Dust of History Chapter 2: Unexpected
This is the cathedral of the Academy of Magic. Asa had never been in, he rarely came near it, and the solemn solemnity of this majestic building made him uncomfortable.
Only when you are in this tall building can you fully appreciate the special power of religion. Even though he never believed in any gods, he felt an awe-inspiring solemnity in his surroundings.
The tens-meter-high roof and the huge interior give people a sense of vastness, profoundness and grandeur. The murals fully display the majesty and ambiguity of God. The sound of the pipe organ filled the air, and it was impossible to tell where the hoarse and heavy tone came from. It seemed that this was an attribute of the sound inherent in the surrounding dignified environment, and it was an illusion naturally produced from this awe-inspiring atmosphere. .
Asa doubted that the two priests leading the way had received special training in this area. They strode in such a solemn environment without making a sound, as if they had long been used to blending into the surrounding atmosphere, leaving only their own footsteps. The voice was small and solitary echoing in this empty room, as if it was setting off the majesty around it. Asa had the feeling that he had been shocked by the majesty in this dignified environment, as if he was just an insignificant existence.
Two priests led him through the worship hall and into a long corridor. Walking to the end of the corridor, the pastor opened the door and said respectfully to the inside: "My lord, you have already arrived."
This is a small room with a small table and two chairs, surrounded by bookshelves. Compared with the solemnity and majesty of the church outside, it seems to be a bit isolated from the outside world. Only a few windows are opened at the height of the wall to let in light. His Excellency, Bishop Ronis, was next to the bookshelf. He put the books in the book back on the shelf and nodded to the two priests, "Okay. Step back. Close the door and remember not to let others in."
"Yes." The two priests exited and closed the door. All the sounds and atmosphere outside were suddenly cut off.
Asaleng was a little nervous at the door. He knew that the person in front of him was someone who was worshiped by all the people in the empire.
"Don't be nervous, sit down." Bishop Ronnies smiled at him kindly, and pointed to the chair. His pure white silk robe and thin face looked like a recluse who didn't care about world affairs, which matched the simplicity of the surroundings very well, and did not make people feel the slightest pressure. Asa felt relieved, and really sat down. He didn't know that according to etiquette, only His Majesty the Emperor is qualified to sit when the bishop is standing and talking to others.
"This is a room specially built by me," Bishop Ronnies pointed to the surrounding walls. "It is completely sound-proofed from the outside, and people outside can't see it. So when there are only two people, you can safely avoid those common etiquettes. I still like to speak without worrying about etiquette. Once there are too many rules, people will Often you only pay attention to the rules and forget what you really have to do." His expression was very easygoing, and his tone, including his tone, was neither arrogance nor pretentious. The combination of this kind of casual demeanor and his extremely prominent status makes people more awed from the heart.
"I heard that you got a leaf from the World Tree?" Bishop Ronis picked up the pot on the small table and poured a cup of tea, and asked in a very casual tone, as if he was just asking if someone bought a leaf Green vegetables. "Then you used it to save another person?" Sandro's tone seemed quite fast.
Asa nodded and said: "Yes." He was very upset. Although he was sure that the bishop would not ridicule him like Sandro, he was also very reluctant to be blamed by such a respectable old man. . Fortunately, Bishop Ronnies just shook his head with a wry smile, looked at him with some approval and said, "I can see that you are a very kind person." Bishop Roniss handed the cup in his hand to Asa. "Try how about this tea, I made it."
Asa took a sip, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know how to drink this kind of tea, but it's very bitter."
Bishop Ronis chuckled and said, "I heard that making tea in some countries is an art. It must be a very laid-back country if you can learn a lot about it." He sat on the chair next to Asa Next say. "Okay, tell me how you got the leaf of the world tree. To be more specific, I believe this will be a wonderful story." He looked at it with a smile and expectation, as if it was true Just waiting to hear a good story.
The eyes of Bishop Ronnies, who seemed to have not slept well for a long time, seemed hazy at first glance, but once you meet them, you will find two small candles flickering in the distance of those eyes. Bright but with a scorching look. Being watched by such a pair of eyes, it feels difficult to deal with it with a perfunctory attitude.
Asa recounted everything he encountered since he met the man in red. Of course, he omitted the main points of how he hijacked the imperial envoy and magistrate. As for what Elf Elder Crane said to him, because he didn't care at all, and he dismissed the rigidity of the elves, thinking that it was just their own wishful nonsense, so even he almost forgot up. It's just that the elves didn't allow him to leave the forest because they were strange about some ancient legends and rules.
But Bishop Ronis didn't pay much attention to this, he seemed to be very interested in the matter of the red-robed man, and asked every detail from time to time. He smiled slightly, and occasionally nodded with a deeper smile, and occasionally took a deep breath with a bitter smile. The expression on that overly skinny face is very vivid, but I don't know whether it is the illusion caused by his identity or his original temperament, whether it is peaceful or smiling, it will not give people the feeling of wanting to get close, as if There is an indistinguishable majesty in it.
After listening to Asa's narration, he withdrew his eyes and looked at the opposite bookshelf in a daze, as if he wanted to rearrange and summarize what he had just heard in his mind. Asa didn't dare to interrupt, but just watched him from the sidelines.
Finally, Bishop Ronis looked back and asked Asa: "Have you heard of the Necromancer Guild?"
Asa nodded. Almost no one has not heard the name. It is an association formed by black magicians who believe in death in a valley called Diya in the southernmost part of the mainland. Legend has it that they eat human flesh, drink blood, manipulate zombies and ghosts, and are almost synonymous with horror.
"The magician you met in the Whispering Forest just now is a member of the Necromancer Guild."
Asa nodded, he probably guessed it early in the morning.
"Sandro is also a member of the Necromancer Guild, at least a long time ago."
"Huh?" Asa was very surprised, it was really hard for him to connect the old man who had lived with him for so long and would still go out on the street every day with the terrifying monster that was said to eat human flesh and drink human blood. I really didn't expect it, and I didn't expect it at all.
"For a long time, because of the lack of a real leader among them, they have gradually become a relatively loose organization of magicians, and some have completely separated from them, such as Sandro. But there has always been a small The extremists are determined to cover the world with darkness and death. Over the years, they have been operating secretly, constantly demagogic within the empire, establishing pagan organizations, dividing and shaking the people's beliefs. This kind of destruction is the most dangerous .Once the belief collapses, the whole country will also lose control. There are countless wars and tragedies caused by the madness of belief in history.”
"Do you know what the book you lent to Duke Mrak's daughter is?" Bishop Ronis suddenly brought the topic to Asa's concern.
"I don't know." Asa found himself a little guilty, like a child who has done something wrong and is waiting for an adult to judge. Before he knew it, he was completely overwhelmed by Bishop Ronnies' plain majesty.
"That was the note left by Archibald, the founder of the Necromancer Guild. It recorded all kinds of magical things he knew in ancient texts. More importantly, it also recorded an article said to be his Dark meditation created for the leader of the Necromancer Guild."
Asa swallowed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Bishop Ronnies didn't pay attention.
"Fortunately, no one has been able to practice this kind of meditation for hundreds of years. Most people who dare to practice will be backlashed by the dark magic power in their hearts and die in the middle of the practice. Sandro stole this book years ago. I originally suggested to Sandro to destroy it, but Sandro insisted that it was a great book, and I couldn’t force him, so I just I stayed. Sandro told me that he kept it in a very secret and safe place, so I didn’t worry about it, but I didn’t expect you to find it, and you borrowed it out without knowing it. .....I am very worried about the dark magician you said to take the leaves of the world tree. If he wants to use the life force in it to neutralize the backlash of dark magic in meditation, and this thing will reappear If it falls into their hands, the result may be that a king of the dead will really be created, and then not only the empire, but even the whole world will be in danger of being swallowed by darkness."
It's none of my business that Asa didn't meditate this time. This thing involves himself, and it is also related to the Bishop and Sandro. He respected the bishop very much, and he didn't want to be scolded by Sandro, not to mention that this incident was indeed caused by himself.
"But I didn't dare to look for this book with great fanfare. I suspect that there are already many eyes and ears of the Necromancer Guild in the capital, and maybe even many high-ranking people have joined their ranks. If once they know where the book is going, they will probably be there before us. So now.... I just have to ask you to help me with this. Please go and get the book back....or... Just destroy it."
"I know you are a very capable young man." Bishop Ronnies patted him on the shoulder. "So I believe you can, please."
"Yes. I will definitely take it back." Asa stood up and agreed in a very firm tone. He hated anyone ordering him, but he couldn't resist a plea, let alone a request from His Excellency the Bishop.
Ronis looked at Asa and nodded with a smile, suddenly he was taken aback, as if he found something strange on Asa's face. This surprise was just a fleeting fluctuation, and he immediately returned to that calm expression and tone and asked: "Young man, where were you born?"
"The Kalendo Basin is the mining area in the southwest of the empire." Asa didn't notice the slight fluctuations in the Bishop's expression.
"Oh." Bishop Ronnies nodded with a smile, still so at ease.
Looking at this unbelievable scene, Duke Mrak took a deep breath and put down the iron cylinder in his hand.
This is a long cylindrical iron cylinder with one end thick and the other thin, with a piece of glass inlaid at each end. This is a very wonderful thing, probably the invention of some dwarf artisan. Like all their inventions, there is no magic in it, but when you look into the small end, you can see clearly the situation far away.
He was standing by the window of the attic at the top of a tall building far away from the Academy of Magic. Here, you can use this strange thing to clearly see the situation in the bishop's study from the window.
The duke is very clear about the preferences~IndoMTL.com~characters and habits of all powerful people in the capital, but he doesn't know anything about the bishop.
The bishop seems to have no hobbies, no outstanding personality, and no special living habits. So I don't know what he likes, what he hates, or even what he is doing, so there is no way to match what he likes, let alone deal with it. And even though His Excellency Bishop has never had any political stance, nor has he clearly favored anyone, he has always been a very important link in the power circle of the entire royal capital.
I heard that the bishop has a special private room, so the Duke bought this wonderful iron cylinder from a dwarf treasure dealer with enough money to buy a small town. Then spent a few days in the city looking for a place to play it.
Now the Duke would rather spend half of his family property to buy a prop that can hear voices from afar.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing. If not, it is only imagination.
What kind of identity is enough to meet the bishop without kneeling? Actually sitting on an equal footing with the Bishop? What kind of relationship can make His Excellency Bishop pour tea for him? Pat him on the shoulder so intimately?
It is really unexpected. The Duke took a breath.