Chapter 110: Magic embers

Chapter 110: The Ember of Magic
night.
"I still don't trust the strange doctor to stay with His Highness." Next to the fire, Wyah looked strangely at another fire in the distance, where she was only sitting around one big and one small.
This is the third night they came to the Rumba military camp. Ramon claimed to review the injury separately for Taylors, and the strange thing was that His Royal Highness promised him.
"He is a prince. I want to do whatever I want." Putilla smoked his own pipe and exhaled a smog of smoke, letting the next side of Wye's face sink: "In addition, let's relax, Ramon's jealousy to His Highness is not from."
"And, there are so many Exeter sergeants around, and His Highness is safe," Putile glanced at the poorly-watched Exeter soldiers who were around or standing guard or patrolling. At the end of the Eda, he whispered: "Further, if Ramon is really an assassin, he has too many opportunities on the previous battlefield... Don't forget, he rescued His Royal Highness."
Wye remembered the things on the battlefield, and her heart moved slightly.
"Speaking of this... What happened to His Royal Highness?" The young attendant was worried and said: "At the time, he obviously even breathed..."
Putty looked at the sceptical Wyah, blinking slightly.
"You have been worried about this matter?" The thin deputy is very interested in authenticity.
"More than that," Wyatt frowned and thought back in a dignified manner, and she said the doubt in her heart: "Your Highness is very good... In fact, it is better than my expectations, no matter how serious the injury. Loss, recovery time is calculated in days..."
But this is more suspicious, isn't it?
"And, what His Highness said about the abilities that he had learned with the Black Prophet... I can't care." Wyna lowered her head and glanced at the single-edged sword at her hand: "After all, that is the secret, His Royal Highness. Although...but he is only a child after all, it is not a good thing to go too close to the Secret."
Secret.
Humph.
Puttier looked up and looked at the moon in the air in a complicated way.
"Do you think the secret is a terrible place?" The deputy did not look at Wyah.
Wyah pouted and nodded.
"I have heard a lot of stories about it, some are ridiculous, some are very strange, some are unreasonable," the young attendant took out the sword, and the voice was full of hesitation: "But I have to admit, the mystery of the kingdom secret." And the reputation of the Black Prophet is scary."
"I thought that you should have not heard too many stories of the Black Prophet at your age," Putile smiled. "You know, Morat has been in control of the Secret for more than 30 years. I even suspect that the year. When the young Eddie II was crowned, Morat had already done things in the secret."
Wye wiped her sword and shrugged her shoulders:
"At the end of the tower training, I have heard such a joke: one thing happened in the four major intelligence agencies in the world. The red witch broke a teacup, and the white sacrifice burned an oil lamp. I wore an old robe, and the black prophet slept a pillowcase... Guess, what is the most serious consequence?"
"Maybe there is one less thing," Putile took a sip of tobacco and bent his lips: "The Grey Sword has worn a scabbard."
Wyatt and Putile laughed together.
"Master Shao is not so close to humanity and terrible as the rumors of the outside world. It is only the tower master of the Tower of the End. He is more calm and heavy." Wye showed her nostalgic look and nodded. "And he has no hair beard, no place. It is gray."
"Wai Ya, as a servant," after the joke, Putilai slowly said: "It is good to care for the prince who serves, but..."
He looked at Wyatt Casso with a gaze: "Want to listen to a piece of advice?"
Wyatt raised her eyebrows and showed her expression.
"Every comet prince is like a separate secret, they all have a lot of secret treasury," Putilai said with deep sighs: "It is enough to care only those you should know."
Wyatt frowned.
"Don't make life too difficult," Putilley sighed. "It's hard enough to know that the light is the life of the princes."
Especially... they are also surnamed comets.
Putili is silent.
The figure that once appeared in my heart.
Wye looked at the crackling fire and looked complicated.
"Master Putier, I still remember what you said in the birch wood that day," Wyatt turned her arms and silently said: "You used to be a servant?"
Putier's pipe no longer smokes.
Mr. Vice spit out the cigarette holder and looked at Wah.
The latter raised his eyes and asked him plainly: "So, who is the prince who served that year?"
Putila’s eyes focused on the fire stopped for a moment.
"Just like... your father." After a few seconds, he slowly said.
"But my qualifications are relatively old, and it is relatively early to leave the prince."
Wye looked straight at him, and the action of wiping the weapon on her hand stopped unconsciously.
"Yes, the attendant officer," the young attendant officer looked complicated and looked deep: "Do you have a family?"
Puttier turned his head and glanced at Wai Ya.
so funny.
He silently said: The famous "狡狐" of the stars, the leader and signator of "The Fortress and the Covenant", but even their own families are not well handled.
But he immediately glanced.
Where can I go now?
"Listen, Wyah," the deputy screamed at the pipe that slowly cooled in his hand. The tone was heavier than usual:
"Gilbert is a competent and outstanding attendant, well-organized and meticulous, loyal to his own ideals and goals from beginning to end - he has his own principles."
Wye gently squeezed her sword.

Even if sometimes, those principles are so cold?
The young attendant was faint.

Cool?
Putilit snorted:

Sometimes you have to make a choice – no matter how difficult it is.

When Wye didn't respond, a discordant voice inserted their conversation out of thin air.
"Good evening, the two guests of the stars," the Viscounta of the Black Sands, his most trusted strategist, came to the forefront of the unique northern plains:
"I hope I didn't bother you!"
Cambida smiled and sat down in the eyes of Putility and Waka, who was not well-faced.
"You really bothered us." Wyatt looked at Kambida with a bad look and gently slid the sword on her hand, making a cool, crisp sound.
"Very good, that means I caught your attention." Kambida took off his gloves and ignited the fire: "Why not stay in the tent? The weather is very cold, here is the North."
"We like the wilderness of the open air," Putile dumped the ashes in the pipe and replied indifferently. The thin face flashed in the fire: "The scenery is beautiful and the horizon is wide."
"Don't worry," Campida smiled and saw through their thoughts: "You are in Exeter, and the Exeters have no habit of listening to the tent corner."
He turned his head and looked at the Star Prince and his doctor in the distance: "The prince is safe here."
Cambida narrowed his eyes: "It's a special prince, isn't it?"
Otherwise, Dagong will not give such an evaluation.
Wye snorted disdainfully.
Putila's brow wrinkled.
They started to pay attention to the prince.
Probably the strange thing that the child said in the tent of Rumba a few days ago.
This is not a good sign.
The deputy pulled out the cigarette bag and grabbed the next tobacco. He said: "It seems that we are going to leave tomorrow."
Wye brows a pick.
Cambya was stunned and he watched Prudential with vigilance: "Do you know?"
"You have written on your face, and the sergeants who have been going back and forth in the night... And," Putilie did not care to pick up a burning branch from the fire and reignite the pipe: "This is not you." Purpose?"
"To convey the wishes of your Lord?"
silence.
Cambida stared at Putier seriously, and seemed to have to re-observe him.
"Yes," the Viscount of the Black Sand Collar calmly said: "We will set off tomorrow, and I will lead the 2,000-strong army, including the five hundred cavalry and the Knight of the Fire Knight, Lord Tulha, to the lord of Teres. Long Yucheng, on the way, will no longer rest in the castles or towns of any lord of the lords, at most, camping in the wild."
"Two thousand people, and how to circumvent the castle? In order to ensure that people are no longer looking for opportunities?" Putilla smiled softly: "I am really worried about your Lord... It seems that Lumba is also nowhere to go, to calculate his There is no clue in the hands behind the scenes."
Cambida’s face changed slightly.
"I thought that trustworthiness and loyalty are the traditions of Northland's glorious pride." During the swallowing of the clouds, Putilla whispered softly: "But look at the current military camp, there are conspirators and tricks everywhere." The taste, who else can you believe completely?"
Cambida’s expression is getting stiffer.
"Do you know what this is called?" Putilai snorted: "If you don't have a beam, you will have a shadow of it... No matter the king of Nunn or your Lord."
Cambida grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and gently pinched it, watching them fall from the fingers.
"Don't talk about the internal affairs of the Northland, the imperial people," the viscount said coldly: "At least in the land of the black sand collar, the accident will not happen again."
Wyatt took the sword back into the sheath - he felt the atmosphere was not quite right.
"Unexpectedly? The training officer of the magic gun may have different opinions," Putile put down the pipe, and laughed: "Give you a suggestion, the lord of the count."
Cambyda's eyes moved: "What do you know?"
"Don't check the contact between the Hardai military officer and the Dagong and the lords. You are destined to be in vain." Putile frowned and tried to test the temperature of the pipe. It was determined that it was not burning well: "It is better to look for his business." Line, the scrapped magic gun from the black market is checked..."
Cambyda was puzzled: "Black market?"
"Ah, the Northlanders who despise the magic guns," Putilai snorted: "The training of the magic gun is the most expensive compared to the direct purchase from the emperor. The integrity of the core and the freshness of the parts, It is inversely proportional to the proficiency of the soldier operating the magic gun."
Cambida showed a thoughtful look.
Wai Yai on the side is confused.
"The black sand lord's magical guns are very skilled, and the volley is also very good at the time of the volley," Putilai glanced at Cambida and played the metal rod of the pipe. "According to my experience, unless the Lombard Cut off half of his knights and heavy cavalry, and allocate a lot of gold coins every month to support the magic gun training. Otherwise, he will not be able to train such a force for three years."
Cambyda is thoughtful: "He has to find enough financial resources to train such a force with a lot of training to be able to come in handy at a critical moment..."
"Fortunately, there are only three years, and there is only one training officer." Putilla added some tobacco and ridiculed: "In another three years, those troops will probably even be able to "turn around and fire at the place where Dagong is?" Is it implemented?"
Kambida ignored the sarcasm of Putile, and he continued to say the words: "So he must find the black market, for example, using the magic gun that has been scrapped and destroyed according to the agreement, in exchange for money, wear and tear. The parts, Eternal Oil, and even bribes to the Emperor's purchase of the Magic Core."
Putila shrugged and ignited the pipe again: "I guarantee that his black market connector people know him a lot more than the group of big soldiers."
Cambida breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked: "Why can't he be behind the scenes behind him and give him financial support directly?"
"If this is the case, you have already found out the clues of his dealings with other forces. Is it still necessary to drag it to the present?" Putilla disdainfully.
Cambida has a red face - he has been so stunned by these things in the past few days that even basic judgment has been affected.
Wyatt frowned... He didn't quite understand the conversation between the two.
silence.
"Prince Putilley, the ‘the dark room’ has provided you with information,
said the viscount Canbida, who thought of something.
I began to believe what they said.


Hey? It’s an honor,
Putile was so intoxicated and took a deep breath:
How do you say me in the dark room?

"They only have the information before you left the court, but it is already interesting enough," Campida's eyes showed a strong interest:
"Putile Niemann, the person who weaves the net in the palace wall, is a quiet planner."
Wye looked at the stunned look and looked at Putile.
This guy……
"H," Puttier turned and smiled: "The red witch's men really can see me!"
"No, I think," Camby looked thoughtfully: "Their intelligence should be updated."

People in the palace wall may be good at observing and making suggestions,
said Viscount Campida, bending his lips and putting on his gloves again:
But some wisdom must be precipitated in experience and insight.

Puttil made two vibrato from the nose, and a smoke was emitted by the way.
"By the way, Lord Putier Nieman, the former Viscount of the Stars," Cambida stood up and smiled: "The decision on the backlash on the battlefield is both courageous and decisive."
well.
Puttier took a deep look at the distant Taylors and Ramon.
They like me more than you are now.

"We have already arrived in the territory of Exeter... This is not our deal!" Ramon looked angrily at Stars.
"The Exeters refused to let anyone who was related to the Star Mission leave," said Tyres, clutching a branch, spurring the fire, and sighing at the surrounding Exeter soldiers, sighing: " I am a prince of stars who has no power and no power. What can I do?"
"You can't do this," Ramon bit his teeth. "I saved your life - hurry and find a way to let me out!"
"You didn't save my life!" Tyres frowned. "Remember, I am just out of power, and you are just on the battlefield..."
"We all know that it is a lie!" Ramon was smirked: "I don't know what you did, but most of the organs in your body have been exhausted that day, and your physical fitness is useless... even the most robust. The horses are also unable to drag the wheelless carriage, and I am doing my best to arouse your life potential..."
"Snapped!"
Tyres broke the branches in his hand.
"My body is strong, this is a good thing. Instead it is you, it is best to whisper, to check the body for the patient, you don't need a trick," Tyres said coldly: "If you don't want that little little secret to be known by others... ... Ramon 'Doctor'."
He particularly bit the accent on the "doctor."
"Speaking of this," Ramon looked around, his face indefinitely: "Well, at least give me a letter crow..."
Taylor snorted from the nose.
"Reassured, doctor," said Tyres on the snow, a lot of memories that came out of his mind these days, such as those like the picture, "The gangsters dare not provoke a well-trained army. Don't worry about blood bottles."
"In the end, the gang is just a gang."
"Hah, Your Royal Highness, do you really think so?" Ramon turned and smiled mockingly.
Tyres was expressionless, but his heart sank.
In fact, Ramon is not without reason.
The two gangs may not be that simple.
In particular, the blood bottle helper is the two people of Ahidah and Giza – the forces of two madmen... the forces of disaster.
It’s weird.
Even if the blood bottle help often do some dirty things for the powerful aristocrats, can't ignore the threat of the magician?
Why does the star allow such gangs to lie in Yongxing City? Is it confident enough to hold the legendary anti-magic arm in his hand and think that he can control the magician?
How could it be... Taylors thought about Giza’s figure and smiled at himself.
Although Ahidah did not care about the life and death of the blood bottle, but as strong as him, why should he intervene to rob him of the gangs that are dispensable for him? Isn’t Red Square Street a Fengyue Street?
There are also the Black Street Brotherhood... I dare to hide in the Wang Duwo’s "Sui Jun Family" Saariton family, but also to stabilize the blood bottle to help - know that the latter has a magician and a big Aristocratic dual backstage.
The two gangsters - Tyres couldn't help but think of their five-year career in the Brotherhood - have too many doubts.
And it is one in front of you.
Taylor looked at the strange doctor with a big nose, who stared at him in the fire.
Ramon himself, a secret doctor, travels to and from the border between the two countries, in the whirlpool of the blood bottle to fight the Brotherhood...
Taylors smiled.
"The prince is not able to casually agree to the existence of other people's requests," the second prince of Stars looked at Ramon with interest: "Since you have a request, then make a deal and exchange valuable things for it." ""
Ramon glimpsed.
"For example, the origins of your strengths, I feel very interesting," Tyres pretended not to stretch out. "In exchange, I will try to negotiate with them... at least let you use the crow to contact you." Friends of the Brotherhood? Maybe there are other conveniences..."
Ramon looked at Tyres.
He still cares about that?
A prince?
Wait, if...
For a long while, Ramon opened his mouth with difficulty:
"You are the prince of the stars, and the relationship with Morat Hansen is unknown." Ramon bit his teeth and considered his own words and tone: "Give my secret to your hand... I don't have So stupid."
"And... Didn't you learn the ability to read the heart from the Black Prophet?" Ramon snorted.
"Oh, come on, I don't want to dig a secret from your brain anymore," Tyres shook his head. "That's a very bad brain... hurt your brain."
Ramon fixedly looked at Tyres, and his eyes came in a strange color: "Although you are just a child, you can look at how much I care about my health."
Tyres didn't speak, just quietly looking back at Ramon.
"I do have some guesses," Tyres said in a word: "I have seen the magic and know what the process is, but you don't seem to have the step of communicating with the gods..."
"The power, the power you use to cure the sick..."
Under the strange eyes of Ramon, Tells slowly said his biggest conjecture.
"It's magic, right?"
Ramon is expressionless and neither acknowledges nor denies.
Taylors knows the answer.
magic.
Taylor shouted out in his heart.
This word has never been heard from the world he came to.
Until the night of the red square that changed his destiny.
[A long time ago, there was only magic in the world, no magic. 】
This is the original words of Ashida.
[So, you don't even know the connection between magic and magic...]
This is the words of Giza.
It is true that the Exeters do not let anyone in the mission leave. But Tyres is, after all, the prince of the stars. If he insists, then it is not impossible for Lombard to let go, let the insignificant Ramon leave.
But Taylors did not do this.
Because Ramon may have what he wants.
Tyres must find ways to figure out everything in himself.
For example, magic can... and magic that is closely related to it.
Ramon laughed and ate.
Until Tyres frowned impatiently.
"The Black Prophet is not familiar with you, you are not his student, right?" The strange doctor stopped smiling and asked slowly: "Otherwise you may not know this."
Taylor's heart moved.
He knows the crux of the problem.
"So," Taylor looked at the surrounding Exeter soldiers, glanced at the boring Edda at the door of the tent, and looked at Putier and Wye in the distance, faintly said:
"Magic, is this a secret that can make the Black Prophet unable to sit still?"
Ramon didn't talk, just staring at him.
Taylors suddenly smiled.
"I am a prince, he is the father of my father," the second prince said. "He sometimes promises my request, and that's it... he didn't tell me too much."
"It's really interesting," Ramon widened his eyes, his expressions were bizarre and fanatical, just like the first time he saw Tells: "The new prince of the stars is actually interested in that thing... really So funny."
Tyres frowned.
What do you mean?
Is that something I shouldn't know?
"In exchange, I need to use your letter crow to communicate to a secret place... but I ask again, do you really want to know?"
Ramon's eyes wide open and he said: "Moratte will not be happy."
Tyres gently pinched his fist.
"I am the star of the future, the King of the High," Tyres felt his voice tremble slightly when he said "King":
"Do you think I care about his high dissatisfaction?"
"Very good, very good, for the prince of the stars, to explain the magic to the descendants of the empire," Ramon revealed a strange smile, shaking his head and closing his eyes: "This is a good deal, and I can get a lot from it." pleasure."
Taylors narrowed his eyes.
"Then we can start?" The prince slowly said.
Ramon opened his eyes sharply.
"How is your history class, Your Highness?" Ramon slowed down:
"I mean, how do humans resist the ancient orcs, defeat them in the battle of sacred sacredness, and how to negotiate with the ancient elves and the ancient dwarves in the battle of survival, and finally rise to the history of the world?"
Tyres turned red.
Well, from the time he was received at the Judith Hall, he didn’t really have much time to read history.

Not very good,
Taylors said slowly.
But I know that in the history of confrontation between humans and orcs, we awakened the power of extraordinaryness – the power of the end of today, the first batch of knights...

But Ramon interrupted him.
"So, not just magic," the grotesque doctor looked at Taylors with enthusiasm: "You don't even know the history of the Master and the Magic Tower, right?"
Tyres frowned.

Therefore,
Ramon smirked.
Like most people in the world, you live in the big nets of the Kingdom of the Gods, the Seven Hells and the Humans, with fears of fear and fear and self-deception.

lie?
Fear?
"They - those in the history books say: The glory of the knight and the power of the end brought the rise of mankind, the swords of the warriors and the cries of the horses, let us get rid of the oppression and threat of the ancient orcs?"
The Ramon language is profoundly authentic.
Taylors recalled what he had learned from Gilbert in the Judith Hall.
But without waiting for Tyres to answer, Ramon looked disgusted and spit out a word:
"lie!"
"Shameless lies."
"The downright lies."
Taylors a glimpse.
lie?
"It is not a knight to let humans defeat the orcs. It is not an extraordinary or a power to end." I saw Ramon feeling excitedly: "It is a mage,"
Ramon looked wildly and opened his hand, gently holding it in the void:
"It's magic."
Tyres frowned slightly.
"What do you mean, what extraordinary power, what military swords in the North, what knights are fake? Are they actually vulnerable to the orcs?" The second prince asked with a strong suspicion: "Really can What is the magic of the front line and the magic that they use?"
"Magic... is it more powerful than the power of the end?" Taylor sighed and asked slowly.
"Hah, actually taking the magic and the power of the end, it is the same as those who were ignorant and ignorant thousands of years ago." Ramon didn't seem to get used to being interrupted. He shouted disdainfully: "Open your narrow mind." A little! Your Royal Highness!"
"Magic is not a power. It is not the same level of power as the end." Ramon shook his head, his eyes filled with sorrow and reverence:
"It is higher, deeper, and more great."
"Not power?" Taylors reveals a puzzled look: "What is that magic? Spell? Energy? Knowledge? Elements? Molecules? Spiritual power? Exceeding ordinary people's abilities? Destructive power?"
Ramon looked at him quietly, and the look in his eyes was full of contradictory and weird emotional combinations of respect, worship, arrogance, humility, intoxication and so on.
That kind of look, Tyres has never seen it in the eyes of anyone in this world.
No...Tells has a slight glimpse, maybe he has seen it.
In the dim chess room.
The figure of the blue one.
"Magic..." Ramon raised his hands and slowly opened, like a believer who worshipped the gods, and thrilled with excitement:
"Magic is a meaning, an attitude, a belief, a principle of life," the strange doctor stared at the void, as if there were his destinations and dreams:
"Mage is the practitioner of this principle."
"They believe that everything in the world is meaningful, both analyzable and necessary to be recognized. In this cognitive process, we, human beings, can become more perfect, greater, and more Progress, closer to the truth,"
"From the law of the sun's operation, to the mystery of the origin of life, to the behavior and rules of human beings, the evolution and development of history, everything in the realm of magic... magic is the sum of all knowledge, discovery and truth. The progress of magic will bring us a better future."
Tyres frowned deeply and tried to understand what Ramon seemed to be mad.
"To this end, they have entered the tents of the Shawen ancient tribe and designed the first political system in history - the ancient country of Shawen;
They stood on the side of the northern monarch Takmu and warned him of his relationship with the orcs;
They have built themselves behind the King of Iron and Blood, using knowledge and experience to design and build the ‘human last line of defense’;
In the course of sacrifice and defeat, they constantly improved their weapons and skills, summed up the experience and skills of each soldier’s spontaneous comprehension, and perfected the first unified ‘Northland military swordsman’ in history;
They have noticed the potential of the human body, studying the birth and development of that power day and night, and naming it 'the power of extraordinaryness';
They have been struggling forward in the battlefield of blood and fire, striving to study the techniques of killing and improve the techniques of healing;
They have worked tirelessly in iron and steel to create stables and saddles, and to build the first cavalry, so that the knight will have the speed and impact of not falling in front of the orcs for the first time;
Of course, they have also developed their own strength, explored the truth of matter, tortured the truth of the spirit, ignited the energy of nature for their own use, and transformed the resources of the outside world to serve humanity. The power in my hands is only the most insignificant part of it;
They once attacked the knights on the ice of the Quigol Glacier, and in the impact of sacrifices, they completely ended the invincible myth of the orc heavy infantry, making the battle of sanctification the most magnificent scene in human history. view;
They even questioned the existence of the gods and challenged the authority of the emperor;
At one time, the three magic towers represented the most wise and progressive existence in the world. They were detached and independent, and even the supreme emperor and the powerful Ming Dynasty church priests also showed their respect under the Three Pagodas;
Once, the existence of the Master made many people believe that the world is worthy of chasing, not only power and status - but also truth.

Ramon took a deep breath and slowly put down his hands. His eyes were already slightly crystal clear.
"This is the Master, this is magic." He clenched his fists and trembled and choked: "The most important, most beautiful and precious chapters that have been forgotten by everyone in the history of human rise."
"And now,"
Ramon hangs his head and falls to the ground:
"No one in the world remembers magic anymore, no one knows the Master again."
"The only people who are unfortunate and fortunate, through books and scrolls... are burning the embers of magic."
Tyres stared at Ramon.
I don’t even know if the branches on my hands are burning.
He can't believe everything he just heard.
He can only open his eyes as much as he can, opening his mouth.
magic.
Master?
This is different from any version of magic that he heard in his previous life. It is not a sly fireball. It is not a transaction in which a chanting spell receives an elemental response. It is not a spiritual sponge, not a ritual of communication with a certain existence. It's not the ability to learn the version of the day after tomorrow, not for the powerful and powerful power.
Magic is a meaning.
a belief.
A principle.
Terscher was completely stunned. At this moment, his brain kept echoing the words of Ashida:
[The Master explores the truth of the world, using all kinds of ingenious methods and wisdom, using the resources and energy of the world to serve the better world. 】
Is it?
Thanks to the book friend "Black Fish Mang" and "Dai Chengyuan" for the care and support of the health without sword! The cold is already good!
In addition, writing a text is just a sword-free interest. The premise of keeping a written text is definitely not affecting my normal life and study work. Therefore, once something happens, the update speed will slow down. This is also a helpless thing. It’s going to go to hell.)
But as long as the author number is still there (not being harmonized because of the heavy taste description), no sword can still think and type, and it will not be eunuch.
(End of this chapter)