In Aogu City, Mage Tower, Furion personally sent away the second prince Benjamin and the divine knight Anthony, and only turned back after the two disappeared into the night.
He is not an imperial minister, and he has no intention of getting involved in the intrigues in the royal family. In his eyes, whether it is the current Fernando or the old king, he is King Augu.
And my goal is not to choose a master, nor is it for glory and wealth. There is only one reason for living in the Mage Tower, and that is that no one will disturb me here.
But since agreeing to Yuri, Fario seems to have become the most ordinary old man. In addition to taking care of the children every day, he just reads books and drinks tea.
It is precisely because of this that the eyes placed next to him will gradually disappear. To this day, Furion actually has the illusion of being reborn.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, he casually opened the door to the top floor of the mage tower and sat next to the Fourth Prince Midas again.
Looking at the ancient city outside the window, he showed no expression at all. Even in the eyes of his servants, this prestigious great mage might be dead.
The candlelight was still in the sky. Furion was a very conservative person and disliked the technological products of the goblins very much. Even now, he still uses celestial phenomena to tell the time.
The moonlight finally filled the entire glass window. Furion pulled the quilt around Midas and extinguished the candle with his hand.
A moment later, a shadow entered the palace, bypassed all the guards, and finally jumped up and disappeared again.
"Nothing happened, the prince is well." The man's voice echoed in the stone tower, but no one responded.
This person seemed to have been accustomed to this for a long time. After bowing and saluting, he quietly jumped out of the window. His figure twisted and disappeared again.
At this moment, a vine suddenly stretched out from the shadow, and its surface flashed with fluorescence, as if it would tighten the enemy at any time and die with it.
The words are divided into two parts. At this time, the mage tower has long been integrated with the night. Just because the candle on the top floor is extinguished, this also heralds the end of the day.
Furion did not sleep. This was the privilege of being a great mage, and it was a habit he had developed over the years. There was a seemingly invisible magic power hovering in the room, and the gentle warmth dispelled the wind and cold.
But just two hours later, he suddenly opened his eyes. He saw that his hand was lightly touching the bed, while he was slowly sinking.
The special glazed window blocks all magical fluorescence and also covers up the huge magic circle. Now, on the top floor of the mage tower, apart from the baby, there is no trace of Furion anywhere.
At this time, Furion turned into a ball of light and instantly arrived in another room. But this place was extremely small, like a wooden house in a slum.
After he regained consciousness, he began to look around as usual, hoping to find any differences. But the result was that nothing had changed.
Sitting on the floor, he pulled out a few notebooks from the corner, flipping through them while thinking. After a moment, he took out his burning staff and waved it gently.
Stable and peaceful magic power poured out, forming a beautiful magic circle in the air. If Boom were here at this moment, he would definitely be in awe.
The round shape is flawless; the corners are sharp and smooth. But the blank space surrounded by the six-pointed star has no magic pattern.
Time passed by, and the hourglass around Furion kept flipping. The burning staff slowly sank, and finally kissed the ground.
It was another night of failure, just like it had been repeated for nearly a hundred years. Fario did not get up, but waved his hand and condensed it with magic power, which was gently attached to the door.
The magic gradually became more and more violent, and Furion's expression became more and more distorted. But the door did not respond at all, neither resisting nor opening due to it.
Ten minutes later, the room became quiet again. Fario stared at the door, as if his consciousness had already flown into the distance through it.
This is his biggest secret, a dimensional space that he unintentionally opened up in an experiment. Its root is the space magic array.
After promising Yuri not to touch these things again, Furion secretly entered them every night and continued his research.
Because in his mind, elemental magic and space spells are all gifts given to the world by the gods. There is nothing wrong with them, only the greedy casters are wrong.
It's like a kitchen knife. It's right for people to use it for cooking, but if it is used to kill people, it is a heinous crime.
Fire magic naturally restrains the earth element, but people cannot say it is a heresy. Water magic also restrains the fire element, so it is naturally within common sense.
Furion has no energy to argue with others about right or wrong. He just wants to seek the true meaning of magic, while others are always afraid that these results will be used in war.
"If I could have left behind even one ancient book on space spells, I wouldn't be so troubled now." Furion thought as he took out a high-grade magic crystal from his storage bag.
The hourglass turned over again, and Furion recorded the content of today's experiment and his own ideas in it. He believed that one day he would open the door in front of him.
The world outside the door is the new world that has been longed for. Even the level above the Grand Mage may be included.
As his mind turned, Furion waved the burning staff again. The original wrong magic patterns were erased and replaced by unfamiliar patterns.
The magic circle in the air erupted into a burst of fluorescence, but dimmed again after a moment. It instantly shattered into countless bright spots and then disappeared.
Seeing this, Furion withdrew his staff. After sighing, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to meditate. He couldn't remember how many times this was his failure. One thousand? Or five thousand? p>
"This should be a realm of nothingness that I accidentally created. It belongs to the dimensional array sequence in the space system. It is a spell that only the great magister can cast."
As Furion thought about this, he couldn't help but smile. This is his greatest achievement so far, and it is also the key to breaking through the dimensional barrier.
However, all of Furion's research notes have long been taken away by the Arcane Guild, and must have been reduced to ashes by now, nowhere to be found.
What he regretted the most was that the notebook recording the magic circle in the Realm of Nothingness was also in it. Although Furion was a great mage, he did not have the ability to remember everything.
And after countless magic experiments, how could he remember that he accidentally came up with an idea, let alone completely reproduce it?
"Perhaps it's time to go out and walk around. Did you know that underground auction still exists?" After Furio regained his energy, he activated his magic power and instantly turned into a ball of white light.
His figure slowly emerged on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, he shot out a sharp look. Looking around, he saw that the fourth prince Midas was still sleeping in the cradle, and the defensive barrier he had set up was not touched.
Touch.
The morning light filtered through the glass window, illuminating the room colorfully. Furion opened the door and followed the stone steps to the bottom of the mage tower.
The servants bowed and saluted, and the magicians nodded and smiled. A new day has arrived. As the master of the wizard tower, Furion is currently wearing a six-pointed star robe, and his face appears in everyone's sight as usual.