Chapter 593: Meeting Moro Again

About two hours later, Heroline's ears suddenly twitched in the water curtain, and then she said to everyone: "I have received the news, Professor Anglo is already on his way."

The arrival of Anglo means that the strings can be plucked. From the results obtained after picking the strings, you can also infer what to do next.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside the magic cabin.

With a "click", the door rail was pushed open. Two people walked in one after another. The one walking at the front was a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was meticulously combed, his face was clean and serious, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His clothes are like others, rigorous and regular. It is worth mentioning that he was holding a small wooden board in his hand, with a stack of parchment sandwiched on the wooden board, like a lesson plan.

The person walking behind him was a wizard apprentice wearing a black cloak. He was a bit stooped. Everyone glanced at him and ignored him.

"Professor Anglo, I wonder if the information you are searching for now can support the final plucking of the strings?" Douglas stepped forward.

Anglo, the gray-haired man wearing glasses, first bowed to Sanders who was sitting aside, and then said to Douglas: "Your Excellency Huiyao, the current information is still too little. If you want to completely change the world, It’s a bit unlikely.”

"What do you mean Professor Anglo?"

Anglo put down the wooden board in his hand and casually opened a few pieces of parchment filled with dense formulas: "The speculated results may deviate from the reality, but I have tried my best and can't analyze anything else. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Douglas teased.

"Unless someone can come out of the outer city, even if it's a demon pet, I can get more data before I can conduct the next stage of analysis." Anglo said.

"If someone could come out, they would have come out long ago, why wait until now. Besides, as long as they come out, don't we already know what's going on inside, so why do we need to predict it?" A sarcastic voice came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing a dark black robe, with wrinkled skin and a white beard that reached his chest walked in.

"Lord Quite." Others saluted, and Angel also stood up.

Only Sanders and Douglas remained motionless. Sanders's strength is the highest in the field. In the wizarding world where strength is paramount, strength is seniority.

Douglas didn't move because he, like Quint, belonged to the three pillars of the Sleepless City. Their strength has also reached the level of level two wizards, and no ceremony is required.

"Quite, do you have any insights?" Douglas looked at Quite.

"No." Quite shook his head, but his eyes moved to Sanders intentionally or unintentionally.

He had been to the Nightmare Realm before, so he could feel the aura of the Nightmare Realm in the dark realm. He guessed that there might be a nightmare passage, but he was not sure because based on past experience, the nightmare passage could not last for such a long time.

If the person who knows the nightmare world best is definitely Sanders. Not to mention his nightmare skills, just the aura of nightmare that lingers around him from time to time makes it impossible for Sanders to escape from the nightmare world. Therefore, the only thing he can be sure of now is that Sanders must know some inside information.

Unfortunately, he tried many times and asked in private, but Sanders just refused to say anything.

He himself did not want to make his speculation public because of some selfish motives. Therefore, when faced with Douglas's inquiry, he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

Douglas didn't expect Quite to have any great ideas. His current hope was still Anglo: "So Professor Anglo, how far can you deduce now?"

Anglo flipped through the parchment on the board quickly, various data formulas reflecting on his glasses, and finally said: "I can pluck the string once and calculate a general direction without specified standards."

Douglas pondered for a moment: "Then...can you estimate the situation in the outer city and whether the future will go in a good direction or a bad direction?"

Anglo thought for a while and said: "This is a general judgment, but the standards of good and bad are different for everyone. If we judge by the string of the world, it may be based on the quality of the world process, which is good for us. It’s not necessarily good for the world, so it’s better to add a premise.”

"Is it feasible to take the overall interests of Sleepless City as the premise?"

"In other words, what you want to know is whether the Dark Realm is good or bad for the overall interests of Sleepless City?" Anglo thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

After Anglo finished speaking, he directly used the unique technique of the prophecy system in front of everyone: "Plucking the Strings".

The wooden board in his hand turned into countless phantoms in a splendid magic power, and the parchment with formulas and algorithms recorded on it slowly turned into dust and merged into the phantoms.

In the arrangement of shadows, everyone felt a strange and huge aura, as if everything in the world was included in the aura.

At this time, arcs of light appeared out of thin air and flashed between Anglo's fingers.

Anglo's fingers kept curling, and some arcs of light were intercepted by him, while others were let go by him, allowing them to pass through the unknown space.

Every time an arc of light is intercepted, a little sweat breaks out on Anglo's smooth forehead. After a while, he was sweating profusely, and a layer of white mist evaporated from his glasses.

When all the light and shadow disappeared, nearly a hundred arcs of light remained between Anglo's fingers.

He exhaled a deep breath and looked at Douglas with tired eyes: "The strings have been plucked, I'm going to start calculating, give me some time."

Anglo took out another piece of parchment and placed it on the board. He took out a feather pen, dipped it in blood ink, and wrote various unknown formulas while blending the light arcs between his fingers into the paper and pen.

This process lasted for a long time.

At first, Angel watched with interest, wanting to know what Anglo could write, but soon he felt his eyes blurred and a little drowsy.

When Sanders turned around, he saw Angel nodding his head and looking at Anglo's board.

Sanders shook his head with amusement, and said to Angel through the mind band: "Don't look at it. You are not at that level yet, so you can't see anything. Forcing yourself to remember will hurt your mental strength."

When he heard Sanders say this, Angel naturally retracted his gaze: "Teacher, was that just plucking the strings?"

Sanders nodded: "Yes, the three mainstream divisions of prophecy wizards are the long river of fate, the wheel of time, and the strings of the world. Plucking the strings is to pluck the strings of the world and use them for your own benefit."

"In addition to these three divisions, there are some small factions such as 'Astrological Coordinate Axis', 'Questioning Bell', 'Silent God'... etc. If you are interested in the prophecy system, you can go and see the "Crown Star Doctrine" circulated in the Guangyao Realm. It is published every fifty years, and each issue will be revised by the faction."

Angel always thought that prophecy was either astrology or divination. Unexpectedly, there are many divisions and factions in the prophecy system.

Sure enough, the deeper the understanding of the wizard world, the more knowledge you know, the poorer you feel.

Why is truth mentioned again and again by wizards like a tablet of a god? It is not because truth can bring powerful power, but because the pursuit of truth requires the recognition of one's own insignificance. Only when you know how small and poor you are, will you be in awe of everything in this world.

...

Anglo was still calculating, and the wizards in the magic hut were whispering, some talking about the black area of ​​the outer city, and some talking about irrelevant gossip.

Angel leaned against the window, staring at the outer city in the distance with Toby. Angel was praying that Nausicaa was not inside, and Toby was worried about Greya's safety.

When they were worried about each other, footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Angel looked back and saw a hunched man covered in a black cloak walking over.

Angel remembered him, he was the wizard apprentice who came in with Anglo. However, as soon as he entered the house, he consciously wandered out of the sight of all wizards and silently became a transparent person.

But why did he suddenly come here now?

Angel looked at him. Could it be that this person was also planning to communicate with him like the group of wizards?

Just as Angel was imagining wildly, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: "Angel, long time no see..."

Angel raised his head suddenly and looked at the other party with doubtful eyes.

Hearing his tone, he not only knew his name, but also knew him? But when Angel thought carefully, he couldn't think of anyone with a similar voice in his memory.

Facing Angel's doubt, the other party smiled bitterly and gently pulled down his cloak.

Looking at the old and thin old man in front of him, Angel was a little stunned.

The face under the cloak was indeed a familiar face, but it was a little different.

Age spots covered his cheeks, and his face was so haggard that it was unimaginable. The cheekbones were high, and even through the thin layer of skin, you could vaguely see the white bones underneath.

Just two years ago, when Angel first met him, although he was also very old, he looked very energetic.

In just two years, the other party was still a third-level wizard apprentice. Why did he become like this?

Angel hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Lord Morro?"

The person in front of him was Morro. The reason why Angel was able to enter the wizard world was because he met Morro.

He also came from the Old Earth Continent, and his relatives were the Monen family, the backbone of the Golden Sparrow Empire. Not only was there a world of difference between him and the Pat family where Angel was, but the two were one on the border and the other in the capital, and there was no intersection.

But because of the tea "Morning Dew After Rain", Morro was led to the Pat Manor.

With the help of Morro, Angel decided to embark on the path of wizards. At the same time, the healing ice coffin skin scroll on mentor Jon was also obtained from Morro.

It can be said that if it weren't for Morro's introduction, Angel would have almost never entered the wizard world in his life. In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Morro.

However, he never thought that he would meet Morro here and under such circumstances.