"Hey, are you going to buy them or not? Don't stand here and stop me from exchanging. " Seeing that Oliver was reading 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy' and 'Fundamentals of Calculus' in front of his booth, the vendor angrily chased him away loudly.
"Huh?" Oliver shuddered hard and came back to himself from the feeling that he had entered Mountain Paradise. He waved the two books hard and shouted, "I'll buy them! I'll buy them! Which organization is their author from? "
He couldn't wait to meet the sorcerers who had developed such a wonderful mathematical system and astounding theories and express his excitement to them.
Because of his basic knowledge, he could only roughly flip through the book, and he didn't even have time to study the beginning. However, this didn't prevent him from feeling the beauty of pure mathematics and the shock brought by the gravitational force.
"Mr. Douglas from the Congress of Magic, the author of 'Basics of Calculus', and the 'Silver-Gray Lady' and Mr. Fernando from the Congress of Magic." The vendor's tone was full of obvious respect when he mentioned them.
Oliver took out a low-quality Wave Stone and put away the books and the other materials that he had chosen in delight. He mumbled to himself, "The Congress of Magic. They're all from the Congress of Magic. I'm going to join the Congress of Magic!" “
The shock this level of book had on a beginner was simply unparalleled!
After nagging for a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the stall owner with bright eyes. The stall owner was so scared that he took a few steps back and mumbled, "I, I'm not selling inferior goods."
"Can you tell me where I can join the Congress of Magic?" Oliver asked excitedly.
The vendor heaved a sigh of relief and said angrily, "If I knew, I would've joined a long time ago!"
Then, he said solemnly, "In the past twenty years, the Church has been oppressing us all the time. All the organizations can only lurk and develop. How can it be so easy to join?"
"I'm sure that I can ask!" Oliver had made up his mind. Even though there were few female sorcerers in the Congress of Magic, he was going to join them!
Therefore, he asked everybody in the market. Even though he was disappointed and frustrated every time, it did not stop him from asking. For that, he paid a lot of treasures.
However, his conspicuous behavior also made the Supreme Soul Mage, who was secretly observing the market, more or less confirm that he wasn't a Night Watcher.
Finally, for the sake of the Soul Stone, a sorcerer of the Supreme Soul reminded him, "Mr. Fernando from the Congress of Magic is here as a guest. You can wait there."
He pointed to the forest path outside the market.
"Mr. Fernando?" O'Liver, excited again, ran to the side of the path and waited.
According to the hidden Magicians, one of them was assigned to keep an eye on him to make sure that he would not leak this information.
About ten minutes later, Oliver saw a short man in a bright red magic robe, a lich, and a skinny man walking over from the corner of the path.
"Although you're not a good person, your 'Theory of Human Body Structure and Circulation' is still worth reading," Fernando said, barely praising people.
With a cold face, Vicente said casually, "Although you're a pervert, you're not bad at calculus."
He was arguing with him.
Fernando sniffed and suppressed his urge to roar with his desire to communicate with arcana. Within the Congress of Magic, Vicente's theory had been included in arcana.
He had a good understanding of human body structure too, and he communicated deeply with Vicente and Congus.
Standing not far away, Oliver listened to the three of them discussing theories that he did not understand at all. He immediately had the feeling that he had just stepped into the gate of magic and that there was a vast world waiting to be explored.
"One day, I'm going to join them and discuss the mysteries of the world and the human body!" Oliver secretly clenched his fists and made up his mind.
At this moment, Oliver was almost certain that the short sorcerer in the red robe was Mr. Fernando. So, he waited nervously and excitedly. When the three of them approached him, he stepped forward and bowed in the standard magic etiquette. "Honorable Mr. Fernando, I am a junior who admires Mr. Douglas and your profound knowledge. I hope that I can join the Congress of Magic and listen to your guidance."
After that, he stood there uneasily, fearing that he would be rejected and miss the opportunity.
After a brief daze, Fernando said solemnly, "Every sorcerer is welcome to join the Congress of Magic, but one thing must be made clear in advance. Whoever joins the Congress must accept the ethos of open discussion in the Congress and the rule that arcana can be published in the form of papers to other sorcerers. Of course, the authors of the papers will be paid by the Congress and every reader."
"Arcana?" Oliver asked, somewhat at a loss.
After explaining the definition of arcana, Fernando asked again, "Can you accept it?"
Oliver thought for a moment. Except for the spell models and part of the casting skills, he did not have any arcana theories that were worth keeping a secret. So, he nodded solemnly. "Mr. Fernando, I'm willing to."
Oliver did not expect that it would be so easy to join the Congress of Magic. He was so excited that he felt that it was unreal.
Fernando nodded. "But before that, you have to be vetted by us. After all, we cannot allow the night watchers to sneak in."
"No problem." This sentence made Oliver's surreal feeling disappear, and he regained his sense of reality.
Hearing the conversation between Fernando and Oliver, Vicente felt that there was nothing else for him to do, so he turned around and left.
… …
Inside the Snow Cathedral …
Reading the files in his hands, Aradeline asked the level-seven red robe who was in charge of the Inquisition uneasily, "Why didn't you arrest the nobles? They are suspected of colluding with sorcerers! "
The red robe said respectfully but not fearfully, "Lord Aradeline, they are only suspects. We do not have any proof. The Lord teaches us not to suspect anybody easily."
"No proof? What do you mean by no proof? " Solemnly, Aradeline threw a book to the red robe. "Have you not read 'Sorcerer's Hammer'?"
The red robe glanced at the cover and said calmly, "It is true that the Crazy Hound has abundant experience after he became an inquisitor from a night watcher. Many of his ideas and approaches are indeed suitable for places where sorcerers are rampant. However, Lord Aradeline, this is the northern area, one of the places where we first developed. It boasts the purest faith. The nobles are trustworthy and cannot be compared to Holm."
Aradeline glared at the red robe with fury in his eyes, almost accusing him of harboring the fallen and betraying the Lord. However, when he thought of the other similar things he saw in the northern province recently, he held back his fury and nodded. "In any case, we still need to ask more questions if they are suspicious in the future."
It was not until the red robe left that he narrowed his eyes gravely. Something was wrong with the northern province. He had to investigate it in secret.
… …
Another twenty years passed, and it was the end of the year 424 of the Saint Calendar.
Looking at the thick pile of materials before him, Aradeline's face was still solemn. The problems in the northern province were more serious than he had imagined. Many clerics and nobles had conspired to divide the wealth and indulge in indulgence. They had forgotten that sorcerers were not extinct yet, and that the war in the Dark Mountain Range had only consolidated the periphery. Also, they seemed to have different opinions about the doctrine!
Everything was obviously under the leadership of the upper class. All the clues pointed to the few level-nine red robes in this parish, who were big shots who guarded the major churches like himself.
In the past twenty years, Aradeline removed the obstacles bit by bit and found clues. Finally, he completed the preliminary investigation recently and decided to unveil the secrets.
According to the procedure, he had to report to Saint Felix, the Grand Cardinal of this parish, first.
He had never doubted Felix's loyalty. As a matter of fact, so far, none of the clerics had betrayed the Church. "Excommunication" and the existence of the true God made it impossible. Therefore, he only defined what happened here as indulgence in indulgence and not pious enough. A saint who had broken away from the basic desires would obviously not indulge in indulgence or be impious. Otherwise, the Lord wouldn't have granted him such magnificent power.
Picking up the materials, Aradeline reached the cathedral where Felix was through the transmission circle. After waiting for ten minutes, he was received by Felix.
"The problem is very serious." Felix flipped through the materials and read carefully for a long time before he made the judgment solemnly.
Aradeline nodded in agreement. "Yes, Lord Saint Felix. We must rectify it in time."
Looking at the closed door, Felix said to Aradeline, "You make a plan first. We'll discuss it later."
"Yes, my lord." After bowing, Aradeline walked to the door.
After only a few steps, he suddenly sensed the arrival of terrifying holy light. Then, his mind was slowed down.
Before he fell into eternal darkness, he struggled to turn his head and vaguely saw that Saint Felix had just put down his right hand with a mocking smile on his lips.
On December 21, 424, Aradeline, bishop of the Ice Cathedral in the northern province of the Schachran Empire, was ambushed by sorcerers who colluded with devils and unfortunately died. The Holy City was greatly shaken.
… …
In a place that looked like a theater, all the seats around the central platform were occupied.
"… Therefore, I believe that earth, fire, wind, and water cannot be equated to elements but should be regarded as separate forces …" Waving his arms, Oliver spoke to the people down below in high spirits.
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