Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 202 Heading to the Mage Tower
Mr. Palansi, we don't necessarily have to become enemies.

You don't have to rush to answer me.

Back in the ward, Palansi's mind replayed the conversation between him and Ethan. These were all the words he had said, but they ended up coming back to him in a way he had never expected.

Ethan also extended an invitation to him and the entire Servant of God organization.

This made Palansi hesitant. This was a way of decay that they had never imagined. There was no civil war, no killing and death, but everything about this civilization was changing subtly.

Peaceful evolution.

This is a concept proposed by Ethan.

Perhaps this will become the mainstream of civilization decay in the future. The predicted time of 370-420 years may no longer represent the cycle of disaster, but the time node for the emergence of new energy and new technology.

The emergence of every new energy source may bring about comprehensive social changes, even at the cost of destroying the old civilization.

Lying on the hospital bed, Palansi carefully recalled every word they had discussed in the meeting. He was well taken care of in the imperial capital. Three meals a day were nutritious meals carefully prepared by the hospital. He also had an independent ward, which was located on the top floor of the hospital. Standing by the window, he could have a bird's eye view of the neighborhood outside the hospital.

In today's imperial capital, even the familiar outlines of the past no longer exist.

Priests are no longer clergymen, but doctors, which has become a respectable job. They do not have to completely surrender themselves to the goddess of life, and their time after get off work is no different from that of ordinary people. While going upstairs, Palansi heard several doctors passing by talking about the game in the imperial capital.

Palansi's eyes moved to the wheelchair beside the bed. The "good granddaughter" Bi'an introduced to him in detail how to use the wheelchair. This is the "Light Wheel 1000" with massage function. Its speed is not as fast as the 2000 used in professional competitions, but it is more suitable for home life.

At this moment, a wonderful idea suddenly emerged in his heart.

Perhaps he could take an electric wheelchair to visit the current imperial capital, visit the qualifying rounds of the "Imperial Capital Wheelchair Masters" that are held every evening recently, and experience what doctors call "off-duty" life.

He had no way of knowing whether Ethan's theory of "peaceful evolution" was correct, but he was immersed in this beautiful picture. If that day really came, he could truly "retire".

Palansi suddenly frowned.

Even he seemed to be changing imperceptibly.

After thinking it over again and again, he finally got on the wheelchair. When he left, he activated the massage function of the wheelchair. He felt the knocks and squeezes coming from behind...

It's "off duty" time.

On the other side, Bi'an was telling Ethan some little knowledge about the Knights of the Round Table.

"The Knights of the Round Table are supreme in the Holy Temple of Netheril. Saints are just the threshold to coronation. The most important thing is that they must do deeds that are recognized by the Knight Lord himself!"

It is not difficult to see that the other side sincerely respects Palansi.

If Palansi wasn't too old, she would have wanted to have a fight with her childhood idol.

"Palansi was the last Knight of the Round Table recorded in the Templar records. That was nearly 400 years ago. I practiced swordplay in front of his statue when I was a child!"

"You've said that 6 times!"

Rowena was not interested in the internal affairs of the Nestriel Temple. "He and those servants of the gods came to the imperial capital at this time to plot something."

"Don't slander me. Mr. Palansi is a noble knight. He is a founding father of the empire!"

The other side approached Rowena from behind without making a sound.

After being tackled by Bi'an last time, Rowena had already taken precautions. She quickly jumped behind Ethan in her electric wheelchair, using Ethan as a shield and playing the "complaint deck". "Old Ethan, look at her, she's getting more and more violent lately!"

As she spoke, she poked her head out again and said, "Don't forget that you are no longer a follower of the Knight Lord. According to the theory proposed by Lao Sen, you are now his chosen one!"

In this regard, Rowena has sufficient theoretical basis.

The holy seal of the Nestrilian Templar has always been a silver-white glow, and the golden seal of the other shore sticking out in it seems out of place.

When she thought about how she and Bi'an were at the same level when they met, but now she could only be hugged and thrown by the other party, Rowena felt a little unbalanced, "Lao Sen, why don't I convert to you? I also want to become a saint!"

She wants to make progress so much!

In the past, Rowena would never have dared to make such disrespectful remarks, but according to Ethan, the God of Trickery had fallen long ago, and they only left behind some mechanisms that were still able to function.

She has been thinking about these issues carefully recently.

It has been hundreds of years since a saint was born in the magician's field. Every leader of the Astrology Guild stopped at the fourth-rank grand magician. Today's 'Polymposium' is no exception. It is said that she was promoted to the fourth rank at a young age and won various "youngest" titles. Her mentor passed the title of 'Polymposium' to her against all odds, and everyone has high hopes for her.

However, after so many years, the "Scholar" was still stuck at the fourth level, and even she herself no longer had any expectations for it.

It was Ethan's appearance that made "promotion" seem too easy. In fact, being stuck at the fourth level was the norm in this world. Rowena felt that the other side should be like this as well, but it just reaped the benefits brought by Old Ethan.

She wants to eat too!

Rowena's words also made Bi'an fall into thought. She was used to being carefree and didn't like to think about these issues that would make the team atmosphere weird.

She glanced at Ethan.

First of all, it is certain that no one in the Temple of Netheril would ever make the Knight Lord an "old" person. For such a daring person, the angry Templar Knights would kill the offender before the Knight Lord would punish him. But Ethan...

They are so familiar with each other that when they meet, they will naturally ask each other what they plan to eat in the evening. They are good friends who can even talk arm in arm.

Come to think of it, she had never worshipped Ethan as a god of faith.

Ethan explained, "The Other Side is still a believer of the Knight Lord. I just used the mechanism He left behind. I don't have the ability to easily turn others into saints as you think."

Rowena still didn't give up. She set her sights on the little octopus who was watching the fun. A smile suddenly appeared on her face, and her voice became softer involuntarily. She pretended to be well-behaved and sensible, "Lao Ai, is your mother here? I want to ask her some questions."

It occurred to her that Empolis was a living old god.

His existence is even superior to that of the Lord of Tides!

Then according to this method of calculation, isn't the God of Trickery, who is on par with the Lord of Tides, also one level lower than the Old Gods?

Thighs right beside me!
She has been wandering for half her life without meeting a wise master. If Lao An does not abandon her, she is willing to become the chosen one of the God of the Deep Sea!
Bi'an was stunned by this operation, "Rowena, you are so fickle!"

Although there is no such thing as breaking the oath of the God of Trickery's followers, there are very few who dare to openly rebel. They usually find a more powerful backer before that - such as an evil god like Lao Ba.

She had heard that this was how witches and sorcerers evolved.

"In Lao Sen's words, this is called job hopping or transfer." Rowena said confidently, "The boss of our company is dead, isn't it reasonable for me to find another way out? Lao Ai, can you introduce me to someone? I can drive, buy groceries, bargain, and have all the skills of daily life. It will definitely be worthwhile to choose me as the Chosen One."

"Do you want to have an octopus face?"

The little octopus looked up at Rowena and asked a stern question.

This made her gasp and she took a step back, covering her face, "Hiss, this won't work!"

She had met Ulta, and could only say that she really couldn't appreciate the aesthetics of the deep sea - blue skin, tentacle mouth, and the tentacles kept wriggling when he spoke. If Ulta hadn't come with Ethan, she would probably have thought the octopus-faced guy was a follower of the evil god and cut him up.

Rowena still refused to give up, and stretched her fingers covering her face a little, "Do you really have to turn into an octopus face?"

"Of course not. I just think you are sharp-tongued and the image of an octopus face might suit you better."

Lao An found the people in Ethan's team more and more interesting, and couldn't help wanting to tease them. Among them, Rowena was the most interesting one.

If it were a few epochs ago, perhaps He would really share some of His power with this eloquent human girl.

But He knew that Ethan was working on it.

Empolis took the opportunity to throw the topic to Ethan, "Old Ethan, you brought up the topic of the Knights of the Round Table not just to learn about history, right?"

He had already guessed Ethan's thoughts from the direction of his inquiry, and this was exactly the question that interested Him.

What kind of legacy did those humans who joined hands to drive them out of this world leave in this world? He remembered the Knight Lord, an always firm and reliable man, who came to Ophira by boat with others and brought news from the other side of the continent.

The god of trickery, Khadra, was not present, but he was the name mentioned most often.

The plan to expel them seemed to have been thought up by this gloomy man who didn't like to show up.

After receiving Ethan's psychological treatment, Ambrose calmed down. If it were him in the past, even if these insects died, he would have to dig their bones out of the altar and grind them to ashes.

For a follower of the God of Tricksters like Rowena, He will not hesitate to twist her into what she fears most.

And now, Ambrose felt that he had become an observer, and even after spending some time with Eliom, he was also tainted with some of the maternal aura that Ethan had mentioned.

Damn, He is becoming more and more gentle!

"There have been a total of six Knights of the Round Table in the Temple, corresponding to the six eras of civilization."

Ethan did not think that the number mentioned by the other side was a coincidence. The last Knight of the Round Table, Palansi, appeared at the beginning of the establishment of the empire. Combined with the decay period of civilization observed by the servants of the gods, Ethan guessed that the "outstanding contribution" mentioned by the Knight Lord refers to those who promoted the change of civilization.

"Perhaps you should return to the temple recently. Maybe you can listen to something in front of the statue of the Knight Lord like the other Knights of the Round Table."

Every Knight of the Round Table has heard the response of the Lord Knight, which is a kind of recognition and also a kind of guidance.

Ethan felt that this was most likely related to the unique geographical location of the Temple of Netheril. Like the academy, it was located on an isolated island and was isolated from the world all year round. Every recruit had to be trained on the island until the day they were qualified to join the Kingdom's Army.

Legend has it that the Lord Knight himself built the home of his followers.

And now, as one of the promoters of the decay period, Bi'an has met the conditions of "outstanding contribution".

"Eh? The other side again?"

Rowena stared at Ethan pitifully, "Don't you think I'm too pitiful?"

In Lao Sen's team, the fourth level obviously can no longer keep up with the main force.

She still considers herself a fighter for the time being, but if things continue on this trend, she will soon become a mascot.

"Next, it is the rules set by the God of Trickery, Khadra." Upon hearing this, Rowena's brows were overjoyed and she opened her arms excitedly. However, before she could stand up from the electric wheelchair, an ice arrow pierced the back of her head.

"Pfft."

She fell to the ground in a typical plop-down posture, and struggled to write the death message "The murderer is the Winter Witch" on the ground.

"Before that, I need to understand how magicians are promoted."

The "corpse" on the ground spoke, "First-level magicians are usually regarded as apprentices in the Astrology Guild. Simply put, they prepare spell materials for the mentor and do hard work. If the mentor is in a good mood one day, he will teach them some simple magic such as illumination."

This is the current situation of most apprentices in the Astrology Guild, and Rowena feels that no one has a better say than her.

She was born in an ordinary village on the border of the empire. Her parents were killed in a bandit attack when she was very young, and she grew up eating at many people's homes.

She was thankful for her good looks and sweet mouth, so the villagers were willing to give her their leftover food.

This kind of life continued until she was 7 years old, when a magician who claimed to be from the Astrology Guild passed by the village. He thought she had a good talent for magic and was willing to take her to the Astrology Guild to study.

That person later became her mentor.

Rowena once respected her mentor immensely and once dreamed of becoming someone like him.

Some unpleasant memories came flooding back.

She continued, "Each apprentice will receive a magic manual that contains 37 basic magics. When an apprentice believes that he or she has mastered the magic in it, he or she can submit an application to the guild for the second-level exam. The exam content is to randomly select 37 basic magics from the 5 and score the apprentice based on his or her proficiency and completion."

However, just like all other paths, before reaching the third level, they were just ordinary people with special abilities, and in the eyes of many people, they were far from being worthy of the word "supernatural".

The Empire’s standard for “high-level transcendents” is level three.

"After passing the second-level exam, apprentices will face the problem of choosing subjects, which are divided into three categories: 'Divination', 'Change', and 'Destruction'. After completing all courses in one of the subjects, you can apply to the guild for the third-level exam. I was pretty good at divination at the time, and was the first student of my age to pass the third-level exam."

Rowena feels this stems from her strong motivation.

Among the three subjects, fortune-telling is the most profitable. She heard that many nobles are willing to spend a lot of money to hire a full-time fortune-teller to stay in their homes.

She had always dreamed of becoming rich, and she thought that once she made a lot of money, she would return to the village and repay all the favors she owed.

"After reaching the third level, you become a formal magician recognized by the guild. This means that you can officially take over the research projects of your mentors and help them deal with many trivial matters. Many people in the guild jokingly call magicians who have just been promoted to the third level "mules."

Rowena was once a "mule" who traveled back and forth between various cities in the empire for her tutor's project, but she had to do it. "The content of the fourth-level assessment is different from the third-level assessment. You need a teacher's recommendation letter."

If they cannot have a good relationship with their mentor, many magicians may never be able to get the evaluation to take the fourth-level assessment in their entire lives.

The content of the recommendation letter regarding the student's study, research, and contributions is entirely determined by the instructor.

Rowena had seen many third-level magicians who had not received recommendations from their mentors until middle age.

"I remember you had a falling out with your mentor?"

Winter asked.

To be precise, Rowena not only broke up with her tutor, but also killed his classmate.

"The Astrology Guild has an additional standard - if a magician can create magic beyond the books, he or she will have the opportunity to take additional assessments."

"Isn't cutting magic supposed to belong to the subject of 'destruction'?"

Lin Dong's question made Rowena fall silent.

It was indeed somewhat contrary to common sense that a third-level magician who was good at divination suddenly created magic belonging to the field of destruction.

Unless, she has some grudges that must be settled.

Winter glanced at the "fallen" Rowena meaningfully. She was a noisy girl who could always go with the flow and find joy in adversity no matter where she went. But on the other hand, Rowena never took the initiative to mention the grudge between her and her mentor, nor did she like others to inquire about her past as a felon in the empire.

If she really couldn't get away with it, Rowena would say that "her mentor wanted to steal her achievements." However, Lin Dong always felt that there was a deeper grudge involved.

How did Rowena create the cutting magic?
Who was killed the first time he used cutting magic?

Winter was familiar with Rowena's fighting style. The latter always liked to collect enough intelligence in advance and arrange the scene carefully. Sometimes she would even make more than a dozen scrolls of cutting magic in advance.

Maybe that’s what she did the first time.

Because he was afraid of failure, he drew many scrolls in a nervous mood, enough to cut the body into pieces after killing the target.

“This shows that I am gifted!”

Rowena got up from the ground and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, with an unnatural smile on her face. "In short, although my relationship with my instructor has fallen out, I have gained an extra opportunity to participate in the assessment."

Ethan did not comment. "So, the promotion method for magicians is somewhat similar to that for elemental shapers. Both adopt the system of studying and then taking exams."

The dilemma for both is the same.

Before the Winter Witch appeared, the academy had not produced a saint for hundreds of years.

Deans of all generations were stuck at the fourth level. No matter how outstanding they were when they were young or how highly expected they were, they were unable to cross that last threshold in their entire lives.

In essence, the Winter Witch's promotion is completely different from the academy's educational philosophy. She has forcibly paved a path of her own.

This is the power of teachers.

In essence, Ethan felt that he was following Winter to drink soup. From the moment he learned elemental magic, he stood on the shoulders of giants. At that time, his teacher had already been a teacher in the academy, summed up a new system, and wrote it in detail in "Fireball and Ice Arrow Magic Mechanics".

Rowena was confused, "You mean, I should also make friends with 'Magic'?"

However, there are essential differences between elemental shapers and magicians.

Elemental spirits are real. They have existed since the moment this world was born and have existed much longer than humans. However, magic is essentially the development and utilization of magical power. All currently known spells were created by our predecessors.

Is she going to use necromancy to summon the soul of the dead magician to be her friend?
Ethan suggested, "Let's go to the Mage Tower. Maybe we can find the answer there."

He had received an invitation from the current scholar not long ago, but was delayed for a while because of Ophira's matter. He had long planned to visit the Mage Tower.

That was a palace built by the God of Trickery himself. After the Astrology Guild's exchanges with the Empire became increasingly close, the magician set up a teleportation magic circle in the imperial capital.

"The magicians in the Mage Tower will not welcome my arrival."

Rowena was a little hesitant, as the relationship between her and the scholar had never been friendly.

She heard that the Astrology Guild was also divided into two factions over the issue of her. The magicians who organized the wheelchair competition in the imperial capital were committed to responding to the call of the empire and emulating the current doctors in the empire to develop the guild towards "professionalization". They recruited a large number of apprentices in a short period of time and opened formal magic academies in various cities.

The other group returned to the Mage Tower, including the scholar himself.

The scholar announced that he needed to retreat for a while, and left the development of the guild to others.

"This is an invitation from the Loremaster himself, and you are the magical advisor to the team."

Ethan said.

Rowena perked up, "You're right, am I afraid of them?"

……

The contact with the Mage Tower was very smooth, and both parties only needed one phone call to arrange the time for the visit.

Before leaving, Rowena dressed up carefully.

This will also be her first visit to the Mage Tower, and in the past, only a handful of great mages have been given this honor.

The gorgeous mage robes, the silver-white pointed hat, and the ebony wand she had been using since her apprenticeship.

Winter also dressed up carefully.

The way he dressed up was that he drank a large bottle of invisibility potion before setting off.

"I heard that there are many forbidden books in the Mage Tower that are not open to the public?"

The strong curiosity immediately made the cat excited.

She turned into a cat and pretended to be well-behaved by lying on Ethan's shoulder, but in fact, she was a bad cat who was going to do something bad.

Ethan is no stranger to teleportation magic.

His gaze turned, and golden magical light spots occupied his field of vision, then dissipated after a moment.

When his vision became clear again, he was already in the magnificent hall.

He was greeted by an old friend.

The gloomy man forced a stiff smile at them.

Ethan took a step forward and took the initiative to extend his left hand to the man, "Mr. Silver Fox, it seems that you have recovered well."

He heard about the great magician from the other side. It was said that he had been lying in the imperial capital hospital for several months and only recently recovered his health.

"Thanks to you."

Silver Fox held Ethan's right hand with a forced smile.

He had also heard a lot about Ethan's deeds recently, and learned some inside information that others didn't know.

For example, the Frost Arrow Scroll that Anna bought from Hearth Bay was made by this man.

(End of this chapter)