Tribute to the Demon King

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A magician's life is to serve the past.

Leif Huale has always believed in this sentence, and has paid for it all his life so far.

In the research room in the afternoon, there were piles of recording papers piled up like mountains.The dust-proof cloth that should have been covered on the precision measuring instrument with the inscription was almost completely removed, and the entire measuring instrument looked like a factory assembly line.

The price of an assembly line is already high enough, but the value of this thing is even several times higher than that of an assembly line - even if you pay ten times the price, you may not be able to buy something of the same level on the market.

This is a measuring instrument made by Darius Eindsworth Rockslot, the heritage replicator.

Like an ordinary person who grew up in a scientific environment, he absorbed the technical essence of Chaldea without any resistance, successfully integrated magic and technology, and produced a measuring instrument with amazing performance.

For example, a scanner that can scan the exact time and damage size of each defect on a tile, or a printer that can print out the original image of a skeleton in a three-dimensional manner... The most terrifying thing is that it can distinguish Draw the contact time of all contacts of an item, and draw the detectors of different contact holding time periods in different colors.The time can be accurate to the month at most, and with other instruments, the weather data at that time can even be read out.

...This is almost beyond the limit of what magic can achieve.

The reason why Leif had the cheek to stay in this house after his best friend left the Clock Tower... was mainly because he was reluctant to part with these utensils.

What if you don't see them anymore, what if the research needs them urgently, what if the new tenant breaks them...

Rafe was once annoyed to the point of losing his hair.As soon as he thought that only Darius could make this kind of machine, he almost wanted to rush into the seal designation department, press the heads of their leaders on the table and ask them to cancel Darius' seal designation.

His talents are by no means limited to magic circuits and his own magic achievements.

The only purpose of the magician is to go to the root.But this also means that their talents have been eradicated-the so-called unprecedented, and there will be no future.Nothing more than this reason.

This is where the seal designation comes from.

All experiences can be recorded in the magician's magic circuit.This is also the reason why magicians do not trust detectives and police, because there is nothing more impossible to deceive a magician than a magic circuit.

Therefore, as long as the magician is made into a living specimen and the activity of the magic circuit is maintained, "he" will become a textbook that all future magicians can read at any time.All the achievements of his life will become part of the theory of the new generation, and his sacrifice will bring all magicians closer to the truth.

Since there is no one before, at least there should be no one after—this is the idea held by the magicians of the Magic Association.

Generally speaking, there are two types of magicians who are granted the seal designation.

One is the hermit who just disappeared and passed on magic to blood relatives, and never continued to do research.This kind of magician is generally called fallen, such as Aozaki orange and Darius.They do not want to be designated by the seal, but choose to flee from it.

The other is the sage who returned to his own territory and continued to engage in his own research.Until their research reaches the end, they will wantonly teach and accept students.The association will also quietly wait for the results of their research to come out, and then immediately seal it.The knowledge stored in the magic circuit will become the teaching material for future generations, and future generations will not need to walk the path they have traveled.

"...But it's still kind of disgusting."

Rafe murmured.

He naturally knew that the second option was the correct choice.There are also ways to delay aging or temporarily rejuvenate in magic.

But excluding some extreme or dangerous methods, the remaining methods of extending life can only increase the life span of a hundred years at best.So they will entrust their wishes to their children and grandchildren.

Although experience increases with age.But creativity and thinking will continue to decline.According to the general saying in the magic world, it is said that a magician can devote himself to his own research for only fifty years, and the rest of his life is spent cultivating successors... that is, "the next runner".

The reason why magicians carry on the family line is entirely to let future generations inherit "the long-cherished wish that they have not been able to achieve".Like the son of a foolish old man, the generations are endless.And those ancient families that existed before the Gregorian calendar have issues and secrets that cannot be copied. The initial order they hold is the most noble blood commandment in the magic world-the crown designation.

Therefore, the seal designation is equivalent to publishing the "designation" held by the magus who has lost his research and development capabilities.Objectively speaking, it is beneficial to all magicians.

"But Darius didn't have any bad influence..."

Leif was dissatisfied with his daily dissatisfaction: "Why don't you believe it? His talent is far from exhausted. It is a crime to be designated by the seal now... a crime against all mankind!"

In his view, seal designation is like a donation.If the magician who has been awarded the seal designation is willing, it can be called a good thing, at least to prevent the possibility that his disciples and grandchildren will not be able to destroy the inheritance and waste the research results of their own generation...

"But if you don't want to, isn't it like forcing donations?"

Rafe said angrily.

Taking his best friend as an example, he dare not waste any time now.

Although it may be a bit overestimating myself to say so... But it cannot rule out the possibility that one day I will also be designated by the seal.And the content of his work is too much.So much so that he clearly calculated the time needed to complete all the work, and unconsciously became desperate.

Leif Hualler's duty is not to sort out a certain event and interpret a certain period of history, but to "interpret a certain department".Restore the whole picture of history from the perspective of multiple observers, and connect all things in series.

For example, if book B puts forward a different opinion from book A on a certain matter, it is necessary to review whether the content of A is credible.Simply put, it is the grand unified theory of history.

The more books and records that are deciphered, the more time it takes to redefine.With the help of Darius, there is still hope to complete it before the end of this life.But after Darius left him, the workload suddenly increased exponentially.In the past, he only needed to confirm the roles and actions of the various experiencers in a period of history, but now he even needs to personally confirm whether that period of history exists...

"Crime! Crime! Crime!"

He bent his slender back like a cat, and walked around the messy room with difficulty and haste while muttering.

As a result, an old typewriter suddenly jammed.And no matter how Rafe fixed it, it stopped spitting out notes.Even when Rafe pressed the key himself, the hammer on it did not move at all.

"Why is it broken again?"

He stopped in agitation, lowered his head and tried to tinker with the machine.As a result, I was tired and sweating profusely, but I still haven't repaired it.

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.And it's not just once, but the endless sound of being slapped by brats.

"It's coming again! It's coming again!"

The restless Leif immediately widened his eyes, held up the stuck typewriter, roared and rushed towards the door: "Who the hell? There is no end! The sign at the door says there are still [-] days left to see visitors." Are you a shrimp?!"

He has already decided that no matter who he meets after opening the door, he will smear his typewriter face in celebration first.

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