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- A wooden house is located in the deep mountains, surrounded by strange trees, a forest of rocks, and the howling of animals and the chirping of birds.
Fernando had a stern face and paced back and forth in the hut, thinking about how to organize his words when he met the first-level president of the "Dance of Confusion" organization, how to avoid sarcasm and ridicule of the other party, and if possible, what would he do? Let's meet "Cursed Eye" Atlante again. Although he is not the leader of this organization in name, everyone knows that he is the real manipulator behind the scenes.
Suddenly, Fernando's heart moved, and dozens or hundreds of magicians flew over during the induction of the mental force field.
This situation startled him, and a translucent force field wall suddenly appeared around him, and the spell to break the space blockade was ready to go.
What are they going to do? Are so many people attacking me? But why did it become so vast that I had a chance to escape?
Such questions echoed in Fernando¡¯s heart. It wasn¡¯t until he saw a few acquaintances¡ªhigh-level magicians he had seen mixed in, with faces full of eagerness rather than hatred, that he put aside his worries and was left with only doubts.
"Fernando, I heard that you are very good at calculus?"
"Can you tell me how to deal with this?"
"What do you think about gravity?"
Questions sprang out from the mouths of the magicians one after another, weaving into a noise even more exaggerated than the howling of birds and beasts, making Fernando's ears buzz and his heart felt indescribably irritable.
"That's enough!" A roar like thunder erupted, completely suppressing all the noise.
Fernando is not as gentle, kind and considerate as Erica. Roaring is one of his specialties.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and Fernando said with a face: "How can we explain calculus if we continue to argue like this? And how do I know your current progress?"
He didn¡¯t care that this was someone else¡¯s house. There were many high-level magicians across from him, and there were even archmages who were stronger than him. They acted like a stern teacher.
For him, above arcana, there is only the difference between understanding and not understanding. Without the aura of their respective identities and strengths!
After shocking the magicians, Fernando said solemnly: "I am here to discuss some issues with the president of your Dance of Confusion. When the matter is over, I will stay for a few days depending on the situation and complete the calculus from scratch. Let¡¯s sort out and explain the basics of it. As for the things about gravity, I¡¯ll talk about it after you have digested the previous ones.¡±
As a senior magician. He is qualified to prove how valuable "Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy" is, how profound its description of the world is, and how powerful it shocks magicians, so he can expect a similar reaction.
But what he didn¡¯t expect was that it would reach this level!
It seems that my prediction is not bold enough!
His words brought the magicians of "Dance of Confusion" back to their senses. Everyone was extremely surprised. It was one thing to boldly ask for advice, but it was another thing for him to be so candid in preparing to explain. Shouldn't knowledge of calculus and gravity be their top secret? Just ask for nothing. to teach us?
???????????????????????????????????????????????A certain magician reminded Fernando: "His Excellency the Cursed Eye reorganized the 'Dance of Confusion' into the 'Wizard House', which means the union of many organizations."
"Who is the president?" Fernando asked directly.
The words just fell. Another magician flew from a distance, and he said loudly: "Mr. Fernando, Mr. Cursed Eye, please go see him."
Fernando was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
It¡¯s good to do this, so as not to convince the president and have to go through Atlante again.
The meeting place was not in the demiplane of Atlante, but in a garden in the valley filled with flowers of all colors.
"To be honest, I thought about detaining you before. I will get the complete knowledge of calculus and the detailed explanation of gravity directly from your mouth." Atlante closed his eyes tightly and said with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze.
Fernando curled his lips, not seeing any of the awkwardness of His Excellency Legend: "They are indeed worthy of you, but this is knowledge that will be shared with all magicians."
"All magicians?" Atlante asked with a smile, as if he had everything under control.
Fernando chuckled: "Yes, Douglas believes that understanding the world, grasping the laws, and analyzing the principles require the participation of more people. Only with more exchanges can we achieve better development, so he will This part of knowledge is defined as arcana, which is something that can be shared with other magicians, while detailed magical knowledge such as spell models is a personal secret and can only be shared based on personal wishes."
"Arcane?" Atlante stopped smiling for the first time and showed a thoughtful expression, "It sounds like Douglas wants to establish a purely arcane communication organization? Is this his definition and classification?"
"It's not that in-depth yet, such as how to motivate researchers, but this is indeed the wish of Douglas and us, and we hope to build a stable 'magic building' on top of this arcane exchange organization. They are collectively called the 'Whole Continent' The Magicians United Council', in order to jointly resist the church." Fernando did not conceal his purpose, nor did he introduce the topic skillfully, but directly elaborated.
Atlante nodded lightly: "I am very interested in purely arcane exchange-type organizations. As for the 'magic buildings' behind them, I still need to look at them again."
With "Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy", one of the most important books in the history of magic, in front of him, what magician would not be interested in an organization that purely arcanely communicates? Of course, at that time, they will definitely weigh the knowledge they share based on the situation.
"I'm not surprised by your answer, really." Fernando said with a slight sarcasm. He was only willing to take benefits and was unwilling to take responsibility. This was one of the important reasons for the early collapse of the Magic Empire. "My purpose is just to take you." "Blurry Dance', uh, 'Wizard's House' is involved in this exchange organization. As for the future, I believe you will choose the right direction." We will show the only hopeful path to the light!
Besides, after a long period of arcane exchanges, this academic organization will naturally have cohesion. Naturally, some people are willing to consciously maintain it. It will be much easier to unify it later. This is Douglas's conspiracy. Fernando knows it, and Atlante also knows it, but Couldn't resist the temptation.
Atlante suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils as deep as the stars: "I'm waiting."
"Douglas should have been promoted to legend, right?"
"Yes, 'Magic Chosen'." Fernando tried his best to resist Atlante's eyes.
The exchange between the two was simple and quick, and they quickly reached an agreement. When Fernando left the garden, he suddenly felt a little sad. The old fox had gone through a lot of hard work to win over the legendary cooperation, but his persuasion was so easy, except for The huge impact of "Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy" is not only due to the changes in the situation, but also because he has a legendary magician as a solid backing, while the old fox does not.
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A year later, Fernando, who had made a long circuit in the Storm Strait, returned to the "Hull" manor provided by Hathaway and met Douglas again.
¡°What¡¯s the attitude over there in ¡®Hell¡¯?¡± Fernando went straight to the subject without saying hello.
Perhaps due to overwork, Douglas's hair had a few more white strands. He said solemnly: "I stayed in the Burning City for half a year, and then I was invited out of hell. Not only did I not meet the 'Lord of Hell' Mal Deimos, even several Dukes of Hell failed to visit him."
"Is Mardimos showing his unwillingness to interfere in the affairs of the main world?" Fernando frowned, "With his character of planning conspiracies and causing trouble for no reason, how could he let go of this big change and completely ignore the main situation? Could it be that the Pope secretly taught me a lesson about the world's affairs? Or is He hiding something?"
"If Maldimos needed to hide something, with his intelligence, he would definitely perfunctory me and casually agree to something to get rid of me, but he did nothing, which directly made people suspect that he was covering up something. This is definitely not His way of doing things, so this attitude may contain the information He really wants to tell us. For example, through this attitude, He told me that He is planning a big event that cannot be leaked or described in any way. conspiracy, and is not far from success, let us be ready to respond to Him when the time comes.¡±
Douglas pondered for a moment and told Fernando his analysis.
Fernando thought about it carefully: "This may be the most in line with Mardimos's style of conduct."
"So, we can't relax. In as short as one or twenty years, or as long as about a hundred years, things may change drastically." Douglas warned Fernando.
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More than twenty years later, in the year 398 of the Holy Calendar, in the largest swamp in the Principality of Calais.
A man wearing a dark black magic robe is walking on the mud. His cloak is not pulled up, revealing his skinny cheeks. He is horribly thin and horribly pale, and his age cannot be seen.
His left hand had lost all the color of life. It was pale and dim, with a faint breath of death lingering. When a seven-headed swamp earthworm was lightly pressed by it, its flesh and blood rotted, pus leaked out, and it became an undead creature.The man raised his head, which was only slightly better than a skeleton, looked at the horizon, and said to himself in a rough and hoarse voice: "Shirley, I'm here to pick you up."
"sorry I'm late."
After finishing speaking, he stepped forward, and the dark black mud in the swamp suddenly bubbled up like boiling water, gurgling.
Then, the mud was lifted up and flew into the air, flying all over the sky, and monsters with rotten heads or bones stood up! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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