"Seth!"

The black dragon turned his head to look, and the first thing he saw was Latinia who was approaching quickly, and it was obvious that there was something going on again - but she had no one to send, and every time she came to inform herself!

"What's the matter?" asked Cervantes as he lowered his head again and continued to stir the eggs in the bowl.

Today at noon, he was going to make egg fried rice, and since he had rice, he began to dislike bread, that kind of thing has no scalability at all, which is really a shame in the staple food world.

"There are signs of suspected demon believers in the territory of the Principality!"

As soon as the words fell, Latinia saw Cervantes suddenly turn her head to look at her, and then she remembered the nature of this black dragon, and hurriedly emphasized: "It's just 'suspicious', the local priest has notified the local army, they have sent someone to investigate, and there may be a result soon." ”

Hearing this, Cervantes withdrew his gaze.

After pouring the chopped green onion into the egg mixture and continuing to stir, the black dragon asked, "What does it have to do with the octopus's head?"

Latinia shook her head and said, "I don't know yet, there is no definite news yet, but it's just very likely." ”

Because similar incidents have recently occurred in the Kingdom of Kolo and other countries, and the people of the Ogordon Empire have discovered that those 'demon believers' have actually been brainwashed by the Mind Snatcher, so now that suspicious traces have been found in the principality, they naturally think of the octopus face.

Latinia didn't know much about the feud between Cervantes and the [Mind Master], but she had heard the Black Dragon mention it, because his mistakes led to the sacrifice of some brave knights and soldiers, and he still haunts it until now.

This has also led to the fact that he has now reined in a lot, and he is no longer as reckless as he was at the beginning.

When the Principality of Sorrowful Wind was still the 'Sad Wind Territory', cultists were rampant in the territory, and anyone could easily blend into the territory.

This led to the blood sacrifice of a village by the cultists of the Church of the Tyrannical God, and as a result, the tyrannical god descended by the gods was crushed by the enraged Cervantes and Serena - it was after Latinia received this news that she began to face the dukedom.

Then she investigated for a while, and she couldn't help but come and ask for 'refuge', but she didn't expect so many things to happen later.

"Don't let Grush know about this, or he will definitely make a request to go and kill the evil with his temperament......"

Cervantes flipped over the spatula and said in a deep voice: "If you want to deal with that octopus face, I'm going to go myself!"

Latinia can see that Cervantes' mood is not very good right now.

"Well, I'll let you know when I have news. Latinia nodded in agreement.

"Let's eat! That's all for noon today. ”

Dividing the egg fried rice in the pot into several bowls, Cervantes handed one of the bowls to Latinia, and then put the other bowls into a box, "I'll go see Sera and Edith." ”

Latinia stared blankly at the porcelain bowl she was holding, filled with rice grains wrapped in golden egg liquid, and she didn't even need to take a deep breath before the fragrance hit her nose.

She picked up the rice spoon and tried to take a bite, "...... It tastes pretty good!"

............

Ziegler sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand, but the tip of the pen did not touch the paper, his brow furrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The ideas in my head could not be presented on paper, obviously, there was still something missing!

The tip of the pen flicked over the paper, but Ziegler couldn't put it down, he didn't know what kind of number to write down.

He wanted to create a new spell, and since that was the case, he needed to calculate, and it would take a lot of calculations, even calculations that could not be completed in ten days.

However, it is difficult!

What exactly is the difference between 'electricity' and 'magic'?

Isn't it a little strange that electric energy can activate magic circles, but conversely, magic energy can't light electric lights or activate any electrical appliances?

Obviously, magic power is the superior energy source of electrical energy, and magic energy can be converted into electrical energy, but electric energy cannot be converted into magic energy, but why does this phenomenon occur?

Ziegler knew that there were many mages in this world who had tried to use low-level energy to reverse restore their 'magic power', but they all failed without exception.

The magic comes from the 'Sea of Chaos', where everything ends, and no one knows where it comes from, they just know that there is such a place.

It is the end of the River Styx and the place where the soul rests.

When a soul is broken and can no longer be reincarnated through the River Styx and the Underworld, then the broken soul will drift along the River Styx and flow into the Sea of Chaos.

There, soul fragments would reglue together into a new soul, and then re-enter the multiverse with the magic that pours out of the Sea of Chaos as a new life.

The magic that ordinary people can access is the product of the weakening and inertization of the crystal wall, and the magic that exists in the astral plane, that is, between the 'worlds', is even more violent, and they have many names - 'chaos magic', 'magic element', and 'essentia'.

These names all reflect a certain characteristic of the magic that is abundant in the astral plane, which is the foundation of the world, and the 'element' is also the same as the 'magic element', both of which come from the Sea of Chaos, but they are only differentiated when they enter the multiverse.

The elements constitute matter, and the magic element exists as the most basic energy, but in fact, the essence of matter is energy, so E=mc² should also be true in this world.

Of course, Ziegler did not want to ascend to the sky in one step, trying to bring the world directly into the 'age of nuclear energy', he just wanted to borrow this principle to reverse restore the 'magic'.

But there is no doubt that this is a very difficult thing to do.

In common sense, only the Sea of Chaos can produce magic, and no mortal, not even a god, can do such a thing.

But that's just that people don't know what 'magic' is, and they don't dare to make assumptions.

Why can't ordinary people touch magic? Obviously, magic exists in everything!

Why can spellcasters, or 'transcendents', use magic, and why? No one has ever understood.

Maybe someone tried to find out, but they all failed, otherwise they wouldn't have waited until now to think about it.

He made some assumptions in his head, but they were quickly rejected by him, and they didn't need to be on paper.

This is also the reason why he has been unable to put pen to paper for a long time - magic, what is it?

Obviously this thing is there, and all mages have an absolute curiosity about the unknown, but no one tries to decipher it.

They only learned through analysis that the soul is made up of magic, so it can affect magic, and it also contains magic.

The casting gesture is a hint that the runes originate from the elemental planes and gods, and that language and words have power as a result.

But why this is so, no one thinks.

If magic is not put in the highest position, then it is nothing.

Magic is just an energy, but what is energy and how many people have tried to understand it?

'Energy' means movement, and the movement of everything means energy.

Everything in the world is moving, so the world is full of energy, but it is difficult to perceive.

So there is magic in everything in the world, does it mean that magic is this 'power of movement of all things'?

If magic is such a thing, why is it that only the Sea of Chaos can create magic?

Utopia can't solve anything, so he needs to calculate!

At this moment, Ziegler finally put pen to paper, and he did not feel that he was closer to the truth, but farther from the truth.

But at least there was progress, not standing still, not regressing—just that he found himself roughly away from the truth.