Super Dimensional Wizard

About two hours later, Heroline's ears suddenly twitched in the water curtain, and then she said to everyone: "I have received the news, Professor Anglo is already on his way."

The arrival of Anglo means that the strings can be plucked. From the results obtained after picking the strings, you can also infer what to do next.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside the magic cabin.

With a "click", the door rail was pushed open. Two people walked in one after another. The one walking at the front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was meticulously combed, his face was clean and serious, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His clothes are like others, rigorous and regular. It is worth mentioning that he was holding a small wooden board in his hand, with a stack of parchment sandwiched on the wooden board, like a lesson plan.

The person walking behind him was a wizard apprentice wearing a black cloak. He was a bit stooped. Everyone glanced at him and ignored him.

"Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information you are searching for now can support the final plucking of the strings?" Douglas stepped forward.

Anglo, the gray-haired man wearing glasses, first bowed to Sanders who was sitting aside, and then said to Douglas: "Your Excellency Huiyao, the current information is still too little. If you want to completely change the world, It’s a bit unlikely.”

"What do you mean Professor Anglo?"

Anglo put down the wooden board in his hand and casually opened a few pieces of parchment filled with dense formulas: "The speculated results may deviate from the reality, but I have tried my best and can't analyze anything else. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Douglas teased.

"Unless someone can come out of the outer city, even if it's a demon pet, I can get more data before I can conduct the next stage of analysis." Anglo said.

"If someone could come out, they would have come out long ago, why wait until now. Besides, as long as they come out, don't we already know what's going on inside, so why do we need to predict it?" A sarcastic voice came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing a dark black robe, with wrinkled skin and a white beard that reached his chest walked in.

"Lord Quite." Others saluted, and Angel also stood up.

Only Sanders and Douglas remained motionless. Sanders's strength is the highest in the field. In the wizarding world where strength is paramount, strength is seniority.

Douglas didn't move because he, like Quint, belonged to the three pillars of the Sleepless City. Their strength has also reached the level of level two wizards, and they don’t need to be greeted.

"Quite, do you have any insights?" Douglas looked at Quite.

"No." Quite shook his head, but his eyes moved to Sanders intentionally or unintentionally.

He had been to the Nightmare Realm before, so he could feel the aura of the Nightmare Realm in the dark realm. He guessed that there might be a nightmare passage, but he was not sure because based on past experience, the nightmare passage could not last for such a long time.

If the person who knows the nightmare world best is definitely Sanders. Not to mention his nightmare skills, just the aura of nightmare that lingers around him from time to time makes it impossible for Sanders to escape from the nightmare world. Therefore, the only thing he can be sure of now is that Sanders must know some inside information.

Unfortunately, he tried many times and asked in private, but Sanders just refused to say anything.

He himself did not want to make his speculation public because of some selfish motives. Therefore, when faced with Douglas's inquiry, he could only pretend that he did not hear it.

Douglas didn't expect Quite to have any great ideas. His current hope was still Anglo: "So Professor Anglo, how far can you deduce now?"

Anglo flipped through the parchment on the board quickly, various data formulas reflecting on his glasses, and finally said: "I can pluck the string once and calculate a general direction without specified standards."

Douglas pondered for a moment: "Then...can you estimate the situation in the outer city and whether the future will go in a good direction or a bad direction?"

Anglo thought for a while and said: "This can be regarded as a general judgment, but the standards of good and bad are different for everyone. If we judge by the string of the world, it may be based on the quality of the world process, which is good for us. Yes, it’s not necessarily good for the world. So, it’s better to add a premise.”

"Is it feasible to take the overall interests of Sleepless City as the premise?"

"In other words, what you want to know is whether the Dark Realm is good or bad for the overall interests of Sleepless City?" Anglo thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

After Anglo finished speaking, he directly used the unique technique of the prophecy system in front of everyone: "Plucking the Strings".

The wooden board in his hand turned into countless shadows in a splendid magic power, and the parchment with formulas and algorithms recorded on it slowly turned into dust and merged into the shadows.

In the arrangement of shadows, everyone felt a strange and huge aura, as if everything in the world was included in the aura.

At this time, arcs of light appeared out of thin air and flashed between Anglo's fingers.

Anglo's fingers kept curling, and some arcs of light were intercepted by him, while others were let go by him, allowing them to pass through the unknown space.

Every time an arc of light is intercepted, a little sweat breaks out on Anglo's smooth forehead--\u003e\u003e

. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and a layer of white mist evaporated from his glasses.

When all the light and shadow disappeared, nearly a hundred arcs of light remained between Anglo's fingers.

He exhaled a deep breath and looked at Douglas with tired eyes: "The strings have been plucked, I'm going to start calculating, give me some time."

Anglo took out another piece of parchment and placed it on the wooden board. He took out his quill pen and dipped it into the blood ink. While writing various unknown formulas, he integrated the arc of light between his fingers into the pen and paper.

This process lasted a long time.

Angel watched with interest at first, wondering what Anglo could write, but soon he felt his eyes were blurred and he felt a little drowsy.

As soon as Sanders turned around, he saw Angel who was nodding sleepily, but couldn't help but look at the Anglo wooden board.

Sanders shook his head in amusement and said to Angel through the psychic belt: "It's better not to read it. You are not in a state of mind and you can't see anything. Forcibly memorizing it will damage your mental power."

Upon hearing what Sanders said, Angel naturally averted his eyes: "Teacher, was that the string plucked just now?"

Sanders nodded: "Yes, the current three major divisions of prophecy wizards are the River of Destiny, the Wheel of Time, and the String of the World. Plucking the string of the world is to pluck the string of the world for one's own use."

"In addition to these three major divisions, there are also some small factions such as the 'Astral Coordinate Axis', 'The Bell of Questioning', 'Speechless Gods'... etc. If you are interested in the prophecy system, you can check it out. The "Crown Star Doctrine" circulated in the Radiant Realm is published every fifty years, and every issue will be revised by factions."

Angel has always believed that prophecy is either astrology or divination. Unexpectedly, there are many divisions and factions in the prophecy department.

Sure enough, the deeper you get into the wizarding world and the more knowledge you know, the poorer you feel.

The reason why truth is mentioned repeatedly by wizards like a god card is not because truth can bring powerful power, but because in pursuit of truth, one must recognize one's own insignificance. Only when you know how small and poor you are can you be in awe of everything in this world.

…

Anglo was still calculating, and all the wizards in the magic cabin were whispering. Some were talking about the dark realm in the outer city, while others were talking about irrelevant gossip.

Angel was leaning against the window, looking at the outer city in the distance with Toby in a daze. Angel was praying that Nausicaa wouldn't be inside, while Toby was worried about Grea's safety.

When they were each worried, footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Angel looked back and saw a man with a stooped body and a black cloak walking over.

Angel remembers him, he was the wizard apprentice who came in with Angre. However, as soon as he entered the room, he consciously stayed out of the sight of all wizards and silently became a transparent person.

But why did he suddenly come here now?

Angel looked at him. Could it be that this person also planned to imitate those wizards and communicate with him?

Just when Angel was thinking wildly, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: "Angel, long time no see..."

Angel raised his head suddenly and looked at the other person with doubts in his eyes.

Judging from his tone, he not only knows his name, but also knows him? But when Angel thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of anyone with a voice similar to his in his memory.

Faced with Angel's suspicion, the other party smiled bitterly and gently pulled down his cloak.

Looking at the old and thin old man in front of him, Angel was a little stunned.

The face under the cloak was indeed a familiar face, but it was a little different.

Age spots covered his cheeks, and his face was unimaginably haggard. The cheekbones are so high that even through the thin layer of skin, you can vaguely see the white bones underneath.

Just two years ago, when Angel first met him, although he was very old, he looked very energetic.

In just two years, looking for Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com, the other party is still a third-level wizard apprentice, why has it become like this?

Angel hesitated for a moment and called in a low voice: "Lord Moro?"

The person in front of me is none other than Moro. The reason why Angel was able to enter the wizarding world was precisely because he met Moro.

He also comes from the Old Continent, and his relatives are the Meng En family, the backbone of the Golden Bird Empire. Not only were they completely different from the Pat family where Angel belonged, one was on the border and the other was in the royal capital, so there was no intersection between them.

But because of the tea plant "Morning Dew after Rain", Moro was attracted to Pat Manor.

With the help of Moro, Angel decided to embark on the path of wizard. At the same time, the healing ice coffin skin scroll on Master Jon's body was also obtained from Moro's hand.

It can be said that without Moro's guidance, it would have been almost impossible for Angel to enter the wizarding world. In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Moro.

However, he never imagined that he would meet Moro here and under such circumstances.