Chapter 229: God of Necronomicon Spells ...

Of course, it is not that Rody talked to Akasha about this topic.
Although the definition of Akasha is a team role of "nanny", as a modern person, it is clear to Roddy that ... if a team cooperates with a true tacit understanding, mechanical subordinate relationships are completely unworkable.
Knowing and trusting each other, and willing to share common topics and goals, such a team can be healthy and active.
Of course, in previous games, Roddy has basically not been a "leader" role, so he does not have much practical experience in actually forming a strong team, and such as the "theory" mentioned in the above sentence, It is also the knowledge brought by the forum theorists.
So it is not difficult to explain why Roddy talked about this kind of "sensitive" topic-want to come to his understanding of the word "trust", probably only at the level of "shared secrets".
"This time, it was actually done for Angmar. We want to win the town of Kig. Naturally, the list of Ansadin who has to pay chips can only be used as a reference. I really want to catch all the traitors. A piece of paper is not enough ... "
Roddy looked at Akasha with a look of embarrassment, knowing that she was not good at thinking about such things, she could only pause for a moment and laughed, "Let me change the subject. The book that teaches you today has something about spells, Can you understand this? "
This is finally an area of ​​interest for Akasha. She has a good memory and is obsessed with divine magic, so the content of this "essence of energy" is indeed appetizing. After thinking about it, Akasha replied: "I can only understand some Concept, but I think ... what this book says is a bit exaggerated. "
"It's really exaggerated. The high elves have always been exaggerated races, but I advise you to believe these exaggerated messages." Roddy took a cup and took a sip. "These books look inconspicuous, but the great wizards are trying to get it. It is estimated that even life is willing to fight. "
Akasha widened her eyes and expressed surprise, confirming that Roddy was not joking, and this reflected the level of the book that she had just seen ... But after a moment of thought, she asked in confusion: "But according to it In other words, it seems that even the gentry technique can be counted in the arcane system, and 'the necromancy spell does not seem to be much different from the gentry technique ...'
Roddy was shocked by this theory: "Ah? Really? Why didn't I see it?"
"That's the part about the constitution of puppet magic ..." Akasha's talent was full. At this time, even those words were memorized. At the same time, Roddy was dumbfounded and had to admit that the "nanny" was watching Get up dumb, but learning things is a bit exaggerated.
"Of course, this is only a theory. If it is estimated by practice, it is far from enough. It is probably not a realistic thing for a holy priest to cast the finger of death."
Roddy shrugged. During the past seven years, he had never touched anything like "element theory". The concept of spells in his head also basically comes from the player's experience and forum. If he talks about these profound and complex "spell knowledge" in the game, he knows nothing.
"Now that you're interested, I'll put the book first for you, and ask me if you don't understand any words."
Roddy thought about it, reached for "Essence of Energy" and handed it to Akasha, and then grabbed a bundle of scrolls from the desk-"You should be able to use these scrolls, take them with you. As an aid. "
"Thanks ... thanks."
Akasha was very surprised. The "Spell Scroll" is an absolutely rare item. It is almost the bottom card of the box for any caster. Roddy gave more than a dozen when she said yes, which made her feel inexplicably satisfied in addition to her surprise.
After chatting casually, Akasha took these things and went back to her bedroom-it was still early, and the sentry outside the manor had been changed, she naturally did not have to keep staring. Realizing that there was nothing to do, Akasha sat at the table and continued to read the book, "Essence of Energy."
The pale sunlight of the autumn day reflected into the house, and the precious scrolls stacked on the table left a messy shadow on the table, but what Rordi and Akasha did not notice was ... that they should belong to the "curse" spell. In the scroll stack, two scrolls marked "Exclusive to the Necromancer" were inadvertently mixed in by Roddy.
Akasha was unaware of it. She lowered her head and read the high elf script learned today, her lips mimicking those letters and words, and occasionally remembering Rody's words, but could not help but frown slightly--
"The holy priest casts a necromancer ... is such a thing possible?"
When this beautiful pastor was in doubt, a lecture on a similar topic was being held in the lecture hall in the "Temple" of the "Rose Cross" sect located thousands of miles away.
"... about the nature of gentry, my personal understanding is roughly this, and there can be more progress in theory, but everyone knows that I prefer to start from reality-then the magic that I show you Look, what can you see? "
This is a bright and bright square hall with a heavy historical atmosphere permeating this ancient building that was built 600 years ago. The "Oakley Lecture Hall" can accommodate three hundred people, but only two or thirty people were sitting here at this time. The audience wore simple white robes, and most of them had unusually young faces.
"Stuart, what do you think?"
Above the podium, a silver-haired but stunned old man raised his hand slightly, and not far away, it seemed that a young boy only fifteen years old answered the question softly--
"Professor George, I think that the gentlemanship of the light attribute may not be distinguished from the elements manipulated by the elemental masters. Maybe under certain conditions, their division is not as profound as we now specify ..."
"唔-good idea, I have worked hard in the direction you said, but I haven't found that 'specific condition.'" The professor on the podium is very scholarly and elegant, but his words are gentle but not weak. "But it doesn't mean there isn't, Stewart, you're saying it well. So-Miss Sally, what do you think?"
"Professor George, gentry, since the original name is derived from worship, why is it compared with elements? I read a lot of materials. For the birth of elements and gentry, the book gives There are two completely different answers. Their sources of power are different. If they are headed, they can be summarized into the same point. Although it is true that this is in front of the eyes, the main reason is whether it is due to the change of human will rather than the source of power Your own 'consciousness?'
Sally's answer formed a rhetorical question, her strong and independent character, and her own duke's daughterhood made her temperament so charming that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old children in the lobby could not help Looked over.
"Good entry point, you have grasped two of them-is there consciousness in energy? Here ..."
In the afternoon, Professor George's speech was finally over. The talented young people in the lecture hall were dispersed after saluting. Sally picked up her book and relieved her slightly tired body while looking at the writing on the sheepskin. The agenda on the paper while walking towards the lecture hall.
This is the "Temple", the core of the "Rose Cross" that countless priests look up to.
Here, "talent" seems to be the least valuable thing-Sally is still outstanding in the territory of Everta. However, in the "temple", the training progress is simply not as good as those young "classmates", so The only thing she can do is study harder and try not to get too far away ...
Thinking about the books that need to be read through the night today, Sally rubbed her eyes, and looked up tiredly when she looked up tiredly-in front of the "Saint Laurent Cathedral", a familiar figure greeted herself.
"Master Bishop."
Sally hurriedly saluted Rubens, who smiled and raised his hand to stop-although it was the relationship between "recommended" and "recommended", because of Angmar and Roddy, Rubens was extremely extreme for Sally. Trust and closeness
At this moment, he was holding a letter in his hand, and Sally stared straight at the letter after seeing herself. He then passed the letter directly to him, saying, "If you have such news, I guess you can Feel relieved.
After opening the crimson fire paint wax seal, Sally quickly showed a pleasant surprise after reading the content-"Rody ... actually killed that guy? He ... he wasn't injured?"
Such words made Rubens a little funny: "You don't worry about the safety of Angmar."
Seeing that Sally was blushing, he no longer sold anything: "Rody is unharmed, and now he has become the focus of the sect, and many of the actions in the sect are related to him-presumably Tasman's Guys will pay a terrible price for this ... "
Hearing these words, Sally couldn't help feeling a little dazed: "Rody, he ... has such an influence?
"By taking advantage of it, he has a keen sense of the current situation that our group of old guys can't match ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Rubens defaulted Sally's words," but now he is in the same position ... the order is put down Although the trend is set, I am not only worried about the influence of the undead among the aristocracy, but also the erosion of these sects by these guys
"So I came here today to make you write a letter to Angmar, in secret ..."
Rubens whispered something, Sally's face was a little serious, but after listening, she looked around first and asked in a low voice: "There are traitors in the sect?"
Rubens sighed a little, but said helplessly: "I would rather believe you, believe Roddy, but I ca n’t believe some people in the sect ... It is really a joke to say such a thing."
This was a bit of a heartfelt remark, and he shook his head, then solemnly said, "Write the letter as soon as possible, and then practice with peace of mind. Such a topic should not be raised to the second person."
Rubens whispered a few words, Sally nodded, and the high-weight old man in the sect left quickly. Sally looked at the old man's back, but couldn't help worrying about the guy who was still stirring the situation at the other end of the kingdom ...
Roddy, be careful.