Hunting College

　　 "I am not! I am not! You are talking nonsense!"

　　 After three consecutive denials, the black cat jumped up and flicked its tail, and then ran to the outskirts of the camp: "You are busy, I will patrol and patrol... Make sure there are no slugs or rabbit spirits to make trouble."

　　 He finally decided to stop doing nothing, lest he be brought to his door by real trouble.

　　 "Does this magic circle have a name?" Before jumping over the bushes, the black cat suddenly remembered what he had just neglected, and finally looked back at the busy witches and asked curiously.

　　 answered him, it was Colmar's busy back:

　　 "The key to lock Solomon."

　　……

　　 After the black cat disappeared into the bushes, the two witches finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you think that cat really knows you?" Kolma set up the mahogany runeboards in his arms one by one in the order on the drawing, and asked thoughtfully: "I always think it just 'S reaction was a little overdone."

　　 "Don't waste time, hurry up." Ilena interrupted Kolma, her tone a little annoyed.

　　 Kolma shrugged and did not continue to tease her companion.

　　 Soon, the basic rune array of the magic array was completed.

"It's much simpler than imagined." Irina, wearing a white mask, sprinkled the pot of graphite powder evenly on the base of the magic circle in a clepsydra, while whispering: "But I don't know why this kind of thing must Do it with your back."

　　 "It's a cat after all, different from us." Colmar replied in a relaxed tone: "Signing the silent contract is a last resort after all. In other aspects, the less it knows, the better."

While 　　 was talking, she took out a thick pile of parchment from her arms, shook it in the wind, and unfolded it.

On the parchment is the magic array drawing drawn with dragon blood ink. Because of the time, the original bright red dragon blood ink has turned dark purple, but this adds a bit of mystery to the entire magic array. .

"Before the cat comes back, we still have at least ten minutes to complete the installation of the base symbol plate." On the bridge of Kolma's nose, a monocle with a brass frame and a long slender copper chain were hung on the bridge of Kolma's nose. Connecting to the frame and ears, an elegant arc was drawn on her cheek.

Holding a fiery red quill in her hand, the tip of the pen was sliding down the notes on the edge of the parchment paper, as if to explain to Elena, and as if to mutter to herself: "The powerful magic wants To be transformed, a sacred space is needed. This space is the "Solomon Magic Array". It is received through the magic array, gathered, and finally transformed."

"According to the inference of the second theorem of magic mechanics, the entry of high-dimensional forces into low-dimensional space-time is a gradual process. When the magic circle is running, the energy fluctuations between the talisman circle must match, otherwise it will cause energy loss or magic flow. failure."

"Traditional magic arrays like to use marble as the base, and mithril and refined copper as the tools for transmitting magic power. But for our magic array, mithril is too expensive, and the magic transmission effect of refined copper is somewhat insufficient... and They prefer peat to marble."

　　 "So, what does this have to do with our use of graphite powder." Ilena sighed: "You always like this. You have no boundaries and no focus."

"Key point?" Colmar seemed to have just awakened from a dream, and her voice seemed a little hollow: "The point is that the graphite powder base perfectly combines the effects of peat and mithril-at least in this magic array, they The combined effect is not stronger than graphite powder."

　　 "This is really good news." The witch wearing a white mask used a brush to stun the graphite powder that had just been poured on the circle in the direction of the front line.

　　 Korma did not speak any more, and the camp fell into a strange silence for a while.

　　 I wonder if the laws of this small world are flawed, there is not even a small wind here. Silent woods, silent bushes, reptiles and hares driven away by black cats made this world more silent. The pale sun and moon coated the busy figures of the witches with a silver color, like a sculpture cured by time.

"You never told me where you got the magical array." After painting the last line, Irina stretched out and looked back at Colmar who was studying parchment notes. Suddenly he asked, "This is not something that a low-level wizard can get...Of course, if you mind, you don't have to answer this question."

　　 Kolma turned his face sideways and glanced at the witch wearing the white mask, her eyes a little hollow.

　　 After a long time, her spirit seemed to have receded from the boundless darkness, and her eyes regained a bit of energy.

　　 "No, of course I don't mind." The vice president of the Jiuyou College Student Union whispered, his voice a little hoarse: "Do you know Abdullah Al-Hassad?"

"That crazy Arab poet?" Irina frowned slightly: "He is not a good teacher... If I remember correctly, he is a descendant of Roboan, and has led the Babylonian Mages active in Arabia since the seventh century. The world is here. But now, besides the lunatic, does the Babylonian Mages have any other specialties?"

　　 The Gypsy Witch’s complaints are not mean, on the contrary, because the Gypsy Witches have a deep friendship with the Babylonian Mages in history, she also made some beautifications in the rhetoric.

In fact, the Babylonian Mages have long been deemed degraded by the Wizarding Council because of the wrong magic theory guidance. Their ancient magic, which is based on distorting beliefs and stealing power, was almost after the birth of the Dimensionist ~www.ltnovel.com~ Severed the inheritance.

　　Even a wizard who loves mysterious powers, no one wants to use magic at the cost of losing his mind.

　　 After all, people need reason, and the existence without reason is no longer a person of full meaning.

　　 "Abdullah Al-Hassad wrote a book "Al Ajif", which described in detail many indescribable existences in the depths of the starry sky, as well as the sects that believe in them and the mysterious rituals to communicate with them."

　　 Kolma whispered, fingers brushing the edge of the parchment, the page trembling slightly, like a trembling insect's wings in a thunderstorm:

　　 "When I was reading in the library, I found several broken pages of "Al Ajif" from the interlayer of the title page of an ancient book, including this parchment."

　　 "According to the coat of arms on the broken pages, it can be judged that this magic circle is the product of the secret ritual in Al Agif modified by Dr. John Dee, the great wizard in the 16th century."

　　 "As you said, crazy Arab poets are indeed untrustworthy. But Dr. John Dee, I still believe it."

　　 After listening to Colmar's explanation, Elena stared at her for a long time.

　　 "You are such a lunatic." She whispered, and suddenly she didn't know what she thought of, and chuckled twice: "I'm almost the same."

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