Chapter 1432 1404 Open Card

Chapter 1432 1404. Open Card

Vigoforts is a handsome and strong man, who looks only thirty or forty years old, full of vigor and charm.

Even when he stood with the girl he recognized as the ‘most beautiful valley daisy’, he was not suppressed by the beauty of the pure-blooded elf and was inconspicuous. He still exuded his own powerful aura.

They passed through the Glory Gallery in Aretuza College. The paintings hanging in this gallery were all from famous artists.

But even so, these paintings by famous artists are just embellishments as embellishments of the historical nodes depicted in those paintings.

The birth of warlocks, the key moments on the road of development, and those outstanding people who are famous in the history books.

Until the last one, it was a shield with a kissing picture drawn in the form of a charcoal sketch.

Lan En and Vigoforts were silent and walked straight through the Glory Gallery.

Even though they both remembered that their first meeting and first conversation took place here.

They also crossed the wide stone bridge between the two towers in the academy.

Originally, the stone bridge was laid out with black and white square stones, like a chessboard.

But Viggoforts remembered clearly that it was actually just a permanent illusion to cover up the truth. Because of the salt and moisture in the sea breeze, the bridge was actually not far from falling apart.

Only the black grid was still walkable, and the rest were unstable footholds.

The cost of repair was too high, and the use of illusions could maintain the dignity of the warlocks.

And just over two years ago, after the Valyrian steel business was up and running, the bridge had actually been repaired.

There was no magic on the bridge anymore.

"It has changed so much."

Suddenly, Viggoforts stopped on the bridge. The soles of his deerskin boots seemed to have nothing to do and grinded the stones on the bridge, making a rustling sound.

He turned and looked at Lan En, who followed him silently.

"The changes in the academy are so great."

"Your words almost make me think you graduated from Aretusa."

Lan En said a cold joke calmly.

"I am a traditional type of warlock." Vigfortz explained indifferently, "I followed the instructor one-on-one, and at most I changed instructors after I finished my studies. I really have never been in the academy environment."

"But I am not unfamiliar with Aretusa. After all, I have to come here every time for meetings."

"Do you see that tall tower?"

In the night, and under the sea breeze blowing across the bridge, Vigfortz pointed to the second tallest tower in the Aretusa complex. It was built of rocks, and compared to the brightly lit Aretusa main body, it was dark and lifeless.

The waves hit the reef rock wall of Thanedd Island, stirring into white waves and foam, making a roar.

"Tomorrow, the ten great wizards from the two wizard councils who greeted you just now will wear traditional costumes: black cloaks and pointed hats fluttering in the wind, just like those depicted in the storybook illustrations."

"We will also bring wands and crutches, just like the images parents use to scare their children. This is tradition."

"We will enter the Garstang Palace accompanied by several representatives. The meeting will be held behind closed doors. The rest of the representatives will wait in Aretusa for the final decision."

Lan En thought to himself that I know more about the "traditional wizard image" than you do. Gandalf is too traditional in appearance.

"Then what about the tallest tower? What role will it play in this meeting?"

Lan En continued.

The wizard summit, considering the symbolic meaning, it is impossible to give up the tallest tower, right?

The tower looks abandoned for a long time. Although Lan En has lived in the academy for a long time, he is not very clear about what the tower is used for.

"Tor Laura, the Seagull Tower, is now abandoned. Is it important? Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"According to the legend of the elves," the handsome male wizard shrugged, "the portal in this tower connects to the mysterious Tor Givail, the 'Tower of the Swifts'."

"That is the secret base of the legendary elven sages."

"At that time, we tried to discover the portal in this tower, but failed, and later it was sealed. Many people protested, after all, everyone wanted to leave a name in history, but the portal was distorted by the malfunction and disorder is an objective fact, and it will not disappear because of a few protests."

The sea breeze was still blowing, and Lan En did not continue.

The two felt almost at the same time that the greetings were over.

"I can almost conclude that after our first conversation, you think I am paying attention to the strange influences on those children of destiny."

Vigofortz had a strange smile on his face.

"You think I'm chasing the power of fate. But what makes me curious is: do you still think so now?"

"No." Lan En's face was calm, and he just shook his head. "I think even a young talent like you who is arrogant and proud would not be so unrealistic to explore fate as a research object."

"So now I feel that I can't see through you, at least most of it. I don't know what you are pursuing."

"You don't know me, but I know you, Lan En."

Vigofortz chuckled, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"I know that the outside world says that you love the north and your hometown Cintra. But I know that you only regard the kings and their kingdoms as a mess. Because your soul and flesh have nothing to do with the so-called North and Cintra."

The demon hunter suddenly frowned and turned to look at the wizard.

The wizard himself seemed to have no feeling.

"What an interesting idea, please don't get me wrong, I really don't see people like you, Lan En."

"You despise those kings and kingdoms. You look at them like standing downstream of a river, looking at swollen corpses floating down from upstream."

"When you see them, you only see what they look like after death."

"They will eventually be eliminated. The so-called "immortal country like marble" is like a day destined to die in your eyes."

"Everything has an end." Lan En said calmly, "Anyone who studies history or philosophy will not doubt this."

Vilgofortz looked up at the tall and beautiful figure under the moonlight, with a playful smile on his lips.

"But even the historian who has the most opinions on this, when I tell him that the kingdom he lives in today will perish in the foreseeable future, his first reaction will still be doubt and helplessness."

"But you are only sure."

"It's like you are used to seeing the collapse and disappearance of those great kingdoms, you know it is destined."

"Why, Lan En? Why do you have such a detached perspective? After all, you don't have an extra meat ball in your chest compared to others?"

The demon hunter narrowed his eyes suddenly, looking at the wizard who seemed to be just talking casually.

"Prophecy?" After a long silence, Lan asked, "Or something else? I should have thought that you would investigate me."

"You thought of it, Lan." On the contrary, Vigfortz praised sincerely, "What you didn't expect is that I was able to investigate you to this point. I worked hard."

"How could those lame prophecies and exploration magic penetrate such a beautiful light shell?"

Vigfortz's fingers gestured to Lan in mid-air, but the outline gestured was not Lan's body, and his eyes were not focused on the body.

——What he gestured was the outline of Lan's [body light]!

That is, the 'light shell' he mentioned!

Vigfortz's chuckle did not make the atmosphere friendly. On the contrary, the solemn feeling accumulated between the two people.

Suddenly, the wizard's fingers that were stretched out outside retracted, as if they were cooled by an inexplicable sea breeze.

The smile on his face disappeared, and after Lan En became serious, his expression became serious and solemn.

"I beg you, Lan En."

Vigfortz said suddenly without any context.

His handsome face was extremely sincere.

He started to get straight to the point.

"I think with your ability, you must have felt the weird atmosphere at this banquet. Let's be frank."

He took a deep breath.

"A fierce battle is brewing, my friend. This will be a fierce battle of life and death. No one will show mercy or sit and wait for death. Everyone wants to use magic, swords, and even teeth to win and survive."

"I ask you, noble bystander, master of detached vision: join the side with a better chance of winning. Join us."

"No, Lan En, don't frown at me in a hurry. I know what you want to say. You want to say that you don't care who has a better chance of winning, because which side you are on has a better chance of winning. Very confident and proud, this is you."

"But listen to me, today Different from the past. "

"You still want to say that you don't care about the odds of winning or losing, you just stick to the position you think is right. After all, you have been like this since the beginning, and it doesn't even matter whether this power exists or not."

"But listen to me." Vigfortz looked at Lan En, "This is not a good idea."

"You regard the Northern Kingdom as a decaying grave of dry bones, so why not use this detached vision to look at it more? Look further? More relieved?"

"Everything has an end." The wizard persuaded him with Lan En's words, "Why care about those trivial things?"

"For example, human life?" Lan En asked back.

"Just like human life." Vigfortz responded.

The tall figure of the demon hunter was silent, but the atmosphere gradually changed.

The relaxed muscles were active, and the vigorous heat and vitality were bursting out from the two hearts and the blood vessels flowing with high-energy blood, just like adding a handful of carbon to the furnace.

Lan En nodded first, indicating that he understood Vigfortz's confusing conversation, and then

"Pfft."

The wizard looked at the noble and gorgeous beauty in the moonlight in front of him with a bit of astonishment in his cold eyes - although they were both men, Vigfortz could only make a subconscious description and called her a beauty - tilted his head towards the sea outside the bridge and spit out a mouthful of disdainful saliva.

It was a rude and impolite action, but the moonlight made Lan En's hair color like molten silver and beautiful face more dreamy. Even such an action, he had a free and easy beauty when he did it.

But the key to this action is not the temperament and beauty, but its disdainful connotation.

"I also ask you, respected archmage Vigfortz."

He said the word "request", but Lan's face was cold and hard.

The slightly glowing cat eyes looked down at him.

"Calm down."

The tone was like an admonition, and also like a warning with implicit threats.

"I ask you to calm down, Vigfortz."

After saying that, the wizard also became expressionless. He faced Lan and walked backwards to the other side of the bridge, gradually sinking into the shadow of the tower under the moonlight.

And Lan turned around and left without looking back.

Now, the cards are clear.

On the way back to Aretusa Banquet Hall, Lan, with a cold face and hurried steps, ran into another friend of his -

The red-bearded dwarf, who should not be here, looked anxious, Xiloton Giancardi.