There are three items placed on the long table. A seemingly ordinary gray scepter, a hood with silver pattern embroidery, and an oil lamp that seems to be covered with dust.
"They carry Lord Stark's aura, I can feel it." Ariel said with certainty, "These must be the last ones he left here... But, why didn't he take them away." She said with nostalgia.
Looking at everything on the long table, he sighed softly.
Jill did not speak. She carefully observed every item on the table, gently picked it up with her hands, and carefully stroked their surfaces.
"Is this what you want to find?" Lily walked up to the black-haired woman and patted her shoulder, "Do you recognize their origins?"
The black-haired woman shook her head, gently put the hood in her hand back on the table, and picked up the scepter on the left again.
"Did you know, Lily? All things are animistic, not just living things, but seemingly inanimate objects also have memories." She explained with a smile, "Ordinary objects can only leave a vague impression, but things like the ones in front of you can only leave a vague impression.
These secret props can clearly retain the fragments that make them "deeply memorable"."
"Bayard gave me a secret technique that allows them to 'tell' the memories they have." Her expression became serious, "This is not a secret message. If you are willing, just watch it together."
Lily nodded, took a few steps back, and carefully watched every move of the black-haired woman.
Jill first snapped her fingers, creating a darkness above her head, plunging the hall into darkness immediately. Then she closed her eyes, raised the scepter in her hand to her chest, and whispered something in her mouth.
The scepter was quickly enveloped in a layer of faint silver light, and the soft light extended outwards, intertwining into a three-dimensional image in the air.
It was a spacious and majestic hall, with dozens of wizards in white robes standing on both sides, while an old man, also wearing white robes and with a serious face, stood quietly at the end of the hall.
Under everyone's gaze, a boy who looked like he was only in his teens walked slowly through the entire hall. There was no trace of panic on his face, but the excitement hidden under the calm could still be seen. He walked there
In front of an old man, he bowed down and greeted him with quite classical wizard etiquette.
"Congratulations, Fimmel Lyman Stark." The illusory voice came from the image in the sky, "You successfully passed the test of the junior wizard. In the history of the White Tower, you are the youngest
Age, those who pass this test." The old man took two steps down and handed the scepter in his hand to the young man, "I hope you can work unremittingly and become a famous wizard as soon as possible, so that the reputation of the White Tower can be heard throughout the continent.
"
"I will work hard, Chief Sherman." The young man replied crisply, "I will definitely find the source of the secret technique and the truth of this world! One day!"
The sound dispersed in the air, and the illusion of light gradually faded away.
"Hmm... So this is the proof that the brat named Fimmel has obtained the wizard qualification?" Lily stretched out her hand and touched the smooth scepter curiously, "Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be anything you want to see.
chant?"
"Speaking of which, besides being a symbol, does this stick have any other functions?" Elio interjected.
"Of course it does. The material used to make it is mithril alloy. That thing is an excellent magic catalyst and can probably improve the efficiency a lot when doing experiments." Gil weighed the scepter in his hand and threw it to the young man.
Knight, "Well, as for what other uses this thing has, I'll leave it to you to investigate."
"Wow, thank you very much." Elio caught it and held it in his palm like a treasure, "This is the relic of the mastermind of the 'Gray War'. At least... it will definitely sell for a good price, Captain,
You are right!"
Lily was too lazy to pay attention to him. She walked towards the long table, picked up the silver embroidered hood, felt its soft texture, and then threw it towards the black-haired woman, "Come and see what's going on with this thing."
Na?"
Gil raised his hand to take the hat and cast the same spell, causing the illusion to appear in the room again.
The light and shadow slowly build up into a two-story building. The interior is neatly decorated with exquisite and warm furniture, but it does not seem to have a residential atmosphere. Behind it is a flower garden. Most of the flowers and plants have withered and withered, but you can still vaguely see it.
It shows the original beautiful scene. Occasionally, passers-by pass by here, look at it with regretful eyes, and then turn around and walk away.
Not long after, a young man hurriedly walked over. Judging from his face, it was young Fimmel Stark. His appearance was no different from that in the previous vision, but his expression was less joyful and more joyful.
Depressed and gloomy. He waved his hand casually, unlocked the door of the small building, and then walked into the house, quietly staring at everything that had not been taken care of for a while.
The illusion froze for more than ten minutes before the young man sighed and started walking again. He slowly walked up to the second floor and came to the room that looked like the master bedroom. He took out the hood from a hidden cabinet.
Hold it gently in your arms.
"This is the only connection you have with the White Tower, father." Young Fimmel murmured, "Please give me some time. I will make those people who have no faith... pay the price they deserve."
He raised his hood, looked at it for a while, then put it on his head, "I will always be with you."
He stepped down the stairs and left the small building without looking back. The scene in the illusion also changed accordingly, and he returned to the magnificent and bright hall again.
Only this time, the white-robed wizards did not stand quietly on both sides, but stared at the exit as if facing a formidable enemy. Various lights continued to light up in the hall, which were the secret protective techniques they used on themselves, and
Prepare to strike the enemy with thunderous means.
However, they did not wait for the enemy. In other words, the "enemy" did not arrive as they expected.
There seemed to be a flash of fire above the head, and the next moment, the ceiling of the hall made a loud noise and burst from the middle. The white-robed wizards raised their heads in horror, just in time to see the group of giant beasts fluttering through the air.
It was a double-digit adult dragon. The young man stood upright on the back of a red dragon, his face hidden under a silver hood. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the seemingly majestic white tower at his feet.
"Destroy it. Then as agreed, all remaining wealth will belong to you——"
The giant dragons roared in unison, and flames, lightning, strong acid and cold air instantly formed a symphony of death. The preparation and resistance of the white-robed wizards seemed extremely futile in front of these ancient creatures. The White Tower turned into ruins, and those who were lucky enough to
The wizard who survived the collapse was torn to pieces by the swooping dragons the next moment.
The illusion dissipated again, letting the room return to silence and darkness. Lily swallowed her saliva, not knowing what to say for a moment - the others had the same reaction.