050, the arcane reappears on the mainland

"Did I disturb you?"

Yin was lying on the wall on the front of the castle in a daze. She heard a squeak of metal friction and turned her head. It was Haimerlin who came over alone in a wheelchair. She shook her head and continued to look at the gloomy sky without saying a word.

Parking the wheelchair three or five steps away from her, Haimerlin opened the topic with ten fingers: "Thanks to you for your timely action just now."

Yin hummed listlessly and casually asked, "How is Mr. Cameron's injury?"

After the enemy was wiped out by a tornado, everyone in the castle gathered in the hall. Cameron was injured with a sword and kept bleeding. Suti was also smashed with a big red and swollen bag on his forehead by the fallen bronze vase. The furniture was crooked, and the undead warriors lost too much. The castle had a defensive hole... What is urgently needed to do. Many, but Yin was in a daze on the wall.

"I didn't hurt the point, but after all, the teacher is old and shed so much blood. I'm afraid I have to rest for more than half a year," Heimlin saw her wavering mood, smiled and said, "You have made a decision, although you may not be reluctant."

Yin did not answer him, but turned around and sat down against the wall.

The wind is blowing.

At the moment of confrontation with the enemy, such an idea came to her mind. It was originally just a fragment of her consciousness, but it broke away from her consciousness and materialized into reality. The storm in fantasy really happened in front of her eyes, and the invisible wind turned into tangible lethality, according to her getting stronger and stronger. Lie's thought killed all the eight people who came to provoke.

This was her first time to kill someone. It was effortless, and she didn't even get a drop of blood on her hands.

Haimerlin was not in a hurry for her to answer, but looked at the fragmented earth in front of the castle and continued: "The power of arcane is really terrible. No, or the power of nature is the most terrible. Our ancestors thought that they had mastered the mysteries of various elements of nature and could use magic, which was to manipulate themselves. However, in fact, we still survive under the control of nature.

"Only arcane magicians can really manipulate nature. They can let the energy of everything in the world change according to their wishes, whether it is mountains, water, or people," he squinted, looking beyond the scene in front of him and seeing the distant past. "As long as you want, you can do it."

Yin lowered her head and stared at an ant crawling on the ground: "Although I don't like to be treated as a waste, I don't want to be treated as a monster."

Heimlin smiled and turned his wheelchair to come to her: "Isn't the first person to use magic as terrible as a monster? People are afraid of ignorance. If one day everyone knows the secret of arcane, will they still regard you as a monster?

"Bombs can also destroy a city. Aren't you afraid of bombs because you know gunpowder?" Yin asked unhappily.

"These are two different things."

"That's the same thing."

Heimlin was a little helpless. Just as he was looking for something else to convince her, he heard her ask, "Margaret... How did my mother do it in those years?"

"She shattered half of the mountain to block the flood flowing to the village, and set off a storm to repel the undead warriors who attacked the fortress. When the scarlet fever swept half of the empire, she risked the danger of being infected to treat patients, and even killed a nine-star Warcraft six-winged dragon with her own bait."

He stared at the person in front of him.

Hemerlin sat quietly in a wheelchair and said to her in an old-fashioned tone, "The terrible power is not necessarily used to destroy the world. People have good and evil, but magic does not."

"But she died in the end," Yin said stubbornly, "and she was executed."

"That's because she was betrayed..."

Yin Huoran stood up: "What about being betrayed? If everyone regards her as a hero, why should they kill her? While thanking her for the gospel she brought, she was afraid of her omnipotent power and cursed her to disappear quickly... Magic has no good and evil, but people have good and evil. Don't you want to destroy the power you can't control?

"Of course I think so." Blackcurrants somehow appeared at the door of the tower and looked at them from afar.

The insertion of the third party made it impossible to continue the conversation. Heimlin shrugged his shoulders regretfully and slowly left the tower on the other side.

Yin looked at the black gallon approach weakly: "Are you also trying to convince me?"

Blackcurrant just stretched out his hand to her: "Come with me."

Although the magician's castle mostly relies on directional teleportation arrays for space movement, occasionally there are people who can't use space-time control, so stairs are also necessary. Just like this moment, Yin is dragged by the blackcurrant and is climbing to the top of the highest tower of the castle, with a vertical height of 100 meters. Yin's legs, which were already weak, were so weak that he almost knelt down several times.

"I really can't climb..." Yin lay on the steps with a sad face, regardless of the dust on the steps that have not been cleaned all year round. "Xiaohei, carry me up!"

Blackcurrant shrugged his eyebrows. As expected, he squatted down and rushed up happily: "It's so good that my leg is about to break."

I thought there would be some surprise in the end of such a tired process, but when I got to the top of the tower, Yin turned her head and looked around. Except for being a little closer to the cloud like a lead block, there was nothing rare. I couldn't help but be very disappointed: "What on earth are you taking me here?"

Blackcurrant bent his knees and put her down to the ground, stamped her feet, and wanted to find another surprise, but he was straightened with his shoulders. His lips were hot, and he was kissed inexplicably.

"???" Yin opened her eyes wide and didn't understand the cause and effect here at all.

"This is the reward for carrying you."

Yin kicked over angrily: "Go to hell!"

Blackcurrant didn't avoid getting a kick. He turned around and squatted down in front of a wall. He waved his hand. He rubbed his hot face and followed him angrily: "What are you doing?" With that, he couldn't help looking along his line of sight.

There is a incomplete footprint at the root of the wall, which is clearly left on the loess that has been accumulated for many years.

Yin looked at it for a while and didn't look out of the door. She asked strangely, "Is there anything wrong with this footprint?"

Blackcurrant turned his head to look at her: "Whose footprint do you think this is?"

Whose footprints? Generally speaking, the footprints in the house are either the owner's or the guests'. Yin naturally replied, "Is it strange that they are either Mr. Kamen or someone who came to be a guest like us?"

Blackcurrant looked silently for a while. Yin was infected by his serious mood and squatted down: "What's the matter? Is a footprint worth making such a fuss?"

"This is not the footprints of Asson Cameron, nor is it the footprints of a guest," Blackcuron said in a low voice. "This is the footprint of the ocator who just caused the earthquake."

"Huh?!"

Yin was shocked by his words and asked like a cannon: "The footprints of the arcane master? He has been here? How did you get in? Why are you so sure of the arcane's footprints? Are the arcane's footprints different from those of normal people?

"The truth of arcane has actually been revealed many years ago." Blackcurrant answered the question.

Yin looked at him in astonishment and only heard him continue to say, "The secret book is very detailed, but I didn't look carefully. I only know that every arcane in history is good at time and space control."

"So, so what?" Yin is still confused. His commentary is so jumpy that he can't keep up with that pace with his own knowledge.

Blackcurrant frowned and didn't seem to want to continue talking, but Yin kept shaking his arm: "Say it quickly, what's going on? It's not so appetizing." Being worn out, he finally raised his hand and surrendered: "The arcane arts and space-time control rely on the spiritual power of the magician. In other words, the strength of the arcane art directly determines the size of the space movement range."

Yin was stunned and took his words: "That is to say, the arcane artist who just triggered the earthquake can enter and exit the castle at will through space movement without shocking Mr. Cameron at all?"

"Well," Blackcurrant stretched out his finger and twisted the loess. "This is a valley, and it is easy to get strong wind at night. If this footprint was left yesterday or earlier, it is now covered with a new layer of yellow sand."

So this footprint is newly left. Yin was inspired, and his head began to turn quickly. Although the castle belonged to Kamermeen's personal belongings, the probability of running up to see the scenery was too small. Hemerlin's one leg was disabled and could not walk on the ground at all, and naturally it would not leave footprints. Miceru and countless ghosts in the castle had no feet. Since Ji and Suti are probably tired and lying down in less than half of the climb. The only thing that has the ability to go up is blackcurrant, but if it is him, there is no need to tell anyone at all, because no one will come up and no one will see it.

The only way to enter the castle without being noticed by the owner is space movement. Space-time control and arcane complement each other. There were arcaneists in the previous battle... "Ah! We have all been cheated!" Yin suddenly exclaimed and grabbed Blackcurrant. "We all thought that one of the two magicians opposite was an arcane, but in fact, the real arcane was standing here, and later when I used the arcane storm, this person did not intervene... He was not with those people!"

Blackcurrant looked at her in silence. Yin thought that the magician might be still nearby and couldn't feel at ease. She dragged him down the tower and said, "Come on, we must tell Mr. Cameron about this immediately!"

"Wait, Yin," Blackcurrant squatted in place and didn't move. "Haven't you found it yet?"

"...what?" Yin couldn't help but stop.

Blackcurrant stood on his knees and looked down at the Stacked Kuzbeek Mountains in a solemn tone: "Someone is following you."

He stared at him in a daze.

"The portrait in Jerryman's hand, the vampire of Marco Polo, the ambush of the Gulu Mountain Road, and the spirit of the arcane earth a few hours ago. Everything happened around you without causing substantial damage to you. If these are the same person..."

Blackcurrant turned around and looked at her. The backlight angle made his expression look a little gloomy: "I'm familiar with your past and your exile, a high-level life priest who can use legal skills, and proficient in space-time control - can you think of such a person?"

Yin was stared at by him and could hardly breathe. His heart beat wildly, and he could hardly help shouting out the name.

A high-ranking priest who knows his past like the palm of his hand.

Idalus!