After listening to Consul's words, Ian suddenly thought of this. Although he and Jasmine were close, and Jasmine was at odds with Yvette, neither of them had a good impression of her.
But even so, he didn't want anything to happen to Yvette. After all, less than a year after they woke up together, two people died one after another. The death rate of wizards was also too high. I believe the same is true for Jasmine.
"Is Elfo not dead, mentor?" Jasmine asked directly, "What about Yvette? How is she?"
Consul shook his head and sighed: "Yvette has been transformed into a divine pool spirit guard. There is no way to reverse it. Only Alfo can be saved. The key to life or death lies in the three of you newly awakened."
It’s on the person.”
"Us?" Ian and Jasmine said in unison. They were a little unbelievable. They were so quiet, so how could they become the key?
"Yes, wizards have the right to vote, and each person's vote is very valuable, so I ask you to support me." He paused and continued, "If you want to save Alfo, convey my words to Ma
Cus, tell him that the reward offered by Consul Hettings will definitely satisfy him."
"I will convey it, mentor." Jasmine heard the words and bowed in reply, then raised her head and asked doubtfully, "But sir, what are the Spirit Guards of the Divine Pond? Shouldn't the erosion of Elfo be more serious than that of Yvette?"
Why couldn't she be saved?"
This question did not involve a taboo, so Consul did not hide anything, and confessed: "It's very simple, because I tried my best to delay Alfo's revelation at that time, so he was not enlightened. But Yvette had no one to rescue her.
So...I'm sorry."
This was indeed his dereliction of duty as a guardianship instructor, which not only made him feel guilty but also made him feel embarrassed.
"We all know the situation at that time. This is really not your responsibility. Please don't blame yourself." Jasmine comforted, but she still felt as sad as a rabbit.
"As for the Shenchi Spirit Guard, it is a war weapon created by the gods specifically to protect the divine envoys. It has no specific form. It may be a human being or other races. But once the creatures are transformed and corroded, then they
The subjective consciousness no longer exists, so this is an irreversible cruel magic and a taboo on the main plane."
Consul's words suddenly enlightened the two of them, but they also realized deeply why wizards were so wary of gods, because they were unscrupulous existences who wanted to plunder faith, and all the divine graces of the Holy Scriptures were nothing but bait and disguise.
…
Shortly after the conversation ended, Sheen indeed sent Marcus to deliver a message, asking the three of them to inform other wizards about the meeting.
This was originally the responsibility of the apprentices, but all the apprentices in the monastery were wiped out, so all the chores could only be performed by the three newcomers.
Taking this opportunity, Jasmine told Consul's request, and sure enough she got a positive reply from Marcus. He smiled and responded: "Okay."
Marcus was very cheerful, and Jasmine was also very happy. The two were talking and laughing, completely leaving Ian aside. But when Ian looked at Marcus's smile, he remembered his dark and cruel eyes and ferocious look that day.
His face looked vaguely uneasy.
Intuition never makes sense.
"Then Ian, go and inform the adults of Sentinel's Sorrow, and Jasmine and I will inform the others." At a wide three-way intersection, Marcus pointed to a tunnel blowing cold wind.
"Okay." Ian agreed simply, and after saying that, he walked inside. He had wanted to see what the Sentinel's Sorrow was all about.
The members of the Hydrian Order of Norton Hill are mainly composed of apprentices, wizards, guardians and mentors.
As fresh blood, free labor and non-essential consumables, the apprentices have always been at the bottom of the monastery. Their future of life and death is unpredictable. It can be said that the survivors are all favored by the god of luck.
Wizards are the main body of the monastery and the backbone of the monastery. Different wizards specialize in different fields, such as combatants, alchemists, pharmacists, array masters, enchantment masters, prophets, and many other fields. They are members of the monastery.
future.
Once they break through the talent and enter the third stage of wizards, they can be promoted to superior mentors, enjoying huge power and long lifespan. However, after countless years, the number of mentors in the monastery every five centuries has always been constant at ten.
People from top to bottom cannot break through, which shows how difficult it is for teachers to achieve success.
As for the Guardian Group, the Sentinels of Sorrow, it is mysterious and unpredictable. Ian has never heard the wizards in the cemetery talk about this team. He does not know the composition of their members, how they are selected, or their strength. He only knows that
They are responsible for collecting various magical materials for the monastery that wizards need for research and advancement, which is the Sword of Hydrian.
This legion is stationed in the deepest part of the Todes Cemetery on Norton Hill. It is kept in darkness all year round and cannot be contacted. Therefore, Ian is inexplicably excited at this time, as if a mysterious veil is about to be unveiled.
The tunnel is very long, and the light from the oil lamps on both sides is not enough to illuminate the road. Coupled with the continuous cold wind, it can't help but make people timid.
"Stop!"
Ian walked around in the dark for a long time. When he was about to lose his patience, he finally saw an iron fence. Standing in front of the fence were two guards with swords and armor.
The guard looked like a well-trained and strong soldier. Before Ian could get closer, the guard shouted to him from a distance, with a tone colder than the cold wind, ordering him to stop.
The guard's face was hidden under a cold iron mask, and he was surrounded by heavy armor and sharp swords, looking like a killing weapon.
There is a similar memory in Ian's memory, that is how Earl Hyde looked when he was fully armed and went to war, cold and cruel, with no emotion that humans should have in his eyes, an absolute machine.
So he immediately stopped and shouted from a distance: "I am the wizard Ian Hyde, and I have come to invite Caspar Berkeley, Jocelyn Wood and Philip Croft to pray at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
There is a meeting in the lobby, please be sure to be present, and please convey it to them."
"The purpose of your visit is known and I will convey it to you. Now please leave." The guard on the left quickly responded after hearing this and replied stiffly.
Ian looked regretful when he heard this, knowing that he couldn't go in for a look this time. After working for a long time, he still couldn't see anything. He was really unwilling to accept it, so he took a curious look at the fence, as if he wanted to penetrate it.
The darkness behind the door saw the truth clearly, but he had no choice but to look back in frustration because his ability was low.
The guards showed no reaction to this.
…
Coming out of the dark tunnel, I saw Jasmine waiting at the fork in the road, as if waiting for someone.
"Miss Jasmine, who are you waiting for?" Ian asked.
Jasmine rolled her eyes at him, "Waiting for you - let's go, Teacher Fox is looking for us!"
"Abel Fox? Is there another commission?" Ian thought of what happened to Conlia last time and couldn't help but think of this aspect.
"It was Marcus who conveyed it, but he didn't say the specific content." Jasmine shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.
"Is this guy working part-time as a postman? Why is he involved in everything?"
Jasmine chuckled when she heard this, and was about to arrange a few words for Marcus, but suddenly she seemed to think of something, so she stopped, looked at Ian seriously and said, "I wonder if it was something I told my mentor.
related?"
"Alfo?" Ian thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's very likely that Alfo is his apprentice, and he wants to train him as a student. He probably also wants us to save Al.
Buddha."
"Not necessarily." Jasmine had a guess in her mind, and shook her head with an ugly face. "Teacher Consul just asked us to support him, and never said that we would save Alfo. What if he wanted him to die? And Ya
What if Bur Fox lets us support him, does he want Elf to live?"
She stared into Ian's eyes and asked seriously: "Or, Abel wants him to die, and Consul wants him to live? Ian Hyde, how do you choose?"
Ian looked at Jasmine and felt very strange. He understood what Jasmine meant, but what he didn't understand was why she would ask such a question.
Elfo and she were not relatives, they had only known each other for less than a day, and the total number of times they had met was no more than three times. Why did she care so much about Elfo's life?
Is it sympathy?
He didn't believe this rhetoric. It was hard for a marquise and the heir to a magician family to have sympathy in her heart. He had seen with his own eyes how the other party killed those apprentices who had lived with her for nearly two years.
people.
She can attack these people, let alone an irrelevant Alfo.
If it were interests... what kind of interests would make her willing to break her promise to her mentor?
Ian tried to find a hint of evasion and hypocrisy in Jasmine's eyes, but he seemed to have failed. The two looked at each other for five full minutes, and all he saw was one emotion, which was hope mixed with a weak plea.
He felt that if this was a disguise, he would be willing to be deceived.
"Actually... I think the death rate of wizards is too high. If possible, I would like to lower it. Maybe Alfo can also become a wizard?"
Five minutes later, Ian was defeated first. He looked away unnaturally and said casually.
"Hehe, I think so too." Jasmine smiled and walked briskly.
Upon seeing this, Ian smiled subconsciously and followed. But then Marcus's face flashed before his eyes, and the uneasy intuition surfaced again.