Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 29
The expedition team of the Igor family did not struggle with Simon Adrian's narcissistic character for too long - no matter how this "handsome iron guy" behaved, he was already a dead bone in the tomb 800 years ago. From the perspective of the adults and his subordinates, it is time to find the magical rhythm left by Adrian and find a way to send the convoy out of the infected area.

As long as he can leave the infected area, let alone "handsome guy", let Xiahouyan call him Liang Chaowei, and he will have no problem.

Master Laurie stood at the foot of the bronze statue of Adrian, looked around for a week, and realized that the scale of this magic laboratory was bigger than he had imagined before:

Twelve ebony bookshelves filled with books and standing upright;

Six curved lab tables full of magic items;

Coupled with the dozens of wooden boxes randomly stacked in the corner of the room, I don't know what is hidden inside...

It is no easier to find something in this laboratory than it is to find a decent gentleman who has never messed with his own maid in the kinky imperial aristocracy!

"We are divided into two groups!" The master said decisively, "Lord Lord and I are looking clockwise along the wall, and you guards are looking counterclockwise-remember, what we are looking for is the magic rhythm left by Adrian, So pay special attention to those magic storage crystals that may still have his mana remaining in his lifetime!"

The master's advice was impeccable, so the five members of the expedition dispersed and started searching separately.

Xia Houyan first aimed at the dozens of wooden crates stacked in front of him—not that there was anything interesting about these wooden crates, but simply because the lord had a crowbar in his hand, which was a professional counterpart.

Probably due to the protective barrier set by Adrian in this magic laboratory, these wooden crates spanning 800 years show no signs of decay.

Their creamy-white slats even have the characteristic freshness of freshly sawn wood.

However, when the Lord Lord used a crowbar to open the heavenly lids of these wooden boxes one by one and saw the contents inside, he couldn't help but be disappointed——

Each wooden box has a similar interior: hundreds of hardcover books are neatly stacked!
These books all look exactly the same, and they should all be printed in one batch; there are dozens of boxes in total, and the total number of books is probably thousands!

Xia Houyan took out one of the copies, and saw that on the dark red suede cover decorated with golden rose patterns, several elegant and bright gilded characters were printed:
"My Magical Career - The Autobiography of Simon Adrian".

The lord deeply doubts, is it because Adrian published a large number of autobiographical books that year, but they couldn't sell them, so they are all piled up here?

He felt that even 800 years ago, when entertainment was scarce, no one would be too lazy to pay for Adrian's autobiography...

The publishing industry is a big hole!While sighing about the development of the tertiary industry in the empire, Xia Houyan threw "My Magical Career" back into the box without hesitation, turned his head and began to check the curved experimental table next to him.

——Only when looking at these experimental tables, can the Lord remember that Simon Adrian was not only a narcissist, but also an eighth-order archmage with superb magic.

On the experimental table, the first thing that catches the eye is the bottles and jars that reflect the brilliance of the lighting crystal—these conical glass bottles with corks are filled with colorful magic potions with different properties, but because the bottles There are no labels on their bodies. It is estimated that only Simon Adrian himself knew what the effects of these medicines were 800 years ago.

The lord deliberately stretched out his fingers, stuck to the cold glass bottle of the potion bottle, and felt the magic fluctuation of the potion;

As a result, he was disappointed to find that after 800 years, the magic power in these potions had basically dissipated and lost their effect.

As far back as 800 years ago, the "King of Alchemy" Kruswitz hadn't extracted magic preservatives from elf wood, so most of the potions in that era were seasonal products that had to be taken out of the oven on the same day and taken while they were hot!

These pure natural anti-corrosion ancient potions will expire after about a week, not to mention 800 years?
This made the Lord Lord, who was full of wanting to buy some ancient elixir back for free, extremely frustrated.

However, apart from a pile of expired potions, the Lord turned his eyes and remembered that there were still piles of parchment magic scrolls on the table: the production process of this kind of thing has not changed much since ancient times. The method is also the same -

As long as the scroll seal is torn open, the magic recorded on the scroll can be released at one time!
Because of their ease of use and suitable for young and old, magic scrolls have always been popular in society. Their popularity among the public can be seen in the batch of "Charming" scrolls created by Master Laurie.

The most important thing is that magic scrolls have no shelf life!

The magic scroll 800 years ago can be used in the same way today when the seal is torn off!
Judging from the fact that these scrolls were randomly piled up by Adrian, the magic recorded above should not be too advanced, but the lord still happily accepted them all: he asked Lawrence to get a big bag and stretched it out. Arms, bent over and swept all the scrolls on the table in, incarnated as a desktop cleaning master and came to a scroll meeting.

Even the inferior magic scrolls can be sold for a dozen silver coins on the black market!
When I was at the Mage Academy, I used to earn pocket money by reselling scrolls, and the lord, who knew the market well, naturally couldn't let go of this windfall!
However, although the Lord has harvested a batch of scrolls, until now, everyone has not found anything storing Adrian's magic power...

You must know that finding Adrian's magical rhythm is the main task of this trip!
If you can't imitate Adrian's magic fluctuations and control wild zombies on a large scale, wouldn't it be an empty talk to walk out of the infection zone?
Thinking of this, Xia Houyan smacked his lips in annoyance.He stood up straight with the scroll pocket, and was about to continue checking the magic ingredients on the shelf behind the laboratory table, when he heard Master Laurie in a low voice:

"Lord Lord, there is something I want to ask you."

"You say." Xia Houyan replied as he walked towards the magic ingredient rack.

"The one you summoned outside the door just now doesn't seem to be the god of death, right?" Master Laurie said in a serious tone.

Xia Houyan stopped.

"If I say," the lord turned his head and looked at his chief mage with a wry smile, "that is a distant relative of the God of Death, do you believe it?"

Master Laurie's slightly hesitant face was written with "Are you taking me for a fool?"

"Lord Lord!" Seeing Xia Houyan's erratic eyes, as if to avoid the topic, Master Laurie anxiously approached and said, "Do you know what a magician would be if he was found to be using a forbidden spell such as necromancy. end?"

"Uh..." Xia Houyan felt that this question was really unlucky, "... Being tied to a pillar in the Imperial Capital Square and burned to death?"

"Then you know," Master Laurie squinted, "if you are found to believe in pagan gods and use the power of gods other than the Pantheon, what will happen to the magician?"

"Uh..." Xia Houyan smacked his lips, "... Was tied to a pillar in the Imperial Capital Square and burned to death?"

"No." Master Laurie gritted his teeth, "You will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

Xia Houyan felt that this method of death was more comfortable than burning to death?
"So you know why, magicians who believe in pagan gods should be buried at sea instead of being burned to death like simply using forbidden magic?" Master Laurie snorted.

"Why?" Xia Houyan blinked stupidly.

"Because they feel that magicians who believe in pagan gods have too dirty souls, and they are more disgusting than simply using forbidden magic!" The master sneered, "The traditional idea is that if these pagans are tied to the Imperial Capital Square The ashes will inevitably pollute the air of the imperial capital!”

Xia Houyan: "..."

"Lord Lord, I, Victor Laurie, don't claim to be a gentleman, so I can keep you a secret about your summoning of pagan gods!" I don't know the evil spirit of the black-robed old man you summoned, which race and sect he is, and I have no interest in knowing it at all! But please don't do this again in front of others in the future! The people of the Inquisition have been recruited, and no one can keep you!"

"Just have a hundred hearts! Even if I use necromantic magic this time, isn't it just a matter of urgency and a last resort?" Xia Houyan wanted to explain, Master Yan is not some evil spirit, but in the end he still Helplessly rolled his eyes, "When the infected area is out and the dust settles, this lord swears that he will never touch any forbidden magic again! I'm not retarded, isn't it good to be my own lord, and how can I be full? to openly challenge the authority of the Magic Association?"

Master Laurie glanced at him, and after confirming that the Lord recognized the seriousness of the matter, he lowered his voice and said:
"Also, you'd better make everyone else in the convoy keep their mouths shut - this time, I'm not the only one who saw you resurrecting zombies and domesticating Dave! Those tenant farmers are honest, they should just confess, But over there with the guards... I'm not worried!"

Xia Houyan sneered:

"Don't worry about it, our Igor family's guards have always been loyal, down-to-earth and reliable, so how could they cause any trouble..."

A sharp metallic hum not far away interrupted the sonorous and confident speech of the Lord Lord.

(End of this chapter)