Twenty Sided Dice

The "Knock" spell fell on the closed door, and it had an immediate effect. It seems that magic still applies to things here. There was a tooth-stinging creak from the crack of the door, and the door slowly opened sideways. A gust of warm air erupted from the room, out of tune with the surrounding icy environment.

After opening a gap, the door seemed to encounter obstacles and kept shaking. So Siegel strengthened the power of the spell and used the percussion technique again. This time the door panel smashed the obstacle, and with a bang, it fully opened to both sides.

The ceiling of the corridor in front of the door suddenly flipped, and two strange things with multiple pipes suddenly appeared, pointing at Siegel and Evan. The two people thought it was a mechanism such as a crossbow, but they evaded quickly. But after waiting for a while, no crossbow arrows were fired, and the two were falsely alarmed.

Inside is a conference room, with rows of seats fanned out around the podium in the middle. Many people sat upright, silently looking at a golden ring suspended above the podium. After the door was opened, the cold wind from outside entered, and all the participants collapsed into dust in front of Siegel and Evan, leaving only the one-piece clothes falling on the seats.

"My God!" Evan put the long sword in front of him in a defensive posture. "So many people died at once, and they all turned to dust!"

He suddenly thought that he was carrying two one-piece clothes in his backpack, which were all worn by the deceased! He quickly took out the clothes and threw them aside, "I almost took these things back as a souvenir, almost!"

"What I found here are all things of dead people. In fact, there is not much difference." Siegel pointed to the golden ring on the podium and said, "Look, I finally found something interesting."

The two walked down the steps of the fan-shaped conference room while looking at the surrounding furnishings. It can accommodate about two hundred people, far more than the total number of people in the small lounge outside. The moment the door was opened, there were about a hundred corpses here, and more than a dozen one-piece suits were found outside. What is the purpose of these people gathering here? It didn't look like he was evacuating. Siegel thought as he walked, making many different guesses. But without documentation, he could not prove any of them.

In the end, these people did not escape death, and they all "stagnated" here. Siegel felt no trace of magic. Not even the fluctuations of the elements were there, but of the magical effects Siegel could think of, only Eternal Stillness came closest to it.

The thirty-six steps quickly came to an end, and two people stopped in front of the golden ring. This is an unremarkable ring, except for the smooth finish. There are no features. It appears to be intended to be worn on the little finger, but may also have been adapted to accommodate the "writer"'s smaller size and fingers.

The ring floats in the air and rotates slowly, seemingly with endless charm. 'This is a very important thing, and contains all the expectations of a world' - the same thought in both people's minds.

Evan swallowed. The action was keenly captured by Siegel. "What do you think?" Evan said. "Does this thing have magic?"

The mage shook his head, grabbed the defensive staff with a slight force, and digged into the gap of the staff: "There is no magic here, but every effect is similar to magic. I don't understand why this ring is floating in the air now. so let's be careful."

"You stand back, how about I come and get this ring?" Evan reached out his hand before he finished speaking.

Siegel grabbed his wrist: "I'll do it, after all, I have more experience in magic protection."

Evan frowned, his wrists exerted a little force, but Siegel still held him tightly. "In terms of reaction speed and agility, you are not as good as me. Besides, if I have a problem, you can still help me, but if you have a problem, I will be at a loss. At this time, the mage should hide far away. Just look at it.”

"Should, hide and look are good words." Siegel said with a smile: "I should refute you next, saying that it is safer to use summon objects. Then we will have a fight, maybe we will Hit it big."

Evan took a step back and shouted angrily: "I won't fight you! If you want to take it yourself, why are you slandering me? As a king, how can you covet this little ring?"

With a helpless expression on his face, Siegel walked up the steps with his staff and sat at the gate. "As you please. When you calm down. When will we talk."

Seeing this situation, Evan was stunned for a moment, then stomped his feet fiercely and walked to the ring. He stretched out his hand. While secretly looking at Siegel's expression. There was a faint smile on the mage's face, but Evan could see the taste of teasing in it. That look seemed to say, "Oh, Your Majesty, everything is yours."

"Damn it!" Evan withdrew his hand, swung his long sword, and slashed at the first row of seats. Things here have long since become fragile. Broken under the sharp "bonfire". Evan kicked the debris in the enclave hard and watched as they crashed against the wall. Siegel remained motionless, looking at him with the same expression.

"I understand!" Evan pointed at Siegel: "You are an illusion! In fact, the real person has long been invisible and wants to take the gold ring! You are a villain who disagrees with his words and deeds!" He walked towards the gold ring again .

Siegel raised his defensive staff, then scratched his back with the staff as Evan assumed a defensive stance. "Do you really want to understand? I've been tossing around all night, and I'm almost hungry."

Evan realized that he had guessed wrong - how could any phantom make such expressions and movements, and speak with a perfect voice? There was a stagnation in his heart, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable! Evan grabbed his blond hair hard, stomped his feet hatefully, and shouted loudly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He exhaled the last trace of air in his lungs, holding back his face turning purplish red, and then took a quick breath, but this calmed him down. He glanced at the ring out of the corner of his eye, then walked down the steps dejectedly and sat down beside Siegel.

"Damn it, what happened?" Evan said in frustration, "I finally felt something was wrong."

Siegel patted him on the shoulder and said, "After encountering the Knox Commons, in order to prevent them from being controlled by their minds, I set up a defense in my mind. If I find something wrong, I can remind me in time, and at the same time trigger some Spells. The situation here is rather strange. Obviously there are no spell fluctuations, but it still affects my thinking. I also figured it out a few steps late."

"Can you set this kind of protection on my mind?" Evan put the long sword on the ground, rubbed his eyes with both hands, and then raised his head. Siegel saw shame on his face.

"Actually, I have already cast you a mind protection spell. You also wear a mind defense ring. It's just that this time it wasn't caused by a magical effect, so these methods didn't work." Siegel said to Evan: "As for the deeper means, you can only use it yourself." Siegel thought of Wendy and went deep into her mind. I thought it would solve the problem, but now it seems that the trouble will continue in the future. So he said to Evan: "So far, I don't have a universal and safe solution. So, Your Majesty, continue to exercise your willpower!"

"Okay! I'll listen to you." Evan said: "The ghost ring can't affect you now, so you can take it." He sighed: "I'm destined to be an adventurer and get nothing!"

Siegel just smiled. Then the wizard grabbed the ring and put it in front of him to examine it carefully. Evan rolled his eyes, shook his head, and looked elsewhere.

The ring was heavy in his hand, heavier than expected. Even if you take a closer look, you can't see anything special. Whether it's identifying the magic item spell or parsing the spell, it tells Siegel that it's just an ordinary gold ring. But the mage's intuition did not believe the results of these spells.

The purpose of all objects is to interact with the surrounding - Siegel remembered the records in the Mages Association books, so he stopped using the formed spell, and used the most basic elemental power to affect it. The water element, air element and earth element have no reaction on it, only the fire element changes when it passes through.

The heat from the flames was completely absorbed by the ring and did not escape at all. Even if you hold it in your hand, you can only feel the cold. Siegel concentrated his consciousness, focused on guiding the fire element, and continuously fired at the ring.

Soon, the gold ring became shiny, and the dazzling white-gold light was like a small sun. But apart from the light, there is still no heat dissipated. Is the power not strong enough? Siegel was ruthless and continued to raise the temperature of the flame until it turned into a black flame.

The ring has finally changed, and some runes are presented from the ring. It is the text used by the "writer", with the black numbers "four", "six", "eight" and the white "ten", "twelve", "twenty" and "one" on the outer ring of the ring. Hundred"; on the inner circle is a sentence: "renew new hope".

Siegel stopped using flames. Everything went back to the way it was. The golden ring lay quietly in his palm, the numbers and runes disappeared without a trace, and there was no temperature left, as if nothing had happened.

There is only one way to get more intelligence now. Just bring the ring to your hand. This is actually the first attempt that should be made, but because of the influence of thinking, Siegel is very cautious. He thought a lot about the ring, especially worried that the ring would have the power of a curse, and could the magic he masters offset the possible harm? Siegel found that no matter how prepared, everything would still be unknown, this must be an adventure.

The wizard took a deep breath. I planned for the worst. If there is a problem, it will instantly turn into a skeleton, so that the fingers will immediately become thinner, and the ring should fall off. But if it still doesn't work, cutting a bone should be less painful than cutting a finger directly - he can only comfort himself like this.

Siegel put the ring on the little finger of his left hand~www.readwn.com~ Except for the cold metal touch, there was no other reaction. Just as he was wondering, the twenty-sided dice on his chest suddenly shook, and a flame of fire emanated from the ring, along his chest, the bend of his arms, and his little finger.

His little finger immediately lost consciousness due to numbness, the ring was hit by the flames, it suddenly swelled in a circle, and slipped from the fingertips. The dice seemed unfinished, and fired another rocket, hitting the ring in mid-air, smashing it into the floor.

As if a bad breath came out, the dice went quiet again. Siegel moved his fingers and found that after the flames passed, there was no serious problem, and his little finger moved freely again. He took out the dice to take a look, and said to himself, "It seems that you don't want me to wear this ring!"

Hearing the sound of electricity in the room, Evan was worried about Siegel's accident, so he hurried back. He probed his head and asked, "What happened? Do you need help?"

Siegel thought for a while, then pulled out the ring from the ground and beckoned to Evan: "Come and try, can you bring this ring." (To be continued.)

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