Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 45 True Mage and Macedonia (, please order first!)
[We have all been deceived by the gods! Magic is not something given by God. Anyone can use magic, including you who have no magic power! ]

Ok?
When Richard saw this sentence, his mind suddenly buzzed.

He seemed to have traveled through the long river of time and saw a powerful wizard with a skinny figure but bright eyes.

He sat on a mountain of books made up of countless magic books, looking down from above, holding the Staff of Disintegration and making a loud announcement.

Anyone can use magic, including you who don't have any magic power!
Richard's heart tightened. It was definitely not a coincidence that the teacher left this book here. He must have foreseen that I would be sealed by the stigmata.

He immediately opened the book and read it carefully.

【Introduction:

You need a magic book to learn magic.

We have been told this since we were little.

Our parents and teachers also firmly believe this.

It seems that this has been the truth since ancient times.

The magic book is a gift from the goddess of magic and is the embodiment of the soul.

Long ago, there was a clear distinction between soldiers and heroes. Heroes were the higher-level form of soldiers.

Some soldiers are born with magic books and can learn magic naturally. Soldiers without magic books need to buy magic books after becoming heroes before they can learn magic.

At that time, magic was very difficult to learn, and heroes and soldiers had to pay a high price to learn magic in magic guilds and magic temples.

At that time, magic was simply divided into four factions: earth, fire, water, and wind. The effects were simple and without any characteristics.

History rolls forward.

Today, the vision of our ancestors that 'everyone can be a hero' has been realized.

The boundary between soldiers and heroes gradually blurred, and more and more powers that belonged only to heroes were acquired by soldiers, including the power to cast spells.

Soldiers who are born without magic books can learn magic by purchasing magic books without becoming heroes.

As a result, magic became popular in the world of Yasa, and new magic emerged one after another.

As magic became more popular, it became more complex and more than a dozen factions were formed.

Before me, the spellcasters in the world of Yasha, whether they called themselves sorcerers, magicians, bishops, priests, witches, astrologers or something else, were essentially wizards.

The wizard's power comes from the unknown mystery.

The process by which early wizards created magic was very simple.

For example, a wizard saw a fire burning a forest and killing a large number of wild animals. He was impressed by the greatness of the fire and observed it, hoping to gain its power.

If he observes carefully enough, there is a chance that he will comprehend the magic [Fireball]. After he comprehends the [Fireball], this magic will be engraved in his magic book and he can use it at will.

Of course, since each wizard observes natural phenomena in different ways, the magic they obtain will also be different. For the same phenomenon of fire burning trees, some wizards may be able to comprehend the [Fireball], while others may be able to comprehend the [Fire Magic Wall].

Mysterious and random.

This is a wizard. All the magic created by a wizard comes from a mysterious and unknown gift.

Because magic was obtained so miraculously, wizards regarded it as a gift from gods, and thus there was a saying that all magic was bestowed by gods.

However, this statement is wrong.

After I reached the pinnacle of wizards, I finally realized that the magic that wizards comprehend is not a gift from any gods, but comes from the world itself!
The so-called gift is nothing more than the resonance between the wizard's soul and the rules of the world, allowing the power of the rules to descend upon the wizard in the form of magic.

We have all been deceived by the gods.

The magic bestowed upon wizards by the world was not created by gods at all. It existed in the world itself.

Engraving these magics on the magic book to cast spells is not real spellcasting at all, but borrowing these magics.

The wizard does not really master the magic in the magic book, but only has the right to use it.

Those magics are like an ownerless door, and you can cast spells as long as you open the door.

Wizards engrave magic in magic books, which is equivalent to having the key to open the magic door.

Any wizard who has the key can open the magic door, but this magic door does not belong to any wizard and is not controlled by any wizard.

If you want to truly master magic, you have to analyze the world rules behind natural phenomena, understand the underlying principles of natural phenomena, and gain magic from analyzing and learning the rules!

Flames burn trees - it's a natural phenomenon.

The principle why flames can burn trees is that a large amount of concentrated fire elements deconstruct the elemental bonds of the trees, thereby releasing a large amount of energy - this is the rule of the world.

Through observation, wizards can obtain the gift of [Fireball] magic and engrave it in the magic book.

Now that I have mastered the principle of how fire burns trees, I can use magic power to imitate this principle and ignite things other than trees. I call this [Ignition].

This is the true mastery of magic.

Different from the confused wizards, I call people like me who master magic by mastering the rules "mages", and I call this magic that imitates the rules "true magic".

ah? ah? !

Richard was stunned.

Wait a minute, the super boss who created the profession of mage was actually the great wizard Bob, but this was not mentioned in the history books I read before.

Is someone hiding the truth of history?

Also, I can understand all the above. Mages do need to study and understand the rules to master new magic. This is consistent with my previous understanding and is also common sense in the entire mage world today.

But, sir, are you missing a step?
After understanding the rules, don't you have to imprint the rules you understand on the magic book, and then let the magic book generate magic before you can cast the spell?

Why don't you need a magic book?
Boss, you are so awesome that you don’t need a magic book.

Or after the profession of mage was passed down, someone modified it to require a magic book?

Richard suppressed his doubts and continued reading.

[The power of a wizard comes from the unknown mystery, while the power of a mage comes from the sophistication of wisdom.

A wizard obtains magic through the gift of the world.

A wizard obtains magic by mastering the rules.

Because the wizard truly masters the rules and imitates the rules to cast spells, the wizard does not need a magic book at all. As long as he has magic power, he can cast spells.

Any living being - even those without a magic book - can gain the ability to cast spells by mastering [True Magic].

I am the most powerful wizard in the world, and I can assert that the path of wizards has no future and will inevitably be replaced by mages.

I firmly believe that there is no God and no master in this world.

Knowledge is rules, and rules are magic.

Our world is a solvable puzzle. When all the puzzles of the world are solved, the whole world will be sublimated. 】

Knowledge is rules, and rules are magic.

Richard's eyes flickered.

I am all too familiar with this statement.

This sentence appears in all textbooks of the Mage Academy, and every mage must recite it as if it were his or her life belief.

Because this sentence is so well-known, there are many spoofs of it.

For example, Da Lei is a dream, and a dream is big white legs and so on.

Richard took a deep breath, and although he wanted to continue reading, he still closed the book by his own willpower.

"The Origin of Wizards: The Truth" is a book written by the Great Wizard Bob, who is the sage sleeping in the Warriors' Tomb.

I remember reading in "The Master of Magic: Biography of Great Wizard Bob" that Great Wizard Bob has the ability to cast spells without a magic book.

I originally thought that this ability of his came from the combined artifact [Great Wizard's Staff], but now it seems that is not the case.

What he released was most likely the "True Magic" that did not require a magic book. He was also a true magician who mastered the rules...

This is really interesting.

No wonder the organization reminded me in the hallucination that I don’t need to be afraid of the Stigmata Shackles. It seems that this book may contain the secret to becoming a true wizard.

Although Richard wanted to know the true magician's method immediately, this stinking place was obviously not suitable for research.

Richard could only put the book away first.

He patted Da Lan on the shoulder, promised him some big promises like working hard and getting promoted and getting rich in the future, and then hurriedly left the underground prison.

After calculating the time, Richard ran to the gate of Saint Laurent Prison.

As soon as he appeared at the gate, the gargoyle guarding the gate shouted excitedly: "Warden! There is a steaming cart waiting for you outside."

Richard's eyes lit up.

"I know. He's here to deliver the wine. How long has he been here?"

“Just arrived”

"That's a coincidence."

Two gargoyles opened the prison gate, and Richard saw an old steam train parked at the door.

A driver wearing a purple robe, with pale and messy hair, looking cool and handsome, opened the window of the steam train.

He leaned out, whistled at Richard, and shouted:

"Hey, Warden Lee! 20 cases of milk wine, 15 cases of rye, and 30 cases of dwarven beer have been delivered.

The price of this truckload of wine is equivalent to two months' salary of mine. You are really willing to spend it."

Richard laughed and said:

"Hahaha, I only have Greenham as my jailer. If I don't treat him well, I'm afraid he'll run away."

The handsome driver grinned and asked, "I'm so envious of you.

Warden, is your prison still accepting people? What do you think of me? I have been a driver in Macedonia for decades. I am proficient in driving and maintaining various types of vehicles.

I am good at buying cars, racing cars, and repairing cars.”

"Welcome!" Richard was delighted. "If you are willing to come, we will go through the entry procedures now." "I am very willing! Just wait, as long as the executive nods, I will come to you right away."

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst loud laughter, the two men carried boxes of fine wine out of the car.

Just as Richard was about to move the wine into the prison, a gargoyle guarding the gate flapped its wings and flew over.

"Warden, I'll do the rough work."

It cheerfully placed all the wine boxes on its back and diligently carried them to the prison.

Richard was delighted. "This gargoyle Heichun is quite worldly-wise."

“Of course, this is a high-level military gargoyle that even rich people can’t buy.

It has an artificial soul, its IQ is comparable to that of intelligent creatures, and it is very good at imitating and learning. "

Macedonia said as he handed Richard a cigarette.

Richard took the cigarette and put it in his mouth without lighting it. He just bit the cigarette and asked:
"How are you tonight, driver? Are you busy?"

"Busy, very busy. Sometimes I am asked to pick up this, sometimes I am asked to deliver that.

Every driver in our convoy is working around the clock. Even the truck group that drives trucks for the army is very busy tonight.

The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building.

The peaceful days are about to end. "

Macedonia frowned with deep hatred.

Richard raised his eyebrows and scolded with a smile:
"Good fellow. You are so busy that you still have time to help me deliver wine? You really love me deeply, driver brother."

"Haha, of course I must. Forget about the others, but I must take your orders seriously, Li Dian.

I was thinking of working in your prison."

"Good! Brotherly enough!"

Richard didn't believe a word of Macedonia's words, but he still laughed and said:

"Brother, just for the favor of sending me the wine, we must sit down and have a meal together tonight."

Richard turned and shouted:
"Heichun, put the wine at the door, then go find Green and ask him to get a table and drink."

"Yes! Warden!"

"Haha, I just happen to want to be lazy, so I'll refuse your offer."

The driver, Macedonia, smiled and agreed generously.

He quickly turned off the steam locomotive, pulled out the key, and jumped off the locomotive.

As soon as Richard got out of the car, he could see clearly that although Macedonia had a head full of white hair, his face was well maintained and did not have many wrinkles. He had a sturdy build, only slightly shorter than himself, and was a handsome old man.

Soon, the gatekeeper gargoyle brought over the confused Green Ham.

Green Ham, who was a little puzzled, immediately smiled when he saw dozens of boxes of wine placed at the main entrance of the prison.

He held a bottle of dwarven brew in his left hand and a bottle of milky white wine in his right hand, and shouted to Richard excitedly:

"Boss. Are all these drinks for me? Oh my god, I'm so happy.

Boss, didn't you just say you wouldn't buy me a drink? So you lied to me and wanted to give me a surprise?"

"Haha." Richard shook his head and laughed. "As brothers, how could I not give you a drink?
The entire travel city is in a state of panic tonight, with every step facing crisis.

What if our car is parked in front of the liquor store and is attacked by assassins? The right thing to do is to rush back to our base camp first.

As for the wine, that depends on luck. We are lucky to have Brother Macedonia, who took the trouble to deliver wine to us. "

"Ahaha, I really didn't follow the wrong boss." Graham said excitedly: "From now on, if you tell me to go west, I won't dare to go east.

Thank you, driver brother."

"Hahaha, what are you thanking me for? You're welcome." Macedonia clasped his fists vigorously towards Green Ham, and very consciously took the tables and chairs he brought, arranged them on the spot, and made a 'please' gesture to Richard.

"Warden Li, you first."

"Yeah." Richard sat down leisurely. He picked up the wine bottle, filled a glass for himself, and poured another glass for the driver.

He pointed at the cup with his hand and said to the driver, "You can drink as much as you want, and I can drink as much as I want. There's no need to toast each other. Tonight, we brothers have no status distinction. We are just drinking and chatting."

"Okay, okay," the driver said with a big smile, but Richard didn't raise his glass, and he didn't move either.

It was not until Richard took the lead in picking up the glass and taking a sip that he raised his glass and drank it down.

"Hiss," the driver said with a rich expression. "Good wine. It's delicious and sweet. It also has a milky aroma. This is a specialty milk liquor from the Underdark, with milk from a minotaur added to it. It doesn't taste like alcohol at all, but is extremely sweet."

"It's really good. I don't drink much alcohol normally. If you let me buy it myself, I really can't buy such good wine. Brother Macedonia, you are thoughtful."

"Oh, these wines are so expensive. I usually can't afford to buy them. I only gained some experience by eating and drinking with the leaders."

Richard raised his eyebrows casually and asked, "Oh, driver brother, are you familiar with the leaders of the Travel City?"

"Yes, I know everything. I'm a good driver, very stable.

Whether it was Executive Officer Iluna or Lord Star Song, I had been their driver.

Even when Maher came to the city of travel, I was the one who made sure he got travel arrangements.

The most important thing for people in our line of work is to be bold, careful, and keep your mouth shut. And I happen to be good at all three of these.”

"Good." Richard gave a thumbs up. "Driver brother, you are really a rare talent."

He casually asked, "Brother Driver, how long have you been a driver?"

The driver raised two fingers and made a "yeah" gesture in front of Richard.

Richard asked doubtfully, "20 years?"

"No, that's not right."

"So that's 12 years?"

The driver stopped keeping the secret. He laughed and said, "Two years. This is my second year as a driver."

"Two years?" Macedonia already had some white hair on his temples. He looked to be at least 50 years old, but he had only been driving for two years. Richard couldn't understand.

"How could you have driven for so many leaders in two years? As far as I know, the drivers around leaders are usually people they trust.

Normally, it would take more than two years just to assess the loyalty of drivers. "

"Hahaha, that's right. If I were a professional driver, it would definitely not be my turn to drive for them. But I wasn't a driver before."

"So you used to be?"

The driver smiled and touched his head. With a look of reminiscence in his eyes, he said softly, "I used to be a spy."

Richard:? !!!
"Warden, do you have time to listen to my story?

"Of course I'm free." Richard smiled.

“There’s good wine in the air, so why not?
"Haha, OK! Then I'll start from the beginning. I was born into a wealthy family in Texas. My parents were both local officials. I had a very good life.

Maybe it was because I was born too well that my growth process was full of hardships.

I was born without the ability to eat on my own. After three years of malnutrition, I was skinny. The ambulance doctor who received a huge sum of money to treat my illness left a sentence, "Sir, I can't cure you, I tried my best." He chose to run away with the money and has not been found to this day.

My father was a soldier before he entered politics. He looked at my skinny son and decided to give me a try and train me seriously. If the method was wrong and I died from training, I would have to accept it.

From that day on, I stopped taking medicine and instead meditated, exercised, and raced cars with my father every day. Miraculously, I survived.

I have a younger brother who was originally much more favored than me. But he had the same problem as me, and was also caught by my father and disciplined.

I could handle it, but he couldn't. He died at the age of 5.

The father was deeply distressed and quarreled with his superior at the police station every day. As a result, his superior framed him and assigned him a sinecure.

My father was so angry that he made me practice for an hour every day before school. If he saw that I was not careful, he would tie me to a pillar and make me sleep standing up to train my perseverance.

In order to train my fearlessness of death, he would often lift me up high and throw me into the river, letting me experience the feeling of losing control and drowning, and try to save myself.

Damn it, he was transferred to a sinecure and I am the one who suffers.”

Dear dad!

Richard stood in awe.

This is definitely his biological father! A stepfather wouldn't do such a thing.

“My life became stronger and stronger with practice, and my physical fitness and grades gradually reached the peak. From swimming to spell practice, I could get full marks in all the grades inside and outside the classroom.

The full score only represents the limit of the test paper, not my limit.

Later, after I graduated, I was selected by the Xingyue Club as a reserve member because of my excellent grades.

When I was working for the Star and Crescent Society, I cracked several transport codes of the Holy See and was appreciated by President Maher. He wrote a letter personally, identifying me as the best candidate to be sent to the Holy See as a spy.

I changed my clothes, lost 30 kilograms, and was admitted to the Labor Union as a professional magic car maintenance worker. I disguised myself as an employee of the Labor Union and went to the Holy See alone.

One night sixteen years ago, I boarded the White Cotton ship at a dock in Texas and officially headed for the Holy See.

I looked at the mountains and the sea of ​​my hometown. From the moment I boarded the ship, my past self had died in Texas, and I was reborn as a magic train maintenance worker named Alexander.

At that time, I felt a thousand kinds of emotions in my heart, which were extremely unpleasant. Only people who often work as spies can understand that feeling. Warden, you should understand, right? "

As Macedonia spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand and clinked it with Richard's.

"Come on, let's have a drink. To our colorful past."

Richard: ???

Richard laughed and said:

"Hahahahaha, you are joking, Macedonian brother. You are the one who is colorful, while my life is dull and boring. There is no story behind it."

Get lost, don't get involved.

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