It was a kind of call from somewhere, coming from the Mage Tower, constantly echoing in Allen's mind, echoing with the mysterious black crystal in his conscious world.
It seemed to be telling him that this was where he was destined to be.
This made Alan feel a little confused.
He really couldn't understand why the God of Darkness was related to the Mage Tower.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment and then completely disappeared.
"Maybe this is just my illusion!" Allen secretly thought to himself, "After all, recently, those group of believers have been nagging 'wildfire', 'wildfire', 'wildfire' beside my ears... It almost makes me crazy.
I’m hearing hallucinations.”
At the same time, while Allen was in a daze, a magician walked straight towards him with a smile on his face.
This magician is in his thirties, wearing a dark magic robe and two badges on his chest.
The first badge is engraved with a tall tower and six five-pointed stars, representing the "Sixth Level Magician"; the second badge is engraved with a quill pattern, representing the identity of the paper reviewer.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Alan York," the magician extended his hand to Alan enthusiastically, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wood, and I am the paper reviewer at the Mage Tower. Alan, you were in the Mage Tower.
The first paper I published was approved by me."
"Then I have to say 'thank you' to you, Mr. Wood," Allen held his outstretched hand and nodded slightly, "thank you for giving an insignificant magic apprentice the opportunity to show yourself."
"No, Allen, you don't have to thank me," Wizard Wood shook his head repeatedly. "Gold will always shine, not to mention you are a diamond! Being the first to see your paper in front of everyone is the luckiest thing in my life.
things.
"Now, when I meet people, I tell them, 'I was the first person to discover the talent of Alan York,' and they are jealous of me!"
"You are really flattering." Allen said modestly, with an awkward yet polite smile on his face.
Then, Allen introduced Howard to Wood Magician, who once again amazed Wood Magician.
"Another student with 'excellent' talent?"
Allen nodded.
"One 'legend', two 'excellent'... It seems that this is a sign that the Mage Tower will prosper in the future!" Magician Wood said sincerely.
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After a brief mutual introduction, Wizard Wood took Allen and Howard up dozens of marble steps to the entrance of the Wizard Tower.
This is a five-meter-high, closed bronze door.
There are exquisite reliefs on the door and mottled rust, which shows that it has been through many vicissitudes over time.
But what attracts the most attention is the door handle of the bronze door.
It was carved into the shape of a winged, sphinx-like monster, which looked weird and ferocious.
"This is the Sphinx, a monster from ancient legends," Wizard Wood introduced. "Legend has it that this monster likes to stop passers-by and ask them riddles. If the passers-by can't answer, they will kill them."
Eat.
"Of course, you don't have to be afraid. The Sphinx here only has the remnant soul and can only ask questions, not cannibalism. However, if you cannot answer the questions it asks, or answer them incorrectly, you will not be able to enter the Mage Tower through this gate.
, the only option is to open the window or use a special magic scroll to teleport in.
"Speaking of which, this is the rule set by the 'Faceless Prophet', one of the founders of the Mage Tower. He claimed that the mission of a magician is to explore the truth. You should use your brain more in everything. When using spells, you should think more about the principles.
.And the sphinx on the door may be able to help magicians maintain the habit of diligent thinking."
"In this case...that guy from Garib might have to climb through the window every time he enters the wizard tower." After hearing Wizard Wood's introduction, Allen silently complained in his heart.
After the introduction, Wizard Wood gave a demonstration to the two of them, holding the door knocker of the bronze door tightly with both hands.
I only heard the Sphinx on the doorknob speaking in a cold tone:
"Mr. Wood, please name the sixth number in the eighth row of Parson's triangle."
"Twenty-one." Wood Magician replied without thinking.
"Congratulations, you answered correctly." Sphinx said.
Hearing this, Wizard Wood smiled slightly and walked straight forward, passing through the bronze gate unimpeded as if the bronze gate had turned into disembodied smoke.
"Parson's triangle is the Yang Hui triangle of this plane..." Allen said thoughtfully, "It seems that the question raised by the Sphinx is not too difficult."
However, when Allen and Howard planned to follow Wood Wizard through the gate, the gate once again turned into a cold entity, blocking them out.
Howard glanced at Allen and said, "I'll do it first."
"No problem." Allen nodded.
Immediately, Howard imitated Wizard Wood and reached out to hold the bronze door knocker.
"Mr. Howard, please listen to the question," Sphinx asked again. "In order to arrange a magic circle, a magician needs to install 'earth' and 'fire' in an 8*6 square array."
', 'Water', 'Wind' four elements. Each
There can only be one element in each square. In addition, each 2*2 sub-square array must contain these four elements, 'earth', 'fire', 'water', '
Each wind has its own space. How many different arrangements are there?"
Howard was lost in thought.
Allen silently commented in his heart: It seems that this Sphinx really likes to bully newcomers, and he suddenly raised the difficulty of the questions so much, it is comparable to the Mathematical Olympiad questions in the previous life.
Just when Allen was hesitating whether to secretly give Howard a hint, he heard Howard speak calmly:
"One thousand eight hundred and ninety-six species."
"Correct answer!" responded the Sphinx.
Howard smiled slightly, looked back at Allen, said "Come on" to him, and then passed through the bronze gate and entered the mage tower.
Next it was Allen's turn.
Allen had to admit that when he reached out to hold the door knocker, he felt quite nervous, fearing that the sphinx would suddenly have a brain attack and increase the difficulty of the question again, asking him to prove Goldbach's conjecture on the spot.
If the Sphinx is really acting like this, then Alan can only say 'goodbye' to it and go to climb through the window.
However, the questions raised by the Sphinx were far beyond Alan's expectations, so much so that Alan suspected that he was hallucinating again.
"What is one plus one?" This time, the Sphinx's tone was no longer as stiff as before, and even became softer, polite, and even respectful.
Allen hesitated for a moment and asked: "Is it decimal?"
"Yes."
"Then...the answer to this question is 'two'."
After he finished speaking, Allen raised his head and waited for the Sphinx to announce the results.
However, the Sphinx's answer once again surprised Allen.
"I haven't seen you for many years, and your wisdom is as impressive as ever! Sphinx, please welcome your return!"
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