"The plague still came to Heidelberg. Fear enveloped the streets. Even the authorities could not cover up all the gossip. At every street corner, people began to hear stories about aberrations, ratmen, and big rats with crazy eyes, These things bring death and disease to everyone they meet. "

"But for me, there are other troubles, such as the smelted magic sword, when it still exists, it gave me a lot of help, but when it disappeared, it brought me some Trouble. Of course, I do n’t regret choosing to smelt it. After all, the cost of transforming and repairing other things far exceeded my expectations. The material of the sword reduced a lot of time and money for me. "

"Of course, those are just some troubles compared to others. Just like this plague, it made me realize that there are too many things in this world that can take my life. It is far more than war, sword or magic."

"When I was younger, initially for life, and then for revenge, I spent too much time studying magic in the Daknas language family. Focusing on those seemingly powerful or deadly spells. These spells The side effects have started to be reported back to me with age. At first, I did n’t care, because this is my choice, and I have no regrets. "

"But with my sacrificial knife damaged, I can no longer cast spells through the sacrificial knife. After experiencing the period of pain and the withdrawal of magic, I feel that I have become healthier. Of course, this period is really not A comfortable period, but now I do feel that my face is more ruddy, my body is stronger, and I am more agile. These all benefit from not being subjected to magical baptism and the loss of spells. "

"As a spellcaster, the magic power penetrates into my bone marrow, making me obsessed with it and addicted to it as if poisoned by it. Unable to use it is like quitting some addictive drugs, feeling uncomfortable from the heart. But experience After everything, I ca n’t help thinking, what is the essence of magic? Magic is different for every race and individual in this world. Even the same spell cast by every caster has different."

"What is the reason for this difference? As an unsatisfactory magic researcher, I can understand that magic is not like building blocks or arranging and combining numbers. There is no real rule to follow. My companions and I have gone through most of the same courses, and are somewhat different in what we are interested in, but each of us of the same background has different spells. Even the simplest spells at the lowest level, we Everyone ’s effects are not exactly the same when they are released, let alone someone ca n’t use certain spells at all. "

"As a magic researcher, I firmly believe that there must be something, a certain law or some theory in it. But as a magic researcher, I can't find any clues to prove the existence of such a thing. In my opinion The magic closest to a certain rule is the dwarf ’s rune spells. Each of their runes represents a certain characteristic. When they are used, they will have a specific effect. But even me and another person, Using the same rune and releasing the same spell, this spell will still produce subtle differences, not to mention the other side effects it may have, or the problem that some people cannot use the same rune at all. "

"As a researcher who thinks I'm sufficiently rational, all this bothers me. The Daques spells I use are even more bizarre, even if two people use the same spells and spellcasting materials, the magical effects displayed are even completely different."

"Taking my most commonly used hair spell as an example, I can easily control the hair growth as a casting material to become a thick enough rope. But my apprentices, several apprentices who unfortunately use the same spell have different effects. There are various kinds. One of the casting materials pierces the body and covers the whole body along the blood vessels. The ending is of course death. The other is that the casting material has not moved, but the whole body hair grows madly and consumes the flesh and blood of the body. Hair even penetrates deep into the bones of the body. "

"With these failed experiments, I dare not easily teach my spells. But for other apprentices, they can easily use their own spells. This has to be said to be very puzzling. And I think The most successful apprentice I taught, Morris, was more like learning enough knowledge, and eventually some kind of change took place before he became a spellcaster. But just like the knowledge he received, his spells were almost all These are the spells taught by the Marnus Imperial Academy of Magic. "

"This can't help but make me think, besides being related to the spells that a caster can release, is it related to the knowledge learned, and is it related to his own experience? If you take all of this as a whole, A person ’s knowledge, experience, own characteristics, and even his personality ultimately determine what kind of spell this person can have the ability to release. Then all this seems to be the answer. The spells of my companions in the Black Tower seem to everyone It ’s all about their own experience and personality. "

"And what ultimately made them casters is something mysterious. Something that I can understand but can't dictate. I guess this may be the final discovery of magical research by many great masters. Things that are felt by the individual and cannot be written or calculated. A thing that can only be discovered by one person, other people cannot really help him become a caster. "

"That ’s all I thought about during this time. I still look forward to finding someone, or the reason why intelligent creatures can use magic. But I have this ... at least for now I am still doubting whether I can find this. attitude."

"Well, I can now reveal some of the sinister truth behind the rumors about Heidelberg City."

——From "Bai En Diary", Volume Five

"Bai En, you are going to enter the upper class these days," said the owner of the tavern Heinz, grinning uncomfortably at Bai En.

"What do you mean?" Bai En, who was leaning on a chair and writing a diary, looked up and asked.

"This was sent when you were away." He handed Bai En a sealed letter. "This was sent by a noble male servant, he was wearing the uniform of the Countess Emmanuel outside, and several city guards accompanied him."

Suddenly, a feeling of nausea grabbed Bai En's stomach, but his heart seemed to stop. His eyes quickly glanced at the door to make sure he had a clear path to go. It seems that his past finally caught up with him. He quickly reviewed all the things the authorities might want him to do.

The Marnudi Empire authorities may be offering a reward for the heads of him and Grey Logan because they were involved in the riots in Fredericksburg, even if it was the demon woman warrior; they also killed the Earl of Hosga Of course, this is actually a werewolf. He also murdered the Countess ’s secret police chief Fritz von Hallstatt, well, it was indeed done by him. Not to mention that they also participated in the razing of her new engineering school.

Is very good, well done, Bai Enxin said. Even if it does not count the crimes that wronged him, the crimes committed in Heidelberg alone are not just the easy way to hang him. Even if there was a hint of possibility, the countess was so compassionate that he survived, and he did not want to spend his life in the iron prison.

How did they find him? Are they recognized by one of the hundreds of whistleblowers pouring into the city? Or is it another matter entirely? Where is Guerrerogan? If they move fast enough, maybe they can still Escape the trap. Returning to Fatalin now looks wonderful. He prayed that Falheim would not have left so quickly.

"Then you are not going to read it?" Heinz asked, his naked curiosity in his eyes. Bai En shook his head, his illusions were shattered. He realized that his heart was beating wildly and his palm was sweating. Noting that Heinz looked at his eyes, he realized that he must now seem to have committed a crime. He controlled his expression and told himself that he had done the same thing countless times in the Black Tower, and then grinned reluctantly.

"What to read?"

"Damn letter, idiot. You must be able to tell that we are all very curious."

Bai En glanced around and found that Elisa, Heinz and other employees were staring at him unabashedly, wondering what the ruler of this great city-state would have to do with him.

"Of course, of course," said Bai En, who forced himself to remain calm and stop his hands from shaking. He put away his diary and pen, stood up and walked to the fireside chair where he used to sit. A large group of curious bystanders followed him, looking at his face intently. Bai En gave them a meaningful look, until they looked back, before he began to consider reading the letter.

His name and address are written in the finest ink on the best kraft paper, with some simple decorative lines. No ink or stains around him, no matter who is a scribe, his hands are very clever. The wax seal was not broken, it showed the badge of the countess.

Bai En returned to peace. You don't have to write to the person you want to arrest. If you are a formalistic person, you will read them search warrants or detention tickets, and then put them in shackles. If you are the Countess Emmanuelle, your men will hit their heads with sticks, and they will wake up in chains locked in iron prisons. Perhaps, he told himself that things would not be so bad after all. However, he doubted this. According to his experience, in his life, anything that can get worse will definitely get worse.

He opened the seal with steady fingers and carefully studied the information inside. In addition to the gorgeous decorative lines around it, there is no doubt that it contains gold. The content of this letter is the same as the address, written in the same beautiful and noble handwriting, which is simple and mysterious:

Mr. Bai En,

You are instructed to come to the palace of Her Royal Highness Countess Emmanuel before the bell rings this evening.

Your loyalty,

Ronemos-Osterwald, the esteemed secretary of the Countess.

This is so strange, Bai En thought. He flipped the letter over and over in his hand, as if he could find some clues to explain why he was called. Of course he found nothing. He couldn't help wondering, what would the ruler of one of the greatest fiefs of the Marnus Empire think of a penniless mercenary? He realized that everyone was still staring at him. He stood up and smiled.

"It's a good thing. I was just invited to visit the Countess." He finally said ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Elisa still looked surprised and a little shocked, as if she couldn't believe it, thought it was What is wrong.

"This is a great honor," she said to Bai En as they sat together by the fire.

"There may not be anything for me. It may have been sent to my brother Falheim. The letter was sent here by mistake." He reached out and took her hand. She quickly pulled it away. She has often done this recently.

"But you will go, are you?" She said with a smile.

"Of course. I can't refuse a local ruler's order."

"So what are you going to wear?" She asked again with a smile.

Bai En wanted to say ‘of course my own clothes’, but immediately understood what she meant. One hundred places on his coat were soiled by all the fights he had participated in. His cloak was worn and worn, and the strip of ruffle was torn to make a bandage. Not only are there holes and cracks in his boots. His pants were dirty and torn.

Except for the front-opened mage robe given to him by Falheim, he looked more like a beggar than a mage, not even a soldier or mercenary. In fact, for some reason, he even looks forward to being a fighter here. He wondered if he could walk through the front door of the palace in this outfit. They are more likely to throw a bone at him and kick him away.

"Don't worry," he said. "I will figure it out."

"Then hurry up. It's only eight hours before the bell rings at night."