Age of Adepts

Secret room.

Suddenly, a strange figure rose up on an empty floor.

Then, as the light yellow mist that covered the strange human figure dissipated silently, a weird guy who was older than Domhnall and whose face was so wrinkled that he could hardly see his original appearance appeared.

He was hunched over, leaning on a yellow witch staff that was a head taller than himself, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were white, with no pupils visible. And his body was covered with an old witch robe that hadn't been washed for countless years. The creases, stains and oil on it had covered the original color of the robe, making it impossible to see its texture at a glance.

At first glance, this is simply a poor wandering wizard who is so downcast that he can't go to the Hall of Elegance at all, and he shouldn't appear in this tower, which represents the highest achievement of the Wizarding Association.

It's a pity that not only did he appear here, but he also accepted Domhnall, the vice president of the association, with an unwavering nod.

"Marstan, you are already the highest-ranking prophet in our association. Why, even you can't see clearly the future of this Greem?"

"Domhnall, as I said just now, someone took the initiative to cover up the fate of this young man..."

"Isn't that why you can't see it?" Domhnall couldn't help frowning: "Mastan, the association has not treated you badly these years. The funds allocated to you prophets every year are the highest among all branches. The top floor of the Overlook Tower is also given to you. Are you going to dismiss me with just one sentence?"

"I can feel that a powerful force of destiny is rising in the north. And she is always paying attention to this young fire witch. If we prophets intervene, I'm afraid... it will provoke an invisible fate war!"

"War?" Domnar sneered: "Since when have we wizards been afraid of war! We have raised you for so long, don't we just hope that it will come in handy at critical moments? Why, you want to refuse? My order?"

"Domhnall, we have been very happy to get along for hundreds of years. What's wrong with you today?" That Mastan raised his head, and his milky white cloudy eyes stared at this 'old friend' for a moment. , hissed: "What is it about this young man that deserves such a big fight?"

"Danger... I sense danger from him!" Domhnall frowned and thought hard, "It's just that I haven't been able to find the source of the danger, so I want to use your power to find out the reason!"

"Understood, then I... try my best! I'll go back now, with the power of the tower, maybe I can see something more..."

After saying that, Mustang twitched his witch staff, and his whole body disappeared without a trace in a rising light yellow smoke.

After Mastan's aura completely disappeared, Domhnall couldn't help muttering to himself again: "The central area...is the area with the richest resources and the most dense population in the entire Wizarding Continent. Our Wizarding Association can't get it, and won't Allowing other forces to intervene, let alone allow it to grow... Hmph, Greem, it's best that you don't have the ambition to unify the central region, otherwise..."

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Looking at the tower.

Seven hundred and seventy seventh floor.

Looking down from here, there are layers upon layers of soft clouds like white flocculents floating on the half-waist of the tower, blocking most of the visual space. Only occasionally through the gaps in the layers of white clouds can I peek at the deep and vivid colors of the earth.

In Nuo Da's witchcraft hall, as a burst of yellow smoke dispersed, Mustang's small, crooked figure appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he walked straight to the back of the hall leaning on his stick.

The hollow, muffled sound of the wooden stick hitting the floor lingered in this empty witchcraft hall for a long time.

As the only Tier 4 prophet in the association, Mustang has an endlessly 'noble' status. Although every fourth-level wizard can occupy a floor exclusively, he is the only one who can occupy the top floor of the tower like Mustang.

This... is both an honor and a burden!

Whenever the association moves forward to a certain critical moment, the chief prophet like him becomes the guiding light that clears away the fog and points out the way forward for all wizards.

However, only Mustang, who has practiced the Art of Destiny, understands how powerful a force is needed to help such a huge ship of the Wizarding Association correct its course and always sail in the sunny and sunny sea area. arrive.

During the thousands of years of vicissitudes when Domhnall was in power, although the Wizarding Association has always been stable and peaceful, it has also experienced several unknown and terrible catastrophes. It was the foresight of the chief prophet, coupled with the huge power of the wizards of the association, that pulled the Wizards Association out of one terrible vortex after another.

The position of chief prophet is not so easy to sit!

At least, before Mustang, as far as he knew, three chief prophets died under the backlash of terrible fate.

The position of Chief Prophet is not fixed.

Whoever can become the association's only Tier 4 prophet can sit firmly in this position, give orders, and enjoy the top-level resource allocation. But these resources are not so easy to enjoy, and they often need to repay them with their lives!

At each moment, there can only be one Tier 4 prophet in the association. Only when this fortune teller falls under the backlash of fate, the association will select one of the rank 3 fortune tellers with the best performance and the strongest strength, and retrain it to rank 4.

And before the death of this new prophet, the rest of the prophets are always just a reserve and a kind of insurance!

Therefore, there is no family relationship between the prophets within the association, but a competitive relationship between the red and the other. Those below who can't wait to climb up, while those who have already occupied high positions are trembling, lest one day they will become stepping stones and victims for the association to reverse its fate.

He may be able to control the fate of thousands of wizards, but he cannot control his own destiny.

From this aspect, Mustang is actually quite envious of that colleague in the north who can call the wind and rain!

Perhaps, that's what the Messenger of Destiny should look like.

And he is just a poor servant who crawls before fate!

Mustang is the only one on the 777th floor of the entire Observation Tower. This is the rule he set, and it is also his only remaining pride.

At least until his death, he will never allow any outsider to set foot in his 'territory'.

As the chief prophet of the association, Mustang naturally has the highest authority to overlook the tower, and his control over Taling Lafatus is second only to that Domnar.

This also allows him to mobilize the tower's energy reserves at will, and use witchcraft energy to replace the power of destiny consumed in the destiny ceremony to the maximum extent.

Looking at the Tower... Looking at the Tower...

The reason why this tower has such a name is because it is the tallest wizard tower in the entire wizarding world. Standing on the top of this tower, as long as the eyesight is good enough, you can even see the strange dark blue at the end of the sky.

That is the color of the endless sea!

Passing through empty and lonely corridors, Mustang came to a spiral metal escalator, spiraled up the escalator, and finally boarded the astronomy platform.

The layout of the astrologer is very simple, it is a small space placed under the spire of the high tower dome.

Above the astronomical platform is the spire of the tower, a ten-meter-long metal spike towering high, overflowing with frightening and terrifying witchcraft energy. The four walls of the astrologer are hollowed out, and the high-altitude and bitter cold wind comes from all directions, and when it penetrates the pattern on the metal wall, it makes a scream like a ghost crying.

In the center of the small space stood a round stone pillar more than one meter high, with a strange crystal the size of a human head inlaid on the top of the stone pillar.

At this moment, the thick clouds and fog in the crystal are rolling, and it is a piece of complete chaos and confusion.

Mustang walked into the small space along the escalator.

As soon as he stepped here, he tightened the witch robe on his body, but he still couldn't block the biting cold wind from every corner of the robe, wrapping away the last bit of warmth left on his body.

This is the place of fate, rejecting any power other than the power of fate.

Therefore, Mustang did not bless himself with any witchcraft for heating or protection, and the witch robe on his body was also the most common fabric without any special witchcraft effects.

If it weren't for the physique of the fourth-level wizard, I am afraid that with his frail body, if he stays here for a while, he will be in danger of being frozen to death.

A physique of 11 points is undoubtedly too low for other level 4 wizards. But for Mustang, it was enough.

Because of professional reasons, their vitality is always in a state of serious loss. No matter how well they maintain their bodies, no matter how high their physique is improved, and a large-scale fate ceremony is held, their vitality will be almost absorbed.

If you want to peek at fate, you need to pay a price!

And the prophets of the association don't have the high degree of fate affinity as the fate witches. If they want to peek at the direction of fate, they need to sacrifice their lives. The most serious loss is the upper limit of physical fitness!

When the upper limit of Mustang's physique is cleared to zero, that is the moment when he completely falls.

Before that, his physical upper limit was still 11 points, which was enough for him to do a lot of things.

Mustang walked tremblingly in front of the stone pillar, stretched out his right hand to cover the crystal, and slowly rubbed it.

The energy of the huge tower spread up along the body of the tower, lighting up all the patterns and runes on the four walls of the astronomical platform, and even the stone pillar became brighter inch by inch.

In the end, when the witchcraft energy poured into the strange crystal, the entire spire overlooking the tower has become so blinding that it is impossible to look directly at it.

The wind stopped strangely!

The mist and cloud in the crystal are also slowly dissipating, revealing a magnificent and strange world picture inside...