The smooth sailing along the way made Karthas arrogant, and it is no wonder that the old wizard sensed the fluctuation of mana and tracked his whereabouts for such an important magical ritual without any masking spells in advance.

"If you know my identity, why didn't you inform those wizard friends and call me here so hard?" Karthas finally asked the biggest question in his mind.

"Fellow wizards? Haha......" The old wizard seemed to hear the funniest joke, and even leaned back and laughed: "If you really want to talk about it, my identity is not necessarily more noble than your identity as an intruder." When those guys hear my name, they're afraid they'll scramble to take my head and burn my research. Are they my buddies? ……”

Karthas swallowed dryly and spread his hands wordlessly.

Got it, really got it. It turns out that this old wizard in front of him is a heretic that can appear in every plane!

In fact, the so-called heretics are imposed by the ruling class that occupies the main body of the dimensional world, and it would be more accurate to call them free researchers or crazy scholars.

Seriously, in fact, they are the scholars who really believe that "knowledge is a qiē". They may not have paid much attention to the honing of various spell-casting techniques, nor the convergence of supernatural powers, but instead had the greatest interest in the source of power that caused this qiē.

So in the kingdom of the gods, they are heretics, heretics, and even more hateful than the unbelievers, and in the Klein continent, they have another name, Arcane Scholars.

Arcane scholars are committed to elevating the study of magic to the level of a discipline, and they are not interested in developing new spells and mining spells for their special uses, but rather strive to understand the basic processes of spell formation and the inner workings of spell models, which are the basis of all magical construction.

According to legend, the reason why the Arcane Empire was able to produce so many magical items that crossed the limits of the imagination of later generations was related to the emergence of a large number of Arcane scholars. The early days of the Arcane Empire were a time of great innovation!

Having learned this part of the information from the Arcane Empire materials compiled by the Lord of the Graveyard early on, Karthas instantly understood the situation of the old wizard in front of him. As rare prophets and foreseeers in the plane, the existence of these guys is to pry the roots of the gods, and of course they will be excluded and attacked by all believers.

I have to, the god of wizards is still very tolerant, and he can tolerate the calm death of such a heretic! In the kingdom of other gods, all the pagans would have been burned to death.

Somehow, the same situation made two beings from different planes resonate in some way. So, the two spellcasters who had found a common language got together with great interest and began to exchange topics and knowledge that they were interested in.

Although the old wizard came from a second-class main plane, hundreds of years of in-depth study of the original origin of witchcraft still gave him a deeper understanding of magic and dialysed its basic principles. As an expert in the art of supermagic, the old wizard casts a sorcery that is more powerful, lasts longer, and can be cast more quickly than his or her equivalent caster. Therefore, in this kind of exchange, Karthus's supermagic skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

It was only one night of communication that allowed Karthas to gain an increase in the rank of Spell Analysis. And his contribution is only the plane geometry theory and advanced magic mathematics common to the Klein continent. For this kind of magic theory that only knows but does not know the reason for it, out of respect for the old wizard, Karthas still meticulously explained and analyzed it in detail, and combined with his own personal experience across multiple planes, he expounded the basic principles of plane tectonics.

These precious systems of knowledge of the Klein Plane were thousands of years ahead of the wizarding world, and it stands to reason that they should not be taught so lightly to this potential enemy of the plain taste. Sensing the flame of life in the old wizard's body, even a selfish utilitarian like Karthas rarely gave up any selfish distractions, and gave up all the magical knowledge and concepts at the bottom of his box.

Speaking carefully and listening reverently, just like a pair of teachers and apprentices preaching and teaching, the two of them kept asking and answering, and completely sketched a basic architecture model and operating principle of the material plane in this simple and dilapidated wooden house.

Both were immersed in this preaching-like frenzy, oblivious to the passage of time. As the eastern sky grew white, Karthas stopped his gushing teachings, and his complicated gaze was silent for a long time on the motionless old wizard, as if he had fallen into deep thought......

At that moment, the old wizard who had lasted all night finally came to the end of his life, and on the eve of the dawn, he passed away peacefully.

Karthas stretched out his hand and gently closed the old wizard's eyes, and at this moment, the dragon lich, who had killed countless people and was regarded as a fierce demon by the world, even began to tremble.

For the first time, and probably the only time in his life, he developed a certain respect and identification with the fragile short-lived species of humans. Compared with the wanton squandering of life by the immortal species, this short-lived bloom of life is more brilliant and vivid, and it is also more evocative.

Karthas quietly left the old wizard's secluded hut, not touching a single book or paper inside. Even as he was leaving, he respectfully closed the broken wooden door. In his heart, he may also hope that when the next visitor pushes open this wooden door, he will be able to find the most precious treasure of this plane - knowledge!

That morning, Karthas left Maple Grove in a carriage, away from the place he remembered so much in a sparkling sound.

Next stop, Köthlingburg.

……

The sky is clear.

Outside the thatched hut, there were all sorts of noises, but the harshest of them was the loud sound of Enmir kicking through the gate.

Nmir was only 11 years old this year, but he was just as strong and sturdy, almost as tall and burly as an adult. Every morning, he would wake up the occupants with this mischievous brutality.

"Hurry up...... You give me a quick out. Damn wild girl, why don't you go and fetch water and cook, you want to starve me to death? ”

If he hadn't been afraid of being smoked to death by the suffocating rotten breath in the grass hut, he would have rushed in and dragged the lazy "cousin" out and beat him up. No matter how much dust Serra smeared on her face, her well-proportioned and slender figure still made Enmir salivate. If it weren't for the damn dad who kept saying that he was not allowed to play with women before he was 1 year old, I'm afraid Enmir would have been unable to help but do it.

"In 1 year, I'll be 1 year old. Then you will be able to ...... herself," and the perverted wickedness of a pervert flashed on Enmir's brutal face, "but be sure to give her a good bath before playing...... By the way, we have to find a way to kill that nasty John. He always seems to come to this Sierra secretly, and he can't let him ruin his own good deeds! ”

The thatched hut shook violently, and in the creaking and squeaking sound, it seemed as if it would suddenly fall over in the next moment.

Seira's consciousness wandered in a noisy and terrifying world, where the sound of chirping and devouring everything was everywhere, and there was a strange and inexplicable power surging in her body, which was impregnated with countless terrifying lives. That's right, it's these tiny lifeforms that Syla fears the most!

Although Sera had lost consciousness during the magic ritual last night, her innate tenacity and the natural awe of the life race for the destruction of the miè species had made her retain some vague memories of the strange things in the second half of the ritual.

So, she ignorantly knew that there were some bad things in her body. But what those things were, she didn't know!

The storm of dust caused by the violent shaking of the hut choked Saila and she coughed violently, and she sat up from the damp and cold ground, her hand touching her forehead and screaming.

Hearing the movement inside, Enmir's movements became more and more violent, and the broken gate was already tilted inward, revealing the figure of Saila sitting in confusion in the grass hut.

"Damn stinky woman, hurry up and fetch water to cook, if I can't eat a steaming breakfast in a quarter of an hour, you'll have to wait for a whip!"

After waving his fists and intimidating him, Enmir turned and stung back to the hut contentedly, leaving poor Cera, who had just broken free from the world of terror.

After a moment's hesitation, Seira barely stood up on the ground.

The midnight nightmare that had been convinced a moment ago was defeated by the unforgiving reality in an instant, and Saira quickly dismissed the nightmare as a nightmare, and shook her head and left it behind.

After grabbing a few handfuls of unhulled oats in the cloth pocket and swallowing them wildly, Saira shook her thin body and walked out of the grass hut.

Before it was daylight, Sera finally filled the huge water tank and began to make breakfast for the pigeon's family. Although she guarded the bread, grilled sausages, and bacon, she couldn't taste half of it. Even with all this hard work, it is still difficult to satisfy some people. Therefore, when Aunt Anknae, who had a hideous face and a thick waist like a water tank, rushed to her side with heavy footsteps that shook the ground and shook the mountains, and there was a severe beating, and Seira could only hold her head and curl up in the corner and shiver.

It's just strange that today's beating is much gentler than in the past, and the fists and sticks that fell on the back of the shoulders were not as painful as expected, and even caused Sera's illusion for a while, and she looked up at the furious aunt in shock.

It was this glance that sparked Aunt Anknay's furious fury. Of course, her son and husband couldn't hide their devotion to her, and in order to defend their family status, she wished that she would have killed this eye-catching man who should have gone with her father a long time ago.

A rough wooden stick with a lot of burrs hit Seira's forehead, and the sinuous blood line instantly flowed down Qingli's face. The blood even splashed into Aunt Anknai's bloody mouth, causing her to vomit several times.

As if she had been beaten, Sera was still looking around in confusion and sluggishness, reaching out and dipping her hand in the bubbling dark red blood, and looked at it strangely in front of her.

It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore.

In her confused perception, the pain was rapidly subsiding, replaced by a burning hunger. Even looking at Aunt Anknai's stout arms waving in front of her eyes, she felt the urge to take a bite.

What's wrong with me?

Saira thought helplessly and confused!

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