Atlas Double Star Book

Pelias didn't remember much about what happened after the glare, he just felt very tired and his energy was exhausted by spells.Before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw a person——

A man without a face, a shadow, another mage.

Who?

The Faceless Mage came over and grabbed him, as if he wanted to take him somewhere else.The sense of embarrassment has restrained him, and he can't resist it.Peleas fell asleep.

Dream, the battle is still going on, he dreamed of the young shooter, the big house, and the wild boar monsters that kept attacking.The bumpy feeling, the unfamiliar language, and the bloody war will not end.He dreamed of the blue-eyed boy, covered in blood, in the arms of the black knight.Blonde hair, dense as adamantine, stained with dark red.

The fuzzy golden swayed, and the edges gradually became clear. After his eyes got used to it for a while, he realized that it was fire.

?

Pelias woke up with a splitting headache, where is this?The bonfire was shining brightly in front of him, and the surroundings were dark. He couldn't see clearly for a while, but could only hear the voices of people in a daze... Could it be that he was still with the Deenrians?He tried to move, but his body was so dull that he couldn't keep up with consciousness.

He tried again, still unable to move.Only then did Pelias find out—he was tied to a stake!Both hands were tightly bound together, raised above the head, and the arms were sore and numb.

"What's going on?" Pelias struggled, but the rope on his body became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't breathe out the spell... There was a binding spell on the rope?

There must be another mage present.

As soon as the scholar struggled, everyone sitting in the dark noticed him.Two of the men stepped forward. They were tall and heavy, with long, dry hair, almost light blond.

Iceman?

The man with the stone ax on his back chatted a few words and took a closer look.Someone tore the house collar button off the mage's front and pulled his hair roughly.

"Stop! Woo!"

The mage struggled, and the barbarian strangled him until his body softened, and he was hung weakly from the post.The silver hair ring was torn, and the long hair fell down messily.

He was in so much pain that tears came out.

Several of the barbarians were particularly curious about the scholar, looking around at the silver hair, and even opened his eyelids to get a closer look at his amber pupils.Another man pinched his wrist, observing the scars and skin on his arm.Both men and women of the ice plains are tall and tall, and they have never seen the Chiasuo people in the south, so they argue about whether the mage is a man or a woman.The red-haired man firmly pressed Peleas' Adam's apple, and argued to his companion.The other stroked the scholar's chin suspiciously while comparing his own beard.

"It turned out to be a man? Southern men and women all look the same." The Ice Plains man spoke Old Imperial.They paid attention to Peleas' clothes and accessories again, feeling the softness of the fabric and the Abel runes shining on it.The men in the ice field pondered seriously, touching the mage from head to toe, as if a group of scholars were discussing some new species.

"Don't touch me... woo..."

So sad.

Peleas was humiliated.He tried again, but still couldn't summon the spell.

Definitely a binding spell.He sensed the presence of another mage, but there seemed to be only ice barbarians around, clad in wolf pelts with wolf heads hanging behind them as hats.The caster of the spell must have used illusion to hide his true colors.A man came, and people made way, it should be the leader.The man looked to be in his twenties, with scars on his cheeks, several strings of animal teeth hanging on his chest, and the impatience of a young man remained in his expression.

The leader came over and roughly pinched Peleas' face: "We have been following you for a long time, beauty. At first, we thought you were also from the ice field, but it turned out that you are not. Come on, relax, and you are allowed to ask three questions."

Others also laughed.

Peleas said coldly: "I will give you a piece of advice, if it were me... I would never talk to the mage."

"Oh, then what are the consequences of what you said?" The barbarian pressed the blade to the scholar's cheek.

The scholar was silent.

"I'm curious, what abilities do you mages have?" This indifferent attitude stimulated the leader's self-esteem, he increased his strength, and a small red oozes from the blade.

The scholar smiled, as if he just heard the student's stupid answer.

The other icefield barbarians also stood up, cursing.The leader scolded, and these people retreated again.Pelias was actually nervous too.He said calmly: "Very good, since I have been invited, I would like to ask you three questions."

The leader sneered.

"First, what is your purpose of kidnapping me?"

The man slammed his knife on the stake and pulled Peleas's skirt: "I want you to tell the lackeys of the Sibyls in the academy: I am the son of Artigo, the avenger Doza. It is the Sibyls who forcibly occupied us. abuse us, kill us, drive us to the barren land deep in the great ice sheet... we want revenge! I want you to tell everyone that my father Artigo is a true warrior and he was never defeated by That half-Sybyl son of a bitch."

"Very good. Then the second question, what price do you want the Sybils to pay?"

"I will open all the gates of the great city, and my warriors will rape all the women they see, and I will put the heads of all the nobles on the flags, and I will feed the heads of Trande Muawia to the dogs. "The leader smiled, as if he had already won at this moment.

Mentioning Trand's name made the scholar feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Okay beauty, I'm waiting for your third question."

"One last question, what is the name of the North?" Peleas waited.

"It's North..."

Just as the leader was about to answer, he was stopped by a fat man.Fatty's clothes looked the same as other icefield barbarians, his beard was also braided, and his arms looked quite powerful.But Peleas is sure to be this person—the black mage disguised in the crowd.The fat man glanced at him, and the eyes of the two mages met.

The fat man said to the leader: "If you say one more word, you will fall into his trick."

"What trick?" The leader looked bewildered.

"The mantra is a spell that can be effective only by inducing others' words. If you let him succeed, no matter what he asks, you will involuntarily answer one by one."

The illusion was seen through, and Pelias saw the fat man's true face.The mage was very thin, blindfolded with a white cloth, like a blind person.The man was wearing a dark green thorn-gold robe with a jade belt reaching to his ankles, a typical clergy uniform.On his breast hung the green jade rosary, the emerald eyes of the Son.But this guy definitely didn't belong to the Church, Peleas was sure.Even the appearance of this priest is fake, because the face cannot be seen.

"Greetings, Mage Baiyin." The faceless mage bowed respectfully, with his blindfold hanging on the ground.

The scholar frowned: "Good evening."

"Please forgive me for not showing up so late, I'm sorry," the Faceless Mage smiled, "But we met each other in a dream before. I wanted to ask you some questions, but you cast a protective spell on the edge of sleep , I had no choice but to invite you here to talk."

Sure enough, this person invaded his dream.

Pelias was ashamed.He suspected that the village that was attacked by monsters before was also a trap, which was deliberately designed by the black mage, and the other party expected that he would not leave the villagers alone.

"How did you control the monster?" the scholar asked directly.

"I'm not controlling it. I'm a mere blind man, how can I control the monster?"

"You taught the icemen how to drive monsters, and they tried to get revenge on the Sibyls."

The barbarian leader interrupted: "We are sure to win."

When the two mages uttered the same incantation, the leader could not speak, and the other icelanders wanted to use force again. A wind wall separated them from the two mages.Peleas was taken aback, he didn't expect that the other party also knew the spells of Bernhard's family.

"Are you from the Bernhard family?" Impossible, Teacher Pross was very cautious.

The black mage shook his head: "At least now it's convenient for us to talk."

Indeed, the wind wall is a perfect barrier, enclosing the two of them.He couldn't even see the figure outside.

"Do you still want to know now? How did those brainless barbarians control the monsters?" The black mage crossed his arms.

Pelias almost said it, but realized that he must not follow the mage's way of thinking, otherwise he would be easily cast a mantra, just like tripping over his own language.He just said, "What have you brought? Something they don't have. The Iceborne are seeking revenge on the Empire, but you're not fully on their side, you're using them."

"I'd like to see the mage coming back from the 'book' with my own eyes. That boy is amazing, bringing back the dead."

Pelias felt that something was wrong, the black mage seemed to know about him, and sooner or later he couldn't help but chase after the black mage's problem.

Behind the language is a trap.

Peleas tried to stabilize himself: "The former leader of the Icelanders, Atigo, was able to manipulate white monsters and drive tigers to attack the Sibyls... So, you have been experimenting with Icelanders since a few years ago, right? Use them to test a certain method, or substance, in order to make monsters submit to humans. Obviously you succeeded, and I have seen the results of your experiments a few nights ago."

The black mage bowed: "So I just like talking with scholars. I have to be careful every step of the way. There are many roadblocks in the maze of language. Whoever thinks along the other side's train of thought first loses. I often played this game when I was an apprentice. I've been wandering for so many years that I almost forgot about it. I guess you and Hein used to play like this too."

Pelias held back: "This game is unfair, you have peeped into my memory."

"Perry," the black mage played with Peleas' tin staff, "that's what he used to call you, didn't he?"

"..."

"Pelias, do you want to know how Hein Prospero died? He was just 20 years old when he was killed, a young and vigorous chief knight with a bright future."

Pelias panicked. Once his original train of thought was disconnected, he would be easily induced by the other party.No, I have to say something, he forced himself not to think about what the other person said.

The black mage said: "You want to say that Hein Prospero was betrayed by his subordinates and stabbed to death in the alley. Is that right? You also want to say that the man who betrayed him has been hanged by the pope gone."

"..."

"No, sir, that's not true. The man you loved was not killed by Dmitry Triet. Poor Dmitri was hanged as the real murderer, just a scapegoat. And the real The murderer is alive, rising through the ranks, and possibly a bishop in the future."

"Don't..." Peleas clenched his teeth, he felt a long needle piercing his ear, his headache was about to burst, he couldn't breathe, as if being strangled by a snake... the mantra entangled him.

The black mage waited: "Do you want to know the name of the real killer of Hein Prospero?"

This must be false, there must be no response——

"My friend, I just want to tell you a little secret: Hein was assassinated because he believed the murderer because he wanted to find you who was missing. Isn't it interesting? After the death of the Knight Commander, the church has lost a major worry." , but Hein Prospero has another son. A very cute boy... blond and blue-eyed, exactly like his father. In order to prevent the church from snatching the son, the boy's mother took him back to his hometown in Ritz, and the result...you Know the result. The poor woman met a gang of robbers and had to endure insults before she died. It was you who saved the boy and took him away."

It can't be true, this man can't know that clearly, Pelias resisted, and the Mantra spell forced him to speak.He was thinking, why did the black mage cast a mantra spell on him?What is the man going to ask?It must be something of vital importance, something only he knows, and something he will never say.Think about it, what the other party wants... I can't be led by the nose anymore, Pelias feels that he can't last long, he can only try:

"You want Nine Chapters... yes, you want my manuscript."

The black mage was unmoved, and Pelias could feel the other's anxiety.It seems that I guessed right.

In fact, Pelias himself doesn't even remember the content of "Nine Chapters".Nine years ago, he was swallowed by "books", and his memory and knowledge were scattered.During the seven years when Neil slept, he stayed in the tower, re-studied like an apprentice, passed the test of the defense and the three magi, and obtained the college collar buckle.His previous research manuscripts are also scattered, and the "Nine Chapters Collection" may be left inside the "book"... Pelias has always wanted to recall some fragments or clues so that he can continue his previous research.

The black mage sighed: "You are doubting me, dear maester, but there is no need to. The reason I will know you well is that I am not alone. Come on, let's go on, you saved the boy from the fire, Hein Prospero's only son, but the church will not let him go..."

Peleas said forcefully: "You are just doing this, just for the "Nine Chapters". You spent three years in the Great Ice Field to suffer, experimenting on the ice field barbarians, and using their hatred of the Sybil Empire. Now you have to It worked out pretty well…”

The black mage said: "...so you took Neil Bernhard and fled to the north, killing people all the way. You killed a lot of people at that time, the chasing soldiers, knights, and those who killed the boy's mother Robbers. That's when your roster was nearly exhausted. You think so, and take revenge on yourself, as long as that boy doesn't grow up in the shadows. But you still have nightmares now, don't you? That's it, you can only dream about the past, not the nothingness. But it's not enough...the most important person, you haven't killed him yet."

The scholar is still insisting, hoping to get rid of the temptation of the black mage: "You plan to catch me, and you don't hesitate to use the mantra to trick me... That is to say, your research stops here, and you can't catch up with me!"

But the black mage looked very relaxed. He stroked the scholar's face and said with the gentleness of a priest: "Poor man, Hein Prospero died because of you, and you have not been able to avenge him so far. You even Erasing part of his son's memory, making the boy forget about his father, you've been lying to Neil."

Memories and names, stones, glass in flesh, guilt.Pelias really couldn't take it anymore. Compared with the pain in his body, his worthless past was the festering sore.He was worthless, had no mercy, and just watched indifferently as the spell wrenched the joints of those scum's bodies.But what's the use of that...

"Yes, but what's the use of that?" The black mage smiled, "What's the use of killing the pursuers, killing the robber who raped Aglaia Prospero, and even becoming an enemy of the Church from then on? Hein is dead, and your life cannot be restarted. As Mr. Pross said, you are worthless. Right, Perry? Tell me, you are useless to others, why should you live? "

No, it's really just killing time.Think of the smile of that person, the person who said to him: "You don't live for others, your life is meaningful".Hein, obviously it should be better for Hein to survive, the gentle person, the brave person who believes in the future, the world obviously only needs this kind of person.But death, and only death, every parting is a death.He will never see again, his only friend, the future he believes in.Gone forever and ever.

Even in death, friends will never meet again.

"I'm sorry, Hein...it's my fault, all of them." He cried, unable to hide himself anymore.

What is broken cannot become anything other than fragments.

When the black mage asked the scholar's real name, the already-formed mantra came into effect, and Pelias almost collapsed, saying his real name without any resistance——

Eddie.

"Come on Ederel, let's take a look at your roster and see what you really know." The black mage chanted a mantra, and the wind wall was like a stretching rose, and the isolated icelanders covered it with their hands. faces, the golden light hurts people's eyes—

Answering the summons, Peleas' "roster" appears here.

The pages of the book are turning, as if they are burning, with no beginning and no end in sight.This is the roster that originally belonged to Neil, his talent.

Pelias was extremely tired and tried to call back the roster, but was interrupted by the black mage.

"It's so beautiful. It's also the first time I've seen this kind of roster. That kid should indeed become a warlock!" The black mage was overjoyed, his robe fluttering in the wind, and he stretched out his hand——

Without hesitation, he put his hand into the "roster".

The rays of light exploded, the spells to resist were automatically triggered, and the chain spells aimed at the heart of the would-be intruder.But the black mage had been prepared for a long time, and the shadow took the punishment of the roster instead of him.His shadow twisted like a man in pain.And he didn't rush, and poked his hand deeper...

Pelias only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone had really penetrated his chest and pinched his heart directly!The sense of intrusion, nausea, and the shame of being fully watched.Fragments of memory drifted away, and the man flipped through and searched freely in him, as comfortable as in a library.Pain, unbearable pain, he cried.

The "roster" flipped rapidly, the golden light roared and then dissipated, and the scholar was tortured to death.The deepest memory was fiddled with at will, but there was nothing he could do but endure tears and shame.

"It's not like what you think, you are obviously an interesting person." The black mage chanted, and branded a rune in Neil's "roster"——

Dark Seed.

Stop... Peleas almost cried and begged the other party, he really didn't want to recall those past events anymore, the torment from the past was chasing him day and night.Neil, his only consolation, but now it is impossible for him not to let go. Thousands of nights, high walls and nightmares are still there, haunting him.

neil.

It was only this name that Peleas still held.

There are snakes!

Neil looked up in panic, and an inexplicable pain suddenly hit him.His chest seemed to be pierced... golden light overflowed, and he clutched his heart.

It hurts, my heart hurts, it seems like someone is scratching with a knife!

Someone came to pull him, and the blurred water shadow covered him, as if calling him.Every time he tried to recognize or respond, the chains around his heart pulled him down, and he was drowned, suffocated, his lips and tongue were so numb that he couldn't speak.

A golden light continuously leaked from his chest.Snake, he has a snake in his heart, trying to bite through his chest and get out!

Neil yelled heart-piercingly, and Heather was frightened, thinking that the young man had epilepsy.But Warlock understood immediately and grabbed Neil's hand.

The light, the puncture, the harbinger of uneasiness.

Neil instinctively knew that something had happened, it must be something happened to the teacher.Neil wanted to draw out the sword to support his body, but his hand was empty.Heather grabbed his hand and chanted the incantation.Neil broke free forcefully, but was held down again.

"Let go!" Neal yelled.

Heart, someone carved on his heart.Neil clutched his chest, the retching feeling was about to choke him, and his body didn't listen at all.In the confusion, he suddenly thought that the teacher is also suffering from such pain, maybe someone is torturing Pelias, so he will feel it too!He saw the tears of the teacher, the enemy, the roster of runaway——

"Don't touch him!!!"

The sharp blade draws silver light, and the anger is like the incarnation of electric light.He was furious and his blood boiled.Under the master's will, the "roster" closed suddenly, the light faded, and finally disappeared in the cold night.

The sense of being invaded and the pain gradually faded away, and Neil was instantly emptied and fell to the ground.

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