Infinite Throne

   Chapter 710 Twelve Sovereigns (4400 words)

   is well known.

   With the soul out of the body, Yi Rin was in a mental state.

The    mental state is a special state.

   Outside time is almost still.

  The speed of the brain is free from the limitations of the body and reaches the real limit.

   is similar to the overclocking operation of the computer CPU.

   In the mental state, Yilin reads, understands, and deduces, and time flies.

   Reading a hundred books at the same time, even if it is only one page, is impossible under normal conditions.

   At the very least, humans shouldn’t.

   But Irin still finished.

   "Thank you, Mage!"

  Irin didn't know if the mage had successfully returned to his own world after leaving Gugu Town, or if he had died. But before seeing the Supreme Mage corpse on the street with his own eyes, Yi Rin reluctantly stayed alive as the Supreme Mage for the time being.

   And be grateful.

   In the mental state, Yilin has ten lines in one eye.

  When Irin finished reading different pages of hundreds of books, a huge slurping force came from the buttocks of the flesh in front of me, Irin opened his eyes again.

  For four weeks, time resumes its normal flow rate again.

   Yi Rin glanced at the clock set in the library. Yi Rin read the contents of the 100-page magic tome in just five minutes.

   In this mere five minutes, maintaining his mental state consumed four-fifths of Irin's psionic energy.

   Oh, it's mana now.

  You must know that Irin's psionic power is notoriously abundant.

   In other words, the consumption of out-of-body souls is so terrifying.

   While sorting out new experiences and consolidating memories, he calculated.

   First read the book in the normal way, switch to the mental state when the psionic energy is full, and return to the normal way when the reading is almost done... Repeating back and forth, doesn't it mean that the time is doubled?

   hiss…

   Plan pass!

  Irin's liver was throbbing.

   - burst liver.

   Day 5.

   The magician apprentices of the Clock Tower witnessed one thing one after another.

   The attendant recruited by Cerberus, openly lying on the spiral staircase in a "big" font, was sleeping soundly.

  Irin finally couldn't take it anymore.

   purrs echoed in the quiet library room.

  Irin blatantly disturbed the order of the clock tower, and was quickly stabbed to the monarch of Bathmelo.

   "Sleeping in the library?"

   During the day, at the behest of the Barthamello monarch, Cerberus pushed the wheelchair and brought Barthamello Dylan here.

  The wheelchair goes up the spiral staircase. Strangely, as the wheelchair moved forward, the layers of stairs under the wheel became strangely inclined. This allows Barthémello's wheelchair to move up the stairs unobstructed.

soon,

   The two of them came to the sleeping Irin.

   "Really like a child."

  Bathmelo Dylan smiled slightly.

  Cerberus was silent for a moment, his eyelids lowered, and he said calmly: "Master, I will remind him to pay attention."

  Bathmelo Dylan did not refute, but asked again: "He hasn't left in a few days?"

   "Go back to the master for five full days."

   "So it is, do you feel it?"

  “?”

   "The smell of 'magic' began to appear in him."

  Cerberas' face changed slightly, and his eyes changed a bit. She lowered her head for the first time and held the palm of the sleeping Irin.

   At this time,

  Irin opened his eyes.

"you…"

"Do not talk."

  Cerberus said.

   "I don't think we're that familiar."

  Irin sat up helplessly, saying so, but her body allowed Cerberus to do whatever she wanted.

   After a few seconds,

  Cerberus let go and frowned.

   "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep. What time is it?"

  Irin rubbed his eyes and asked.

   Actually, although he was sound asleep, he was already awake when Bartholomew Dylan and Cerberus came to him.

  Irin and Bathermelo Dylan looked at each other, and a faint smile appeared on the pale face of the boy—Irin understood that she was pretending to be asleep just now and was easily seen through.

The wisdom in the    boy's eyes was not something he could possess at his age.

   "This is also inheritance?"

  Irin combined his own understanding of "magic" and was puzzled.

  Bathermelo Dylan didn't seem to break the little naughty Irene pretended to be asleep. He sat in a wheelchair, rested his chin lightly, and asked with a smile, "Magic, is it interesting?"

"good."

  Irin tells the truth.

  Bathermelo Dylan, as if remembering something, calmly said: "A stranger from the East, you know? Your ancient country once also had a branch of our Magician's Association."

"once?"

   "Yes, once. Daming, in the era of your country, a force destroyed that chapter."

"Oh."

  Irin nodded, not too interested in the historical secrets buried in the long river of time.

   "Cerberus."

"exist."

   "At four o'clock in the afternoon, take President Yi to the first classroom."

"what?!"

   This time, Cerberus, whose expression was always calm, could hardly hold back, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

   "Yes, remember, don't forget."

  Bathmelo Dylan waved and yawned, tired and sleepy.

  Brother, it's only early in the morning.

  Irin looked up at the sunlight that stole through the painted skylight, and complained secretly.

"Dear President Yi, at 3:30 in the afternoon, I will come to meet you on time." Cerberas pushed the wheelchair down, and at the end, she turned around again, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally reminded kindly: "Please Make sure to wash it off."

  “…”

  Irin just remembered that she hadn't left here for five days.

   Although there was no strenuous exercise, and there was no exaggerated strange smell on his body, Irin himself could not stand it.

   Secretly went back to his room, rubbed a good meal, Irin lay on the soft bed, thinking about life.

   Something seems to happen in the afternoon.

  Irin closed her eyes.

   At present, everything in the clock tower seems to be shrouded in mist, and Irin can't see clearly.

   He didn't understand what the purpose of this Bathemello Dylan was to show him the vast knowledge so generously.

  Irin always felt something was wrong.

  But without enough information, nothing can be analyzed.

   About the "entrustment" of that prototype Noble Phantasm, Bathemello Dylan didn't mention it, and Irin also pretended to have forgotten it.

   "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Milian for several days. She won't cut people everywhere when she's in a hurry, right?"

   After being together for a short time, Yi Rin classified Milian into the same type as Xiao Wu.

  If you are happy, you will draw your sword, if you are unhappy, you will draw your sword. If you disagree, you will draw your sword. In short, not drawing the sword, or on the way to draw the sword.

   is probably like this, simple and easy to understand and dangerous.

   Speaking of which,

   It's been a while since I left the Tower of Death server.

   Fingers crossed, it seems that the next door trial is imminent.

  Irin frowned, quietly thinking about the guild.

  It doesn't matter, the information of each member is listed.

  The arrangement of the door trial, Yi Rin believed Molly, and could leave it to her to arrange the team.

  I remember that once, even Molly, who was not an apostle, was in the order camp. For a long time, she succeeded the dead Mo Rendi and became the spiritual pillar of the few survivors.

  She, no problem.

   What's more, the current Apocalypse Guild is not what it used to be. There are a lot of talents, no matter how they match, they can play flowers.

"correct…"

   Thinking of the door trial, Yi Rin straightened up on the bed and sat up instantly.

   He swiped his finger down, trying to open the door.

   — Sure enough, it failed.

  The door of the Tower of Death server cannot be opened here.

"Sure enough, if all functions are normal, those with 'permanent access rights' will be able to stay in other areas forever." Yi Rin was already prepared for this and sighed softly: "That is to say, in the absence of Until this trouble is resolved, is there no way to enter the trial for the time being?"

  In this way, we must hurry up.

   Take the time to master the essence of magic as soon as possible and incorporate it into his "Freedom Law".

  By the way - Let's solve Milian's troubles.

   Well, decided.

  Irin made up his mind and planned to take a good rest before four o'clock in the afternoon, but hurriedly returned to the library and continued to explode.

   He faintly realized that this peaceful learning of knowledge would not last long.

   In the past few days, a few apprentice magicians who also visited the library occasionally, and when they saw Yi Rin, they all cast strange looks.

   They whispered in a low voice: "Look, it's that eccentric person, who obviously doesn't have the slightest magician blood, but stays in the library all day."

   In the circle of magicians, blood is above all else.

   "Maybe it's to have the bragging rights after leaving here."

   "Too hard."

   Someone praised.

  Irin glanced at their costumes.

   There is a strict hierarchy in the clock tower.

  Irin came across this incident two days ago in a document that recounted the history of the Clock Tower.

  In the clock tower, except for the mysterious dean and the twelve kings at the top of the clock tower. According to the status of magicians from high to low, they are divided into seven "rank positions", namely: crown position, color position, ceremony position, sacrifice position, opening position, eldest son, and last son.

   Suko is the lowest grade of apprentices, classified according to the grades of modern education, similar to "kindergarten students".

   Their clothing has no decorative patterns, just a piece of black linen.

  From the "eldest son" position, the magician's clothing began to be marked with medals, according to the medal style, corresponding to different levels.

  Irin is not just indulging in books these days. By observing, he can roughly determine the opponent's status in the clock tower from the clothes.

In the "color level" level, from high to low, it is further divided into "red", "blue", "yellow", "orange", "purple", "green" and "black". On the edge of the collar, there is lace in the corresponding color.

This level of    seems to be very rare, these days Irin has only seen one with a "purple" border on his sleeve, others call him "Purple Magician".

   In short, it is quite complicated.

  Irin saw that those who were whispering were all kindergarten-level scumbags. So Yi Rin smiled slightly, pointed to the empty chest of the other party, and smiled without saying a word.

   The faces of those scumbags turned dark instantly.

  Evidently, with their IQs, they could see that Irin's smile was mocking.

  Irin didn't have time to waste time on this kind of boring face slap, if no one else stepped on the spiral staircase, found a quiet corner, and randomly took a book from the bookshelf.

   "Total 101 pages, yo, I like this number. That's it!"

After    was chosen, Irin sat on the stairs and read hard.

"When a magician performs magic, in addition to satisfying the three main elements: the base, the technique, and the circuit, he also needs a certain amount of 'magic preparation'. Hey, it seems that some people really used 'magic' under the guise of magic. what."

   is another basic magic textbook. Yi Rin was interested and quickly read it.

   "Magic preparations, magic mechanisms, rituals, chants?"

   "There is a precious 'treasure' that can reduce the time for magic preparation to zero indefinitely, making almost all magic equivalent to 'instant casting'."

   "In addition to the above, magicians must possess magic power to perform magic."

   "Magic power cannot be created out of thin air, it is transformed by the life force of magicians, so this is what another book mentioned, most magicians are short-lived, so the real reason for struggling to find magic inheritors?"

   "Magic power can be stored in advance on other 'things' that can accommodate magic power. Gem magic seems to belong to this category. This is very similar to my crystal texture, which is interesting and interesting."

"Huh? A good magician, their body fluids, hair, and even skin debris contain different degrees of magic. It's a bit awesome. A good magician can even draw magic from body fluids... Why doesn't it sound like that? Right."

   "dress...arms...inherent barrier...singularity..."

   Brand new nouns appear on the paper.

   Time passed quietly.

  Irin was fascinated, and before she knew it, it was already afternoon.

"Time is up."

   3:30 PM.

   A cold voice sounded in Yi Rin's ear.

  Irin raised her head to meet Cerberus' dark face.

   "No, there's still half an hour."

   Yi Rin closed the book, just finished reading page 101, the time was just right, Yi Rin was satisfied.

   along the way,

  Cerberus seemed a little angry.

  Irin silently followed behind Cerberus, and soon he realized that the other party's mood was a bit wrong, and when he walked, his crotch was very big compared to normal.

   "You... shouldn't you have been waiting at the door of my room for a long time?"

  Irin asked tentatively.

  “…”

  Cerberus was silent, walking faster.

"By the way, you should have used the 'Rune Rune' that day, right?" Irene is also idle, Yilin has not yet exited from the "scholar mode", whispering, as if talking to himself , but the voice was loud enough to make Cerberus clearly visible: "With different types of ancient scripts as the main base, different scripts have different powers, it's really a versatile magic type. But I have a strange thing, If you are fighting against both sides, he can recognize your text type at a glance, will his power be greatly reduced?"

"I saw a sentence in the book, 'Hidden is the essence of magic, the more people know and use, the more dispersed and weakened the power', so, knowing your magic essence in front of you, isn't it? Just abolished?"

"You know too much."

  Cerberus turned his back to Irin and replied coldly.

   The two stopped talking.

  Irin did not continue to make fun of himself, hehe smiled.

   It was about a few minutes before four o'clock.

  Cerberus finally brought the chattering Irin to the so-called "First Cathedral".

   It was an old Gothic building.

  Irin stepped into it and immediately noticed that countless eyes were focused on him.

The    architectural style reminds Irin of Western churches.

  The high dome, the magic ceiling, exudes light of different colors.

  Thousands of magician apprentices, neatly dressed, lined up in strict accordance with their grades.

  From the door to the end of the hall, a path was left, and a red carpet was even laid.

  Irin and Cerberus were walking on the expensive red carpet, receiving everyone's attention, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

   At the end of the red carpet, seven magicians with very different ages, genders and temperaments stood side by side on the high stage. Compared with the thousands of magic apprentices under the stage, they seemed to stand out from the crowd, and it was difficult for people not to notice at a glance.

   And that young monarch, Bathemello Dylan, was among the seven.

  Irin's eyes narrowed.

   No need to think or reason, just in an instant, he already understood the identities of those seven people.

   At the apex of the clock tower…

   Twelve monarchs!

  —seventh.

   (end of this chapter)