Dawn of the Grey Tower

Standing in front of Willow, Cheese couldn't be absolutely sure that he was correct. After all, the clues he could find as a basis were too subtle, and there were even intuitive elements in it.

It's like when making guesses and inferences about the development of an event, everyone can actually give a more convincing process. But that is just a kind of conjecture. A conjecture must rely on evidence to become an inference, and an inference must rely on the chain of evidence and the prediction of the next development to become a reasonable discourse.

The first step that cheese is required to be a mage is to rely more on narrative rather than guesswork.

But magic is magic after all, even if the mages master it, apply it, invent and transform it, some things cannot be explained by words and logic.

After all, language is just a tool, and logic and so-called reason and rationality are not a set of thinking tools created by oneself in order to make people understand the world more conveniently. Besides, who can say that one's own reason is really objective? Intuition is still something that cannot be discarded.

Foot, step on the grass. Hand touched the cold willow leaves. Cheese was silent for a second. He didn’t know what would happen if he made a wrong judgment. Maybe this willow tree would instantly turn into some kind of plant puppet and attack him, maybe he would miss the opportunity to enter, so that he could not investigate, maybe What counterattack magic will he trigger.

But this was only a second of hesitation, and the next second, the gray robe still chose to lift the wicker away.

The wind, coming from behind, pushed the cheese into the branches like a pair of invisible hands. This thrust is not strong. If a person stands on his feet, he can definitely resist, but the cheese didn't do that. He relaxed his body and let the wind send himself into the shadows.

His fingers have already made gestures in the cuffs of his robe. If the situation is not right, he can cast defensive spells in the first place.

"Sha Lala!"

The sound of wicker and willow leaves rubbing and colliding was like waves passing by, the darkness faded in front of Cheese's eyes, and the scenery in front of him raised his brows slightly. The imaginary tree trunk did not appear. On the contrary, he came to a cave, which seemed to be quite large. The cheese shrugged his nose, and the air was filled with the smell of soil, but it was not humid. From the perspective of the soil on the mountain, it was obviously processed to remove moisture.

The gray robe pressed his palm against the dirt wall, and the black snake and lizard crawled along his arm to the wall, and disappeared into the darkness in threes or twos. They are his eyes and ears, as well as a backup plan in case.

If the owner here is brave enough to make man-made demons, it is necessary for him to take precautions. However, there is no obvious magical atmosphere in this cave, which is not normal.

Cheese didn't turn on the lantern, he covered his eyes with a thin magical power, using magical vision to fight against the darkness. But he soon realized that he seemed to be thinking too much. The space in front of him expanded to both sides, and fresh air was blowing from the vents.

Gray Robe saw the lampstand beside him and lit it casually. The flame spread all the way along the metal track filled with lamp oil, igniting all the lamps in the whole room.

In general, this is a research room. From the layout to the objects in it, they are not much different from what he saw in the Fairy Research Institute. The only difference is that most of the items in the latter are related to fairies, and the ones here Not so.

I imagined that the demon-making device did not appear, but it was normal. No one would put such an important technical tool directly on the surface, even if it was already a secret room.

Cheese took out a cloth bag from his arms and grabbed a handful of very fine sand from inside. The sand faintly glowed with a dark blue brilliance in the darkness. This kind of sand can be used to detect magic circles or magic organs, but it must be in a dimly lit room. Natural light and blowing wind in the open may make it ineffective.

The gray robe waved the sand upwards, and the sand scattered to various parts of the room, flickering one after another and then extinguished.

Is there no magic? He frowned, it was a bit too clean here. As a mage’s studio, there are more or less magic circles or mechanisms that are convenient for research. Not to mention others, even his studio at the top of the cheese tower will have some magic or alarm magic. But there is nothing here, but judging from the scattered documents and open ink, it is by no means unused here.

"It's very clean." The lizard climbed from the roof to the wall and said to the cheese.

As a demon with rich experience in dealing with spellcasters, Wei Dao quickly came to the same judgment as cheese.

The so-called wizards are people who release spells as natural as walking with their feet. The places where they live are naturally filled with magic power. Even in areas with poor magic power, the existence of wizards will trigger a wave.

"There are two possibilities. Either the user here is not a wizard at all. Or, he or they cleaned up his magic traces before leaving. Did you find hair or something here?"

When the cheese was speaking, he turned his head and looked at the way he came. If this is a trap, then now is the best time to start. But there is still nothing, as the cheese said, it looks like it has been cleaned up.

"No, no hair, no dander, no bloodstains. Interesting, I didn't even find a toilet here, don't they need to excrete when they work here?" The demon lizard tilted his head and said.

"The most likely situation is that they sent out artificial demons to clean up the scene actively to prevent people like us. But this kind of cleanup is definitely not complete, otherwise the demon lord will not be able to guide us here. . Something we overlooked can be a clue."

Faced with a situation where it might be a trip for nothing ~www.readwn.com~Cheese tried to stabilize his mind and tried to make a judgment.

"There is something, come and take a look." Boffis's voice came from the back of the cabinet in the research room, and the black snake crawled out of the gap in the back of the cabinet with something in its mouth. It is a fragment of a small mirror.

"That's it. It must have been accidentally splashed there when they smashed the mirror." Cheese took the nail-sized slag. Because of the dust on the mirror side, it did not reflect light.

But the **** is the slag, and its fragmentation means that it once belonged to a complete whole. In other words, this piece of **** is the mirror it once belonged to. By casting a spell on this piece of slag, the cheese can trace back where the other parts of the mirror have gone.

And since this place is so clean on the magic level, he doesn't have to worry about whether casting spells here will cause traps. A shallow dish, a bit of clear water, put the fragments of the mirror into it, mixing spells and magic, and the fragments sinking to the bottom slowly float to the surface, and then deviate in a certain direction.

"Here." The cheese was holding the plate, following the direction of the shards swaying around the room, his footsteps stopped, because the front was an impassable place.

That is the vent in this room.