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Chapter 57 Civilization Miracles, and Orders
Chapter 57 Miracles of Civilization, and Orders

"Hello."

At this time, Wendell was not as crazy and messy as Iris when he first met him. His eyes were clear, his face was kind, and his body carried a vague bookish air. Anyone who looked at him would think that he would be an excellent scholar.

It's just that his next speech surprised Iris slightly.

"If you hope to get something from me that can be profitable immediately, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Wendell sighed faintly, his eyes far away, "I originally wanted to keep the greatest spell in my life in the So, but when I recorded the video, that technique was only a half-finished product."

"If there is enough time, I think I have the hope of perfecting it successfully, but the flames of war in the distance have already been ignited, so I probably won't be able to make it in time."

"It was a flame that could burn the continent under our feet to ashes. Although the flowers are far away, they are not isolated from the outside world. Sooner or later, the flowers will melt under the scorching heat."

"We're running out of time."

"So, although I have left images here, I cannot provide you with knowledge and help like other people." But Wendle paused and continued, "If you are willing to take over my unfinished spell, And succeeded in perfecting it.”

"At that time, a magician who possesses the 'Miracle of Civilization' will once again appear on this continent."

"Miracle of civilization?!"

Iris and Linton exclaimed almost simultaneously in different spaces.

There are usually seven levels in the classification of magic and martial arts.

Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Epic, and Legendary.

Although it is the rank of the bad street, but it still has some background.

Needless to say, from black iron to platinum, they are graded according to the rarity of common substances in nature, but starting from the epic, it is different.

Epics, literally speaking, are poems and ballads that narrate heroic legends or major historical worlds, created by human beings.

The epic stories were passed on orally, more or less mixed with some artistic processing, and finally compiled together and evolved into legends.

And is there a level above the legend?
of course!

Before the epic, it was a material generated by nature, but itself and after it, it is a glorious hymn forever chanted by the history written by human beings.

The stories of human heroes are compiled into epics, and epics have a long history and form legends.

And all kinds of legends have been condensed, integrated, and recorded by generations of people, and people in later generations will call them "the legends".
--civilization.

If a certain kind of magic or an item has reached the level of civilization, then it definitely transcends the rules of the world to varying degrees, and there will be no side effects.

Because that is the reward given by the gods to the hardworking and intelligent human beings.

It is the only one in the world, a man-made miracle.

It is a pity that the magic or items of the "civilization" level appear very few times on the entire Calvi continent, and the number of recorded appearances can be counted without the need for human hands, horseshoes.

Under such temptation, who can not be tempted?

Iris pursed her dry lips and asked, "Excuse me, how can we help you?"

"Don't be too happy, junior." Wendell smiled, "Although it is only half a step away, the half-step distance is not an exaggeration from the bottom of the abyss to the kingdom of God in the sky."

"Before it's completed, the level of this spell is not too high, probably between gold and platinum. And I don't recommend you to learn it rashly, because the side effects are so great that even I can't bear it."

"So, what's your decision?"

Miss Doll did not hesitate, and immediately said: "We will try our best to fulfill your wish."

【? ? ? 】

【Why are you replying so quickly?Why not ask what the side effects are? 】

"It's okay, I'll try it for you first, and I'll take care of it."

"That is a civilization-level existence, and it must not be missed."

Iris said in her mind very grandly, but it was strange that Linton seemed to disappear and did not reply to her.

It was Wendell who said to her with a helpless expression, "Okay."

With a light tap of his fingertips, he used starlight as a pen to draw a hazy map with three brightest spots on it.

"My spell workshop is in the college, but I don't know how many years it took you to find me, an old man, so this map is somewhat useful."

"These three light spots, the college library at the bottom, and the 'Crixon' in the middle, in my opinion, it is impossible to relocate these two places no matter how long it takes, so using them as orientation points is a very good choice , so the remaining one is the location of the spell workshop."

"So."

The most powerful summoner in the flowery kingdom suddenly bowed slightly, facing a junior.

"Thank you. And, please."

"Pass down my technique."

"How does it feel?"

"Fortunately."

In the lounge, Iris rubbed her head, looked left and right: "Where's Weier?"

"She's busy." Linton picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "After all, she has a job, so she can't stay with us two vagrants all the time."

"Oh." The puppet lady sat across from him, picking up tons of cups without any image.

In fact, she is not thirsty, nor does she have to drink a certain amount of water every day like ordinary people, but she always feels inexplicably uncomfortable when she is in the same room with Linton and no one else is present.

If she didn't find something for herself to do, she probably wouldn't even know where to put her hands.

"Take a break, shall we go to Wendell's spell workshop?" Miss Doll cast a questioning look at Linton.

It was also at this time that she found that Linton was staring at her closely, and there was something wrong with his eyes.

Iris inexplicably felt that the man's emotions seemed a little strange, as if he had some opinion on her, but she couldn't read minds, so she couldn't tell what Linton was thinking.

"What’s wrong with you."

"It's nothing, I'm just sorting out what happened in the sea of ​​consciousness." Linton retracted his gaze, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was low, "Take a good rest."

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Intuition made Iris stop asking.

After a short rest, the two went back on the road.

"I'll lead the way."

Iris, who volunteered, walked in front, as if she was afraid of embarrassment in the air, she also tried to find some topics.

"Tell me, what will Master Wendell's technique look like?"

Linton's interest was still not high, and he said casually, "How would I know."

"Guess, aren't you good at guessing?"

"First of all, that's called analysis. Secondly, the analysis is based on the possession of intelligence. Apart from knowing that there is a person like Wendell who is a very powerful summoner, what else do we know?"

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Facts have proved that Miss Puppet is quite reliable as an object of conversation, but it really cannot be the initiator of the topic.

Especially when the other party is a necromancer who ate her to death.

"However, although I can't analyze what Wendell's technique is, but..." Linton looked at the girl's delicate side face with delicate eyes, "If my judgment is correct, we should have gone the wrong way."

"Ah?!" Iris retorted subconsciously, "How can it be?"

Her words were only half spoken, because she saw the majestic academy gate in front of her.

Miss Doll looked at Linton resentfully: "Why didn't you remind me?"

"Because I want to see you embarrassing?"

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"Just kidding." All Linton's emotions disappeared in an instant.

He suddenly laughed, "I just think, you won't listen to me, what's the use of talking."

Iris was taken aback, her slender fingertips clenched tightly under the suddenly solemn atmosphere.

"What did you say?"

However, Linton did not respond to her question, but instead asked: "Do you remember what I told you when I killed Wendell?"

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"Since I met you, you have performed perfectly and desperately every task I gave you."

"Whether it's killing Wendell regardless of the consequences, whether it's going deep into the sea of ​​consciousness this time, or trying to suffer the side effects alone, you seem to be doing everything as if it's the last thing in your life."

"this is not good."

For the first time, Linton's gaze at Iris was no longer gentle, but full of majesty that made the skin hurt.

"I hope that no matter what the reason is, you are not allowed to exchange your life for the result."

"If you can't accept it, then this is no longer an advice, nor a request, but"

"--Order."

(End of this chapter)