The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Chapter 366 The Scariest Enemy...

Candlekeep never lacked tourists, but the noise of these outsiders could not arouse ripples in the hearts of Candlekeep members.

In this ancient fortress, there have always been two main factions. One is the scholars and monks of Candlekeep, which is also the actual government, and the other is the clergy, who have certain independent rights.

The relationship between these two factions is not clear, but harmonious coexistence.

The most powerful person in Candlekeep is the guardian of the volume, and the second-in-command is honored as the first reader, and they jointly decide matters big and small. Priests and priests will also participate in the mission of defending Candlekeep, because both parties have the same interests.

In the eyes of many tourists, the priests and scholars of Candlekeep are a harmonious community, and they are also virtues that demand money, but there are differences in clothing and other aspects.

The priests of Oghma, the god of knowledge, uniformly wear white clothes and white trousers, and also wear a unique patterned vest called Candela.

The bishop who sits in the Oghma Temple is an old priest who has won the title of "Supreme Master of Knowledge". In the 14th-level title system for priests in the church, the high-level master of knowledge is at the twelfth level, which is close to the level of a living saint.

The old priest Uren came to Candlekeep over fifty years old, and entered Faerun's academic center, Oghma's largest holy place.

What greeted him was a ray of plain sunlight over the top of the tower, more leisurely than birds. At that time, Wu Lun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew that this was his divinely inspired place.

So for forty years, he never left Candlekeep, and lived the same day 14,600 times.

In the blink of an eye, Ulun's hair was full of hair, his skin was drooping and thin, but his fingers for copying books were still stable and unshakable like iron, and the candlelight on his desk for tens of thousands of nights seemed to be embedded in his pupils, making him His eyes were surprisingly bright.

On this ordinary autumn morning, in the small bedroom of the church, Ulen woke up on time and got up to wash up with the support of the deacon. The person in the mirror was actually himself.

He smiled and said to the deacon, "It seems that my lord Oghma is ready to call me to his kingdom."

The young deacon said in a panic: "Brother Uren, please don't say that. You can still continue to spread the teachings of Lord Oghma."

Uren nodded with a smile, without arguing with the young man.

After getting up, he will go to the main hall of the temple to preside over the daily morning prayers. It's just that today he was out of shape frequently, and went in the wrong direction several times, and lost his way for the first time in this temple where he had measured tens of thousands of times with his feet. When I passed the central courtyard, I saw a grasshopper fascinated.

"This worm will die before winter. I have the same fate as it." A touch of sadness and joy filled his chest.

For the clergy, death is not terrible, because their souls will go to the kingdom of God, accompany the gods forever, and enjoy life after death. But this does not mean that the world before death is not worthy of nostalgia. It's just that mortals are mortal.

Uren faced the altar and prayed with the priests and deacons.

Early morning prayers are also called "binding". The clergy who believe in Oghma silently recite loyalty and praise in front of the altar. Evening prayers are called "deeds", and monks will read books, offer poems, and talk about the knowledge they have learned today.

Unmistakably "bound," Uren swore to collect, defend, and disseminate knowledge, and to guard new ideas and freedom of thought.

The atmosphere in the church was quiet. The morning light coming through the window is warm.

It seemed like another ordinary morning. The young priests and deacons were probably already muttering breakfast in their minds.

The old pastor was indeed a little confused. He repeatedly forgot his prayers, so today's morning prayer was longer than usual. The monks in the audience calmed down, but they couldn't help whispering.

Hearing the humming, Uren coughed lightly, and his ears became quiet.

Then the monks began to exclaim and make noise.

Uren opened his eyes. He wanted to scold him, but suddenly he noticed a warm light shooting from the altar in front of him.

The altar's Oghma rune glows blue-green, a manifestation of the God of Knowledge.

Ulun opened his eyes slightly, and shouted calmly: "Silence! Listen to God's will!"

An old and gentle voice sounded in the ear of the old pastor, which was the words delivered by Oghma. He cherishes words like gold: "Go to the gate of Candle Castle and accept the challenge from the man in white robe."

"My lord, what is that challenge?"

"Read a book." Oghma paused, explaining more rarely, "It is extremely important to try to earn it, the ultimate artifact."

Ulun suddenly got up, turned his head and said: "Ring the bell! Call all brothers and sisters to gather outside the gate of Candle Castle!"

The priests of the temple hadn't seen such a serious expression on the old bishop's face for a long time. He seemed to be rejuvenated, or maybe he had ignited the last heat, and his eyes were dazzlingly bright.

The bells of Oghma's Temple shattered the peaceful morning of Candlekeep.

In this constant and peaceful life, every day is similar to the previous day, and the next day is similar to today. Early morning bells are definitely a rare and unexpected occurrence.

Before dawn, the guardian of the tome, Urlant, stood up under the costume of an invisible servant. He had a pair of frenzied eyebrows, a lofty expression, and gorgeous costumes. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, he was a superficial, high-minded spellcaster. Life is extravagant.

But in fact, Urlant has very strict requirements on himself, and his research on spells is also quite wonderful, and his desire for knowledge is no less than that of anyone in Candlekeep.

When the bell rang, Urlant had been immersed in the scroll for more than two hours. The reading room has been silenced to isolate the noise. He was attracted by the magic lamp flickering at the corner of the table.

The moment the barrier of silence was lifted, Urlant heard the bell.

"What happened?" He couldn't help being surprised.

A reader rushed to the door and briefly explained the situation.

"There is a man outside Candlekeep who claims that all our collections are worth nothing compared to a single book in his hands."

Urlant raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Another fool who doesn't know the so-called. Trying to get in with books that record nonsense."

"Oghma's priests are all over. Shall we go?"

"Of course I have to go." Urlant didn't change his face. "As long as it is a book, it is always beneficial. Since it is beneficial, then Candlekeep is obliged to include it in the scope of protection."

The reader sighed in his heart, the skill of the guardian of the volume is deep, this face is comparable to +2 magic armor.

Candlekeep main entrance.

Bishop Uren held the Book of Mora with a dignified expression.

The unremarkable black notebook is two inches thick and has a soft cover, as smooth and fine as mollusk skin.

The old pastor glanced up at the white-robed man.

Warlock Linde stood peacefully at the end of the Lion's Road, without any impatience or idle movements, just standing like a statue.

Facing Uren's gaze, Linde asked with a smile, "Aren't you ready yet?"

The guards at the gate of Candlekeep and several monks had already read this book. They were in good health, and they were still obsessed with this book. They scratched their heads, like an addict suffering from a disease. At this time, they were surrounding Lin De, begging in a low voice.

"Come on, kind sir, can you give me some more? Just one page, please, I'm itching to death."

The Candlekeep scholars who came one after another whispered. They all suspected that some kind of enchantment magic had been applied to the book, which made the people who read it look like this.

Holding the Book of Mora in his hand, the old pastor stared deeply at the notes, as if seeing a gray-green chaotic eye blinking slowly in the cover, he felt horrified.

Why is the supreme artifact mentioned by Oghma, the god of knowledge, somewhat strange?

Uren never wavered in his determination, but he was extremely vigilant.

He began to bless himself with protective spells to block mind control and thought pollution, and the magic items on his body began to flicker slightly. Once Uren's mental state was abnormal, triggering the magic would send him back to the church. With the addition of legendary language proficiency, you can read all kinds of languages, and finally guide Oghma's divine power to give blessings.

This posture seemed to be about to fight a battle with the demons of purgatory. People around were puzzled, why the old bishop was so solemn.

After making all the preparations, Ulun slowly opened the first page.

But soon, he realizes that the enemy he faces is even more terrible than the devil.

That's broken chapters.