A cabin was located deep in the mountains, surrounded by strange trees and rocks. Beasts were roaring and birds were chirping nonstop.
Solemnly, Fernando paced back and forth in the cabin, thinking about what he should say when he met the chairman of "Hysterical Dance" later and how he could avoid mocking him. If possible, it would be best if he paid a visit to Atlant, the Eye of Curse. Although he was not the leader of the organization nominally, everybody knew that he was the real manipulator behind the curtain.
Suddenly, Fernando's heart skipped a beat. He sensed with his spiritual force field that hundreds of magicians were flying over.
This scene gave him a fright. Suddenly, a translucent force field wall appeared beside him, and the spell to break the space lock was ready to be launched.
What are they doing? Why are so many people attacking me? But why are they so overwhelming that I have a chance to escape?
Such questions echoed in Fernando's heart. It was not until he saw a few acquaintances, such as the senior-rank sorcerers that he had met before, who were full of eagerness instead of hatred, that he was finally relieved of his worries.
"Fernando, I'm told that you are very good at calculus?"
"Can you tell me how we should deal with it?"
"What's your opinion on gravity?"
The questions dashed out of the sorcerers' mouths into noises that were even more unbelievable than the chirping of birds and beasts. Fernando's ears were humming, and he could not have been more agitated.
"Enough!" A thunderous roar burst out, completely suppressing all the noise in an instant.
Fernando was not as gentle, kind, and considerate as Erica. Roaring was one of his specialties.
The room suddenly fell silent. Fernando said gloomily, "How can I explain calculus if you keep making noise? Also, how do I know your progress right now? "
He did not care that he was in someone else's home. Many of the senior-rank sorcerers and even the archmages who were stronger than him were standing opposite of him. He forced himself to be a stern teacher.
For him, there was only the difference between those who understood arcana and those who did not. There was no halo of identity and strength!
After shocking the sorcerers, Fernando said solemnly, "I'm here to discuss certain issues with Mr. President of 'Hysterical Dance'. After everything is over, I'll stay for a couple of days and explain the basics of calculus from the beginning. As for gravity, we'll talk about it after you've digested what I just said."
As an experienced sorcerer, he was qualified to prove how precious Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy was, how profound the description of the world was, and how shocking it was for sorcerers. Therefore, he had expected such reactions.
However, he didn't expect it to reach such a level!
It seemed that his prediction was not bold enough!
What he said made the sorcerers of "Hysterical Dance" come back to themselves. They were all surprised. It was one thing for them to ask for the advice boldly, but it was another thing for him to explain it so frankly. Shouldn't the knowledge such as calculus and gravity be their top secrets? Why would they teach them to us without asking for anything?
Not entirely convinced, one of the sorcerers reminded Fernando, "Mr. Eye of Curse has reorganized 'Hysterical Dance' into 'Family of Sorcerers', which means the union of multiple organizations."
"Who is the president?" Fernando asked straightforwardly.
Hardly had he finished his sentence when another sorcerer flew over from afar. He shouted, "Mr. Fernando, Mr. Eye of Curse invites you to meet him."
After a brief daze, Fernando nodded his head. "Alright."
That was not a bad thing. He did not have to go through Atlant again after he convinced the president.
The meeting place was not in Atlant's demiplane but in a garden full of flowers in the valley.
"To be honest, I thought of detaining you and getting the complete knowledge of calculus and the detailed explanation of gravity from you," Atlant said with his eyes closed and a refreshing smile.
Fernando sniffed, not at all awkward when meeting a legend. "They are indeed worth your effort, but it's knowledge that will be shared with all the sorcerers in the first place."
"All the sorcerers?" Atlant asked back with a smile, as if everything were under his control.
Fernando chuckled. "Yes. Douglas believes that the understanding of the world, the grasp of the laws, and the analysis of the principles require more people to join and communicate with each other. So, he defines that part of the knowledge as arcana, which is something that can be shared with other sorcerers. As for the detailed magic knowledge such as magic models, it's a personal secret that can only be shared by individuals."
"Arcana?" For the first time, Atlant did not smile. He was deep in thought. "It sounds like Douglas is trying to establish an organization that is purely about arcana communication? Is that his definition and classification? "
"Not so deep yet. For example, how to encourage the researchers, but it is indeed the wish of Douglas and us. We also hope to build a stable 'magic building' on the organization of arcana communication. They will be collectively called the 'Continental Confederation of Sorcerers' so that we can resist the Church together." Fernando did not hide his purpose, nor did he introduce the topic tactfully. Instead, he simply elaborated.
Atlant nodded. "I'm very interested in an organization that is purely about arcana communication. As for the 'magic building', I need to take a look at it."
With "Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy", one of the most important books in the history of magic, every sorcerer would be interested in an organization that was purely about arcana communication. Of course, they would certainly weigh the knowledge that they shared according to the situation.
"I'm not surprised by your answer, really," Fernando said mockingly. It was one of the important reasons why the Magic Empire collapsed in the early years. "My purpose is only to pull 'Blurred Dance' — well, 'Family of Sorcerers' into this communication organization. As for what happens in the future, I believe that you will choose the right direction." We will show you the only path of hope that leads to the brightness!
Besides, as the arcana communication went on for a long time, the academic organization would naturally be cohesive. Somebody would be willing to consciously defend it, and it would be much easier to integrate it later. It was Douglas' scheme. Fernando and Atlant knew it very well, but they could not resist the temptation.
Atlant suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were as deep as the starry sky. "I'll be waiting."
"Douglas must've advanced into legendary, hasn't he?"
"Yes, 'Magic's Chosen One'." Fernando tried to resist Atlant's eyes.
The communication between the two of them was simple and fast, and they reached an agreement very soon. When Fernando left the garden, he suddenly felt a bit frustrated. The old fox went through a lot of trouble to win over a legend's cooperation, but Fernando's persuasion was so easy. It was partly because of the influence of "Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy", partly because of the changes in the situation, and partly because he had a legendary sorcerer behind him, while the old fox did not.
… …
A year later, after taking a long detour on this side of the Storm Strait, Fernando returned to the manor of "Hur" that Hathaway provided and met Douglas again.
"What's the attitude of 'hell'?" Fernando did not greet him but cut to the chase.
Perhaps because he was too tired, Douglas had a few more strands of white hair. He said solemnly, "I spent half a year in the Burning Metropolis before I was invited out of hell. Not only did I not meet the Lord of Hell, but I also failed to visit the dukes of hell."
"Is Maltimus indicating that he is unwilling to meddle in the affairs of the main world?" Fernando furrowed his brows. "With his personality, he's always scheming and stirring up storms for no reason. How could he let go of this great change and completely ignore the matters of the Origin World? Could it be that the Pope secretly taught him a lesson? Or was he hiding something? "
"If Maltimus needed to hide something, with his cleverness, he would've given me some perfunctory promises to dismiss me. However, he did nothing, which made me suspect that he was hiding something, which was definitely not his style. Therefore, such an attitude perhaps contains the information that he really wants to tell us. For example, through such an attitude, he is telling me that he is planning a great scheme that cannot be leaked or described, and that he is not far away from success. He is asking us to be prepared to respond to him when the time comes."
Pondering for a moment, Douglas told Fernando his analysis exactly as it was.
Fernando thought carefully for a moment and said, "That may be Maltimus' style best."
"That's why we can't relax. Things might change drastically in the next 10 to 20 years," Douglas reminded Fernando.
… …
More than twenty years later, in year 398 of the Saint Calendar, in the largest swamp in the territory of the Duchy of Calais …
A man in a deep black magic robe was walking on the mud. His cloak was not pulled up, revealing his skinny face. He was so skinny and pale that it was impossible to tell his age.
His left hand had lost all the colors of life. It was pale and lackluster, surrounded by the vague air of death. A swamp earthworm with seven heads was pressed by him softly, and its flesh and blood were rotten. Pus flowed out, and it became an undead creature.
The man raised his head that was only slightly better than a skeleton and looked at the horizon. He struggled and said to himself in a hoarse voice, "Shirley, I'm here to pick you up.
"Sorry that I'm late."
After saying that, he stepped forward. The dark black sludge in the swamp suddenly bubbled like boiling water. Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Then, the mud was raised to the sky and danced in the air. Monsters that could rot bones stood up one after another!
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