will suspect you."
"Yes," Hathaway replied softly, but the quill in her hand didn't stop.
Douglas took a light breath. "The demiplanes of the Lord of Deep Frost and the Eye of Curse are sealed and hidden, so I have to make a trip to hell first."
After a brief reunion, the three of them embarked on different paths for the future of magicians.
… …
Crack. The candlestick fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The broken candle flickered for a moment and then died out. The whole room was caught in darkness, with nothing but beast-like moans echoing.
"Shirley, don't be scared. Listen to me!" The moans were gone, and the young man's slightly hasty voice echoed. He had cat-like pupils.
The girl breathed heavily and did not respond.
"Shirley, calm down. I'm not a sorcerer. Trust me. I'm not a sorcerer!" The young man breathed equally heavily, like a bellows in a blacksmith's shop that was being pulled.
The girl named Shirley held back her breath and replied calmly, to the young man's surprise, "Vicente, calm down, too. Whether you are a sorcerer or not, I love you all the same. “
Her words were like a magic spell. The heavy and suffocating atmosphere in the room was immediately gone.
Vicente's eyes seemed to be a bit weird. He could see things in the dark. So, he quickly lit up the candlestick on the desk that he slapped out just now.
The dim light filled the room again. Vicente had already put down the heart in his hand and wiped off the blood on his hands. He rushed to Shirley and asked excitedly, "Really?"
Shirley bit her lips and nodded solemnly. "I don't care who you are. I'm only worried that the Church will not let go of the sorcerers if I lose you."
Vicente laughed like an innocent child and spun around. Then, he hugged Shirley tightly and kissed her temples. "Rest assured. I'm really not a sorcerer. I won't become a sorcerer for you."
"But that body …" Shirley pointed at the broken body on the desk, somewhat scared.
Holding back his joy, Vicente cleared his throat and said, "I found some sorcerers' relics at the edge of the swamp. They contained the knowledge about magic and the mysteries of the human body."
"At first, I was indeed attracted by the amazing magic, but then I thought of you. We've known each other since we were little. You taught me the common language and the Sylvanas language without caring about your identity as a noble, and you helped me find a job as a doctor in a charity hall. In order to marry me, you turned down one outstanding noble after another, which made your uncle and auntie very angry. How could I abandon you and embark on this path that is destined to lead to hiding?" Vicente added some sweet words as he explained. Shirley pursed her lips and tried not to smile.
The nobles in this period still learned the language of the Magic Empire in private.
"So, I buried all the books about magic at the edge of the swamp and only brought back the books about the mysteries of the human body." Vicente pointed at the few open books on the desk.
Shirley asked in confusion, "The mysteries of the human body?"
Vicente's expression suddenly became serious. His tone was soothing and emotional. "I've met too many helpless patients in the charity hall. They don't have the money to ask a priest to treat them with divine magic. They can only rely on the herbs and medicines that we doctors prescribe."
"Outsiders may not know, but as a doctor of the charity hall, I know very well that these herbs and medicines can only treat mild diseases. For patients with slightly more serious diseases, I have to watch them wail and scream as they slowly walk to the end of their lives. This makes my heart ache and makes me feel powerless. Therefore, the doctors of the charity hall either slowly become cold-hearted or crazy."
Shirley nestled in Vicente's arms and gently stroked his back: "I understand, you know, I often go to the charity hall to help, and I've seen a lot of deaths. Many of the patients were still children, but they died in front of me just like that. At that time, I only hated myself for not being devout enough, for not being able to become a nun and obtain divine power."
"So, I've been trying to find better formulas, but I discovered that the human body is full of mysteries. I don't know the structure of the heart. I don't know what else is inside our body. I don't know how the whole body works. I don't know how it works. How can I find better formulas?" Vicente's eyes were full of hope. He seemed to be glowing. "I want to understand the mysteries of the human body. I want to figure out what our bodies are exactly!"
Looking at Vicente, Shirley felt that he was more charming than ever. She nodded and said, "It's a good thing, but you must not disturb the peace of the dead in the graveyard. You will be discovered by the Church."
"I'll look for bodies in the forests and swamps. If I can't, I'll study animals first." Vicente said in high spirits, "When I become a famous doctor, I don't think your parents will stop you from marrying me."
Shirley's face suddenly blushed. "In fact, the reason why I'm here today is that they have already agreed."
"Really?" Vicente was so excited that he almost jumped to his feet.
… …
Outside of the city gate of Rentato, a lot of people were bumping against each other. It was quite lively.
"What a bustling city! As expected of Renstadt! " The young man with black hair and black eyes praised with a big smile on his face. "If it weren't for the viscount, I wouldn't have made up my mind to come to Renstadt. I should really thank him!"
He squeezed into the gate and suddenly shouted, "Renstadt! I'm coming! "
"Lunatic." The citizens around all looked at him.
However, the black-haired young man did not care at all. He encouraged himself, "Oliver, you'll become a celebrity in this city!"
He looked around, looking for a high-end hotel. The fact that he could read and learn drama showed that his family was not poor. It was just that his parents died early and no one took care of him.
"Haha, here it is …" He said while taking out his wallet. But suddenly, his smile froze.
"Wallet! Where's my wallet?!" Oliver shouted and looked back in a hurry, but he could not find his wallet.
A cold spring wind blew. The young Oliver felt the coldness of Renstadt.
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