Whispering Verse

"No, this isn't some scam."

Mr. Madison shook his head while holding the wine glass:

"Thaumatology is definitely real. As for whether the ritual is really so complicated, I don't know. I only know that the last guy who learned this thaumaturgy did the same thing. That is a story, and the story itself is Describe the ritual.”

Shade was familiar with this kind of thing, and the sea return ceremony was also hidden in nursery rhymes.

"In fact, there is reason to suspect that most of the fairy tales, ballads and poems handed down from ancient times contain hidden elements of occultism."

"You are lucky that Shade came to investigate, but what are you going to do next? Since the church has noticed you, even if the spice itself is not a problem, sooner or later you will be focused on."

The doctor asked again, and Mr. Madison sighed:

"Then I can only leave Anthem Square temporarily and go to the countryside to sell spices. It's hard to find such a good place. In order not to pay protection fees to the gangs, I... forget it, safety is the most important thing. I can only get up early every day and go to the countryside to work as a traveling businessman. Mr. Hamilton, when you write the investigation report, please write directly that I suddenly disappeared. This way, your friends will not get into trouble, and I will not get into trouble. "

"no problem."

Shade nodded, and the doctor asked:

"What is the effect of your thaumaturgy?"

Only true friends can ask this kind of question. Mr. Madison didn’t care that Shade was present, and sighed and said:

"[Businessman Instinct] corresponds to the spiritual rune [Trade]. This is a passive form of thaumaturgy. Once I master this, I can subconsciously know the price of goods with anyone in the future, whether buying or selling. Psychological price point.”

Doctor Schneider and the stranger looked at each other with envy and surprise.

Mr. Madison, a six-ring warlock, is proficient in the art of alchemy, but his own fighting ability is not particularly outstanding. He and Dr. Schneider have known each other for many years. To be precise, Mr. Madison has known Dr. Schneider since he was only a first-level sorcerer.

Talking about this matter, Shade was a little curious about how Dr. Schneider's team was established. After all, when others in the group join, the senior one in the group is always Dr. Schneider.

It's just that the doctor doesn't seem to want to talk about it, and Shade doesn't feel like asking more. And when the doctor drank too much tea and got up to solve personal problems, Mr. Madison, who was wearing a turban, told Shade in a low voice:

"When I met Schneider, there were actually three people in your group. In addition to Schneider, who only had one level at that time, there was also a three-level warlock and an eight-level warlock in the group."

"Eight rings?"

Shade looked at this gentleman in surprise:

"I thought the correspondence magicians could only have six or seven levels at most."

"I don't know the specific situation, but that man was the most powerful correspondence ring magician in Tobesk fifteen years ago. I even heard Schneider say that that gentleman was already interested in advancing to the ninth ring in Tobesk. Then I applied for tenure directly after entering St. Byrons.”

Talking about this incident, the middle-aged man wearing a turban was still very sad:

"It's amazing."

The rules of the three major colleges are basically the same, and the rules for going to the colleges are also the same. In other words, the people with the highest levels in the group will be happy to look for new talents when the group is short of people. Therefore, it is very rare for correspondence magicians who are ready to be promoted to high levels to appear.

"What happened then? Mr. Madison, to be honest, I haven't heard anyone talk about it. I always thought it was the doctor who built our group from scratch."

"No, no, he is also a talent found by his predecessors. As for the two who are higher than Schneider..."

He quietly stretched his head to look in the direction of the corridor, and then whispered:

"Schneider never mentioned it on his own initiative, and you don't want to say it was me who said it. There was a famous local incident more than ten years ago. Two of the more senior ring warlocks in your group died in that accident. It is said that , the gentleman with the eighth ring and the lady with the third ring are lovers, and the lifelong dream of the gentleman with the eighth ring is to enter St. Byrons and become a teacher."

Mr. Madison paused for a moment, shaking the wine glass in his hand rather melancholy, watching the beer foaming:

"I happened not to be in Tobesk when that incident happened, and later I heard rumors that it was those two people who saved Schneider, who only had one ring at the time. This was a huge blow to him, and even the Ring Warlock's studies were affected by it. He fell behind a lot and was not very willing to recruit new group members. Later, Schneider vowed to inherit that gentleman's wish and went to St. Byrons to become a professor..."

He sighed, and Shade looked at him in surprise.

"Otherwise, Mr. Hamilton, why do you think Bill Schneider, who had such a successful career in Tobesk, was so determined to go to St. Byrons?"

Mr. Madison shook his head:

"Sometimes, inheriting other people's wishes is more terrifying than having your own wishes."

Shade pondered the last sentence:

"Who said this?"

"I said."

said Mr. Madison, and continued the story:

"Let me tell you what happened more than ten years ago. What happened that year was only worse than this year. Someone opened a level 0 relic in the city. Hamilton, you know level 0 ? Then evil..."

"What are you talking about?"

The doctor came over and asked with a smile. He probably didn't hear what the two were talking about.

"Rhodes, we're talking about Rhodes!"

Shade said immediately, and then winked at Mr. Madison. The middle-aged man in a turban understood:

"Yes, we were just talking about Rhodes cards. I told Mr. Hamilton that the owner of this hotel is also a master of Rhodes cards, and he likes to gamble with others using special cards."

"Oh, Shade, don't forget what Priest August said, don't be addicted to gambling."

The doctor said worriedly that what happened just now was considered a fool.

Adult men have their own things to do, so after chatting for a while at the Three Cats Inn, they left separately.

Before leaving, Shade and Mr. Madison exchanged business cards. This was how Shade learned that Mr. Madison's true occupation was actually a spice merchant. But they are not the small businessmen doing business in the square, but the real big merchants in Xiacheng District.

Shade was interested in continuing to inquire about past events from this gentleman, but judging from how busy he was, he might not be able to do so today. But Mr. Madison gave Shade a small bottle of sleeping spices as a gift, which was regarded as a meeting gift for the two of them to get to know each other.

Living in Delrayon, known as the Pearl of the North, it’s a good idea to have a few friends.

"Doctor, St. Byrons is on the great ice cap in the far north, so where is the Sussex School of Medicine?"

The doctor would pass by Saint Teresa Square when he returned to the clinic, so Shade got into the carriage with him.

"I heard it was in the sea."

"Hai Li?"

This is an answer I haven't thought of.

"In the sea in the south of the Old World, but I definitely don't know the specific location. It is said that the founder of the Serkses Higher Medical School used some kind of large-scale ceremony to open up a huge water-sheltered space on the seabed. Shade, Don’t think too highly of each other, after all, St. Byrons is also Miss Feliana, a survivable space carved out from the extreme cold. The living conditions north of the extreme northern ice cap are no better than those in the deep sea.”