Arcane Journey

Chapter 217 Choice
Brian woke up the next morning, but he was still tired and lethargic.

The "Advanced Meditation" feat, which always allowed him to recover comfortably, didn't work this time either.

After the travel of the elemental plane, he returned to Arabe's mage's tower with the female lord Myrcella.

To complete his plan, he shared with Myrcella a complete set of arcane runes he had mastered.

With the help of arcane runes, they continued from morning to noon and into evening in order to gain a deep understanding of the structure of the obelisk, which took up almost a whole day.

Facing the obscure arcane runes and the mysterious obelisk, even though Brian had enough energy and mastered a wealth of arcane knowledge, it also made him feel a kind of fatigue from excessive use of the brain.

This feeling is as if I solved high math problems all day, but in the end I only did less than one-third of them, and most of them were wrong.

Obviously, in the field of arcane arts, high math questions are like the belt of the goddess of magic. If you can't untie it, you can't untie it. Even if you tear up the test paper in extreme anger, it still can't be untied.

For the study of the obelisk, they didn't return to the room with sleepy eyes until the night was dark.

Brian didn't know how the female lord spent the long night, but as far as he was concerned, even in a meditative state, the countless mysterious runes seemed like a nightmare, which made him linger.

It can be seen from this that when one's own strength is insufficient, it is easy to go crazy if one skips too many levels to study esoteric knowledge in unfamiliar fields.

It's no wonder that during the Arcane Empire period, many weak arcanists would drive themselves into madness because of reading and studying too many Nairir scrolls.

Brian remembered this lesson secretly, patted his drowsy head, got up from the bed, and got dressed.

Fortunately, the morning sun dyed the gauze-like mist red, heralding another beautiful day, which relieved his dull mood a lot.

So he opened the curtains, turned and went downstairs.

When he walked into a small living room in the high tower, he happened to meet Myrcella. She smiled warmly at him, but Brian noticed her slightly pale face.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked subconsciously.

The female lord shook her head slightly and asked, "What about you?"

"It's not bad, although those mysterious runes are still full of it." Brian pointed to his still-conscious head, and said with a smile: "Also, I think we should talk about your horrible chef, yesterday's The supper was delicious, but evidently a few pieces of undercooked steelhead trout had been mixed in, and I suspect that your cat was behind it."

"If you're worried." Myrcella shook her loose brown-red hair, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and smiled:
"Then you are welcome to use magic to prepare meals for us. After all, you are not only an arcanist in the field of creation, but also a psion who is proficient in the creation department. In this way, your 'complaining' skill can be improved again."

Hearing the other party's joking words, Brian suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene that happened yesterday because of his spell mistakes, and laughed unconsciously.

He didn't deliberately conceal the identity of the Arcanist. In yesterday's research, he was naturally discovered by this super magician whose strength reached the legendary realm.

However, when Brian smiled and met the eyes of this beautiful and elegant duchess, he fell silent for a moment, and then regained his composure.

"It can be seen that now is not the time to make jokes." Myrcella seemed to have remembered something, she sighed, and then began to prepare morning tea. As usual, she accurately mixed the tea leaves, drew the water source of the elemental pool, and boiled it. boiling water.

"It seems that it shouldn't be."

Brian agreed, even though he was still complaining about the chef's craftsmanship, but he unceremoniously served himself hot porridge, Vedder rolls, and salami bacon sausage sprinkled with yellow mustard.

"There's nothing wrong with that, though," he added.

Although they gathered the four legendary elemental giants, the research on the black obelisk was not as thorough as expected, which made the female lord hesitate.

Because once this ritual of condensing magic energy in the demiplane starts, it is naturally something to be happy about if it succeeds, but the consequences of failure are a bit heavy, and it is very likely that Fairy Mizusawa will pay the price of her life.

"Sometimes, it's really not suitable for humor." The female lord also served breakfast for herself, then lightly lifted her skirt, and sat gracefully opposite Brian.

"Maybe." Brian nodded in agreement, not forgetting to destroy the sausage.

"But happiness is never out of season. If there is no real joy, the soul will lose its luster, and life will be unbearable. In this way, you will find that you live no differently from the water djinn we met. "

While chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth, he raised his head and glanced at the female lord opposite, "In this case, then I don't need to hide it from you, I have already told Sylvari about all the results of our research... alright , you can think of it that way, I mean let her make her own choice."

The magic kettle began to whine, Myrcella got up and poured tea for the two of them, "Really? Then how did she choose?"

"You already guessed it."

Brian replied, "For fine creatures like them in the natural world, time is not their enemy at all, eternity is. She is naturally willing to risk herself to create a better future for herself."

"But... isn't it a bit selfish for us to do this." Myrcella handed the teacup to Brian, then sat back in her seat, and said softly:
"After all, no matter what you say, she is still a living life, but we put her at risk for our own research. After careful consideration for a long time, I still think that we should temporarily suspend this plan and wait until we are fully confident. It is not too late to perform this ceremony."

"I knew you would think so."

Brian glanced at the female lord with relief, and was glad that she did not make a blind choice, "So, I have already taken measures to prevent failure."

It's not that he doesn't want to wait, but that he really can't wait.

In his impression, the Demonic Dragon Dance of the Dragon Cult, the City of Shadows and the Church of Shar, and the prince's rebel army colluded by the Zhentarim are very likely to be together at the same time this year because of his little butterfly flapping its wings. break out.

In this case, Mokou Town would definitely bear the brunt, so he naturally had to make adequate preparations in advance.

After all, his appearance has already affected the course of history. Even Graz'zt, the dark monarch of the bottomless abyss, gave up the plan for the Underdark region because of himself, and focused on the supreme forest on the surface.

Right now, he seems to be living a very comfortable life, but he also knows the truth of being prepared for danger in times of peace, and even his instinct has faintly told him that all this is the calm before the storm.

After a short silence, Myrcella's slightly gloomy face became radiant.

"Really?" A charming smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly said:

"I put myself in it. In fact, I should have thought of this possibility a long time ago. After all, whether I learned from my good sister Sisaiah or witnessed what you did in Mokou Town with my own eyes, my Everyone should believe that you are an Arcanist who can take everything into consideration."

"Tell me, what is the method that can protect Shirvary's integrity." She watched his confident face with great interest.

"Soul spar." Brian's voice became a little low.

"Once upon a time, I got a familiar from Bator Hell. The true identity of this familiar was the ruler of Avernas, the commander of the bloody battle in the abyss, and the prince of hell, Bayer. He not only taught me how to control The ability of god-like power also taught me how the Duke of Devils ingests the souls of mortals and preserves his life."

"This is also... too incredible."

Myrcella opened her small mouth in surprise, looked at Brian in disbelief, re-examined her beautiful eyes for a moment, restored her dignified expression, and said slowly, "You actually made a deal with the devil, and you look It hasn't been affected in any way."

"Because when I make a deal, I completely take the initiative."

Brian glanced at the Heavenly Boundary Mountain blessing he had obtained, and said calmly, "Even if he tries to retaliate against the contract, I still have a way to deal with him, or forcibly terminate the contract, and get rid of him."

"Okay, let's get back to the original topic." He didn't continue on this topic.

"Although we will try our best to make the demiplane ceremony succeed, if the ceremony really fails, I can use this method to preserve Sylvari's soul. At that time, I only need to let the Emerald Court or the Church of the Nature God The druids can reshape her body by holding a natural energy conversion ceremony, but the only pity is that the god-like power in her body is likely to disappear."

"Actually, I still suggest that we study the obelisk thoroughly, and then carry out this ceremony linking the four elemental planes, which is the safest way." Myrcella hesitated for a long time, and finally said what was in her mind, "Indeed, success The harvest after that..."

"I do not think so."

Brian put down the spoon stirring the hot porridge, raised his hand to interrupt her, and calmly analyzed to her:
"The obelisk is the crystallization of wisdom from the research of the law-weaver organization known as the 'interstellar colonizers', and even the Miser energy core of the Arcane Empire refers to the principle."

"You don't really think that with just a few Nether scrolls and a set of arcane runes we have, we can really solve the mystery. Well, I believe in your talent and think you have this ability, but even if it is really able to decipher, the long time it takes, I am afraid the time it takes, is not something any of us can afford."

"You know, you are a legendary spellcaster who is proficient in the school of prophecy. I believe you have already foreseen the upcoming crisis in the kingdom, such as... the orcs in the Horn of the Storm Mountains are about to move, and the dark monarch who is hiding in the dark and busy weaving conspiracy, Even the City of Shadows in the Ennook Desert..."

Having said that, he deliberately paused to give her a time to digest the information, and then said in a slow tone:
"Our king of Cormyr, the wise and mighty King Yazen V, severely injured the invaders on the Dragon Coast, but in order to take down the prosperous trading port city of Ximen in one fell swoop, he tried to prevent future troubles forever, but let his As a result, the army has been mired in the quagmire of war, and this seemingly prosperous surface has already fallen into the crisis of subjugation."

"Time does not allow me to wait patiently. I must arm myself as soon as possible to fight against powerful enemies." Brian said firmly:

"Besides, I would never believe that this attempt will definitely fail! I believe that you will also find that this is not just a search for arcane arts. If it is really successful, it is a responsibility and a Joy, the power it brings, even enables you to do your duty, and the joy goes with it."

His inner intuition told himself that if he really succeeded this time, it would definitely be no less than the change brought about by the invention of the steam engine in the real world.

Brian's earnest words made Myrcella feel an inexplicable pain in her heart.

She suddenly realized that she had been silent just now, staring at Brian's deep and firm eyes until he raised a black brow, as if expecting her response.

She looked down into the bowl, stirring her hot porridge.

"Actually, I've never liked to take on any responsibilities. I prefer to learn magic." Myrcella sighed, nostalgic for the old days, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

"To be precise, I love studying, and I love everything in the Kingdom of Cormyr. I still remember the ditties I hummed when I was doing my homework, the bright sunshine, the fragrant smell, and curled up in a corner with books and scrolls, learning and working hard. the joy of practicing, and ultimately mastering, magic."

This was the first time that Brian saw a smile mixed with warmth and joy on the beautiful face of the female lord of Araby City.

At this moment, Myrcella seemed to have lost the grace and demeanor he was most familiar with, and turned into a young girl who was basking in the sun and earnestly studying magic.

"You mean happiness?" he asked softly.

"Yes." She regained her demeanor as a duchess, and couldn't help laughing and said with emotion: "After all, it's always so sweet to linger in that past time."

The moment she finished saying this, another memory began to surface in Myrcella's mind, and her smile disappeared again.

"Why?" Brian noticed this detail, and looked at her softly, "The bright sunshine turned into a haze in an instant."

Although he had stayed in Araby City for five years, he had never really understood the past of this female lord, and he had no way to learn about her past.

Myrcella pursed her lips tightly, "I think... everyone has some lingering past, maybe even the gods are no exception."

Brian looked at her sympathetically, "Are you reminded of some lost loved ones?"

Duchess Myrcella kept stuffing hot porridge into her mouth spoonful after spoonful, but the delicious breakfast was now like chewing wax, and finally she nodded.

She couldn't help but recall the orc war ten years ago, and the devastated city that appeared before her eyes when she walked out of the mage's tower.

Obviously, these memories made her feel stuck in her throat, and she wanted to say something to change the subject, but she didn't know how to say it.

She always felt that she couldn't let go of her hands and feet in front of this young arcanist, and she couldn't even face him calmly.

"It's always like this, because each of us has a past." Bryan's words interrupted Myrcella's momentary absence. He looked at the duchess who was sitting opposite him and had breakfast with him, and said with deep emotion:
"Actually, even I have a hidden past in my heart. There is such a woman among them. She has... touching long hair and a noble heart. She is beautiful, profound, and has indescribable power. She even Infused the mission I shouldered with the compassion and love of a girl..."

In a trance, he seemed to return to the blood-stained city again, and the dazzling red sunset seemed to be struggling to vent his anger and pour out his last remaining light.

Fortunately for him, there is no blood-red sunset, no falling floating city, no exploding Miser energy core, and no desolate and helpless figure in the tower at this moment.

Myrcella subconsciously kept her eyes away from Brian.

Although she didn't know who he was talking about, as a legendary mage proficient in the school of prophecy, she always felt that this person was related to her.

This made her dare not continue to think about it.

"I didn't expect you to have a rich love history." She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, recovered her calm demeanor, showed a soft smile, and teased in her unique style, "If you continue to develop like this without restraint, , I am afraid that she will stand shoulder to shoulder with the Supreme Lady of Silvermoon City."

"Let's go, I've made a decision." She stood up and said with firm eyes, "Let's go to the demiplane now and complete the ceremony to connect the four elemental planes."

　PS: Just a weak question, which kind-hearted boss is helping a hard-working author promote books. The collection that was originally double-digit per day suddenly increased by more than 500 yesterday.

　　
　
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