Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 55 The Scholar's Answer
Mr. Dragon tapped on the table with his fingertips, and the vibration was transmitted to the table through the thick flannel, making a dull sound. Lyle and Arianna unconsciously lowered the volume to provide a quiet environment for the real elder to think.

Occasionally, the big dragon claws move on the surface of the egg, pressing and rubbing, and the light gray magic power flashes at the junction. If your eyes are sharp enough, you can watch the surface of the egg change constantly in the gap between the two, and follow different energies. Waves change shape.

As time continues to advance, the dragon's movement gradually slows down. He will stop for four or five seconds. When you think it is over, start the action again. The stop interval gradually lengthens, and you can clearly feel the doubts of Mr. Dragon.

The dragon withdrew his hand.

At this time, he seemed to lack interest, as if he had just made up a piece of paper in a boring stage.

"I can only generally judge that this is not a living thing, it should be some kind of device that has established a unique mechanism, and its changes in my feelings are quite limited, which means that, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, its ability to subjectively change is quite limited."

Lyle was a little frustrated, as if you handed over the heirloom to an expert for appraisal, and the result was not of the value you expected.

"Don't be discouraged. Regarding talent, I am not an authority in this area. I am a professor of seances. I can only judge that the spirituality of this egg is not strong, which means that it cannot grow like a normal creature. Maybe, give it to A real authoritative identification, his opinion will be different from ours."

"Real authority?"

"Yes, the creator of the talent awakening ceremony, the authority of traditional magic, the third-generation president of the Magic Research Society, and at the same time, he is also a professor of magic spells specially hired by Andrea, my colleague, Mr. Scholar."

"If Mr. Epidemic Doctor is free, we can go now."

"Ok."

.........

In a room, on the sandalwood desk facing the door, a figure is playing with a crystal ball, wearing a pointed wizard hat, wearing a black robe, muttering vague words, the mist in the crystal ball is surging, with the clouds and mist Dispersed, the epidemic doctor holding the milky white sphere appeared in the crystal ball.

A high-pitched voice echoed in the room, "They're here, they're here..."

Then it turned into a sharp grin.

"Ms. Murray, please don't make strange noises at my crystal ball? If you really like it, the magic item store of the Magic Research Society is sold to the outside world, and I don't mind if you take this away."

The speaker was sitting on an escalator leaning against a bookshelf, wearing a plain linen robe, with a stone mask on his face, and the energy formed waves on the surface of the mask, which was an enchanted product.

Books taken from the bookshelf are stacked beside him, quills are dancing on the parchment scroll, and a large bucket of manuscripts has been piled up at his feet.

Murray bounced from the seat, and she reached out to support the chair that was about to fall due to inertia. Although the surface of the chair was covered with the fur of an unknown animal, it would not be damaged even if it fell on the ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Scholar, you have a visitor."

"Thank you for the notice, Murray," the scholar's blue mask looked at the crystal ball. "My guest is coming, Murray, when you leave, please help me with the door by the way, thank you."

"Mr. Scholar, are you trying to drive me away?"

The scholar put down the quill in his hand and tapped his forehead with his palm.

"I've tried to be as euphemistic as possible, Ms. Murray, and what I'm trying to say is, yes, you've been with me for two hours."

"However, Mr. Scholar did not agree to my request."

The scholar rubbed his eyebrows, "So, what do you witches think? They sent me an invitation to join the society, and arranged for an inhuman young lady to toss my old bones."

"Because we want to repay Mr. Scholar, and we didn't let the members bother you, unreasonable people, I have stayed with you for so long, and I haven't seen it. You must be overthinking it. The old man's memory is really not good. OK."

The scholar screwed the cap on the ink bottle, and twisted it three times while turning the cap, as if trying to twist the head of some silly girl three times.

"So, Ms. Murray is going to meet the guests with me."

"Yes, I'll be standing there obediently and won't disturb you."

"..." What did Mr. Scholar think of, "Ah, I'm afraid this won't work, my colleague, Mr. Julong, is a macho, he hates being in the same room with a talented lady like you, he used to be with me Said that he would rather be with female animals than females. So, Murray, I'm afraid you need to leave, I can't be rude to the guests."

The scholar spent nearly 10 minutes to appease Ms. Murray, who was like an angry fighting cock, endured her vicious curses, and invited her out of her room.

Take Murray out and close the door.

Open the door, the dragon and the plague doctor are standing in front of the door.

Before the dragon could speak.

"My old friend, it's always a good thing for me to meet you. Come in. No matter what you ask next, as your close friend, I will definitely agree."

.........

The mask of Mr. Scholar is quite old, the chiseled facial contour is very thin, and the eyes and mouth are simply represented by a nick, like a sacrificial mask of the primitive sect, majestic and strange.

But Mr. Scholar is much easier to get along with than he looks. He warmly pulled the two of them into his room, and held hands with Mr. Dragon to greet him. Although Lyle seemed overly enthusiastic and a little too greasy, it was still a long way to go. is a good thing.

Sure enough, things gather together, people are divided into groups, and Mr. Dragon's friends are all enthusiastic elders.

"It's like this, this is our newcomer, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, he participated in an awakening ceremony a few days ago, but his talent is different, I know, talent is different, I mean Yes, some of him are inconsistent with common sense, and even mysticism can't explain it."

The dragon motioned for Lyle to show his egg.

"Well, the talent is out of the body, it is a violation of the awakening."

At a glance, I can see Mr. Miracle's unusual path.

Mr. Scholar looked at it, stretched out his palm, and from the gap between the five fingers, the blue magic silk thread was wrapped around the egg, and began to flicker, just like a glowing jellyfish living in the air.

Parsing ends quickly.

"Dragon, what is your judgment?"

"Not a creature, a device with a special reflex arc."

"Half right. The caster seems to intend to strip off his talent and make it independent, forming a new individual from the stripped part."

"But it failed, perhaps because of the limitations of the talent itself, or because of the wrong incantation of the ritual. The result of this experiment was only half achieved, and the talent was stripped off, but it did not develop into a new individual, and it became an external pendant. The original function cannot be realized.”

"There are two solutions. One is to re-integrate the stripped talents and return to the original state. The other is to go to the black and make up for the lack of external talents and complete its individual."

(End of this chapter)