Chapter 159: Sword and Dragon's Show Time (Seeking a Monthly Ticket)
"Oh, the statue is broken, the statue is broken, the statue is broken!"
Chenlong walked around the room like a repeater. From time to time, his eyes would glance at the pile of broken clay fragments on the ground, and his heart felt throbbing.
Why was it damaged?
This is on loan from the museum in his name,
Borrowed,
You will have to return it after the research is completed.
But now, the statues have turned into a pile of fragments,
What should I get in return? Or how can I prevent the museum from holding him accountable?
Originally, they took the statue back to the antique shop because they didn't want District 13 to know the specific content of their research. Or there was a time difference, but now it's better to transport it directly to District 13. Although Black has a "good relationship" with those agents,
Researchers will come over to inquire about information, which is very annoying.
It turned out that Ah Fu reminded them of the security issues in the antique store.
The time was chosen very cleverly, just to avoid the time when neither I nor Tohru were around.
The antique shop with only one old man and one young man left can defend itself from the invasion of black energy, but once it faces the bad guys, it will be very powerless.
It's over now,
If the sculpture is damaged, the museum will not get to the bottom of it. They only know that you lent the cultural relic in the first place and you guaranteed that it would be returned intact.
But now, if the cultural relics and sculptures cannot be sent back intact, that is your problem, Chenlong!
It doesn't matter if you lose money. Dad will buy less antiques next month and make two more trips to the 13th District.
The key is credibility! This is a devastating blow to his credibility. Which museum will dare to lend him cultural relics in the future? Which university will dare to ask him to lead an archaeological team?
"Why!"
With a sigh, Chen Long looked particularly disappointed, and all his energy and energy seemed to be sucked out with this sigh. The failure of the archaeological enterprise made him a little confused about the future.
Having been immersed in archeology for more than ten years, he has completely integrated into this industry. Now his credibility has collapsed, and from now on... he may not be able to survive in this industry. Change careers? What can he do instead?
Advisor to District 13?
But no, what he hates most is fighting and killing.
Looking at the store?
Come on, I've been watching it for more than ten years since I was a child, and now Tohru is learning to take over, why is he coming back?
"well!"
Dad came out of the kitchen with a rare pot of tea: "Jasmine tea can calm you down!"
"Calm down, yes!" He took off the lid of the pot, looked at the green tea, and lamented: "Yes, I can see my future in the tea leaves!"
"When the museum and the university find out about this, my career is ruined just like that statue...Ouch!"
"Dad!"
"Your career is not important!" He turned and pointed at the broken statue: "Now dad can no longer read the inscriptions on the statue, the knowledge has been lost forever, the Holy Lord is still at large, and the black energy is growing.
, the era of mankind is entering destruction and collapse!"
"One more thing, I want you to record everything in that ancient temple. Where are the photos? Where are the videos?"
"On the camera on the counter."
"Well, Dad needs to study it carefully." Touching his smooth chin, Dad said: "What evil plan is the Holy Lord preparing again?"
After saying that, Dad returned to the study with his camera.
Chen Long also became more and more disappointed. He squatted on the ground and looked at the pile of clay fragments in a daze.
At this time, the bedroom door opened, and a small head emerged from the crack in the door: "Damaged statue?"
"Okay, Uncle Long alone can't do it. Xiaoyu, it's time for you to save Uncle Long again! Let me think about it, what does it take to restore a pile of junk? Tape? No, it's magic!"
Although my father said that "sick" children should get more rest, he didn't seem to have said that you can't read when you are sick!
Of course, whoever wants to go to the textbooks that are full of sinful bad guys, what she wants to read are the magic books in her father's study that record wonderful magic!
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February 17th.
Spellcaster Academy, first graduation ceremony.
After nearly two months of intense and high-pressure training and learning, the thirteen young black energy wizards, who were the quickest to learn, completely completed their transformation and became official spellcasters.
Spellcaster Academy, a white, sacred and huge castle.
Early in the morning, the quiet castle became noisy and lively. Of course, the lively atmosphere did not spread to the entire castle, but simply gathered in the graduation ceremony hall.
In front of the huge and grand graduation hall, there is a lot of excitement at this time. There are gryphons and giant eagles in the sky, beasts that only exist in myths and stories. There are also people riding brooms and carrying metal wings on their backs coming from a distance. On the ground
A dazzling golden light flashed, and more than a dozen spellcasters appeared directly. There were even flames, flowing water, and even a huge metal beast rushing from a distance...
Each spellcaster came to participate in their own unique way to witness this first graduation ceremony.
"Sword...the principal is here!"
In the hall, someone saw Daolong walking out of a gleaming portal on the stage. They were shocked and hurriedly screamed to alert their companions who were communicating with others around them.
"This... is so cool!"
"Stop shouting, what's so powerful about pulling the wind is the spell itself! If it's not an illusion..." The spellcaster with some gray hair looked around the hall, looking down at ten people.
The faces of the classmates, who ranged from several years old to ninety, showed shock and envy: "It involves the curse of space, but haven't these been lost long ago? How..."
All right,
He suddenly remembered that behind Daolong... Bah, behind the dean was the source of all the black wizards in the past, the demon of fire—the Holy Lord!
What he didn't know was that the magical attainments of this Holy Master were far different from the Holy Master he imagined.
But it's normal not to know. In fact, apart from Daolong's speculation, the news about Bai Yi's magic novice has not been leaked. And the only insider also strictly keeps the secret.
The magic of space was lost six hundred years ago.
Oh, that’s okay!
However, although there is no doubt, there is a bit more envy.
Although Daolong claimed to be the leader of the Black Qi Wizards at the beginning, his identity was not recognized by all the wizards. After all, the wizards were scattered all over the world, and it was difficult to even find fixed contact information, let alone an organization.
.
Daolon was only recognized by some of the wizards who were defeated by him or who witnessed his power. In addition to him, there were other leaders in the entire wizard group.
He is one of them.
But unfortunately, that is all in the past.
From the moment Daolong was chosen by the Holy Lord and pushed to the forefront, there was no equality between them.