Chapter 707: 12 Sovereigns (4,400 Words)

Chapter 710 Twelve Monarchs (4400 words)

well known.

With her soul out of her body, Yi Lin was in a mental state.

Mental state is a special state.

Outside time is almost at a standstill.

The speed of the brain's operation has broken away from the limitations of the body and reached the real limit.

It's almost the same principle as the overclocking of a computer CPU.

In the mental state, Yi Lin reads, understands, and deduces, and time flows.

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

At least, humans shouldn't.

But Erin still finished.

"Thank you, mage!"

Yi Lin didn't know whether the mage successfully returned to his own world after leaving Gugu Town, or whether he had already died. But before seeing the dead body of the supreme mage lying on the street with his own eyes, Yi Lin could barely live as the supreme mage for the time being.

And be grateful.

In a mental state, Yi Lin can see ten things with one eye.

When Yi Lin finished reading different pages of hundreds of books, there was a huge sucking force from the fleshy buttocks in front of her, and Yi Lin opened her eyes again.

Four weeks later, time resumed its normal flow rate again.

Yi Lin glanced at the clock set in the library, and it took only five minutes for Yi Lin to finish reading the contents of the 100-page magic tome.

In this mere five minutes, maintaining a mental state consumed four-fifths of Yi Lin's psionic energy.

Oh, and now it's mana.

You know, Yi Lin's psionic value is notoriously abundant.

In other words, the consumption of the soul leaving the body is terrifying.

While sorting out new experiences and consolidating his memory, he calculated.

First read the book in the normal way, then switch to the mental state when the psionic energy is full, and then return to the normal way when the reading is almost complete... Repeating back and forth, wouldn't it be equivalent to doubling the time?

hiss……

Plan to pass!

Yi Lin became angry.

- Explosive liver.

fifth day.

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

That squire recruited by Seberast,

Openly lying on the spiral staircase in the shape of "big", sleeping soundly.

Yi Lin finally couldn't take it anymore.

The snoring sounded one after another in the quiet library room.

Yi Lin blatantly disrupted the order of the clock tower, and was soon stabbed to Lord Barthumero.

"Sleeping in the library?"

During the day, at the behest of Lord Bathermelo, Cerberus pushed a wheelchair and brought Barthamelo Dylan here.

The wheelchair goes up the spiral staircase. Strangely, as the wheelchair moved forward, the steps under the wheels turned into slopes strangely. This allowed Barthemello's wheelchair to travel unimpeded on the stairs.

soon,

The two of them came to the sleeping Yi Lin.

"Like a child."

Barthamelo Dylan smiled slightly.

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

Barthamelo Dylan did not refute, and asked again: "Has he not been away for a few days?"

"Back to the master, five days."

"So that's the case, do you feel it?"

"?"

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

Cerberus' face changed slightly, and his eyes changed a little. She lowered her head immediately, and held Yi Lin's palm who was sleeping soundly.

At this time,

Erin opened her eyes.

"you……"

"Do not talk."

Cerberus said.

"I don't think we've gotten to know each other that well."

Yi Lin sat up helplessly, saying so on her mouth, but her body let Cerberus do whatever she wanted.

After a few seconds,

Cerberus let go of his hand, frowning.

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

Yi Lin rubbed her eyes and asked.

In fact, although he was soundly asleep, he was already awake when Barthumello Dylan and Cerberus came to him.

Yi Lin and Bathomero Dylan looked at each other, and there was a faint smile on the pale face of the young man—— Yi Lin knew that she had been pretending to be asleep just now, and was easily seen through.

The wisdom in the boy's eyes is not like what he can have at his age.

"Is this also an inheritance?"

Combined with her own understanding of "magic", Yi Lin felt puzzled.

Barthamelo Dylan didn't seem to get past Yi Lin's mischievousness in pretending to be sleeping. He sat in a wheelchair, lightly rested his chin, and asked with a smile, "Magic, is it interesting?"

"good."

Erin told the truth.

Bathmelo Dylan, as if recalling something, calmly said: "Do you know the stranger from the East? Your ancient country once had a branch of our Association of Magicians."

"once?"

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

"oh."

Yi Lin nodded, and Yi Lin was not very 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, couldn't hold back rarely, 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.

Yi Lin looked up at the sunlight cast by the painted skylight, and secretly complained.

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

"..."

It was only then that Yi Lin remembered that she hadn't left here for five days.

Although there was no strenuous exercise, and there was no exaggerated strange smell on her body, Yi Lin herself couldn't stand it.

Sneaking back into her room, Yi Lin lay on the soft bed after a good rubbing session, thinking about life.

Something seemed to happen in the afternoon.

Erin closed her eyes.

At present, many things in the clock tower are shrouded in mist, and Yi Lin can't see clearly.

He didn't understand what was the purpose of Bathomero Dylan to show him such a vast amount of knowledge so generously.

Yi Lin always felt that something was wrong.

But without enough information, nothing can be analyzed.

Regarding the "entrustment" of the prototype treasure, Bathmelo Dylan didn't mention it, and Yi Lin also pretended that she had forgotten it.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Miriam for several days. She won't go around killing people in a hurry, right?"

After getting along for a short time during this period, Yi Lin classified Miriam into the same type as Xiao Wu.

You will draw your sword when you are happy, you will draw your sword when you are unhappy, and you will draw your sword if you disagree. In short, either drawing the sword, or on the way to draw the sword.

This is probably the case, easy to understand and dangerous.

Speaking of which,

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

Counting the fingers, it seems that the next door trial is imminent.

Yi Lin frowned, quietly thinking about the matters in the guild.

It doesn't matter, every member's information is listed.

For the arrangement of the door trial, Yi Lin trusts Molly and can leave it to her to arrange the team formation.

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

She is fine.

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

"correct……"

Thinking of the door trial, Yi Lin straightened her back on the bed and sat up straight in an instant.

He swiped his fingers, trying to open the door.

——Sure enough, it failed.

The door of the death tower area server cannot be opened here.

"Sure enough, if all the functions are normal, people with the 'permanent access authority' will be able to stay in other server areas forever." Yi Lin was already prepared for this, and sighed softly: "That is to say, in the future Is there no way to enter the trial for the time being before this trouble is resolved?"

It seems that time must be seized.

Hurry up, grasp the essence of magic as soon as possible, and integrate it into his "free method".

By the way - let's deal with Milian's troubles.

Well, it's decided.

Yi Lin made up her mind, originally planned to take a good rest before four o'clock in the afternoon, then hurried back to the library and continued to explode.

He faintly sensed that this peaceful day of gaining knowledge would not last too long.

In the past few days, several magician apprentices who occasionally visited the library, when they saw Yi Lin, they all cast strange glances.

They whispered in low voices: "Look, there's that weird guy who obviously doesn't have any magician blood, but stays in the library all day long."

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

"Maybe it's for bragging rights after leaving here."

"Trying hard."

Some people admire.

Yi Lin glanced at their costumes.

There is a strict hierarchy in the clock tower.

Yi Lin came across this incident two days ago in a document interspersed with 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 magician's status from high to low, there are seven "ranks" in total, namely: Crown, Color, Dian, Sacrificial, Open, eldest son, and last son.

The last child is the lowest grade of apprentices, according to the level of modern education, similar to "kindergarten students".

There is no ornament on their clothing, just a piece of black linen.

Starting from the "eldest son", the magician's clothing began to be pinned with medals, corresponding to different levels according to the style of the medal.

These days, Yi Lin is not just indulging in books. Through observation, he can roughly judge the position of the other party in the clock tower from the clothing.

In the "color position" rank, according to the rank from high to low, it is divided into "red", "blue", "yellow", "orange", "purple", "green" and "black". Their sleeves, On the edge of the collar, there is lace of the corresponding color.

This level seems to be very rare. These days, Yi Lin has only seen one with "purple" borders on his sleeves. Others call him "Magician of Purple".

In short, it is quite complicated.

Yi Lin saw that those who were whispering were all kindergarten-level scum. So Yi Lin 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.

Obviously, with their IQs, they could tell that Yi Lin's smile was mocking.

Yi Lin didn't have time to waste on this kind of boring face-slapping and pretending. She stepped up the spiral stairs without anyone else, found a quiet corner, and randomly took a book from the bookshelf.

"A total of 101 pages, yo, I like the number. This is it!"

After making the selection, Yi Lin sat on the steps and studied hard.

"To perform magic, a magician needs to have certain 'magic preparations' in addition to satisfying the three major elements: base plate, technique, and circuit. Hey, it seems that there have been people who used 'magic' under the guise of magic tricks before. ah."

It was another basic magic textbook. Yi Lin became interested and quickly flipped through it.

"Magic preparations, magic tricks, rituals, singing?"

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

"In addition to the above, a magician must have magical powers to perform magic."

"Magic power cannot be produced out of thin air. It is transformed by the magician's vitality. Therefore, this is mentioned in another book. Most magicians are short-lived. That's why they are struggling to find the real reason for the successor of magic?"

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

"Huh? Excellent magicians, their body fluids, hair, and even skin debris contain different degrees of magic power. It's a bit awesome. Excellent magicians can even draw magic power from body fluids...why doesn't it sound like that?" So right."

"Ceremonial dress...armed...inherent barrier...singularity..."

One by one brand-new nouns popped up on the paper.

Time passed quietly.

Yi Lin was fascinated by watching, and before she knew it, it was already afternoon.

"Time is up."

Three thirty in the afternoon.

A cold voice rang in Yi Lin's ear.

Yi Lin raised her head, just facing Cerberus' dark face.

"No, there is still half an hour."

Yi Lin closed the book, just finished reading page 101, the timing was just right, and Yi Lin was satisfied.

along the way,

Cerberus seemed a little annoyed.

Yi Lin silently followed behind Cerberus, and soon he noticed that the other party's mood was not right. When he walked, he was breathing heavily, and compared with usual, his crotch was very big.

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

Yi Lin asked tentatively.

"..."

Cerberus was silent and walked faster.

"By the way, you should have used the 'Rune Rune' that day, right?" Yi Lin said in a low voice, as if she was talking to herself. , but the voice is loud enough to make Cerberus clearly visible: "Using different types of ancient characters as the main base, different characters have different powers, it is really a multifunctional type of magic. But I am a little strange, If both sides of the battle, he can recognize your text type at a glance, will the power be greatly reduced?"

"I saw a sentence in a book, 'Concealment is the essence of magic. The more people know and use it, the more scattered and weakened the power will be'. In this way, knowing the essence of your magic in front of you, isn't it Just abolish it?"

"You know too much."

With his back turned to Yi Lin, Cerberus replied coldly.

The two stopped talking.

Yi Lin didn't continue to make fun of herself, she laughed.

About a few minutes before four o'clock.

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

It was an old Gothic building.

Yi Lin stepped into it, and instantly noticed that countless eyes were focused on her.

The architectural style reminds Yi Lin of churches in the West.

The tall dome and the magic ceilings emit light of different colors.

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

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

Yi Lin and Cerberus were stepping 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 of very different ages, genders, and temperaments stood side by side on a high platform. Compared with the thousands of magic apprentices in the audience, they stood out from the crowd, and it was difficult for people not to notice them at a glance.

And that young monarch, Barthamelo Dylan, was impressively among the seven.

Yi Lin stared.

Without thinking or reasoning, he understood the identities of those seven people in just an instant.

Located at the apex of the Clock Tower...

Twelve monarchs!

—— Seventh.