Chapter 52: The Magician on the Black Tower 2

Lansa, a lonely and weird dark magister, his reputation has become more and more famous with the vigorous encirclement and suppression of the Holy See in recent years.
There are countless rumors about him in the empire. It is said that he is evil and cruel, and is the most terrifying devil. His vicious deeds are countless, so big that he once caused a plague to turn people in two cities into bones, and so small that he stole the skirt of a little lover of a duke.
Silvia, who knows the inside story about this, said that the previous plague was not made by Lansa, but by another dark magister. As for whether Lansa made the skirt that robbed others, she didn’t know. .
Silvia didn't care about what bad things Lansa did. There was always only one thing she cared about most, and that was her appearance. When the appearance of most of the dark magicians was recorded, Lansa was an outlier, because there was no record of his appearance in his data, and people called him the devil on the black tower.
According to rumors, he was an extremely ugly man who looked like a skeleton, and because he was too ugly, he lived alone in that black tower. In short, it is a mystery about Lansa's appearance and his mysterious black tower. And this mystery will finally be revealed in front of Silvia, I have to say that Silvia is still a little curious.
As the lights in the tower came on, Silvia, who was dragged into the cage by Lansa, stiffened.
How could there be such a messy place in the world! ! Seeing the inside of the dark tower, Silvia almost couldn't help but want to scream.
Look at the various book scrolls scattered all over the ground, like a hill, not only blocking the view, but also blocking the road, it makes people do not know where to go. The cobwebs on the walls inside the black tower are covered with dust, and the black curtains that start to hang there...oh, the thing is really black instead of moldy and black. right?
What's that on the wall? grass? ! Why did the grass grow on the wall inside the black tower! Why is there a small tree growing on the wall even if the grass grows! Is that thing on the tree a bird's nest? !
The rags that have been pressed by a few books, the clothes that have not been washed for a long time, have simply been forgotten! If the clothes can be forgotten, how long will it take for the moldy bread and meat on the dining table, which is occupied by most of the books, to become that terrible.
After a cursory look at the inside of the black tower, Silvia, the former saintly lady, more than wanted to scream, she felt that she was about to suffocate, and there was even a kind of preferring to run out immediately and be company with the pile of light knight bones instead of waiting Bad feeling here.
Silvia saw Lanza who was wrapped in a black robe walk in as usual, raised her hand and waved, and the pile of books blocking the road automatically pushed back, freeing a way for people to pass. But the piles of books that had been piled high were squeezed by this, and all of them collapsed. There was a burst of speculation. Finally, several piles of books fell and the decaying dining table was smashed to pieces.
Oh, good, this looks messier. Silvia thought blankly.
The door behind him closed automatically with a snap, and Lanza's shoulders drooped, seeming to finally relax, he began to untie the cloak, and then threw the cloak onto the pile of books on the side.
As the cloak landed, the legendary Lansa appeared in front of Silvia.
Long black hair, dark purple eyes, and a particularly beautiful face. Silvia's ashen heart was suddenly ignited again, and it burned. Against this face, even such a messy place seemed unbearable to Silvia.
Black hair and purple eyes are recognized by the mainland. The demon’s legacy descendants, and the Holy See is spared no effort to kill all the black and purple eyes. Silvia thought that this so-called demon’s legacy was extinct. I thought there was one more.
No wonder he can become a magister at a young age. The bloodline of black and purple eyes is also the most suitable for practicing magic, especially the dark magic, they have unique advantages.
Silvia is such a principled woman. As long as she has a good-looking face, she can even ignore Lanza's messy long hair that is almost tied together, ignore his white shirt that is about to turn gray, and ignore his ugly A terrible expression. Silvia has always been good at talking to people who look good, so she doesn't want to die now, but stares at Lansa's face and takes a closer look to wash away the dirt in the black tower.
Lansa didn't look at Silvia from the beginning to the end, and dragged the people into the cage together, and came to a place surrounded by piles of books. If you ask all magicians what is the most important thing, about nine out of ten people will answer their own magic laboratory.
Lansa's magic laboratory is here, with rows of weird potions and materials, huge and heavy desks, various tools and materials. Although the chaos is still the same, Silvia thinks this is probably the cleanest place in the dark tower.
A magic lamp composed of the sun, moon and dozens of stars exudes a bright and soft orange light, floating above the desk. All kinds of quill pens and ink lay aside, and a huge book that took up half of the desk was paralyzed on the table. From the yellowed paper and the strong dark atmosphere flowing on it, we can see that this must be a book that has been A banned book banned by the Holy See.
In addition to having a natural preference for good-looking people, Silvia also particularly likes to find magic spells and various forbidden spells that she doesn't know. She likes to study these, and the degree of importance can be ranked second after cleaning her hair and face. One, it is very important. Squatting in the cage and looking over there, Silvia tried to see clearly what was written in the book, but it was too far away to see clearly.
Lansa dragged her cage to the bottom of the mountain of books near the work desk and left her alone. He walked to the desk, put one hand on the huge book, and beckoned with the other, floating from the chaotic mountain of books. When a piece of paper came out, he closed his eyes and hooked his fingers, and the quill automatically dipped ink to write and draw on the paper.
This piece of paper was written here, and for a while he showed some doubts on his face, and when he clicked on a book, another piece of paper floated out, floating on his left hand, and another quill pen knocked on the table and pierced it. I got into the ink bottle and came out with black ink to draw on the paper. This time the painting seemed to be a very complicated pattern. After the brush was finished, I just poke on the paper, as if What to think about.
While holding the book, Lanza opened his eyes, suddenly grabbed the quill pen that was still poking the paper and threw it aside, grabbed the paper with the formation pattern, crumpled it and threw it aside. While he was doing these things, the writing quill on the other side was still working, and the speed of writing records was very fast.
Silvia looked at the scene in front of her, a little surprised. It's really amazing. She can do two different things at the same time, so she doesn't have the ability to do two things. Moreover, she hadn't read the formation just now, but she had finished reading the formation books in the Holy See that had been accumulated over two thousand years! There are still formations in the world that she doesn't know!
She is now more interested in that huge dark book. After losing his temper, the Lanza leaned through the huge book again. Not only one mind and two purposes, Silvia was stunned as he watched the silent and weird dark magister one by one floating various papers, different quill pens began to work at the same time, two records, two paintings. Array, and the other two are written in words like paintings.
The two records were too far apart, and the handwriting was so dense that Silvia couldn't see what was written on them. Of those two formations, one is similar to the one just now, and the other one Sylvia can see clearly. It is a kind that she has been interested in researching. It belongs to a variant of summoning undead creatures-it can summon undead. However, the formation for summoning the undead has also been changed.
There are also two words with the same picture, and they have to be replaced by other magicians. I guess they don't know a word, but Silvia knows a small part. It was a special script of a certain branch of the so-called descendants of the demons thousands of years ago. The inheritance has been cut off. A small part of the script is hidden in the Holy See. Because Silvia has loved studying these rare things since she was a child, she also studied it by the way.
From this part of the text she knew, Silvia caught some key words, such as ‘resurrection’, ‘bright’, and ‘sacrifice’.
So, what is this Lanzar studying about the resurrection?
Obviously, Lanzar himself would not answer this question. Silvia hadn't heard a word from him on the way, and now she was addicted to work and couldn't help herself. Silvia doubted that she would even Now that he ran away, he might not be able to find it. It is estimated that he will not discover until the end of his work. All magicians don’t like their research being interrupted in the middle.
But Silvia couldn't help it now. After satisfying her initial curiosity, this body of her protested to her, hungry and cold. If she doesn't eat anything, she will probably die again soon.
Silvia changed her mind. If she really wanted to die, she would die after seeing the content of that huge book.
So she spoke, in the most kind and gentle tone, with the attitude of treating the most beautiful human beings, said: "Mr. Magician, can you give me some food, I feel very hungry now."
The other party did not respond.
Silvia said it again, but the other party still didn't respond. Silvia increased her voice, but Lanza still didn't seem to hear her. This is normal, and the ordinary method is not to wake up a magician who is doing research. Silvia touched her stomach and thought, what kind of gentle saint, go to him, and she is not the holy saint now, just a person who is starving to death. So she started shaking the cage madly without burden.
The results of it? Oh, no change.
Silvia stopped her useless shouts and looked around, trying to find out what caught Lansa's attention over there. Suddenly, she met a pair of eyes-belonging to a mouse.
Silvia: I, the, the light, the bright, the god, ah! There is a mouse standing at my feet!
Silvia hugged her head and recalled again the fear of seeing this dirty and messy black tower at first sight. Even if it is messy, there are still rats! Not only one, but several! The former saint screamed in her heart, with a stiff face, watching the mouse pass by her feet, swaying up a mountain of books, holding the cover of a book and began to chew.
After gnawing the book twice, he squeaked the tail behind her to her, seeming to laugh at her. Then the arrogant gray mouse was pressed underneath by a pair of paws.
It was a crow with a big head that held the mouse. The white eyeballs and black feathers looked strange. The crow quacked twice, looked at Sylvia in the cage, and suddenly spoke.
The crow said: "Oh ~ ugly girl ~ this mouse is my dinner, you look at me, I can't let it to you~"
Silvia: Where did the speechless crow come out?
"Thank you, I don't like eating mice, you can enjoy it yourself." Silvia said with a smile at last.
The crow unceremoniously grabbed the mouse and swallowed it. After enjoying his own dinner, the crow stood there and began to communicate with Silvia, mainly complaining about how terrible his master was.
Its owner is the owner of this black tower, Lansa.
"Oh my god, you know what, the last time my master asked me for food was three years ago, and for the past three years I can only find food by myself. Fortunately, there are several litters of mice in it. It's still enough, but I haven't eaten enough for a long time." He said, shaking his head and sighing.
Silvia's attention was all caught by the "few litters of mice". The goose bumps on her body became fierce, like a wave.
"But the last time the owner himself ate was a year ago, because he developed a potion, and you can drink one when you are hungry. This is really terrible to me, that kind of potion doesn't taste at all If he doesn’t eat delicious food, he loses most of the meaning of his life."
Silvia agreed with what the crow said. Her creed in life is to be optimistic about good-looking people and eat delicious delicacies. All the nobles in Salo would enjoy life without her, but her delicate life was so broken.
Silvia: "Could you please call Mr. Lanzar for me? I am very hungry now and need something to eat, or I might die."
The crow stepped back again and again, with one wing covering his chest like a human, and said in a pile of voices: "No, no, no, no, I dare not call him at this time, he will strip my fur. Do you know how shameless it is for a gentleman to have no hair! I don't want to experience it a second time!"
Silvia took a deep breath, feeling she could only save herself. Looking at her feet, she stretched her hand through the gap in the cage and hooked in a book from the outside.
"Variants of Dark Magic" weighed the weight and it was not bad, Silvia aimed at the target and threw it.
She had a very good head, and she hit it with a single blow. In such a position that was difficult to spread out in the cage, she successfully hit the back of Lanza's head and threw him onto the desk.
Silvia thought that this time he should have been awakened from the research and magic circle, but no, Lanza got up and continued to work hard, as if the blow gave him another inspiration. He simply Pulling out a piece of paper with my hand, I started to write and draw with my own hands, looking extremely excited, and my eyes lit up.
Sylvia sat with her knees on the half-beautiful face staring at Lansa, and thought with pain and joy that this kind of death by starving to death is really shame.