Pedestrians passing by looked at the weirdly dressed mage standing at the entrance of the alley with strange eyes. This kind of wizard-like outfit from medieval legends was really out of place in this urban atmosphere full of industrial revolution.
Imrik frowned. The mage robe on his body seemed too conspicuous, but he was not going to give up on the powerful bonus brought by the archmage robe, so he walked back to the alley and cast a third-ring spell [
Advanced Phantom], changed the appearance of his clothes into a gorgeous tuxedo that was consistent with the outside era. He took out the super magic scepter, changed the appearance of the scepter into the style of a civilized staff, and cast a spell to summon a water mirror to take a look at himself.
Satisfied and ready to walk out of the alley.
"Wait a minute. How do I cast the spell?"
Imrik suddenly remembered that this world did not even know that there was no magic network unique to the world of Faerûn. Therefore, his unrestricted casting of spells must have triggered the fourth feature of the Endless Book - unrestricted spell casting.
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Imric closed his eyes and sank his spirit into the void. Sure enough, he touched a magic net! This magic net looked exactly like the one on Faerûn, but Imric always felt that there was something missing in it.
What makes the entire Magic Network look a little special.
"It's life!" The mage suddenly realized that in the magic network in Faerun, he could always feel a vibrant will in it, as if the magic network was alive. He knew this was because the magic network in Faerun was
Only the incarnation of the magic goddess Mystra can give people this feeling.
The magic network here is just created out of nowhere by the Endless Book to meet its characteristics. It does not have a goddess of magic integrated into it, nor does it have a manager.
The Endless Book creates a magic web without a master!
Imrik opened his eyes and started to meditate. At this stage, he couldn't understand the difference between an owner and an ownerless magic network, but he had an inexplicable intuition that in the future, this kind of ownerless magic network would be able to run perfectly.
The net will be an extremely precious existence in his hands.
Stepping out of the alley, the clothes on his body no longer attracted strange looks. On the contrary, the poor people with black charcoal marks on their faces and simple cloths looked enviously at Imric's exquisite clothes transformed by magic.
"Let's go inquire about the situation first and see if there are supernatural powers in this world."
Imric decided that if there were no supernatural threats in this era, these 18th century flintlocks and cannons alone would pose no threat to him.
The mage in a tuxedo was walking on the streets of this city that was full of medieval and modern atmosphere. On one side was the thick smoke filling the city, and on the other side was the barbaric act of dumping a large number of excrement on the street.
London, the capital of England, is run through by a large river called the Thames. Imric walked along the river and saw a huge church with an unusually gorgeous and beautiful appearance.
"I'm afraid this is not much worse than the temples of the gods of Faerun."
Imric looked at St. Paul's Cathedral in front of him with emotion. This church is one of the five famous cathedrals in the world. Imric once saw it when he went out to London to perform official duties on Earth, but in this era of lack of productivity, he saw it.
When I see this new and gorgeous building, I still can't help but sigh.
There were two beautiful doormen guarding the door of the church. When he saw Imrik coming forward in luxurious clothes, he couldn't help but look down at the manual in his hand and said, "Are you Sir Seth?"
Imrik raised his brows, activated [Reading Mind], and the power of the mind turned into tentacles and penetrated the girl's heart.
It turned out that today happened to be the wedding day for the daughter of a great noble count. The bishop of St. Paul's Cathedral personally blessed them. The list was full of distinguished guests who had come to attend the wedding. The girl thought that Imric was the only one on the list who had not yet arrived.
The character above - Sir Seth.
Imrik nodded with a smile, and the doorman opened the door for him happily to welcome him. They did not think that this person was a fake. Just kidding, who could be so boring wearing a decent person wearing such an expensive dress?
Behind the door, a wedding was going on. A fat woman wearing a wide wedding dress stood in front of the old bishop on the high platform. Opposite her was a handsome young man with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Imric casually found a seat on a bench filled with a large number of people and sat down, watching the wedding ceremony proceeding on the stage.
After the bishop announced that the two were officially married, Imric couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he didn't find any traces of supernatural power throughout the process.
A large number of people filed out of the gate after the wedding ceremony, and they were about to attend the wedding banquet hosted by the newlyweds.
Imrik sat alone on the bench without moving. Bishop Samuel, who was resting on the altar, noticed this strange guest. His luxurious clothes showed his extraordinary financial resources, and his strange long silver hair matched his exquisiteness.
The indifferent face has a divine temperament.
"Ah, are you those young people again who try messy things to mess up their hair?"
Bishop Samuel guessed in his heart. Seeing that the other party was still staring at him without moving, he couldn't help but stand up and slowly walked to sit in front of him. He asked kindly: "Young man, you stay here to pay homage to me."
The glory of the Lord?”
The mage who had been silent finally spoke. He seemed to be amused by these words, and said with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "I came to look for traces of the existence of gods, but unfortunately there seems to be none here."
Bishop Samuel was not angry. He still regarded the other party as a rebellious young man who wanted to challenge "tradition" with his mouth.
"My Lord is omnipotent and omniscient. He exists in our hearts. Whether you believe it or not, He is there, young man."
Imrik was quite disappointed. He saw that the bishop's words were not convincing at all. It was just a simple belief. He did not even provide any examples to prove it.
He stretched out a hand, and Bishop Samuel looked at him without knowing why. Suddenly, a beautiful starlight was born in his hand, and several tiny light particles like stars in the sky were lasered from the starlight in his hand.
He came out and smashed all the vases around him with a "swish" sound.
The bishop's eyes widened when he saw the astonishing supernatural power in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and was speechless, making meaningless murmurs.
Imric did not speak, but the power of his heart appeared in the bishop's heart in the form of words.
"Tell me, mortal, if you want to pursue the power that can provide strong proof for your beliefs."
A voice like a devil's whisper sounded in the bishop's heart. He looked at the young man in front of him who had an indifferent expression but a trace of foolery in his eyes and was completely panicked.