Night Crow Master

Hesitating in the maze.

The original hesitation labyrinth has become a tall tower. Within a short period of time, Yate was fortunate to see such a miracle again——

The whole underground labyrinth rises from the ground and becomes a tall tower.

Various areas of the maze have also become towers.

This underground labyrinth, transformed from the dead bodies of the hesitating giant beasts, completely lost its original appearance.

I stayed with this prophetic wizard—he kept a distance of twenty meters.

Even the great wizard used the starlight phantom-interfering with the starlight through psychic energy, projecting consciousness onto the light to form a phantom clone.

Although he knew that there was terrible bad luck around him, Yate still felt quite weird for a great wizard who was far stronger than him to make such a move.

After three days of study, apart from learning the correct way to extract sapphire gems from this Edgeworth master, he was still frantically carving inscriptions.

After the brief end of the study of potions alchemy, he will begin to try to engrave inscriptions.

Engraving according to the inscription of the existing spell sequence has a very high success rate. However, under the exhausted state, the subsequent engraving will fail more.

At present, in these 72 hours, he has carried out 20 engravings, but only succeeded 8 times and engraved 8 new inscriptions, and because of excessive exhaustion, after the first two consecutive successes, he was accompanied by at least one time. Failure, the last time even fainted directly.

And his crazy behavior was also stopped by Edgeworth.

"If you want to damage your soul, make your future progress slower, or even die here, I won't stop you."

These words let Yate temporarily put an end to this crazy move.

At night, Yate, who was ordered to rest by Edgeworth, plunged his consciousness into the sea of ​​spirit.

In the sea of ​​spirit, the 13 individual inscriptions float on two stacked vortexes.

After glancing over the 12 inscriptions that were the same as the spell inscriptions of the automatic secretary, Yate entered a short meditation, calming his spirit through meditation.

The spell of automatic clerk was not as simple as Yate thought, it was just a spell for recording.

He remembered the previous conversation with Edgeworth's Starlight Phantom:

"You haven't built the magic of automatic clerk? Hopeless idiot, do you think the automatic clerk is just recording information?"

"What's this? A transcript of an automatic clerk spell? Or a simplified version? Gneus? A transcript of the Taclosia family? 8 inscriptions? This thing is a simplified version for waste! Look at this! This 12 Of them!"

"Did you see it clearly? The automatic secretary is a sequence of 12 inscriptions, not 8. That is the spell of the lower apprentice!"

After being ranted for a while, Yate got the spell sequence of this automatic secretary.

He felt a little strange before. After all, according to the normal standard, the number of inscription sequences for medium apprentice spells was at least 12, and the automatic secretary remembered that it was medium apprentice spells, but he had only 8 inscriptions obtained from the Earl of Baixi.

Excluding the possibility that Earl Baixi was pitting himself, the automatic secretary spell engraved by the opponent himself was also the same.

After sweeping the phantom eyes floating in the center of the spirit sea, Yate sank and began to construct the spell.

The structure of the spell is not the same as the engraving of the inscription, but the previous process is similar to Yate.

The first thing he needs to do is copy an identical inscription.

Unlike the first time to engrave the inscriptions, when you already have the inscriptions, you can directly copy them by consuming your mental power-use your mental power to directly intercept these floating inscriptions, then you can copy and manufacture them.

Before Yate imitated the engraved inscriptions from the spell sequence, he could only imitate.

The inscription that has been constructed into a spell sequence is no longer a single individual, but the entire spell sequence becomes a whole.

If you want to copy, you need mental power to wrap and infiltrate to copy. In the process of infiltrating and copying, mental power connects the entire spell sequence.

To put it simply, the inscription on the spell sequence cannot be copied, only the entire inscription.

If you want to construct a new spell sequence, you can only copy the inscription that exists alone.

Yate Consciousness controls the spiritual power to wrap the first inscription, slowly infiltrating it, and at the same time, not far from it, an identical inscription is slowly emerging.

While copying, Yate is also slowly adjusting, and the originally rough corners have also been repaired.

The first inscription succeeded.

Yate used consciousness to control this inscription to move to the other side, and then began to construct other inscriptions.

These inscriptions are like vertices. The process of constructing a spell sequence is modeling, and it cannot fail. It requires a successful modeling.

At least it will cause the collapse of the sequence that has been constructed, and at worst, it may cause mental injury due to the collapse of the structure.

While Yate was building, the other side--

.......

Colola County, central.

Castle of the Count of Colola.

Two young blondes appeared in front of the castle, one with red eyes and gray eyes.

The young man with blonde hair and red eyes stepped forward and was about to knock on the door.

When he bent his fingers and was about to touch the door, the door slowly opened, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Black trousers and a short robe that only covered the upper body-the old man with gray hair in a housekeeper's suit appeared as the door slowly opened.

The vicissitudes of turbid eyes swept across the innocent youth behind him, then swept across the one in front of him, and slowly said:

"Sir Wiggs, you are back."

"Long time no see! Steward Avons!" The red-eyed young man, that is, Wiggs, showed a big smile, "I'm back!"

"Okay." The butler Avons only had a faint look, and the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't look so sincere. The guest yesterday made him feel bad.

He looked at the young man behind Wiggs, his eyes stopped for a moment at the position of his ears covered by long hair, and then he seemed to think of something, and nodded: "This is?"

"He's Philol—"

Wiggs smiled and was about to introduce, but at this time Ferrol's voice also sounded:

"I am Philol Silva."

"Silva..." Hearing this surname, Avons was taken aback for a moment, and then took a deep look at him, "I'll tell the master, you wait here."

"Okay! Mr. Avons!" Wiggs replied with a smile on his face, and Philol nodded after a meal.

Avons turned around and keenly noticed that before the other party answered, the gray eyes turned reddish for a moment.

"..." Without saying anything, Avons closed the door and turned around.