Chapter 249 Deviance and Belief

Carmel twisted awkwardly, and the rune armor pieces floating in the air made a slight collision sound with his movements, but that strange feeling came and went quickly, and he didn't wait for him. I figured out what was going on, and everything seemed to be back to normal again.

To be honest, Carmel has not had this kind of "feeling" for many, many years - since he lost his human form, he has lost most of the human perception, and replaced it with the ability to detect the surrounding with magic, He wasn't even sure if what he felt just now was an "itch"—this feeling was so far away, so far away that he only had such a vague impression. When this feeling suddenly appeared just now, he even I was startled and thought something was wrong with my body.

Jenny in front of him looked quite worried: "Master Carmel, are you really... all right?"

"It doesn't matter, it should be just a little uncomfortable after coming to a new magical environment. I can go back and adjust my energy flow," Carmel said buzzingly, and manipulated the magic to make those formulas on the table full of formulas. The manuscript paper of the calculation process floated around him, and his voice was filled with admiration and surprise, "I still can't believe... You can actually sum up these things..."

"Not just me, but also Mr. Ravencrest, Mr. Wild Mage, they laid the foundation, I just summed it up," Jenny corrected seriously, looking straight at Carmel's head boldly The arcane sparks that jumped at two points, "the lord once said: the truth of the world should tend to be concise and clear, exploring the truth is the right of everyone, and people's magical talent should not become a shackle that restricts thinking... "

"The shackles of thinking..." Carmel pondered, thoughtfully, "Everyone has the right to think - this is a sentence that the magisters in Gondor often talked about, but few people would To really extend it to everyone, we've gotten so used to the fact that only magicians are qualified to inquire into the truth that we've almost forgotten... that ordinary people can think too."

He looked around at the manuscript papers floating around him, and at the same time, the magical mechanisms he had seen in the machine shop could not help popping up in his mind, and he thought of those "mortals" who operated and even designed magical mechanisms as a researcher in magic. For many years, the ancient magister who has seen the magical civilization of Gondor, of course, can realize what these things mean.

Even ordinary people without the slightest magical talent can control the power of magic as long as they have enough knowledge - not only can they be used, but they can even be researched and invented to promote the development of technology.

Carmel is a researcher, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know anything about things like social development, he can imagine how these technologies will affect human civilization, and what makes him confused is that he doesn't know This effect is good or bad.

"Noble magic is just a tool in the end..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Magic is not noble, it's just a kind of power," Jenny retorted immediately, but she shrank her neck as soon as she finished speaking, "This is what the lord said..."

However, the expected scene of "ancient mages furious" did not appear, and Camille just let out a series of hoarse laughter: "You seem to worship your lord?"

"The lord is a great man," Jenny whispered. "He's farther than all of us think, sees through..."

"If he believes that this is good for mankind, then I will support him, after all I have sworn allegiance," Carmel chuckled, laying the manuscripts neatly on the table and turning to look To Jenny, "Can I take a manuscript back to study? I'm interested in these things..."

"Of course!" Jenny nodded hastily, and was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so interested in these things.... I thought a great magus like you would be angry after seeing such things, After all... Treating mystical magic as a tool is deviant in the eyes of many magicians,

My mentor once nearly killed me for this. "

"Is it deviant... maybe it is," Carmel sneered softly, "but do you know what I did?"

Jenny shook her head honestly: "I...don't know."

"I've done even more deviant things," Carmel said flatly. "All of us are... we're the most deviant researchers ever chosen by thousands, so what you're working on is not good for me. Words are nothing, and I'd love to study them with you."

Jenny lowered her head happily: "Master Carmel, this is my honor."

"In this field, you are the master," Carmel was very modest in this regard. "A lot of what I have learned is no longer applicable in this era, and it is necessary to learn it again. On the academic road, honor is only It belongs to someone who is capable... eh?"

"Master Carmel?"

"It's nothing, I'm itching again..." Carmel twisted awkwardly and suddenly turned in a certain direction. In the brief moment just now, he finally sensed the magic fluctuations that caused him to "itch" From what direction, "Where's that over there?"

"Over there? There are basically residential areas and warehouses over there..." Jenny was stunned, "Ah, but there is a magic laboratory at the end of the street, which belongs to Ms. Hetty. She should be doing experiments in the laboratory now. ."

"Magic experiment?" Carmel's tone was curious, "Interesting...I want to take a look."

...

In the fortress of disobedience in the shadow world, the material handling work has come to an end.

Most of the useful samples and ancient equipment are packed in boxes and transported to the fortresses in the present world through Might and Magic. Most of those that cannot be transported are large equipment connected to the main body of the building or have been clearly harmful and unsuitable for transport. Contaminants in outer space, and as the removal work draws to a close, the fortress facility is gradually returning to calm.

Pittman stood at the top of the fortress of disobedience, the heavy separation wall had been opened, and through the translucent "divine protection barrier", he quietly stared at the chaotic broken world outside the barrier, watching the floating world. The great white deer among the large rubble and metal wreckage.

The soldiers passing by occasionally glanced at the old Druid curiously. They were surprised that this old man, who had never been serious in his life, could have such a deep and solemn appearance, but no one came to talk to them - they were still busy. Finish the final work to get out of this spooky place early.

There are also soldiers who will take a curious look at the corpse of the giant deer Amorn outside the protective barrier, but they also don't pay too much attention to this huge creature's corpse - only a few people know the truth about this white giant deer, and know the truth. The attacker has been given a gag order, and now ordinary soldiers have no idea what amazing secrets are buried in this fortress. What they get about this fortress is just an ancient research base for studying ancient powerful creatures, and floating in the fortress. The white giant deer in the other space is a monster that has been dead for many years - this explanation is easier to accept than directly telling them that this place is a slice for gods.

But Pittman knew the truth about the white giant deer. Gawain told him about the "disobedient" fortress and the fortress of disobedience, and even if Gawain didn't say it, the moment he saw the giant deer Amoen, Pittman can also understand what it is.

He has been standing here for a long time, staring at the remains of the God of Nature for such a long time, his wrinkled face is tense, he can't see any emotional changes, and people can't guess what he is thinking. It wasn't until there was no one around him that he sighed softly: "It's really dead..."

Then he silently took out from his bosom the silver disc, the oak flakes, the blessed twigs and acorns, and out of these he built a small altar in front of the partition, and he lit the oak flake in the center of the altar, Sprinkling a pinch of pollen on the small flame, his movements were meticulous, as precise and capable as those Druid priests whose inheritance had not been interrupted three thousand years ago.

There are very few Druids in the world today who can master such a complete sacrificial movement.

However, the flame in the center of the altar just burns quietly, and gradually goes out as the fuel runs out. The god of nature is in sight, but the altar cannot evoke even the slightest miracle.

Pittman didn't care about this, he just quietly completed this short but complete ritual, watching the contents of the altar completely burned by the flames before raising his head, looking at the white shimmering in the dark. Julu corpse, he suddenly showed a smile:

"You are lying here, it seems that the god of nature will never appear again."

After saying this, Pittman turned around and left the place without any hesitation.

He passed through the disobedient fortresses that had been evacuated, through the ancient fortresses in the dark mountains, and it took him a long time to walk back to the territory. Over the forest on the west side, and in the fading sky, he saw a group of people leaving the only church in town.

These should be the commoners who had just finished their prayers, with peaceful and indifferent smiles on their faces, while the priest of the Holy Light, like a berserker, stood in front of the church door, watching the last group of prayers leave.

Wright had already seen Pittman who was approaching him. The peculiar pastor of the Holy Light started to greet him with a loud voice from a distance: "Old man! Come in and sit down? I still have some unfinished noodles! "

The sacrament cookies distributed by the Church of the Holy Light of Cecil, each one is made by Pastor Wright himself.

So it never ends.

Pittman thought about his teeth and stomach, and felt that as an old man, there was no need to challenge things that young people were afraid to challenge, so he declined Wright's kindness, but went into the church anyway.

"It's rare for you to come here," Pastor Wright lit the magic spar lamp in the church and handed a glass of clear water to Pittman, "I'm afraid you are the only one in the entire territory who has come to the church the least—even Miss Amber has come more than you. frequently.”

Pittman asked subconsciously, "Did you lose something?"

Wright was able to continue the topic smoothly: "I really have nothing to lose here, so Miss Amber hasn't come around much recently."

Pittman was stunned for a while, then laughed silently, and after a few laughs, he sighed softly: "Are you firm in your faith?"

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