Chapter one hundred and ninety seventh appointment
In the dead of night, Art sat at the table in his room, frowning, looking at the crystal bottle on the table, speechless.
After finishing the test of the transmitter and getting another five gold coins in sponsorship fees from Ravens, the witcher told him that he met the old man in white robes again today.
According to what he said, the old man's name was Urien, and he was an extremely powerful magician from the country of Northland, Atheland. As for the name of Atheland, Art had already heard it from Kelandu.
I learned that it is a country that purely develops magic. Its army is basically composed of magicians, and its combat effectiveness is also the strongest in the world.
And he actually told Ravens that he wanted to enter this crystal bottle once at night... It can be seen that he did not give this thing to him casually, and the six high-level magic stones were in and out of this world.
The required tickets... Although half of these magic stones were given to Corando, one was sold, one was wasted, and only the last one was in his hand.
"Why does this old guy want to meet me..." Art held his chin and looked at the last purple magic stone, still a little hesitant.
As far as I am concerned, even if I bring the newly made launcher today, I may not be able to fight against a high-level magician. As for Tiyi and Tier... Tiyi basically has no fighting power, so I won't consider it.
And Till, as a defender who can't even beat Ravens, can't be counted on.
But if you really want to kill him if you don't like him, you can do it when you are on that small oasis. If that doesn't work, you can also sneak into Fit City. With his strength, there is no need to doubt him and kill him.
It was as simple as yawning.
After thinking about it, Art finally decided to go to the appointment, but he had to bring Tiyi and Teal with him. The transmitter was first put on Tiyi, so that she could barely develop some fighting power.
"Are you ready?" After calling Tiyi and Tier to his side, Art held the crystal bottle in his hand and pressed the cork with a solemn expression.
"Of course, I will always stay by the master's side." Tiyi still had a gentle smile, but because it was equipped with a transmitter, it felt...well, it was slightly weird, like
My beautiful housekeeper sister was suddenly armed and said she was going to fight in Eastern Europe.
"Do you really don't need me to build the wall anymore?!" Till was a little excited. For her, she was very happy as long as she didn't do housework. And judging from the behavior of her owner, this
This action may involve some risks, and risks most likely represent battle!
"I'll fix it when I get back." Art glanced at Till coldly, then took a deep breath and unscrewed the stopper of the bottle...
The moment he opened the bottle, Art felt a strong suction coming over him. The world in front of him was distorted and magnified like noodles. Finally, as his feet left the ground, he fell headlong into this world.
Inside the crystal bottle, which was only the size of my thumb, my vision was completely plunged into darkness...
And when I came back to my senses again...
"Hello, friend."
He had arrived in a very luxuriously furnished room, and was sitting at one end of a long table. Beside him were Tiyi and Tier, who looked equally confused, looking around in confusion.
"Where...is this place?" Art swallowed and looked at the old man in white robes at the other end of the long table, the magician Yurien, maintaining an absolute sense of vigilance.
"Oh, it seems that you brought two unrelated people here... Although they are just puppets, I don't like people listening." Yurien, who has white hair, white beard and white robe, gently touched the air with his fingers.
Zhong made a gesture, and Till and Till suddenly disappeared.
"You, what did you do to them!" Seeing his two bodyguards suddenly disappear, Art became a little agitated. He stood on the chair, then slapped his hands on the table hard, creating a
He looked very angry, but deep down he was indeed extremely frightened.
"It's okay, I just sent them to another room. They are very safe." Yurien waved his hand casually, and Art felt a heavy pressure acting on various parts of his body, forcibly
He sat upright on the chair. But perhaps because he was not tall enough, Art only showed one head above the table, which looked quite funny.
Urien smiled and waved slightly, and the chair Art was sitting on was lifted up. Now it felt much more normal.
"Who are you?" Art's thinking was already a little confused. He really couldn't believe that all these changes were the result of magic. It was more like... some kind of miracle.
"Me? That white-haired witcher, I remember his name is Ravens. Didn't he tell you?" Yurien shrugged his shoulders funny and said: "My name is Yurii.
En Rhine is a magician. In official terms, he is an eighth-level magician directly affiliated with the royal family."
"Eighth-level magician..." Art took a deep breath. He still remembered what Corando told him. She was only a fourth-level magician, and eighth-level... was determined by the number on the level.
In other words, it is twice that of Kelandu, but Art understands very well that the multiple of this number does not represent the difference in strength. Normally, it should be stronger, and it should be hundreds or thousands of times stronger.
"You, what do you want from me?" Art tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart and asked with a frown.
"I just want to chat with you, friend." Urien smiled and asked, "You are not from this world, right?"
"..." Art was down briefly for a second, but fortunately he had had a similar experience before, and he knew that people in this world have ways to see a person's soul.
"Yes, is there any problem?" Art said frankly, knowing that concealing something in front of such a magician was not a good idea.
"Ha, no, it's just a little...well, nostalgic." Yurien smiled and shook his head, his eyes suddenly filled with a little nostalgia and admiration.
"You, you too?" Art was a little frightened now. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him actually——
"No, no, no, I'm not, but I once knew someone, and he...or rather, they were." Urien quickly shook his head and said, the admiration and nostalgia in his eyes becoming more obvious.
"They..." Art swallowed. Unexpectedly, there were more time-travelers. He asked with some worry in his heart: "He, who are they? Where are they?"
"One of them is my teacher and taught me magic. As for where they went, I don't know and I won't look for it." Urien seemed to have prepared these words.
He said in rapid succession: "They don't like to take the initiative to get involved in anything. They...maybe have left this world long ago..."