Throne of Magical Arcana

In the severe winter month, the night came very early, and Lentat, north of it, blew a scream of cold wind, so that every pedestrian on the street tightened his coat and held his hat to speed up the pace.

For them, the biggest difference now is that the streets on both sides of the road have covered the large and small streets of Lentata, and the clear magical crystal lights illuminate the road for themselves and others to go home, no longer like the past, only Arc street lights were only installed on several bustling streets. Most of the citizens rushed on the winter night to rely on the light of the silver moon and stars, or to bring their own lanterns, or simply touch the night, so the road often fell.

Werewolf Nasdall walked down the last magic steam train along the crowd, and stepped on the smooth stone ground of the six-star platform. Since the cities of this world are part of a magic or magic defense system, they are all Except for a few extremely special cities, most of them are not possible to demolish the walls, gates, etc., nor to abandon the defense by themselves.

Because of this, the magic steam train cannot enter the city at night. There is a saying that it is the last train of the day. After that, it can only temporarily stop at a temporary platform outside the city.

呼 "Hoo, the magic steam train is rumored to be the same as the book, comfortable, fast, and convenient, indeed a very good alchemy item." Nasdall exhaled, watching them form a "white mist" in front of them.

He was wearing typical Holm Kingdom clothing, a white shirt, a brown sweater, a black double-breasted long gown, a top hat of the same color, and a decorative cane in his hand. His burly figure held the clothes tight. Tight, at first glance it looks like a strong man.

Naasdell looked around the platform and thought to himself: "Unfortunately, the magic steam train cannot travel in the dark mountains, only the Silvermoon Wasteland can be considered."

Dark mountains are full of dangerous space cracks and magical creatures. Steam trains have more than 80% possibility to go out and never return.

The "Silvermoon Wasteland" is a heterogeneous space controlled by the werewolves, and the name is actually inconsistent with the actual situation. It is not a silvery moonlight wasteland, but a rather rich and prosperous plain. This alien space, so, with the passage of thousands of years, its original name has been forgotten.

After looking at the platform and discovering that there is nothing worthy of attention, Nasdall pulled his clothes and walked out a little uncomfortably.

"Prince Dubonal gave me this task because he valued me. He definitely thinks that I am one of the few werewolves with a clear mind and a good observation and I can't live up to his attention." Nasdal Thinking proudly and gratefully, the pace at the foot of my feet is accelerating subconsciously.

Dubnar has always claimed to be the most cunning, intelligent and scheming werewolf. He is the "idol" in Nasdell's mind, imitating his manners and doing things everywhere-although other princes and vampires laughed at dubna Seoul is a true straight thinking creature, reckless and unplanned, but this cannot change Nasdell's view, they must be slandering the wiseness of His Excellency the Prince!

I just stepped out of the platform, and Nasdell's eyes suddenly lighted up, as if the stars in the sky were reflected in the city of Lent.

The magical crystal lights swayed his own light everywhere he looked. Whether it was street lights, family lights in the house, the lights of alchemy cars, or the carriage lights, they felt a warm and peaceful feeling. Linked together, dreamy and shocking, it seems that the stars in the sky have been hidden.

In one direction, two tall tower-shaped buildings overlook the entire city of Lentat. Their towers are inlaid with a clear crystal lamp, rendering themselves beautiful and noble. Nasdell was impressed by the fact that it was the most intuitively beautiful!

"This is ..." Nasdall stopped, standing there in ecstasy, and his brain was briefly blank like the full moon could not restrain his inner agitation.

"Haven't been to Lentat? The taller one is Holm's Royal Magic Tower, and the shorter one is Holm Radio and National Electromagnetic Management Committee ..." A passing passenger looked at him with amusement. Sder gave a glance and answered his question casually.

Committee, isn't that an organizational structure unique to the Magic Council? Is the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Kingdom of Holm also the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Four Straits and the North Coastal Corridor? Headquarters in Allinge? A series of questions raised in Nasdell's heart, but he didn't ask again, because the traveler's funny eyes deeply hurt his soul.

"That must be the geek's gaze!" Nasdall thought he was right, but in order to complete the task assigned by His Majesty the Prince, he could only forcibly control himself and not go to the passenger, "It must not be revealed Werewolf identity! How can I pretend that I am not in Lentat for the first time when I wait for other things? "

He has a strong sense of self-esteem that is rare in the werewolf family.

Carrying his luggage, Nasdall called a carriage and drove towards the bustling street.

"Why are there so many people? Are they not afraid of the cold?" As he passed by a square, Nasdal saw hundreds of thousands of citizens standing in the cold wind, and was suddenly surprised that they were not as cold-resistant as werewolves ...

After stopping the carriage, Nasdal stood on the edge of the square, saw the huge horn in the center, and heard a sweet and moving voice.

"The next show is the 'mystery of the body' that everyone likes very much. We are fortunate to have invited Viscount John Wellesley, who is a great knight and has extensive experience in tempering the body. He will tell us that the body is not completely What incorrect exercise concepts should be avoided before growing up, and how to strengthen your body ... "

With a quick glance, Naasdell took out a document from his luggage and quickly flipped it.

Soon, he turned to a specific page, and then kept listening to his ears, and kept looking down at the information in his hands. At last, he laughed a lot, and was very contented and authentic: "It turned out to be the voice of mystery, and the information is not wrong . "

Listening to the Viscount Wellesley talking openly, Nasdall opened his mouth wide: "Isn't this a regular knight exercise? It can be directly advertised on the radio!"

This surprised him very much. Even the most open Aalto, this kind of thing did not happen. You must be a knight's servant to get a similar method.

"Nobles don't protest? Or do they have a better one? Only announced in order to fight the church?" Nasdell thought for himself, but soon, his attention was attracted by the wonderful program of "Voice of Mystery". It sounded like a drunk, it was a way of entertainment he had never experienced before!

In the "Dark Mountains", it is difficult to receive the "voice of mystery" due to the impact of harsh environments such as space gaps and fog.

"The Voice of Mystery" is awesome, a hundred times stronger than the intelligence description. Fortunately, I am here in Lentat! "Nasdell thought excitedly, and before he knew it, the Voice of Mystery was over.

I waited for the crowd in the square to leave, and he dived curiously behind the giant horn, but there was nothing valuable except the wires and some simple devices.

"Well, what is this?" Nasdall followed the wires to the other side of the square and found a dozen odd holes in the wall. They were in groups of three, one on top and the other on the wall side by side. .

Naasdell observed it for a while, but couldn't see the effect of these holes. He wanted to ask passersby, but he was worried about being treated as a hunk, so he decided to "research" by himself.

As a werewolf who grew up in the dark mountains, Nasdall knew that even if something didn't seem dangerous and he couldn't touch it casually, he took out a steel pin from his luggage carefully and planned to use it instead of himself. Fingers can be avoided in time if there is any danger.

"These holes are openly arranged near the square without worrying about the citizens touching them. Obviously there will not be too much danger ..." Nasdell, who thinks that he is smart, made a very reasonable inference.

I looked around and confirmed that it was late at night, Nasdell inserted the steel needle into the hole.

Fangzi, a silver current rushed out of the hole, hitting Nasdall along the steel needle, and the speed made him inevitable.

Zizz, Nasdell's countless currents rushed, and he couldn't control himself to tremble violently. The body even had a scorching scent, and his right hand wanted to leave the steel needle, but it seemed to be sucked on it. open.

After a short while, Nasdal's body surfaced, his muscles swelled, dark air swelled, and he suddenly pushed hard, finally getting rid of the steel needle.

"Flash, lightning, magic circle, Rantat's demon, magician and noble, what the nobles think, so, such a dangerous thing, things are casually placed on the wall, wall." Nasdall was electrocuted You have numbness in your body, stammered your words, and you are so angry and embarrassed. How can this dangerous magic circle be portrayed in such a place without protection? Aren't you afraid that the citizens and ordinary nobles will accidentally touch them? If you are not an adult werewolf, you have already been electrocuted!

Just when he had just restored his image, a young man with gorgeous clothing walked to the wall, took out a thing with a metal plug from the storage bag, inserted it into the hole, and then put another One end was inserted into another beautiful rectangular alchemy item held in his hand.

"This is the latest mobile communication item. It is no longer a magic circle that constantly recovers energy ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ It is stimulated by storing electrical energy, so the cost is greatly reduced. My nobles, who are not too rich, can also I used it. "The young man saw Nasdell staring at him with" dull eyes ", so he proudly introduced a beloved" baby ", and then he fixed his eyes and laughed," This friend, yours Your face seems a bit black, and it smells like burning, don't you touch these current magic arrays directly with your hands? "

"No, no," Nasdal instinctively denied.

The young man joked: "It's not good, the voice of mystery" and the municipality have been propagating for so long that Rentat knows how to use electricity safely even for children who are few years old, unless they have never experienced such a life. Would make such naive mistakes. "

Luan, safe electricity? How old are you? Nasdall was rather grateful that he had just denied it, otherwise he would be shameless!

Fearing to be seen through by the young aristocracy, Nasdall decided to leave here quickly, so he dragged his body still in a paralyzed state, and left the square with difficulty, walking towards the quiet and uninhabited street.

I walked around, and suddenly his head, which was a bit dull with electricity, suddenly found himself stepping down.

Huh!

On the square, the young man seemed to hear something, but when he looked back but found nothing, he laughed at himself: "What sound can be heard in the middle of the night? Want to meet a ghost?"

When "charged" left the square, he suddenly remembered something and reminded himself: "You cannot walk in a remote and dark street. Recently, there are manhole covers specially designed to help outsiders steal the sewer ..." (To be continued. If you like This work, you are welcome to subscribe to mobile phone (), reward, your support is my greatest motivation.)