At the same time.
In someone else's territory, Irin did not dare to stay for too long.
Confidence was a good thing, but if Irin did not take everyone seriously, then it was not confidence, but arrogance.
Other than having a higher Psionic Energy Value, more skills, and stronger abilities, Irin still had a long way to go compared to the veterans who had been at the top of the world rankings for many years.
The difference was in their foundation.
To be able to survive until now in the era of elimination, there were no weaklings.
Irin used his fastest speed to rush to the spot where Circia fell after being shot, but to his surprise, there was only a blood-stained cloak left on the ground. There was nothing else.
"She ran away?"
To be honest, Irin was a little surprised.
That female magician seemed to have really performed a large-scale escape magic in front of everyone and disappeared without a trace.
At the same time.
Cyberras hurried over.
The city was filled with chaotic noises.
Many soldiers began to move, and after a short period of chaos, they searched for Irin and the others in the streets and alleys of Red Hair City.
Irin, Cyberras, and the others were too conspicuous, and it was difficult to hide. So when Cyberras arrived, the two looked at each other, and without discussing or saying anything, they used their fastest speed to leave Munich before the encirclement was completed.
Half an hour later.
The few of them reunited on a small hill two kilometers outside of Munich.
Miriam sat on the ground, her ahoge drooping, and she looked a little down.
"It's not your fault."
Irin noticed Miriam's expression and comforted her, "Letting you guard there was our mutual decision."
In the city hall, after Irin threw out a basket of smoke grenades, everyone's vision was shrouded in the fog of war. Irin took the opportunity to send a message to Miriam, telling her to wait for Circia to come to them in a certain direction.
At that time, if the plan went smoothly, Irin and Miriam would form a two-pronged attack and block off Circia's escape route.
"Like I said, she's a magician with a very high rank."
Griffin added with a sullen face.
"Seems like you know quite a lot." Irin narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly as he looked at Griffin. "Since you know that she is an excellent magician, why didn't you tell me earlier what kind of magic she knows? Her means of escape should be the Endsworth family's displacement magic, right? This kind of magic is very niche, and very few people use it. Why didn't you tell me such important information? "
Irin remembered that something similar had been recorded in a magic book.
There was once a magician by the name of Darius Endsworth, who lived more than a thousand years ago. At that time, magic was on the decline, mysteries were gradually hidden, and science was on the rise. Under the guise of performing magic, Darius Enzworth openly released magic. At that time, he was a somewhat famous "wandering artist."
What he was most proficient in, and so far no one in the Clock Tower could surpass him in this aspect, was the Magic of Displacement.
According to an evaluation in a book, the scope, precision, and scale of his replacement magic had exceeded the concept of ordinary "magic" and almost reached the realm of "pseudo-magic".
Irin was at the scene and noticed the traces left behind by the magic.
If not, Irin might really think that the female magician used some kind of spatial teleportation apostle skill.
Of course, this possibility could not be completely ruled out.
Circia only avoided Irin's gaze for a few seconds. If it was only explained by magic, unless the other party's magic skills were really terrifying.
"Displacement magic?"
Seiberas frowned and looked at Griffin. From her expression, it seemed that Cyberras did not know about this either.
"'Mysteries should be hidden.'" Griffin knew that Irin's words meant that he was blaming her for hiding the information. She smiled coldly without any guilt and replied with a look, "I don't think you fully understand the meaning of this sentence."
"Please elaborate."
"This principle doesn't only apply to the Magician's code of conduct. For magicians themselves, it is also an iron law that has not changed for thousands of years. The essence of magic is mystery. Once the trick is exposed, the magic will become worthless. How to hide the essence of one's magic and ability is a compulsory course for every outstanding magician in the Clock Tower. The information we have is only that she is proficient in the magic seal 'Angel's Poem' from 'Erinsberg'. We don't know the magic that she purposely hid. "
Cyberras sighed softly. She lowered her head and bowed to Yi Lin in an apologetic manner. "What she meant was that the half-baked information was misleading to you. But no matter what, I am very sorry about this. "
Hearing this, Irin closed his eyes and no longer looked at Griffin with a kind gaze.
Cyberras was right.
To Yi Lin, uncertainties in the information were indeed misleading.
He thought about the short confrontation with Circia not long ago.
"Angel's Poem and Displacement magic. What we can confirm now is that she should be proficient in these two types of magic. "
A moment later, Irin said, "When she dodged my bullet, her movements were also somewhat unnatural. It gave me the feeling that at that moment, her nerve reactions were greatly improved in a short period of time." Irin looked at Cyberras. "If I remember correctly, strengthening magic is very taxing on the magician's body, right?"
Cyberras nodded. "Yes."
"Can an orthodox magician really be proficient in many types of magic?"
Cyberras replied, "If it's just dabbling, it's not strange. But it's very difficult to reach the level of 'proficiency.' Unless … "
"Unless what?"
Griffin looked at Irin in surprise.
She did not expect that Irin, a dabbler magician who had only recently become a magician, would be able to discuss academic issues with two experienced magicians without seeming so inexperienced. However, her surprise did not show on her face. Griffin looked away. When Cyberras hesitated, Griffin replied indifferently, "Humph. Unless she has more than one 'magic seal' on her."
"What about magic circuits?" Yi Lin frowned. "It's not strange that a magic seal can be obtained. After all, it can be obtained through gifts. However, a magician's magic circuit needs a long time to transform into something similar to an 'organ'. There are so many different kinds of magic seals on the same person. Is this possible in terms of technical theory? "
Cyberras was about to say something.
Griffin quickly said, "Actually, you're missing something."
As she spoke, Griffin took out a black bullet from the magazine at her waist.
She swiftly stuffed the bullet into the single-shot magazine, loaded it with a click, and fired at a rock beside her.
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, and the bullet sank into the innocent rock on the side of the road, sending up powder.
Griffin did not explain why she had fired at the side of the road for no reason. She pointed at the rock. "You'll understand when you see it."
Hearing that, Irin stepped forward silently. Three seconds later, he was surprised to find that the part of the rock that had been shot was turning into fine sand at a speed visible to the naked eye and sliding to the ground bit by bit.
"Magic?"
Irin could tell at a glance that this bullet was unusual.
Griffin raised her chin and explained, "This is a 'Disintegration Bullet' that I specially made. It's made with my hair as the raw material. Whether it's a living creature or an inanimate object, the moment it's shot, the corresponding 'Disintegration Magic' in the bullet can quickly disintegrate the 'links' on a microscopic level such as cells and molecules. Hehe. "
Griffin sneered. "Anyone who is shot by me will die from 'Disintegration.'"
Irin leisurely took out the blood-stained cloak and waved it in front of Griffin's eyes. "But she doesn't seem to be hurt at all."
Griffin was speechless.
At that moment, the short-legged girl felt as if there was a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in her throat. She wanted to spit it out, but she just could not spit it out.
Irin finally succeeded in rebuking the arrogant Griffin for once.
He felt much better now.
But at the same time, Irin also understood what Griffin was trying to say.
Other than the Angel's Poem, Displacement Magic, and Enhancement Magic, Circia was also proficient in another magic trick. This magic trick was enough to allow her to escape from Red Hair City unscathed even after being hit by Griffin's' Disintegration Bullet. '
"Once a magician starts to stir up trouble in his own territory, it's really tricky."
Irin understood that the technique of magic had its limitations. But Irin also did not deny that this technique had many tricks and was complicated and unpredictable. The magicians in the Clock Tower were not apostles, but once they were able to perform magic tricks, their combat power would not lose to high-level apostles. It was very terrifying.
After a short summary, Miriam pulled Irin's sleeve and remained silent.
"Hungry?"
Irin asked.
Miriam nodded vigorously.
Actually, she was not that hungry.
But now that she had nothing to do, she just wanted to eat.
Irin stared at the ahoge on Miriam's forehead and read her thoughts.
He lowered his head and looked at the inventory. During the few days on the ship, Irin had collected a lot of seafood through his skillful fishing. He skillfully set up a bonfire and barbecued seafood.
Coincidentally, after being busy for half a day, it was now time to eat.
Miriam was like an alarm clock. When it was time, she would take the initiative to remind him to eat. She was very considerate.
The best dishes often only required the simplest cooking method.
Irin was too lazy to spend so much effort this time. After barbecuing the seafood, he sprinkled cumin and Ling Brand spices and was done.
A light flashed on the dish. Oh, another attribute appeared.
But perhaps because Irin did not spend too much effort and put his soul into it, the attributes that appeared on the dish were all trivial. There was not much difference between having it and not having it.
The few of them gathered around the bonfire and happily ate the delicious seafood barbecued. Irin asked about Miriam and Red Hair.
Irin was now very familiar with the arrogant Knight King.
He also knew that she would tell him everything that she could not ask normally when the Knight King was eating. She would even take the initiative to fill in the gaps.
As expected.
Miriam, whose mouth was full of seafood juice, not only answered Red Hair's information, but she also took the initiative to become a chatterbox and talk about things related to this country.
After the arrival of the four towers, the strategies of the European countries were slightly different from those of Irin.
In Irin, in order to satisfy the summoning requirements, they screened out more talents who could be summoned. The five major families of the Z5 parliament decided to add martial arts classes and popularize ancient martial arts. They wanted to use this method to improve the physical fitness of all the citizens.
At the same time, they set up a "Special Group" to maintain peace and order on the surface. They tried their best to strangle all matters related to the towers out of the sight of the citizens.
But the European countries were different.
There were many ancient and mysterious forces in Europe, but these mysteries had always been hidden in daily life. But when the towers arrived, the first "apostle" with special skills appeared and walked into the eyes of the upper class politicians of the European countries.
As time passed, the countries were secretly cultivating high-level apostles. These apostles also became a "human-shaped nuclear bomb" in each country. They had a certain degree of deterrence. This was because the apostles' abilities were strange and difficult to guard against. Compared to magicians who needed to learn a lot of knowledge, pass it down from generation to generation, and have to be nurtured by their families, the growth of an apostle could be said to be "rapid". This kind of rapid growth expert quickly became the new favorite of the politicians. They were recruited with all kinds of benefits and high salaries.
No matter which country's politician, they did not want someone to suddenly appear in their room and stab them in the head while they were sleeping well.
It was because of the appearance of the apostles that the situation of many countries in Europe changed slightly.
What determined a country's right to speak was no longer technology, economy, or other obvious factors. Instead, it was the number of high-level apostles. This would largely determine a country's influence in Europe.
"For most of the politicians in Europe, their own lives are more important than the country?"
Irin thought for a moment and quickly understood the reason for this abnormal worldview.
Miriam had also mentioned that the red-haired man, Joe D. Solomon, had been a bodyguard of a certain politician before the national summons. He had served the politician well.
Irin had a rough understanding of the dark side of the apostle circle in this server.
After thinking for a moment, Irin remembered the moment when he confronted the red-haired man in the city hall not long ago.
"By the way, based on what you know, is there anyone who is especially good at hiding or assassination in your server? The kind that is very high on the list. "
Miriam finished most of the seafood on the barbecue grill and became more clear-headed. She was also curious as to why Irin suddenly brought this up.
"Forget it, it's nothing. I'm just curious. "
Irin's gaze quickly swept across Sybras and Griffin. He smiled and did not continue to dwell on this matter.
After eating and drinking, Circia, who they finally found, ran away again. Irin and the others lost their target.
Europe was too big, and no one knew where Circia would hide.
"Speaking of which, how did you guess that she was hiding in the city hall?"
Griffin remembered this matter and asked.
"Half of it was a deduction, and the other half was a guess. I just felt that since Circia lied to the red-haired man, the red-haired man would not be that stupid. With his strong personality, it was very likely that he would put Circia in a place where he could see her. Otherwise, he would not be at ease. At that time, he scared me a little, and I was more certain of this matter. "
"Also, at that time, I knew that he had hidden a lot of people in the city hall. I had no choice but to make the first move. Actually, I was forced. I had no choice. "
Irin finished.
Everyone, including Gu Tianqing, had a strange expression on their faces.
The more they understood this person, the more confused they were. How did he manage to explain this matter so perfectly in such a matter-of-fact and innocent tone?
Griffin's eyes widened. He felt that Irin's persona was very unbelievable.
"What do we do next?"
Sybras looked at Irin.
"Let's wait."
Irin skillfully skewered the fresh seafood on the bonfire. He squinted his eyes and smiled.
"If I'm not wrong, soon, someone will lead the way."
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