Twenty Sided Dice

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty the King." Siegel stretched out his hand, like pulling a curtain, directly tore open the space and established a portal to the Temple of Magic. "It won't take up too much time - if all goes well."

Except for Evan, all the members of the Imperial Council stood up, "How did you do it? No magic is allowed in the palace!" They looked at Siegel with surprised expressions, and there was a trace of trembling between their brows. nervous.

"I'm the **** of magic, and it's not difficult to do all this." Siegel set his eyes on Vicky, the intelligence chief: "Why didn't Vicky tell you? His spies are all over the world. It's a pity that spies are assassins. work, and forgot to pass on information.”

"I have sent cats, but there are no assassins." Vicki shook his head: "Lord Marquis must have misunderstood something."

"It's not that this possibility doesn't exist, but you can't convince me." After Siegel finished speaking, he ignored Vicki's explanation and walked into the portal first. Evan adjusted his clothes and walked in with the long sword in his hand.

Except for the priest and the knight in the temple, everyone else was persuaded to go out. Still, there was a lingering odor in the Hall of Enlightenment. Sweat, mud, and human breath mixed in with the freshly lit incense. Evan wrinkled his nose and sneezed hard: "This is the first time I have smelled such a market atmosphere in a temple. I really didn't expect it. Shouldn't the magic temple be particularly magical, mysterious and gorgeous?"

"That's the Elf's Art Institute, not my magic temple." Siegel explained to Evan while leading the way: "My magic comes from the need for life transformation, and the biggest achievement is to gain energy. , Improve craftsmanship. Since magic can improve the lives of many people, why should it be used as a poem for a few people? The taste here is to remind us of the real source of magic: not the whimsy of some big man, It is the most basic needs of ordinary people. The needs of survival, the needs of life, the needs of endless life.”

"Wow, that makes sense, and it does sound like that. If not all gods were hypocrites, I would have believed in magic gods too."

"I'm the **** of magic," Siegel said to Evan.

"Ha, that's not a funny joke. I know you specialize in magic circles in palaces, so I'm not surprised that you can cast spells in palaces. But to be a god? Unless you're a **** and keep using Siegel's I will not believe it if I pretend to be a mortal." He pondered for a moment, then said, "Do you want the royal family of stars to cooperate with the magic temple? It can't be done, sorry."

"It's about cooperation, but not what you think." The door of the temple opened automatically in front of Siegel, and behind the door was the prayer room, which was empty except for the basic symbols written in various languages ​​on the floor and walls. thing. However, because he knew that many people would come, the golem Reid took the new priests and paladins of the temple, borrowed long tables and chairs, put water glasses and flowers, and it was barely a simple conference room.

Janet is sitting here with her daughter in her arms, with her back to Siegel, humming softly to put the child to sleep. Isaac moved a chair himself and sat upright with a serious expression. He stood up when the door opened and said hello respectfully.

Siegel motioned for him to come over and brought him to Evan: "Kneel down and swear allegiance."

"Huh? Although he is a good boy, he is too young to take the oath, right?" Evan said strangely.

"This is the eldest man in my squid family. I've become a god, and I'm not a human being." Siegel rubbed his son's black hair, "I'm going to give him the title and Heimland, according to the rules. , he is going to swear allegiance to you."

Evan tilted his head and looked at Siegel: "Isn't this how you escape your vows? What do you want to do, use magic to play in the outside world? Is there a world like goblins?"

"Actually, I'm the only one who didn't escape. You'll soon understand." Siegel patted his son on the shoulder and said to him in a gentle tone, "Did you remember the sentence of the oath of allegiance?"

"I remember it all, Father." Isaac was well behaved on such a formal occasion, and apart from his young face, there was no sign that he was less than ten years old. "I, Isaac Squid, the son of Siegel Squid, the heir to the squid family, would like to pay Evan Star, King of the Star Kingdom, Temple of Dawn ("Remove the Saint of Dawn", Evan inserted) , the guardian of mankind, offer my loyalty. Just as my ancestors did, serve, manage, maintain, contribute to the continuation of the Starry Kingdom and mankind, and work tirelessly for justice and kindness."

Evan now knew that this was not a joke, so he became serious, listened carefully to Isaac's oath, and then responded: "Isaac squid, I accept your oath, and honor your ancestors... fathers. On top of that, you will continue to be the Marquis of the King of the Stars, Lord of Heim Land, Guardian and Arbiter of the New World. The original honor, trust, and glory deepen this sacred...great bond."

He tapped Isaac's shoulders with the broken magic sword, and then tapped his head. It wouldn't have been the tap, but Isaac remained motionless and showed good control. Evan put away the long sword, rubbed the child's hair, helped him stand up, raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly: "Your father has the feeling that he wants to run away from home, it must be not good. You are now It's the lord of Heimland, why don't you order the soldiers to arrest him and put him in your mother's room, how about not letting him go? You have to give an order to see the loyalty of the knights?"

"It is wrong to order my father to be arrested, and the knights can't catch him, it is not wise." Isaac replied very seriously: "Father will not go, you are lying to me. And, unless I have done something against justice and public morality, otherwise the king can't interfere in the affairs of my territory, this is disgraceful!"

Evan laughed: "Okay, you will be a better lord than your father. The two of us are at your age, one is a sailor and the other is a swordsman apprentice, but we don't know as much as you!"

"He'd be a lot better than me if he could still have land." Siegel saw Janet's shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she didn't want to see this scene, at least until Isaac was an adult, or at least Before Siegel "dies", he didn't want his husband to do this. She also understands that God will not die, and her children will one day become lords, but as a woman, she will still be emotionally aroused, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.

Siegel walked over to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and left a kiss in her hair. "Don't worry, have more faith in me. You don't know exactly what a **** can do, but you'll understand in a moment."

Janet closed her eyes and brushed her cheek against Siegel's hand on her shoulder, without saying a word. In the end, he still only knew magic and didn't understand women's minds. This has nothing to do with ability, has nothing to do with identity, or even makes no sense. Emotion is inexplicable, it is not based on logic and reasoning, it has its own trajectory.

Just as Siegel can't handle complicated politics, he can't handle complicated emotions either. Wendy and Mana are in the temple, which is a complicated thing in itself, but Siegel thinks it can be separated "one yard for one yard". This is not a spell or a magic circle, how can there be any clues that can be sorted out? Janet sighed slightly, worrying about it later.

Siegel came to the top of the long table and stood there. "This matter is not only about Heimland and the Starry Kingdom, but about all races in the entire Thunderwall world, even non-intelligent races. So..."

He raised his divine power without hesitation, and his whole body was shrouded in iridescent flames. The priests of the Magic Temple all knelt on the ground, moved by the surging power in their bodies, and murmured prayers with tears. Siegel opened his left palm, and a virtual miniature of the Thunder Wall world emerged. This is the same source as the third floor map of the Magic Tower of the Magic Academy, from which you can communicate with anywhere in the world. Shenhuo is still not stable, and Siegel is usually reluctant to use such a strong power, but now he has no time to care about that much.

"Elves, dwarves, orcs, dragons; gnomes, half-humans, naga, and hidden undead, all races that use magic listen carefully, this is the direct will of the magic god. Pass the portal to the magic temple immediately, it is important things need to be announced.”

Siegel's words were transmitted with the shock of the elements, and all creatures who could cast magic received this message. They were puzzled at first, but were quickly persuaded by the message that it came from a magic god. But where is the portal, and who should go to the temple?

This question was quickly answered. Siegel increased his divine power again, and used the map in his hand to open the portal to the individuals with the strongest magic fluctuations of all races. For a time, the entire magic temple was full of flashes of space cracks. Every time a channel was opened, a shadow of Sigal would walk in. Among the people present, only the golem Reid and Evan could see clearly. The shadows of Siegel were actually clones, with the holy power of the magic **** on their bodies, similar to the strength of the saints. Siegel sent his own "envoys" to the various powerhouses and asked them to come to the temple.

The individuals with the strongest magic fluctuations of all races basically have power~www.readwn.com~, but it does not mean that they are the managers of each race. Siegel sent his own clones, and even if these powerhouses did not come, he would also inform the identity and location of the racial representatives. The portal kept flashing, and the saint traveled back and forth across the continent. If they came across a race that couldn't decide who was the leader or that kind of collective decision-making, the Sage ordered them to decide within three minutes.

"Just when your race is facing extinction, you only have three minutes to make some kind of decision." Siegel's clone said: "If you don't even have this ability, or are willing to take responsibility for it If no one can stand up, then you will not have the ability to control your destiny. I will choose someone at will, and I will not delay more time for this. "

Some unruly races want to try the Siegel clones, but they find that their attacks can't hit these clones no matter what. It is like an illusion, non-magical means can't touch it at all, and using magical means to deal with magic saints is purely a waste of effort. Siegel will not waste his energy "education" these races at this time, and will only take a participant to the temple when the time arrives.

"Am I the only one invited by your real body?" Evan squeezed his chin and decided to sit in the best position before the others arrived. (To be continued.)