"I'm not! I'm not!

After skillfully denying the three times, the black cat jumped up one by one, flicked its tail, and ran to the periphery of the camp: "You are busy, I will patrol and patrol...... Make sure there are no slugs or rabbit spirits to cause trouble. ”

He finally decided that he would no longer have nothing to do, lest he be approached by real trouble.

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

Answering him was Colmar's busy back:

"The key to lock the Loromon Gate. ”

......

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

"Do you think that cat really knows you? Colmar set up the mahogany rune in his arms one by one in the order on the drawing, and asked thoughtfully, "I always feel that it has just reacted a little too much." ”

"Don't waste time, be fast. Elena interrupted Colmar with some annoyance in her tone.

Colmar shrugged and didn't continue to tease her companion.

Soon, the basic runic array of the magic array was erected.

"It's so much easier than you think. Wearing a white mask, Elena sprinkled the jar of graphite powder evenly on the base of the magic circle with a colander, and complained in a low voice, "But I don't know why this kind of thing has to be done on its back." ”

"It's a cat after all, it's not like us. Colmar replied in a relaxed tone: "Signing the pact of silence is a last resort after all. Elsewhere, the less it knows, the better. ”

As she spoke, she pulled out a thick pile of parchment from her bosom and shook it in the wind, unfolding it.

The parchment is a magic array diagram drawn by dragon blood ink, because of the passage of time, the original bright red dragon blood ink has turned dark purple, but this adds a bit of mystery to the whole magic array diagram.

"We have at least ten minutes left to finish installing the base rune board before the cat returns. At some point, Colma had a brass-framed monocle hanging from the bridge of her nose, and the slender copper chain connected the frame to her ear, drawing an elegant arc on her cheek.

She held a fiery red quill in her hand, the tip of which was sliding a little down the annotation on the edge of the parchment, as if to explain to Yelena, and as if to mutter: "Powerful magic needs a sacred space to be transformed." This space is the 'Lockomon Magic Circle'. Through the magic array, it is connected, closed, and finally transformed. ”

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

"Traditional magic circles like to use marble as a base, and Mithril and refined copper as tools for magic transmission. However, for our magic array, Mithril is too expensive, and the magic transmission effect of refined copper is somewhat insufficient...... They prefer peat to marble. ”

"So, what does that have to do with the fact that we use graphite powder. Elena sighed: "You always like this, talking rambling and unfocused. ”

"The point?" Colmar's voice seemed to be hollow as if he had just woken up from a dream, "The point is that the base of the graphite powder perfectly combines the effects of peat and mythril - at least in this magic circle, they are no more combined than graphite powder. ”

"That's great news. The white-masked witch used her brush to blur the graphite powder that had just been poured on the circle in the direction of the circle.

Colmar didn't say anything more, and there was a strange silence in the camp.

I don't know if the laws of this small world are flawed, there is not even a small wind here. The silent woods, the silent bushes, the reptiles and hares driven away by the black cats make the world more and more silent. The pale sun and moon gilded the busy figures of the witches with a layer of silver, like a sculpture solidified by time.

"You haven't told me where you got that magic array diagram. After scribbling the last stretch, Elena stretched, glanced back at Colma, who was studying the parchment notes, and suddenly asked, "This is not something that a low-level wizard can get...... Of course, if you mind, you can leave this question unanswered. ”

Colma turned her face sideways and glanced at the white-masked witch with a somewhat hollow look in her eyes.

After a long time, her spirit seemed to have converged from the boundless darkness, and her eyes had regained some light.

"No, of course I don't mind. The vice president of the student union of Jiuyou Academy whispered, his voice a little hoarse: "Do you know Abdullah Al-Hasad?"

"The mad poet of Arabia?" Elena frowned slightly, "He's not a good mentor...... If I remember correctly, he was a descendant of Rehoboam, who had led the Babylonian mages in the Arab world since the seventh century AD. But now, apart from the madmen, does the Babylonian mage have any other specialties?"

The Gypsy Witch's complaint is not mean, on the contrary, because the Gypsy Witch Order has a deep historical friendship with the Babylonian Mage Order, she also makes some embellishments in her rhetoric.

In fact, due to the wrong guidance of magical theories, the Babylonian mages have long been deemed corrupt by the wizarding council, and their ancient magic, which is dominated by distorting beliefs and stealing powers, has almost been cut off after the birth of the Dimension Sect.

No one wants to use magic, even if they are fond of mystical powers.

After all, people need reason, and if they lose their reason, they can no longer be regarded as people in the complete sense.

Abdullah al-Hasad wrote a book called Al Ajif, which describes in detail the many unspeakable beings in the depths of the starry sky, as well as the mystical rituals of believing in their sects and communicating with them. ”

Colmar whispered, her fingers brushing the edge of the parchment, the pages trembling slightly, like the wings of a worm trembling in a thunderstorm:

"When I was reading in the library, I found several fragments of Al Ajiv in the middle of the title page of an ancient book, including this parchment. ”

"Based on the coat of arms on the fragment, it can be concluded that this magic circle is the product of the 16th-century great wizard Dr. John Dee's modification of the secret ritual in Al Ajf. ”

"Like you say, the mad poets of Arabia are really not to be trusted. But Dr. John Dee, I still believe it. ”

After listening to Colma's explanation, Yelena stared at her for a long time.

"You're such a lunatic. She whispered, suddenly didn't know what she thought, and laughed twice: "I'm pretty much the same." ”