Throne of Magical Arcana

The haggard old man sighed with a sense of vicissitudes: "I know his teacher."

"Old man, are you a legendary magician from an ancient magic empire?" Lucien was not too surprised. After the destruction of the three ancient magic empires, there were quite a few remaining legendary magicians. After all, they all mastered a variety of strange spells. Some of them hide in the depths of the dark mountains, while others hide in different spaces such as the "Dark Plateau" and other regions like the "Ice Queen". A legendary magician is not too strange.

And the teacher of His Excellency the Speaker fell in the "Battle of Antifleur" during the Dawn War, and he was obviously a strong man in the ancient magic empire period.

The old man was skinny, like a mummy without bandages, and said with a little emotion: "Our ancient magicians can't keep up with the times. Look at Douglas, how long it took to become the pinnacle of legend, far surpassing me, What are you doing in hell?"

"I plan to explore the ancient ruins in the depths of hell, and I will go to Silent Hell to find the special star core hidden by the former Duke of Frost." Lucien did not hide it. Since this legendary magician lives in hell, he is very happy. May know something, "By the way, old man, I don't know what to call you?"

Lucien recalled the recorded ancient legendary magician, trying to confirm the identity of the old man.

"Hey, I'm just an old guy waiting to die in hell. What do you want with a name and title?" The old man touched the top of his head, and his white hair fell off. "The ancient ruins in the depths of hell? The star core? Young man, you should be a legendary magician who was recently promoted by the Magic Council, right? I advise you not to take too many risks."

"I have been to the ancient ruins twice, and both times I was almost lost in it, becoming a shadow that wanders forever. In order to explore the empire, there are more than six legends who have clearly fallen. The ones who can enter and exit safely are basically Tano. His Excellency, Douglas and the others are at the pinnacle of legends, this is not counting the possible shots of the 'Lord of Hell'."

"As for the star core hidden by the former Frost Duke, it was a matter of one or two thousand years ago. I suspect that it was taken away long ago, otherwise the Frost Duke would not have no clues now."

Lucien listened quietly to the old man's narration, and compared it with the information on the ancient hell that he had obtained from His Excellency the Speaker, Mr. Rhine and the others, he felt a little strange. Strange magic, more or less gloomy and mysterious, few people are as nagging as this old man but full of good intentions.

"You think I'm wordy?" The old man smiled, "How could I talk nonsense with young people like you before? If you want to die, go ahead and die, but I have been in hell for thirty years and stayed quietly with her. After thirty years, people have become soft and compassionate, otherwise Maman, a special soul body, would have become my experimental product long ago."

"Thirty years? Her?" Lucien didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked about the old man with great interest. Only by getting closer can he ask for information.

The old man's wrinkled face suddenly softened: "Since you are in hell, why not go to my 'Soul Paradise' tavern, which is in 'Silent Hell'."

"Okay." Lucien nodded with a smile, he had to go to "Silent Hell" anyway.

The old man stopped talking, and Lucien also leisurely looked at the surrounding blazing flames and the majestic steel buildings in the flames,

After waiting for a while, Maman ran back happily: "Grandpa, the 'Water Soul Wine' has been sent to the old place, and they can send it to the 'Soul Paradise' today."

"Let's go, go home." The old man patted Maman's head lovingly.

Lucien followed them, along the River Styx, passed through the first few floors of hell, and arrived at the snow-covered plain all the way.

On the plain, the cold wind seemed to be able to tear the soul into pieces, but there was no sound. In addition, the ice field was vast and snowflakes were flying, and no other souls and demons could be seen while walking. The feeling of silence has changed spontaneously.

Lucien didn't need to look to know that in the ice layer under the snow, souls were frozen one by one. They were frozen inside, without consciousness or consciousness, sleeping forever in the cold and darkness.

The cold wind of peace, tranquility, and death swirled around Lucien and the old man, but they were bounced away by inexplicable force, and even Maman was not frozen in the cold wind.

I don't know how long it took before a small town appeared in front of it. The outside was surrounded by ice crystals, and inside were rows of houses built with "warm blood stone" - this is a specialty of "Silent Hell", which can effectively resist The cold that freezes the soul and the wind that tears the soul.

In the main material world, because things are rare and expensive, a warm blood stone of ordinary quality is equal to fifty gold tales, and this place can be used to build a small town.

The residents of the town are wandering souls, male and female, old and young, with translucent bodies. They are similar to Maman, with normal IQ, but they lack the strange feeling of enthusiasm and sunshine.

"Old guy, you're back. I'm waiting for the flaming wine." A strong man with a goatee floated over, staring greedily at the storage bag in the hands of Maman and the old man.

In "Silent Hell", the soul can also enjoy the flaming wine.

The old man chuckled and said, "You drunkard, next time I'm frozen outside because I'm drunk, I won't take responsibility."

Lucien gave the old man a weird look, but he didn't mind being called an old guy by ordinary souls. It seemed that this legendary magician didn't pay much attention to the strict hierarchy of the ancient magic empire.

While talking with the souls, the old man walked towards the tavern in the center of the town with his storage bag. Maman was a few steps behind and looked at Lucien curiously: "Sir, aren't you a human? Why have I never seen it before?" A human like you has a warm body and devil-like muscles."

"Human? What kind of human?" Lucien asked amusedly.

Maman's face was slightly transparent, his chin was raised, and he said proudly like a child: "I am a human being."

"Who told you?" Lucien probably guessed who it was.

Ma Man opened his eyes wide in doubt: "Of course it's Grandpa."

Speaking of grandpa, he suddenly became depressed, and seemed to have found someone to confide in: "But grandpa never let me exercise with the uncles, but just let me do useless meditation."

"Your grandpa is a very powerful person, you can't go wrong if you listen to him." Lucien smiled and patted him on the head.

"How could it be? Uncles and aunts all said that grandpa is just an ordinary old man who has no strength at all except being able to cook delicious food and make fine wine." Maman seriously refuted Lucien's words.

Uh, a special soul has a legendary magician grandfather who hides his identity. It’s really like a bard story, Lucien thought amusedly, and didn’t bother to explain to Maman, and followed the old man into the "Soul Paradise" tavern .

The layout of the tavern is different from that of the main material world, but at the bar stands a female soul with a vague and dull face.

"I'm back, this time I bought a hundred bottles of water soul wine..." The old man walked into the bar and reported to the female soul naggingly. Although he was only talking about the daily "purchase account", his expression was Soft and satisfying.

However, this female soul still maintained a dull state, mechanically wiping the wine glass.

The old man talked for a long time, and it took a long time before he turned his head and looked at Lucien who was sitting in front of the bar, and introduced, "This is my wife, would you like a bottle of Flaming Wine?"

Lucien shook his head and asked curiously, "How did you find it?"

Normally speaking, souls who enter hell cannot recognize their original identities.

"She died because of one of my mistakes, so I can prepare in advance and use a special method to mark the soul." The old man opened a bottle of flame wine by himself, and took a sip directly, "But, even if I have a new understanding of the soul Even if you have a deep grasp, you can't understand its essence and its transformation, so the one you find in the end is only a little better than an ordinary soul, and maybe it will disappear completely in a hundred years."

Lucien nodded. From this description, he probably guessed which legendary magician this old man was. After all, not many survived who were so good at the soul domain.

The old man continued: "After I found her, I will stay here with her, watching her quietly, making up for past mistakes, hey, time flies so fast, thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Those souls outside are the product of your experiments?" Lucien didn't believe that a legendary magician would give up easily.

"En." The old man nodded slightly, and took another sip of wine, "I tried to wake up their memory, but in the end I only let them recover their thinking ability. Compared with before, they are completely different people, and with time The passage of time will also completely dissipate or freeze in the ice layer, falling into eternal silence."

"It's a pity." Lucien said after a moment of silence, "It's a pity that the parliament's research on the soul is still close to making a breakthrough."

What Lucien was actually referring to was not the Magic Council, but himself.

The old man cast his eyes on Lucien's face: "The soul is the most illusory domain, which is in fundamental contradiction with the arcane art that emphasizes evidence and mathematics. Even Vicente, a genius who is rare in the Necromancer domain in a thousand years, is only There is a little breakthrough. Although I have not been out of hell for thirty years and my news is blocked, thirty years is a very short time in magic research. I remember that in order to study a certain characteristic of the soul, I spent a full year near the River Styx. One hundred and twenty-seven years."

Before Lucien could speak, a refreshing and gentle male voice suddenly sounded from the door: "Hehe, although it's hard to believe, I can say with certainty that the development of arcane arts and magic in the past thirty years has surpassed that of the three ancient magic empires." Ten thousand years."

Without turning his head, a figure appeared in Lucien's mental force field. He was wearing a white thin suit, with pale and sickly skin, bright red eyes, and a pair of small silver-white horns on his forehead, which were painted with dense patterns. .

From his undisguised aura, Lucien can clearly judge that he is the current "Duke of Frost" and "Lord of Mysteries" Memphis!

Please recommend tickets~ By the way, to correct a problem, I misremembered the name of the unlucky lord of the first floor of hell again, and used his title on the lord of the third floor, so, from now on, his name, his name 'Bronze Dukes'. This book seems to have made this mistake twice. The last time was when he gave his name to the Lord of Hell, and this time it was his title. . Could it be, did I have a grudge against him in my previous life?