Black Scepter Chapter 46: Tarot card, magician

Second, ask for a red ticket!

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Humir’s father narrowed his eyes in the distance, but didn’t speak. He just watched his son walk back in a state of loss, pale and dull.

"The road ahead is long, never be complacent. The Windsor kids gave you a lesson for me. To be honest, I should thank him, otherwise you won’t end up as a talent."

Humil’s father wears a medal representing Archmage on his chest. He has the status of court magician and he also has the title of Count of the Empire. He is also directly responsible for most of the magic resources of Constantinople for the emperor. How low is Windsor.

He is also one of the few people who have just been able to chat with Windsor. The old nobles have their own wisdom in dealing with them. In the face of the behavior of the old friend’s son to his son, he has a steel scale in his heart, and the bottom line is there If it is not touched, then it is possible.

He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his son’s forehead. The old count just said a word in his ear gently: "Don’t look down on anyone, a human who is vulnerable to a disease and can take his life, less established A few enemies, make more friends, and live longer, that is the winner."

Humir nodded and just wanted to say something, but suddenly found that the whole venue of the dinner party was suddenly quiet.

The dinner was halfway through. At this moment, Duke Azshara had retired, and most of the people had finished the first dance, but there were some quiet talks at the door, which made the people in the house together. Turning his head, he saw an unbelievable scene.

The door of the entrance hall was gently pushed open, and the two old men walked in, then stood on both sides of the door like a servant. The white robe on their bodies and the silver embroidery thread on the edge indicated that they belonged to Pansell School of Magic and belonged to the school. Backbone-level characters, but also one of the huge brackets of imperial magic power.

High-end Archmage.

The badge representing superb strength is shining. This is not a magician that can be encountered at any time in the Constantinople Magic Academy. The Humir who has just been complacent about his achievements is just a first-level magician, from this level up. After the middle-level and high-level magisters are the first-level and middle-level Archmage, the last is the high-level Archmage. The level crossed represents the difference between strength and status.

But this is not the main event, and the figure that gently steps into the main hall is the one that can hold your breath.

A dazzling white pure white robe with wide sleeves and diamond-like crystal borders, a staff with a white light shining. How tall is each person, and gently hit the ground, each A moment will cause a faintly diffused, cloud-like ripple, not an old face, slightly gray hair, a hooked nose, and sharp eyes, so that no one in the house dares to look at it.

Humir’s father got up first, and he did not hesitate to bow to the mage in front of him—the only person who could make him salute like this, except for His Majesty the Emperor.

Holy Dome Archmage, Freud.

"Tap."

The gentle tapping of the wand seems to be buckled in the atrium, and the aristocrats who stand up and salute around have different postures, but the meaning of the expression is self-evident-this is pure, pure respect for the person standing at the top of the power pyramid.

Morpheus narrowed his eyes—is this the one who waved his hand and rejected his father’s request?

The atmosphere of the evening where the atmosphere was still quite relaxed suddenly became abnormal. The new generation of nobles such as Nina, who held their breath, also included those majestic middle-aged people who had not seen this horrible Archmage. noble.

Windsor and a few old nobles got up to salute their chests, and the Holy Vault Archmage just saluted these few people, and ignored the rest.

No one thinks this is arrogant.

“I’m sorry to disturb you at the dinner. I didn’t come here today to dance a waltz with you or discuss some unimportant topics, just because I have something...need to discuss with a younger generation. Just a moment.” Freud took a slight step, his eyes slightly shifted, and then squinted. The next moment, he suddenly locked Morpheus standing in the corner, "Um...Morpheus Windsor, for Pansell School of Magic rejecting you For admission application, I said that no exceptional decision will be made."

He walked towards Morpheus, his robe was automatic without wind, and he was awe-inspiring.

"It’s just that this is not because you are not qualified. My old bones need to explain it to you personally. If Pansell School of Magic is a stage, I can only say that it is for you-not big enough. ."

The words hit the ground like a heavy hammer, knocking on everyone's atrium and shocking.

"Bring a greeting, because we have the same heritage."

A faint light flashed through, and Freud had a thin wand in his right hand that was originally empty-unlike the large wand, this slim wand is more suitable for young mages. Use, the condensing element speed is much faster than the large staff of the same level, but obviously, this is suitable for fast-paced close combat, for the big Archmage like Freud, the power of the staff in hand And deterrence is more important.

Because such a staff can store one or more spells, it will also take a lot of time and effort to activate.

But what is important is not the rarity of the magic wand, but the simple phrase "Teacher a line" of the Holy Dome Archmage!

Morpheus was a little stunned, and then remembered the mentor Della’s style and her mysterious strength. Even though she felt that there was not much surprise in saying something like this to the man in her 100s, she took it with her hands, Respectful and gentle.

The pure black wand started cold, and Freud smiled, reached out and patted Morpheus on the shoulder, no more words, but nodded to the qualified nobles in the distance, Without staying in the field for more than half a second, he turned away.

Two high-level Archmage followed behind respectfully, and the door of the hall closed gently with the power of the element brought up, leaving the silent crowd in the house.

Morpheus looked down at the wand and didn’t seem to notice how his identity changed in everyone’s eyes—the young men who had just disdained Morpheus in the distance shook their fingers slightly, they had already said no Speak up.

That is the Holy Vault Archmage!

If it’s not because of Morpheus today, they don’t expect to see this legendary character up close in this life-in the hearts of the nobles of Constantinople, this big Archmage is even rarer than His Majesty the Emperor, But for several children who study magic, there is like seeing the true **** in the magic palace up close!

The Morpheus, which became the protagonist at the moment as the entire banquet, held this magic wand and turned away from the hall, thus ending his first formal dinner.

"Is it a joke of the tutor?"

Morpheus boarded the carriage with a hint of wry smile, leaving a lonely back to the powerful or deceitful nobles, although young, but with a trace of indescribable decay.

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Freud turned around and left in a special carriage of the Academy of Magic. The two high-end Archmage did not speak behind them until this not-so-carous team stopped in front of the main entrance of Pansell School of Magic. An old man with a beard on his chest whispered: "Master Dean, this kind of behavior...is it some..."

"Out of line?"

Freud's staff lightly tapped on the ground, and the clear voice made all the college guards around to stand up and salute, not daring to be a little slack.

The old man who asked the question muttered, bowed his head, and dared not speak.

"Even if it is rushing to the Holy Gabriel Empire to perform the "Judgement of Heaven", as soon as she makes this request, I will do it immediately. I said so, do you understand?"

The footsteps of the two high-level Archmage tremors slightly, and their eyes no longer dare to raise their eyes.

It seems that only the character who exists in the legend can make Sacred Dome Archmage Freud say this-and inadvertently the two are in contact with a person who cannot be confirmed. fact.

In the ancient book "The Origin of the Tarot", there is a detailed account of the various origins of the Tarot that is popular in the mainland. The Tarot itself is a prop for divination. The earliest is Some of the guys in the rivers and lakes who claim to be "dividers" are used for fortune-telling, but before these people popularize Tarot's role, its existence is not only about divining by shuffling and cutting cards to interpret cards. Simple, Giles Eggman's "The Origin of the Tarot Card" was written three hundred years ago, and was later revised by future generations~IndoMTL.com~ For the key issue of "origin", he, and a dozen later revisions One of the most respected claims comes from the legendary organization.

First of all, one of the most basic accepted facts is that the tarot cards are created by magicians.

It is well known that the "Golden Compass Council" is the highest council in the magic world, and the Holy Dome Archmage Freud is one of them. It can be described as a model for reaching the peak, but according to Giles Egman’s inference, after a lot of historical facts After corroborating it, he had an idea that was ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, that is, there is another stronger and more concealed parliament in the world, which overrides the "golden compass" that has existed for 800 years. Above the "Parliament," silently overlooks all beings in the world.

And it was this group of people who created the tarot cards.

The characters who can be listed on this set of cards are all mainland leaders. According to the name of each card of the 22 cards of the big Akana, the category of these characters is determined, such as the serial number of zero. "Fool", No. 1 "Magician", No. 13 "Reaper", etc. Every twenty-two years, a new set of Tarot cards will be produced by an unknown organization. It is obvious that every time a deck is made, the tarot card will have its own serial number. From the first deck, the current set of tarot cards is already the 39th set.

Freud is ranked as the No. 1 "magician" in the 39th set of tarot cards, which means the recognized peak of the magician, but allows Freud to say what he just said, only It may be the predecessor of the "magician" that appeared on the Tarot cards in the past.

The woman referred to by "she" only appeared in the sequence before the tarot card, and also appeared in the set with the serial number "one"-this means that the same is the Ph.D. The woman of the Lloyd Inter-Morpheus tutor is over 850 years old.