Chapter 132: Panic

It’s recorded here, but the encryption lock...
Stan knew the difficulty of the encryption lock. It was beyond the scope of the mage's knowledge. Among the people he knew, only Kasman and the reference could hope to solve it.
Otherwise, I wouldn't come to Kasman in such a hurry.
But now...
Stan remembered the difficulty on the road. The excitement just now turned into an overwhelming negative emotions. A heart fell from a peak to a valley in an instant. Between these great ups and downs, all of Stan’s heart was exhausted, and he didn’t want to say anything. Up.
Kasman frowned and was a little dissatisfied: "What is your look, isn't it just a letter? You tear it when you tear it. I said, did you receive a lot of benefits from him in order to deliver the letter? Or do you have a handle in his hand?"
After being repeatedly questioned, Stan finally took a look at Kasman, and his lips trembled: "That letter was sent by me to the wizard of Auckland College..."
Kasman was taken aback for a moment, and then rubbed his nose nonchalantly, "Oh, it's the mage of Oakland College, so it doesn't matter much. The relationship between us and Oakland College is not very good. They are in alchemy. It’s also a bit accumulated, maybe that letter did something tricky, it wouldn’t hurt to tear it..."
"It's not like this..." Stan spoke with some difficulty, telling a little bit about his experience on this trip, the scenes he saw, and the cooperation that Lynch proposed.
Speaking of the last, it was finally about the letter, Stan also stretched out his arm, in front of Kasman, revealing the alchemy circle.
After reviewing my own path of sadness, looking at Kasman's gaze, it is simply complicated to drown people: "This is... that alchemy circle..."
After listening to this short story, Kasman’s face suddenly looked like he had eaten shit, only to realize that he was indeed a little bit reckless just now, and he actually tore the parchment that recorded the encryption lock...
However, feeling Stanner's gaze towards him, Kasman also had to cough a bit and said...
"That alchemy circle...that person probably wanted to show off his knowledge of alchemy, and begged me to agree to cooperate, and then he came up with that parchment to make a fuss. If it works, it’s not a big deal. Don’t cry, let me first Study it..."
To be honest, when Kasman said these things, he really didn't think it was a big deal...
I know my own level. In terms of alchemy, it was also honed under the hands of a great alchemist. From his apprenticeship to the present, various alchemy circles have been deciphered.
And the other party is just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old alchemist, where is the time for learning magic, how many books can he read, and how much alchemy can he learn?
No matter how deep this alchemy circle can go, it's a trick to deceive Stan...
The big deal is to spend more time...
"Well, raise your arms, I'll take a look first..."
After all, this was also his own mistake. When he looked at the alchemy circle on Stan's arm, Kasman took it seriously.
After a glance, Kasman gave a soft voice.
Three minutes later, Kasman frowned.
Thirty minutes later, Kasman directed the crowd to clean up first, while he took Stan to find a cave to rest and began to watch with all his attention.
After an hour, Kasman started to feel a little bit awkward.
Three hours later, Kasman put down Stan's arm, his face was a bit dignified, and he groaned...
And Stan rubbed his arm because he held it for too long, and he became sore. He looked at Kasman nervously: "Do you have a clue?"
"This, Stan..."
"Ok?"
"How much do you remember about the content on that parchment?"
"I, I just have to hurry, so I just took a few glances." Stan had a bad feeling in his heart, looked at Kasman, and looked at Kasman with a little horror: "Could it be that you..."
"Haha, what do you think." Kasman smiled calmly: "I already have ideas, but I just think this alchemy circle is a bit interesting, so I want to see that person's hints, whether there are any deliberate misleading elements... Just judge his sincerity."
"Oh..." Stan was relieved, looking at Kasman with hope in his eyes: "Then it's the next day now, can you disarm this circle for me now? I'm afraid it will explode or something in advance."
"Of course..." Kasman smiled: "It's just that I still need some materials...but don't worry, I will let people prepare the materials, hehe, it will be done soon."
"That's good, that's good..."
"Then you rest here first, I'll go out and blow the hair."
"Blowing?" Stan was taken aback, looking at the icy and snowy scene outside the cave. He just wanted to say what wind was blowing so cold, but it was too late to say. Kasman finished speaking and went out.
After Kasman went out, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, and was blown by the cold wind outside, and the heat on his body eased.
He beckoned to call a guardian mage, first glanced at the cave behind, and then whispered: "You go out and have a look, can you find the parchment I tore off earlier."
"Huh?" The guard mage thought it was a major event, but was shocked after hearing it, and looked at Kasman like a neuropathy.
Are you nonsense?
Can you find that you don't have any compelling points?
Everyone has seen that the piece of paper was torn to shreds by you, and then thrown in such a strong wind. Now I don’t know where it flew.
If I had the ability to find it, and still use it here to mess with you, the master of the storm would have accepted me as a disciple, okay?
And didn't you say not to read that letter? What do we mean by letting us find it now?
No matter how spit in my heart, facing the leader of the Scarlet Demon Realm Mage area, the guard mage still dare not say these words.
Just slandering inside, he went out with his stomach full of complaints.
Kasman can naturally see the meaning in the eyes of the wizard, but now, there is really no time to settle the accounts...
After sending the mage away, Kasman took a deep breath and calmed himself down with the help of the cold wind.
However, I found a place to avoid Stan, took out a piece of parchment paper and a quill, spread the parchment paper on a flat stone, and began to "brush" the calculation.
One piece of parchment soon was not enough, but Kasman’s staff kept coming up with one sheet after it was full. Soon, there were more than a dozen parchments filled with various formulas. Finally stopped.