Chapter 592: Resurrection of Moro

Chapter 592 revisiting Moro
About two hours later, Herron in the water curtain suddenly moved her ears and then said to everyone: "I have received the news that Professor Anglo is already coming over."
The arrival of Anglo means that you can pluck the strings. From the results of the plucking, you can also infer what to do next.
In a short while, there was a footstep outside the magic hut.
With the "click", the gate was pushed open. The two men walked in. The first thing was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was meticulously combed, his face was clean and serious, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His clothes are dressed as others, rigorous and regular. It is worth mentioning that he has a small wooden board in his hand and a piece of parchment on the board, which is like a lesson plan.
The person who walked behind was a wizard apprentice in a black cloak. His body was a bit awkward. When everyone glanced at him, he ignored it.

Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information I am searching for now supports the final plucking?
Douglas stepped forward.
Anglo, the gray-haired man with glasses, first bowed to Sanders sitting on the side, this is what Douglas said: "Hui Yaoyao, the current information is still too little, want to completely shake the world The string is a bit unlikely."
"What does Professor Anglo mean?"
Anglo put down the planks in his hands and flipped through a few parchment papers filled with densely packed formulas: "The speculative results may deviate from reality, but I have tried my best and can't analyze other things. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Douglas bullied.
"Unless someone can get out of the outer city, even if it is a magic pet, I can get more data to carry out the next stage of analysis." Anglo Road.
"If someone can come out, they have already come out, why wait until now. And, as long as they come out, what do we know about the situation inside, and what needs to be predicted?" A cold voice came from outside the door.
Then, an old man in a black robes, wrinkled skin, white beard dragged to his chest came in.
"Quit adults." Others sang, and Angel stood up.
Only Sanders and Douglas were motionless. The strength of Sanders is the crown of the field. In the spiritual world, the power is the generation.
Douglas does not move because he and Quetta are both the three pillars of Sleepless City. The strength also reaches the second level wizard, and there is no need to see the ceremony.
"Quit, do you have any insights?" Douglas looked at Quat.
"No." Quat shook his head, but his eyes moved to Sanders consciously or unconsciously.
He has been to the world, so he can feel the atmosphere of the dark world. He speculated that there might be a border crossing, but he was not sure, because according to past experience, the border passage could not last for so long.
If you know the most about the world, it must be Sanders. Not to mention his illusionary technique, it is the scent of the world that has been lingering from time to time, and Sanders cannot be out of touch with the world. Therefore, the only thing he can confirm now is that Sanders must know some insider.
It is a pity that he has tried many times and asked in private, Sanders is not willing to say.
He himself did not want to make his own guess public because of some selfishness. Therefore, in the face of Douglas's inquiry, he could only hear it.
Douglas did not expect Quat to have any high opinion. His current hope is still Anglo: "What is the professor of Anglo, can you infer now?"
Anglo quickly flipped through the parchment on the board, and various data formulas reflected on his glasses. Finally, he said: "I can pluck the string once and calculate a general direction without a specified standard."
Douglas pondered for a moment: "Which... can you calculate the situation in the outer city, is the future going in the right direction, or is it going in the wrong direction?"
Angloth lingered for a while and said: "This is a big direction judgment, but the standard of good and bad is different for everyone. If it is judged by the string of the world, it may be based on the quality of the world process. It is good for us. It is not necessarily good for the world. Therefore, it is best to add a premise."
"Is it possible to use the overall interests of Sleepless City as a premise?"
"That is, what you want to know is, is the dark field a good or bad for the overall interest of the sleepless city?" Anglo thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes."
Anglo's words, directly in front of the crowd, display the unique technique of the prophecy: "Picking the string method."
I saw the wooden board in his hand, and made countless illusions in a gorgeous magical power. The parchment paper on which the formula algorithm was recorded slowly turned into dust and was incorporated into the virtual shadow.
In the illusion of arrangement, everyone feels a strange and huge atmosphere, as if everything in the world is included in the atmosphere.
At this time, a circle of light appeared out of thin air, flashing from the Anglo fingers.
Anglo's fingers kept twisting, some light arcs were cut off by him, and others were let go, letting them pass through unknown spaces.
Every time an arc of light is intercepted, Anglo's bright forehead sees a little sweat. In a short while, it was sweating, and his glasses were steamed with a layer of white mist.
When all the light and shadow disappeared, there were nearly a hundred light arcs left between the Anglo fingers.
I saw him vomiting a turbid gas and looking at Douglas with a tired look: "The plucking string has been made, I will start to calculate, give me some time."
Anglo took another piece of parchment and placed it on a wooden board. Take out the feather pen, comprehend the blood and ink, while writing various unknown formulas, while integrating the light arc around the fingers into the paper and pen.
This process lasted for a long time.
At the beginning, Anger watched with interest and wanted to know what Anglo could write, but soon he felt confused and a little sleepy.
When Sanders turned around, he saw nodding and nostalgia, and couldn’t help but see Anger on the Anglo wood.
Sanders shook his head with a funny smile, and said to Anger through the spiritual tie: "Don't look at it, your realm is not enough, you can't see anything. Forcibly remember, it will hurt the mental power."
As soon as Sanders said this, Angel had naturally converged his gaze: "Guide, is that just a plucking string?"
Sanders nodded: "Yes, the prophecy is the three major divisions of the current mainstream of the wizards, namely the fate of the river, the wheel of time, and the string of the world. The plucking of the strings is to use the strings of the world for their own use."
"In addition to these three major districts, there are some small factions such as 'Star Axis', 'Qianzhi', 'No Words', etc. If you are interested in the prophecy, you can go and see The "Current Star Doctrine" that has been circulated in the Guangyao Circle, every 50 years, will be revised every time."
Angel has always thought that the prophecy is either astrology or question. I did not expect the division and faction of the prophetic system, but also a lot.
Sure enough, the deeper the understanding of the wizarding world, the more knowledge you know, the more you feel that you are poor.
Truth, why is it like a master's card is repeatedly mentioned by the wizard, not because truth can bring powerful power, but to pursue truth, we must recognize our own insignificance. Only by knowing how small and poor you are, will you fear everything in this world.
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Anglo is still speculating that the wizards in the magic hut are whispering, some talking about the black areas of the outer city, and some talking about the marginal gossip.
Anger leaned against the window, and with Toby, looked at the distant city in the distance. Angel was praying that Nausica was not inside, and Toby was worried about the safety of Grecia.
When they were worried about each other, there was a sudden footstep behind them.
Anger looked back and saw a man squatting in his body and his body covered in a black cloak.
Angel remembers him, he is a wizard apprentice who came in with Anglo. However, as soon as he entered the house, he consciously separated from the eyes of all wizards and silently became a transparent person.
Yes, why is he suddenly looking for it now?
Anger looked at him, is this person also planning to learn the group of wizards to communicate with him?
Just as Anger was thinking about it, an old voice suddenly appeared in the black cloak: "Angel, I haven't seen it for a long time..."
Anger jerked his head up and looked at each other with a puzzled look.
Listening to his tone, he not only knows his name, but also knows himself? But when Anger thinks carefully, he can't think of someone who is similar to his voice in his memory.
In the face of Anger's doubts, the other side smiled a bit and gently pulled down his cloak.
Looking at the old and thin old man, Angel had some stunned.
The face under the cloak is indeed a familiar face, but it is somewhat different.
The age spots are covered with cheeks, and the face is unimaginable. The cheekbones are so high that even through the thin layer of skin, you can see the white bone below.
Just two years ago, when Angel first saw him, although he was very old, he seemed to be very embarrassed.
In just two years, the other party is still a third-level wizard apprentice. Why did it become like this?
Anger hesitated, whispered: "Morocco?"
The person in front of you is Moro. At the beginning, Anger was able to step into the wizarding world because of the encounter with Moro.
He is also from the old land of the mainland, the relatives are the backbone of the Golden Finch empire - the family of the grace. And the family of the Pat family where Angel is located is not only a different place, but also one of them is at the border of the kingdom, there is no intersection.
However, because of the "behind the rain, the morning dew" this tea, led Moro to the Pat Manor.
With the help of Moro, Angel decided to embark on the path of the wizard. At the same time, the healing ice hail rolls on Jon’s mentor were also from Moro’s hand.
It can be said that if there is no introduction of Moro at the beginning, it is almost impossible for Angel to enter the wizarding world in this life. In his heart, he is grateful to Moro.
However, he did not expect that he would meet with Moro here and under such circumstances.
(End of this chapter)