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Volume 4 The Tower of Violet 694 Getting up early in the morning

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    With the vast continent and the long battle front, neither the messenger eagles in the north nor the messenger pigeons in the south can deliver information to friendly parties in a timely manner.  ¡º¡Ü? If we rely on the letter eagle to fly back and forth, it will take at least ten days and a half to send the military information on the Severa front line back to Norman City.  And by that time, it was already too late.  Therefore, the aristocratic forces have already buried a secret chess piece.  Among all magic schools, only star mages have the ability to communicate instantly.  They can use the rhythm of the stars to send a spell wave thousands of miles away.  The receiver at the other end can decipher the information carried in it by comparing the strength of this fluctuating rhythm with the pre-agreed code.  Of course, due to the limitations of his own mana, an intermediate mage like Soros can only emit a wave of dozens of knots at most.  But for key information, it is enough.  In the tent where the stars were floating, the middle-aged mage took out a round stone disk from his arms, with twelve gems of various colors inlaid on it.  Thoros secretly glanced at Vilanno and saw his stern look. He knew that there was nothing he could do, so he had to lower his head obediently and start operating.  Suniya watched him with great interest and saw him holding the stone plate in his palm, moving his lips softly and reciting a spell silently.  Vilanno raised his hand, put some starlight into his sleeves, and explained softly, "His magic power is too weak. If I maintain the field, it will seriously affect the effect of the spell." Sunia nodded to express his understanding.  In the darkness, a gem on the stone plate suddenly lit up, and then its luster flowed to two nearby gems, forming the simplest magic circuit.  It lit up and went out three times. Soros breathed a sigh of relief, indicating that he was in Norman City.  Someone was waiting for information from him.  "This is a confirmation procedure. If no one responds at the other end, there is no need to continue." Vilano introduced to Sunia.  While the two were talking, Soros began the formal transmission of information.  He held the stone plate with one hand and moved it with the other hand, using the twelve gems as fulcrums.  Various simple loops can be constructed.  He used these circuits to activate the power of the stars.  The receiver in Norman City will guard the same stone disk and record the mirror fluctuations one by one.  "He used the most common agreement code, 'Quiet Whispers,' which is divided into four sections." Vilano took a quick look and saw through the clue.  In order to ensure accuracy, Soros must go through each group in his mind in advance.  Looking at his slow movements, Sonia was a little impatient.  He didn't want to waste too much time here.  It took a full quarter of an hour for Soros to finish sending the message.  He drew a reverse hexagram between the stones to signify the end of the call.  Immediately, the middle-aged mage, who had exhausted all his magic power, collapsed limply to the ground.  His head was covered with sweat, but he still raised his head and looked at Vilanno beggingly.  "Lieutenant, you can go back and resume your life." The old magician ignored him.  Said directly to Sunia.  The young staff officer bowed and hurried out of the tent.  Rush back to the front line.  "As for you" Vila?o sat down again and asked calmly, "What kind of punishment do you think you should receive?" "Master, please forgive me." Thoros struggled to get up and knelt on his knees.  .  The voice trembled.  Studying under the legendary mage is a great honor. For Soros, who was born in a poor family, it means an extremely glorious future.  But, the gold promised by the nobles.  It was equally tempting. He needed money to buy magic materials, to socialize, and to buy a cotton coat for the winter.  "Either, I will destroy your magic power and let you leave," Vila Noor paused and gave him a second choice, "Or you can make a blood oath and become my demon servant, and I can forget the past.  ." Thoros was stunned when he heard this. After a long time, he lay on the ground and replied solemnly, "Master, I am willing to be your demon servant." ****Norman City.  In the teahouse where white smoke curled up, the wrinkled old man blew a mouthful of foam and said slowly, "How is the battle on the front line? Come and listen." "The king was greedy for power and forced himself to cross the river. He encountered the enemy in the middle reaches and was defeated. People were panicked.  No intention to fight." A bald mage over fifty years old read word for word.  "What day is it today?" The old man turned to ask the middle-aged man next to him.  This man was about forty years old, wearing a black dress and a beautiful beard. He was none other than Armon Hamer, the top official of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.  It is also the old man in front of me, the eldest son of Duke Hamer.  "December 4th, father." Amon replied respectfully.  "Well, it's a little early." As one of the leaders of the aristocratic camp, Duke Hammer always likes to speak in a long voice, like an opera singer singing.  "Everyone is?Ready, ready to go at any time, morning or night.  "Yamon replied. In this coup, the old people were the masterminds behind the coup, while young nobles like him were the executors and backbone on the surface. "What if it is to be launched now?  "Duke Hamer looked at his son, his legitimate heir. "Then you can start now.  "Amon replied, his voice full of confidence that everything was under control. "Very good, let's convey this news to them," Duke Hamer nodded with satisfaction and ordered softly, "If we agree on the same opinion, then tomorrow  In the early morning, it was officially launched.  " "I have already sent someone," Amon chuckled, "Father, we don't have to wait too long.  " Duke Hamer said no more and closed his eyes to rest. About half an hour later, the messengers returned one after another, and at the same time they brought back receipts from the major nobles. "Seven people agreed to start the rebellion immediately, and three thought they could wait and see.  Change, waiting for further news," Amon summarized their opinions and reported, "No one objected.  " "Where's that **** De Vries?  "Duke Hammer asked casually. "Of course she is happy.  "Amon pursed his lips, seeming to recall some pleasant memories. "Where are the moderate nobles?  What's going on?  "Duke Hamer took the trouble to confirm. "Those cowardly guys don't dare to agree or oppose. They are obedient and have nothing to care about.  "Amon said disdainfully. "By the way, have you tested Kopov? What was his reaction?  "Duke Hamer thought of the Director-General of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who did not belong to any faction. As Snowdon's biggest spy chief, it is impossible for him to be unaware of this. "A few days ago, he also showed kindness to me, and I hinted that he would not move.  He, he nodded and left.  "Amon answered truthfully. "Well, you did a good job," Duke Hammer praised. "You can only temporarily win over an old cunning guy like this, but don't trust him in return.  ¡± ¡­(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! ps: (First update.)
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