The First Mage

What is recorded above is an encryption lock...

Stan has a deep understanding of the difficulty of the encryption lock. It is simply beyond the scope of knowledge of the mage. Among the people he knows, only Kasman, coupled with that reference, can hope to solve it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to find Kasman.

But now...

Stan thought of the difficulties along the way. The excitement just now turned into overwhelming negative emotions in an instant, and his heart fell from the peak to the bottom in an instant. The ups and downs exhausted all of Stan's energy, and he didn't want to say anything for a while. up.

Kasman frowned, a little dissatisfied: "What kind of eyes do you have, isn't it just a letter? If you tear it up, you just tear it up. I said, did you take a lot of benefits from him in order to deliver the letter? Or do you have something in his hands?"

After being questioned repeatedly, Stan finally took a look at Kasman, his lips trembling: "I sent that letter to the wizard of Oakland College..."

Kasman was taken aback for a moment, then touched his nose as if nothing had happened and said, "Oh, it's a mage from Oakland Academy, so it doesn't matter. Our relationship with Oakland Academy is not very good. They are good at alchemy. There is also a little bit of accumulation, maybe something has been done to that letter, there is no harm in tearing it up..."

"It's not like this..." Stan spoke with some difficulty, telling a little bit about his experience of the trip, what he saw, and Lynch's proposed cooperation.

At the end, when it was finally about the letter, Stan stretched out his arm, revealing the alchemy circle in front of Kasman.

After reviewing his pathetic journey, he looked at Kasman with a gaze that was so complicated that it could drown people: "This is... that alchemy circle..."

After hearing this not-so-long-not-short story, Kasman's expression suddenly turned as if he had eaten shit, and he realized that he was indeed a little reckless just now, and actually tore up the parchment that recorded the encryption lock...

However, feeling Stan's gaze looking at him, Kasman had to cough twice to express...

"That alchemy circle... that person probably wanted to show off his knowledge of alchemy and asked me to agree to cooperate, so he made that piece of parchment to make a fool of himself. Do some research..."

To be honest, when Kasman said these words, he really didn't think it was a big deal...

I know my own level. In terms of alchemy, it was honed from the hands of the great alchemist. From the apprenticeship to the present, I don't know how many various alchemy circles have been deciphered.

And the other party is just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old alchemist, where is the time to learn magic, how many books can he read, and how much alchemy knowledge can he learn?

No matter how advanced the alchemy circle is, how advanced it can be, it is just deceiving Stan...

It's just a waste of time...

"Well, raise your arms up, let me take a look first..."

After all, this was also his own mistake. When he looked at the alchemy circle on Stan's arm, Kasman took it seriously.

After a glance, Kasman let out a light snort.

Three minutes later, Kasman began to frown.

Thirty minutes later, Kasman directed the crowd to clean up first, while he took Stan to find a cave to rest, and began to watch intently.

After an hour, Kasman began to restless.

Three hours later, Kasman put down Stan's arm, his face was a little dignified, and he muttered there...

And Stan rubbed his sore arm, which had been raised for too long, and looked at Kasman nervously: "Do you have a clue?"

"Here, Stan..."

"Um?"

"How much do you... remember about the contents of that parchment?"

"I, I just had to go on my way, so I took a few glances." Stan had a bad feeling in his heart, looked at Kasman, and looked at Kasman with some horror [58小说www.58xs.info] Si: "Could it be...you..."

"Hehe, what are you thinking." Kasman smiled calmly: "I already have an idea, but I just think this alchemy circle is interesting, so I want to see if the person's hint is intentionally misleading... Just judge his sincerity."

"Oh..." Stan was relieved, looking at Cassman with hope in his eyes: "Then it's the second day now, can you disarm this magic circle for me now? I'm afraid it will explode early or something."

"Of course..." Kasman smiled, "It's just that I still need some materials... But don't worry, I'll send someone to prepare the materials, hehe, it will be ready soon."

"That's good, that's good..."

"Then you rest here first, and I'll go out to blow some air."

"Blowing wind?" Stan was taken aback, looking at the icy and snowy scene outside the cave, just about to say why the wind was blowing in such a cold, but it was too late, Kasman went out after finishing speaking.

After Kasman went out, he wiped the sweat off his forehead first, and the heat on his body was relieved by the cold wind outside.

He beckoned to call a vigilant mage, first glanced at the cave behind, and then whispered: "Go out and see if you can still find the parchment I tore off earlier."

"Ah?" The guard mage thought it was a big deal, but after hearing it, he was inexplicably surprised, and looked at Kasman like he was looking crazy.

Are you not talking nonsense?

Can you find out if you have no clue in your heart?

Everyone has seen that piece of paper was torn to shreds by you, and then thrown into such a strong wind, it has gone to nowhere now.

If I had the ability to find it, and still use it here to hang out with you, the master of the storm would have accepted me as a disciple long ago, okay?

And didn't you say you didn't read that letter? What does it mean for us to get it back now?

No matter how much he complained in his heart, facing the leader of the Crimson Demon Realm mage area, the guard mage still didn't dare to say these words out of his mouth.

Just complaining in my heart, I went out with a full stomach.

Kasman can naturally see the meaning in the mage's eyes, but now, there is really no time to settle accounts...

After sending the mage away, Kasman took another deep breath, using the icy wind to calm himself down.

However, I found a place away from Stan, took out a piece of parchment and a quill, spread the parchment on a flat stone, and began to "scrub" the calculations.

A piece of parchment soon ran out, but Kasman's subordinates kept adding another one when it was full. Soon, there were more than a dozen pieces of parchment filled with various formulas. Finally stopped.