Carmel writhed a little awkwardly. The rune armor that floated in the air made a subtle collision with his movements. However, the strange feeling came quickly, not waiting for him. Understand what happened, everything seems to have returned to normal.

To be honest, Carmel has not had this "feeling" for many years. Since he lost the human form, he has lost most of human perception. Instead, he uses magic to detect the ability of the surroundings. He even I am not sure if I have felt that it is such a "itch" that it is so far away that he has been far away from the point where he only vaguely retains such an impression. He was even scared when this feeling suddenly appeared. Jumping, I thought that something was wrong with my body.

Jenny in front of him looked quite worried: "Master Carmel, you really... no problem?"

"It's okay, it should be a little bit uncomfortable after coming to a new magical environment. I can adjust my energy flow back," Carmel said, and manipulated the magic to make those tables full of formulas. And the manuscript paper of the calculation process floated around him, and his voice was amazed and surprised. "I still can't believe it... you can sum up these things..."

"Not just me, but Mr. Ravenkes, Mr. Wild Master, they laid the foundation, I just made a summary," Jenny corrected very seriously, and she dared to look directly at Carmel’s head. The two arcs of arcane sparks, "The lord once said a word: the truth of the world should tend to be concise and clear, and exploring the truth is the gift of every god. The magical talent of man should not be the shackle of restraint thinking... ”

"What is the shackle of thinking..." Carmel indulged, thoughtfully, "Everyone has the right to think. This is a phrase that the sorcerers often hang on their lips, but few people will really It extends to everyone, and we are used to the fact that only magicians are qualified to explore the truth, so that almost forgetting... ordinary people will also think."

He looked around at the manuscript paper floating around him, and at the same time he could not help but emerge the magical organs that he had seen in the mechanical manufacturing institute. He thought of the "mortal" who operated the magical organs and even designed the magical organs as a delta of magic. For many years, I have seen the ancient magician who had just married the magical civilization. Of course, he can realize what these things mean.

Even ordinary people who do not have the slightest magical talent, as long as they have enough knowledge, can control the power of magic not only can be used, but also can be researched and invented to promote the development of technology.

Kamal is a researcher, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything about social development. He can imagine how these technologies will affect human civilization, and what makes him at a loss is that he doesn't know. This effect is good or bad.

"Noble magic, is it just a tool in the end..." He couldn't help but talk to himself.

"Magic is not noble, it's just a power," Jenny immediately retorted, but when she finished, she narrowed her neck. "This is what the lord said..."

However, the envisioned scene of the "Ancient Magister's wrath" did not appear. Carmel just made a series of hoarse laughter: "Do you seem to admire your lord?"

“The lord is a great man,” Jenny whispered. “He is farther than all of us, and it’s all...”

"If he believes that this is good for humanity, then I will support him. After all, I have sworn allegiance," Carmel chuckled, putting the manuscripts neatly on the table and turning around. To Jenny, "Can I bring a manuscript back to study? I am very interested in these things..."

"Of course!" Jenny nodded and nodded, and was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to be interested in these things... I thought that a big magician like you would be angry after seeing this kind of thing, After all... It’s a deviant act to treat mysterious magic as a tool to many magicians, and my mentor almost killed me.”

"Is it a deviant...maybe it is," Cameer whispered softly. "But do you know what I did for the past?"

Jenny shook her head honestly: "I don't know."

“I have done more deviant things,” Kamal said faintly. “We are all... We are the most deviant researchers selected by thousands of people, so the things you are studying are for me. Words are nothing at all, I am happy to study them with you."

Jenny bowed her head with joy: "Master Carmel, this is my pleasure."

"In this field, you are a master," Carmel is very modest in this respect. "A lot of what I have learned is not applicable in this era. It is necessary to learn again. On the academic road, honor only Be a capable person... eh?"

"Master Carmel?"

"Nothing, I tickle it..." Carmel twisted his body awkwardly and suddenly turned to a certain direction. In the short moment, he finally sensed the magical fluctuations that caused him to "itch". From what direction, "Where is that?"

"There? There are basically residential areas and warehouses over there..." Jenny groaned. "Oh, but there is a magic lab at the end of the street, Ms. Herti. She should be doing experiments in the lab now. ""

"Magic experiment?" Carmel's tone is curious, "interesting... I have to take a look."

......

In the ruined fortress of the shadow world, the material handling work has come to an end.

Most of the useful samples and ancient equipment were packed in boxes and transported to the current world's fort through the magic gates. Most of the large equipment that could not be transported was connected to the main body of the building or was clearly harmful and unsuitable for transport. Contaminants in outer space, and as the handling work is coming to an end, the fortress facility is gradually returning to calm.

Pittman stood on the top floor of the rebellious fortress, and the heavy wall was opened. Through the translucent "protective barrier", he quietly looked at the chaotic and broken world outside the barrier, watching the floating The white giant deer between the large pieces of gravel and metal wreckage.

The soldiers who came and went occasionally looked at the old druid with curiosity. They were surprised that the old man who was never serious in this plain would have such a deep and solemn appearance, but no one came to pick them up and they were still busy finishing the final. Work to leave this weird place as soon as possible.

Some soldiers will also curiously look at the body of the giant deer Amoen outside the protective barrier, but they also did not bet too much on this huge biological corpse. Only a few people know the truth of this white giant deer, and the insider has already After being sealed, ordinary soldiers are now unclear how amazing the secrets are buried in this fort. About this fortress, they get a saying that is only an ancient research base for studying ancient powerful creatures, but floating in different spaces. It is easier to accept that the white giant deer is a monster that has been dead for many years. It is easier to accept that this place is a slice for God.

But Pitman knew the truth of the white giant deer. Gao Wen told him about the "rebellious" fortress and the ruined fortress. Even if Gao Wen did not say that he saw the giant deer Amoen, Pittman can also understand what this is.

He has been standing here for a long time, so long watching the remains of the **** of nature, the wrinkled face is tight, can not see any emotional changes, but also can not guess what is in his mind, Until one person around him was gone, he sighed softly: "It’s really dead..."

Then he silently took out silver discs, oak flakes, blessed twigs and acorns from his arms, and used them to build a small altar in front of the wall. He lit the oak flakes in the middle of the altar. Sprinkle a layer of pollen on the small flame, his movements are meticulous, just as the druids who passed down the 3,000 years ago are precise and capable.

There are very few Druids in the world who can still master such a complete ritual movement.

However, the flame in the center of the altar was only quietly burning, and gradually extinguished as the fuel was exhausted. The **** of nature was in front of the eyes, but the altar could not evoke even a trace of miracles.

Pittman didn't care about it. He just quietly completed this short but complete ritual, watching the things on the altar burned out completely by the flames, looking up at the white shimmering in the darkness. The giant deer corpse, he suddenly showed a smile:

"You are lying here, it seems that the **** of nature will never appear again."

After saying this, Pitman turned and left the place without nostalgia.

He passed through the rebellious fortress that had been evacuated, crossed the ancient fortress in the dark mountains, and took a long time to return to the territory. The giant sun has gradually subsided, and the huge sundial is like a golden crown. Covered by the forest on the west side, and in the dimly lit skylight, he saw a group of people walking away from the only church in town.

These should be civilians who have just finished praying, and they have a flat and light smile on their faces, and the sacred light priest like a madman stands in front of the church and watches the departure of the last prayers.

Wright has seen Pitman, who is approaching himself. This strange priest of the Holy Light began to greet him with a big voice: "Master! Come in and sit down? I still have some unfinished bread!" ”

The Holy Communion cakes issued by the Church of St. Light of Cecil, each made by the priest Wright, are firm and indestructible, and can be cut with gold and broken.

So I can never finish it.

Pittman thought about his teeth and stomach. He felt that as an elderly person, there was no need to challenge things that young people could not challenge. So he refused Wright's kindness, but he walked into the church.

"It’s rare that you can come over," Pastor Lai lighted the magical crystal lamp in the church and handed a glass of water to Pitman. "The whole territory is probably only the ones you came to church. At least the number of Miss Amber is more frequent than you." ""

Pitman subconsciously asked: "Is anything lost?"

Wright could smoothly follow the topic: "I have nothing to lose here, so Miss Amber has not come any more recently."

Pittman groaned and laughed silently. After a few laughs, he sighed softly: "Do you believe in it?"