"Kegori...... Richard muttered to himself, paused and said again, "Du...... Er Mon ......"

Shaking his head, Richard was a little puzzled, not knowing what it was.

Incantations?

Toponym?

Or is it that, from beginning to end, he guessed wrong, and it wasn't this way of decryption at all?

Because there are still three books missing, he has not been able to draw absolute conclusions in advance.

"Kegori...... Gu, Du ...... Richard ...... repeated it several times, his eyes flashed slightly, and he felt a little strange feeling in his heart, feeling as if he had seen and heard these words before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen or heard them.

It felt a little weird, very annoying, and Richard frowned.

After thinking about it for a long time, Richard didn't figure it out, and said loudly: "Okay, okay, this...... It will take some time to study the research ......"

......

Late at night to continue.

White Rock City, north of the city, slums.

In front of a wooden building, Alex, who had gone out of the city to worship his ancestors, walked back, looked up and saw that there was no light in the house, and breathed a sigh of relief. Stepping on the stairs erected outside the wooden building, I walked towards it.

Walking to the door of the house, Alex stuck to the wooden door, listened carefully for a long time, and made sure that there was no sound, so he pushed the door open little by little.

Pushing the door and walking in, Alex swept his eyes, and his heart suddenly became cold, followed by his legs and sore waist.

I saw that on the dining table in the living room, an oil lamp was lit, emitting a bean-sized light, faintly illuminating a woman's figure. The woman is lying on the dining table, probably because she has been waiting too long and has accidentally fallen asleep, but she will wake up at any moment.

"Goo-dong!"

Alex swallowed, regretting that he had come back too early and should have stayed in the cemetery until dawn. Just as she was about to turn around and close the door to leave, the woman lying on the table noticed something, raised her head, revealing the face of a woman with the charm of a, glanced at Alex, and her voice was a little lazy and complained: "Little Alex, why did you come back, I have been waiting for you for a night!"

"Uh, that...... Mrs. Amanda, it's like this......" Alex's eyes rolled quickly in his sockets, "Business is so good today, so ...... Came back a little late. ”

"Well, is that so? The woman stood up and walked towards Alex, with a little coquettishness in her mouth, "Business is too good, you have to pay attention to your body, what should you do if you are tired......?"

"Uh, that's ......"

"By the way, little Alex, you haven't eaten anything ......"

"I've eaten ......"

"Well, in this case, is that the strength to do some of the things you love......" The woman walked behind Alex and stuck to Alex's body, with a bit of charm.

"Uh, that's ......"

"Heh, I knew you were thinking. Well, little Alex, I'll be sure to satisfy you and let you have a fantastic night......"

"That Lady Amanda, actually...... Ah, Mrs. Amanda, you ...... I...... Woohoo......"

"What's the matter, why are you crying?" suddenly cried the woman.

"I, I, I...... I just suddenly missed my ancestors, and I was ashamed of him. My ancestors were such great captains, and now I'm just a fat merchant who can't do anything......"

“......”

......

Late night continues.

An underground vault.

On the long table, there was a silver candlestick, on which three thick candles were lit, because the burning time was too long, the wick was too protruding, and the flame was unstable.

Surati, a scholar in a black robe, sat at one end of the long table, the flickering flames shining on his face, looking uncertain.

On the high-backed leather chairs on both sides of the long table, there were many people sitting, all of whom did not dare to breathe at this time, looking down at the tabletop, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

For a long time, after a long time, the scholar Thorady spoke up and asked, "Vic, Harry, and Henry, haven't the three of them come back yet?"

The people sitting in high-backed leather chairs on either side of the table looked at each other, and one of them replied stubbornly, "Master, they have not returned yet." ”

"Whew-" Suradis exhaled, tilting his head slightly, and shouted, "Ken!"

"Brush!"

A cold figure appeared at Surrates' side: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"Hmm. Sauradis nodded, "Didn't you just say that you took someone to check on it and found something?" ”

"Yes. The young man named Ken nodded and spoke quickly, "Vic, Harry, and Henry, according to the instructions of the Council, took advantage of the darkness to investigate the suspicious target's residence we had locked. Try to figure out what is going on with the target, and if they can, they will get the book in their hand.

And they went and did not return for an hour beyond the scheduled time. After another hour, I personally took someone to check it out, and found that there were traces of fierce wizard-level battles in the courtyard of the target's residence, and there were some blood stains on the ground.

Although it is impossible to determine whether the three Vic were murdered, this should be the most likely. ”

"So, was it the target who found Vic and killed them?" asked Surrates.

"I'm afraid it's a little more complicated. Ken said, "There are many traces of spells that Vic can't release, and the target is gone, the courtyard rooms have been rummaged, and the books we want to get our hands on are completely gone." ”

"What do you think?" asked Surrates.

"I ......," Ken hesitated for a moment, then said, "Teacher, I think there may be someone other than ours who is interested in books, and that is why they killed the target, killed Vic, and took the books with them. ”

"......" Suracis was silent, as if thinking about something.

In the middle of the ring, Souladies looked at the people sitting in high-backed leather chairs on either side of the long table, and said in a loud voice: "What happened to the investigation that asked you to investigate that someone deliberately leaked the existence of our organization?"

"This ......" everyone looked at each other again, and the last unlucky ghost who was watched by Tharates replied helplessly, "Master, we have not made progress yet. ”

"Smack!" Suradis slapped the table with some anger, startling everyone.

Suradies spoke up: "Today's incident with Vic, as well as the previous leakage of our organization and the use of our organization's logo, must be strictly investigated and investigated! I now suspect that these two things are likely to be done by a group of people." ”

"This!" everyone was shocked, and the young man standing next to Surrates' eyes also flashed, not knowing why Surrates had such thoughts. Is it just a guess? Or is it some kind of hunch?

"Did you hear it all?" asked Suradians in a deep voice.

"Yes. Everyone shook and replied in unison.

"That's good, I hope you don't let me down again. Surates said, standing up, and walking towards the secret room, the young man Ken following closely.

The men who remained in the chamber breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Surrates leave, and then they looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

"These two things, could it be done by a group of people?"

"Who knows?"

"That's what the master said. ”

"But the question is how?"

"This ......"

......

On the eve of dawn, when the night is at its darkest.

Somen and Mu Coni slowly walked out of a courtyard in White Rock City and walked towards Yuanfang.

Behind them, in the crack of the courtyard door, there was a faint burning fire.

......

Dawn, the light of dawn shines through the horizon.

White boots, white pants, white clothes, white hats, and a snow-white Macbeth looked at the courtyard in front of him that was burned to ashes, shook his head slightly, and then whistled and sighed: "Tsk, okay, this kind of bad luck happened again!"

Standing next to Macbeth was a short wizard who was less than a meter and a half tall, looking at the ruins, his expression was a little solemn: "It's nothing if something happens, and there have been accidents from time to time before." But...... Something happened at this critical time, but it's a bit of a problem!

Now we are holding the East Coast Joint Exchange Conference, and it has only been this turn for more than ten years, and the constant accidents have caused us to lose the face of the White Stone Tower. That plague spell event at the academy before was bad enough, and now there's another one. Fortunately, this time I can hide it, but what about next time?"

"Anyway, Armstrong, do you think that these unfortunate things may have been caused by the wizarding organization that participated in the exchange meeting, and they wanted to deliberately cause trouble. Macbeth spoke up.

"Huh?" the wizard named Armstrong was slightly stunned after listening to Macbeth's words, and then shook his head, "Unlikely." ”

"Why?"

"If nothing else, let's talk about the academy plague spell incident. During the incident, each wizarding organization lost a lot of students, and all of them were uncomfortable. If it really is one of the wizarding organizations, then the price is too great, right? Moreover, once it is exposed, it will provoke all the wizarding organizations that participate in the exchange meeting, and they are not afraid of being united and eliminated?"

"Well, that makes sense. But...... What the hell is going on in front of you?" said Macbeth, taking a few steps forward, pointing to a strange pattern on a broken wall, "And what's going on with this pattern? This must be the second time it has appeared, right?"

"I guess......" Armstrong's eyes narrowed, "maybe it's some group of wizards who have been hiding in our White Rock City and are dissatisfied with us, trying to seize the opportunity to take a hit on us." This sign may be a representative of their organization. This is a provocation. ”

"In that case...... Do you have to tell the people above? ”

"I'm afraid they won't pay attention to it at all. ”

"Do your best. ”

"It's fine. ”

Macbeth and Armstrong strode into the distance, behind them, on the horizon, the sun had fully risen.

Sky...... Lit up......