Now, Morses has officially become a second-class transcendent.
After slowly opening his eyes, he saw Adili sitting not far away, looking at him curiously.
"Did it work?" she asked.
Morses smiled and nodded, and stretched out a hand, and three arcane balls appeared.
"The level of mental power has nearly doubled, and the conversion efficiency of arcane energy has also been greatly improved." He sighed while experiencing the abilities derived from the second level.
"That's good... Huh, I have to take back what I usually said. It's really tiring to maintain the magic circle." Adili leaned back, with a trace of fatigue on her face.
Her mental power level is not too high yet, and this time in order to maintain the magic circle, she exhausted her scarce reserves.
"Thank you, Miss. How about we stop here today? You'd better take a rest quickly." Morsis smiled and suggested.
"I haven't...Oh, forget it, I'm going back to sleep." Adili habitually wanted to show off, but her reason still stopped her and asked her to quickly change her words.
Morsis looked at the other party, showed a smile, and nodded slightly.
Immediately, a feeling of solidification spread throughout his body, and "ropes" that seemed to be made of air entangled him, making it impossible for his legs to move.
"Hahahaha, I've been hit, I've been hit!" Adili's originally tired face showed a hint of surprise, and then she stood up with force and came to Morsis.
"Did you just arrange this?" Morsis smiled bitterly. Although he had been promoted, his mental power was almost exhausted. He really couldn't break this binding circle.
"You guys have times when you let your guard down. Huh, your smile just now made people angry, so I activated the magic circle!" Adili proudly walked around Morsis and said in a brisk tone.
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"Okay, I admit you won, Miss." Morse laughed dryly and said.
"Very good, then you have to teach me attack spells!" Adili stopped, approached Morsis, and said in an expectant tone.
"I'm willing to admit defeat." Morsis smiled helplessly, gestured to the other party with his eyes, and continued, "Can you untie this thing?"
"Now that you said so..." Adili smiled, and then tried to use her mental power to dispel the magic circle.
Mental strength.
Mental strength…
"Uh..." Adili stood there blankly, and after a while she smiled awkwardly, "My mental energy is exhausted, how about you just wait here for it to untie itself?"
Magical formations do not exist permanently. If scholars do not maintain them, they generally will not exist for long. First-level magic formations like this one will generally last for forty minutes.
"Huh?" Morses was stunned when he heard this and replied subconsciously.
"Just think of it as an in-situ repair after you reached the second level, ha...I'm going to go back to bed first!" Adili stuck out her tongue with a slightly red cheek, and then immediately fled the yard.
Morsis watched the other party's back disappear through the door, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"I really don't know which adjective I should use to describe her, cute? Or should I call her stupid... Well, it would be terrible if she hears it." Morsis muttered and chuckled softly.
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After getting rid of the restraining circle, Morses quickly returned to his room and carefully closed the door.
In the room, he carefully checked his condition and practiced several second-level spells.
"I was finally able to set up this substitute magic circle in a very short period of time. Only in this way can it be considered of actual combat value." Morses nodded, then caused the magic circle beside him to dissipate and stood up.
"I hope that guy Scola went to that cafe to fish for fish like today." He said secretly, "After finishing the afternoon work, let's meet him again."
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3:50 pm, Walder Street.
Morse walked into the familiar coffee shop as if nothing had happened and looked around.
However, this time he did not see the man who always looked lazy.
"Not really..." He shook his head secretly, found a secluded spot, and sat down.
"A cup of roat coffee, add more sugar, thank you." Morse said to the waiter and started staring at the door.
He has to wait here slowly, no matter what, he has to meet the Lacasse warden today!
Time passed quickly, and it was five o'clock in the blink of an eye. The wall clock on the wall rang a clear sound, echoing in the dark cafe.
Morse looked at the half-cold cup of coffee in front of him, and his expression became a little strange.
"Is it possible that that guy isn't planning to come over today?" Just as he was thinking this, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, revealing a stern man in a white robe and a middle-aged man with a goatee and sunglasses.
We walked in together.
Morsis's pupils suddenly dilated. Although the guy wearing sunglasses was wearing thick makeup, he still recognized him.
That's Lennon Sivans!
"Why did he appear here?" Morses quickly lowered his head to avoid being recognized by the other party.
But Lennon didn't look here. He just followed the man in white robe and sat down opposite him by the window, with his back to Morse.
"This is directly opposite Lacasse. How dare that guy come here? Who is that man in white robe? Is he his accomplice... No, judging from Lennon's demeanor, they should have a superior-subordinate relationship." Morsi
Si lowered his head and analyzed secretly.
He did not dare to look up at the other party, because he knew that Lennon was an assassin and had probably reached the fourth level, so he was very sensitive to such malicious glances.
As for the man in white robe, he could make Lennon respect him so much. Based on the previous guesses, the man is probably a member of the church, which is even more unfathomable.
"What are they talking about? I can't hear clearly..." Morsis thought to himself. Although it was very quiet in the cafe, the distance between him and the two people was really far away, so the sounds he heard were very blurry.
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Of course, this is likely to be the result of the other party using transcendental abilities to process it. After all, scholars have the ability to infer the original words from vague language.
"Fortunately, this influence is not deliberate. I can still barely hear some... Well, there is a word that is being repeated over and over again. It seems to be the name of the man in the white robe?" Morsis frowned and tried his best to analyze.
that word.
Then, he almost looked up at the two people in shock.
"Calpe...Saint Calpe?" Morsis swallowed and said secretly.
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Disguised Lennon Sivens followed San Calpe into this cafe just across the street from Lacasse.
"Your Excellency San Calpe, why did you call me here..." Lennon also showed a hint of nervousness. After entering the door, he hurriedly asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry, I have something to tell you." Saint Calpe's voice was always very calm, and no emotion could be heard in it.
Lennon didn't dare to ask any more questions and sat down by the window with the other party.
After each ordering some drinks, the two were silent for a long time. Lennon wanted to ask a question from time to time, but whenever he saw the expressionless face of the other party, he did not dare to say it.
Fortunately, this weird atmosphere did not last long. San Calpe put down the cup in his hand and whispered, "This coffee shop is one that Scola often visits."
"What did you say, Monsignor San Calpe?" Lennon asked hurriedly, not understanding.
"That guy doesn't know that I have returned to Salius. I asked the Speaker of the House to find something for him, so we won't meet him here today." San Calpe continued to maintain the tone just now,
said.
"Sorry, Monsignor San Calpe, I don't understand." Lennon didn't understand why the other party said this at all.
"No special intention, just find a place to discuss things, ha..." St. Calpe shook his head, chuckled secretly, and then said, "Although Scola was assigned by Tasok City, you may not know
, the church has always been vigilant against him."
"Why did he refuse to become God's Favorite?" Lennon asked doubtfully.
"This may be part of the reason. Mr. Christian, the agent of 'vision' among the twelve powers of our emperor, found something strange in him." At this point, Saint Calpe's eyes became a little strange.
He considered it carefully and said, "He can't tell what it is, but he can't see through this person."
"Lord St. Christine, can't you see through it?" Lennon now also understood the strength level of the agents, and also knew what the so-called "vision" meant.
St. Calpe nodded slightly and continued, "So the church decided to put him outside in Salius to see what this variable can do... As a result, this guy fully demonstrated his strength, and just only
Within a few years, he became the secret manipulator of Salius.
"This kind of person is ambitious and capable at the same time. If he can't be used by us, then..." Saint Calpe's tone suddenly turned cold and he continued, "It's better to get rid of him!"
Lennon swallowed and said, "I've basically taken care of all the nobles related to him. What should I do now?"
"Hmph, the church has decided to strictly investigate Salius City this time. Therefore, in addition to Scola's forces, there are also some outsiders who have roots that must be dealt with..." St. Calpe said coldly.
"You mean, the ambassadors who are rooted here?" Lennon thought for a moment and asked.
Saint Calpe nodded slightly and said, "Some of them are the absolute top leaders of their country, but they have a certain amount of power here... For the future planning of the empire, they must be eradicated.
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Lennon nodded thoughtfully, then took out a small notebook, turned to a page, looked at it and said, "There are still six targets. How are we going to deal with Scola in the future? Will you personally take action?"
When Saint Calpe heard this, he smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, the church has already decided how to deal with that guy."
