Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 103 Devil Contract
The old wizard Morelle stood outside a door leaning on his oaken staff.

The black wizard robe he wore also calmed down, becoming neat and wrinkle-free.

But one of his hearts refused to learn from his robes, and kept beating wildly in his body.

He stretched out his hand to stroke his gray and white beard—this is a habit left over from his youth, and he would relapse when he was nervous, but he hadn't grown a beard at that time, and he could only rub his smooth chin .

"What the hell am I worrying about?" the old wizard thought sadly.

It must not be the matter of meeting the half-elf Bryan, after all, he is just a young adventurer, even if he is rich in knowledge and seems mature and prudent, it is impossible for him to feel intimidated, he thought stubbornly.

Thinking of Brian, he recalled the other party's confession of the materials he had prepared.

Especially the strange object consisting of nine square mithril pieces connected together by fine gold chains.

Five days passed, and he had already prepared all the materials and sent them to Brian, except for this strange piece of equipment.

And today was the time when he was going to send this completed item over. Because of this, he stood hesitantly outside the door, not knowing what to do.

In his mind, he recalled the scene that happened when he personally came to the blacksmith to pick up the items.

A skilled gnome craftsman has crafted this bizarre thing.

This dwarf from Thrane Kingdom was still a priest. He happened to follow the caravan through Golden Feather City and came to his branch, so he wanted to make it himself out of interest.

When he personally assembled and linked all the fine gold iron chains of this object, he suddenly muttered.

Although his voice was very soft, the old wizard captured those words accurately.

"Gal, why is this thing a bit like the oldest devil's contract?"

The crow on the dwarf's shoulders flapped its pitch-black wings and screamed: Devil's contract!Devil's contract!

The satyr at the side was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the crow and made it shut its chattering mouth.

He does not mean that.

When he heard the dwarf craftsman finish his sentence, he immediately thought of the portrait of the devil that Brian took away.

Suddenly, these words were like a sharp blade exuding a bone-chilling chill, piercing into his heart without any warning, causing him to tremble with shock.

The old wizard remembered the scene where Brian opened the devil's portrait a few days ago.

In fact, when he was about to open it, he had already prepared the countermeasures for the other party to be tempted by the devil.

But what made him unbelievable was that the young wizard acted too calmly, as if he was opening an ordinary picture scroll.

However, that is exactly what happened.

He stared straight at the other party as he unfolded the scroll like a cloud and flowing water, and then closed it again. Nothing that he imagined happened.

Then he said to him confidently; "Let me deal with this little devil."

That is the devil!Can he really?The old wizard thought anxiously.

He wasn't afraid that something might happen to the young wizard, he was just worried about the sleeping Princess Kearney.

After all, it seems that the only one who can save the princess is the other party.

The old wizard sighed deeply. As one of the few powerful wizards in the Asno continent, he had never realized how insignificant his power was until now.

He really wishes he had the ability to stop this...

It's a pity that he can't do it, just like two years ago, in the war with the Tasha people, he watched His Royal Highness die in battle, but he was powerless.

It's war again... the old wizard thought with a headache.

The changes brought about by the war are just like the wizard robe he wears, the world will be peaceful because of the war.

But he could clearly feel that the harm caused by the devil might be more terrifying than war.

Therefore, he was very hesitant and very entangled in his heart.

He didn't know whether he should give this strange thing to Brian.

If you don't hand it over, what will Princess Kearney do.

"Standing in a daze in the dark can't stop anything." The old wizard stared at the deep roof and muttered to himself.

No matter how he thought about it, he always felt as if his whole body was surrounded by terrifying devils, and he was uncomfortable all over. This feeling was like the degenerate words that sounded in his ears when he opened the devil's picture scroll for the first time.

Although he successfully overcame the devil's temptation, the process was not as easy and comfortable as Brian's.

Thinking of Brian's favorite expression of calmness and calmness, the old wizard Morelle secretly made up his mind.

He reached out and knocked on the door. According to Brian's request, the knocks needed to be three light and two heavy.

In the words of the other party, he set up a silence circle around the door. If he didn't knock on the door according to the signal he instructed, it would be difficult for any sound from the outside to enter the room.

There is no doubt that Brian's purpose in doing this must be to not want his research to be disturbed by any voices from the outside world.

After all, he is also a wizard, and he deeply sympathizes with Brian's worries.

But his magic is obviously not as exquisite as the opponent's. The old wizard is even thinking that after everything is over, he must learn a few important ritual circles from the opponent.

everything?The old wizard smiled bitterly.

"come in."

When Wizard Morelle heard this tired voice, he realized that Brian had been in his laboratory for five full days.

For 5000 gold coins, you shouldn't work so hard.

The old wizard couldn't help but doubt Brian's motives.

Immediately afterwards, he recalled that a few days ago, Snake Eye accidentally called him a student of 'Silver Tiger' Licio, which aggravated his doubts again.

However, he also knew that now was not the time to think about these messy things.

Then he opened the door and entered his laboratory.

The first thing that caught my eye was my mountain of books, lying peacefully on the bookshelf, like a corpse sleeping peacefully in a tomb.

The old wizard didn't know why he thought so.

Although the temporary owner was in the room, when he came in, he didn't speak, not even raised his head.

Wizard Morelle carefully walked through his precisely calculated steps, stepped on the soft wool carpet, and came to the marble table where various equipment were arranged in an orderly manner.

For a long time, the old wizard kept silent and said nothing.

He just stared blankly at Brian in front of him, holding a strange mithril pen with his firm and steady hand, and kept writing obscure golden runes on a sheepskin scroll exuding magical aura arts.

(End of this chapter)