The Wizarding Age

In the secret room.

A strange human figure suddenly rose up on the floor where no one was.

Then, as the yellowish mist covering the strange figure silently dissipated, a strange guy who was older than Domhnall and whose face was so wrinkled that his original appearance could hardly be seen appeared.

He was hunched over, leaning on a yellow wizard staff that was a head taller than him, with messy hair and two white eyes, with no pupils visible. And he was wearing an old wizard robe that had not been washed for countless years. The wrinkles, stains and grease on it had covered the original color of the robe, making it impossible to tell its texture at a glance.

At first glance, this was simply a poor wandering wizard who was so destitute that he could not be more destitute. He could not enter the elegant hall at all, let alone appear in this observation tower that represented the highest achievement of the Wizard Association.

Unfortunately, not only did he appear here, but he also accepted the active nod of greeting from Domhnall, the vice president of the association, without changing his expression.

"Mustan, you are already the highest-ranking prophet in our association. How come even you can't see the future of Grimm?"

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

"Doesn't that mean you can't see it?" Domhnall couldn't help but frowned and said, "Mustan, the association has not treated you unfairly over the years. The funds allocated to you prophets every year are the highest among all branches, and the top floor of the observation tower is also given to you. Are you going to get rid of me with just this 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 wizard. If we prophets intervene, I'm afraid... it will provoke an invisible war of destiny!"

"War?" Domhnall sneered: "Since when did we start, Wizards are also afraid of war! We have raised you for so long, don't we hope that you can be useful at the critical moment? Why, do you want to refuse my order? "

"Domnall, we have been getting along very happily for hundreds of years. What happened to you today?" That Mastan raised his head, staring at this "old friend" with milky white turbid eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "What on earth is there in this young man that is worth your fuss?"

"Danger... I sensed danger in him!" Domnall frowned and thought hard: "It's just that I can't find the source of danger, so I want to use your power to find out the reason!"

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

After speaking, Mastan slammed his wizard staff, and his whole body disappeared in a rising light yellow smoke.

After Mustang's breath completely disappeared, Domhnall couldn't help but mutter to himself again: "The Central Region... that is the most resource-rich and densely populated region in the entire wizard continent. Our Wizard Association can't get it, and we won't allow other forces to intervene, let alone allow it to grow... Humph, Grimm, it's better that you don't have the ambition to unify the Central Region, otherwise..."

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Looking at the tower.

The 777th floor.

Looking down from here, the layers of soft white clouds are floating halfway up the tower, blocking most of the visual space. Only occasionally through the gaps between the layers of white clouds can you peek at the deep and vivid colors of the earth.

In the huge witchcraft hall, with a burst of yellow smoke, Mustang's hunched and tiny figure appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he walked straight to the back of the hall with a wooden stick.

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

As the only 4th-level prophet in the association, Mustang has an endless "lofty" status. Although every 4th-level wizard can occupy a floor alone, he is the only one who can occupy the top floor of the observation tower like Mustang.

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

Whenever the association reaches a critical moment, the chief prophet like him becomes a guiding light to clear the fog and point out the direction for all wizards.

However, only Mustang, who has practiced the art of fate, understands how powerful a force is needed to help the Wizard Association, such a giant ship, correct its course and always sail in the sunny sea.

In the thousands of years of vicissitudes when Domnar was in power, although the Wizard Association has always been stable and peaceful, it has also experienced several unknown terrible disasters. It was the foresight of the chief prophet and the huge power of the wizards in the association that pulled the Wizard Association out of one terrible whirlpool 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 terrible backlash of fate.

The position of chief prophet is not fixed.

Whoever can become the only 4th-level prophet in the association can sit firmly in this position, issue orders, and enjoy the top resource allocation. But these resources are not so easy to enjoy, and many times they need to pay with their lives!

At any time, there can only be one 4th-level prophet in the association. Only when this prophet falls under the backlash of fate, the association will select the best and most powerful one from many 3rd-level prophets and retrain him to 4th level.

Before the death of this new prophet, the rest of the prophets were always just a reserve and a kind of insurance!

Therefore, there was no kinship between the prophets within the association, but a fierce competition. Those below were eager to climb up, while those who had already occupied high positions were trembling with fear, fearing that one day they would become stepping stones and victims for the association to reverse its fate.

He might be able to control the fate of thousands of wizards, but he could not control his own fate.

From this point of view, Mustang was actually quite envious of his colleague who could call the wind and rain in the north!

Perhaps, that was what a messenger of destiny should look like.

And he was just a poor slave crawling before destiny!

There was only Mustang on the 777th floor of the entire observation tower. This was the rule he set and his only remaining pride.

At least before his death, he would never allow any outsiders to set foot in his "territory".

As the chief prophet of the association, Mustang naturally has the highest authority in the Overlook Tower. His control over Talling Lafatus is second only to Domnar.

This also allows him to mobilize the energy reserves of the tower at will, and to replace the power of destiny consumed in the fate ritual with witchcraft energy to the maximum extent.

Overlook Tower... Overlook Tower...

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

That is the color of the endless sea!

Passing through the empty and lonely corridors, Mustang came to a spiral metal escalator, spiraled up along the escalator, and finally climbed onto the astronomical observatory.

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

Above the observatory is the spire of the observation tower. A ten-meter-long metal spike stands tall, overflowing with terrifying witchcraft energy. The four walls of the observatory are hollow. The cold wind from the sky rushes in from all directions, and when it penetrates the patterns on the metal walls, it makes a sharp whistle similar to the crying of ghosts.

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

At this moment, thick clouds are rolling in the crystal, and thick fog is swirling, which is a completely chaotic and confusing area.

Mastan walked into this small space along the escalator.

As soon as he stepped here, he tightened his wizard robe, but still couldn't block the cold wind from getting in from every corner of the robe, wrapping up the only warmth left in his body.

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

Therefore, Mastan did not cast any magic spells for heating or protection, and the wizard robe on his body was also made of the most ordinary cloth without any special magic effects.

If it weren't for the good physique of a 4th-level wizard, I'm afraid that with his weak body, he would be in danger of freezing to death if he stayed here for a while.

11 points of physique is undoubtedly too low for other 4th-level wizards. But for Mastan, it is enough.

Because of their profession, their vitality is always in a state of serious loss. Even if they take good care of their bodies and improve their physique, after a large-scale fate ceremony, their vitality will be almost absorbed.

If you want to peek into fate, you have to pay a price!

And the association's prophet does not have the same high fate affinity as the fate witch. If they want to peek into the direction of fate, they need to sacrifice their lives. The most serious loss is the upper limit of physique!

When Mastan's upper limit of physique is cleared, it is the moment when he completely falls.

Before that, his physical limit was still 11 points, enough for him to do many things.

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

The huge tower energy spread along the tower body, lighting up all the patterns and runes on the four walls of the astrological table, and even the stone pillar was brightening inch by inch.

Finally, when the witchcraft energy poured into the strange crystal, the spire of the entire overlooking tower had become dazzling and blinding, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The wind stopped strangely!

The mist and dark clouds in the crystal also slowly dissipated, revealing a magnificent and strange world picture inside...

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