White Tower Wizard

　　 Casper fumbled for a while on the corpse on the ground, and Green stood aside holding a torch to light it up.

　　 "Well...Male humans, probably between 30 and 40 years old, are magicians, and there is still a half wand left here..."

　　 Green asked slightly curiously: "How do you judge?"

"Knowledge and experience, you have to know that the corpse can'talk'. It can tell you more information than you think. But I am not going to explain to you, if you want to be like me, you have to There is so much to learn."

　　 Casper did not look up, and continued the "post-mortem" behavior.

　　 "His eighth achievement was due to the heavy bleeding caused by the sudden cut of his right arm. Look, there are traces of blood on the walls and floors."

　　 Green took the torch and looked all the way along the position indicated by Casper. The wall and floor were all normal colors, and there was a little more dust at most.

　　 "Where is it?"

　　 He really found no blood stains.

　　 This person has been turned into bones, and I don’t know if it has been a few years or decades, and there are still blood stains on the ground? He was very suspicious of this.

　　 But he also noticed that Caspar's wolf-like eyes glowed with bright yellow light. Maybe Casper saw a different scene from him.

　　 "This large piece is all, including your feet." Upon hearing the question, Casper scratched a large area on the wall and the ground.

This also made Green wide-eyed and looked at his feet carefully, but he had already squatted down and buried his head low enough, and still did not notice anything unusual, which made him want to ask Casper what his eyes were. What time is zero" vision, microscope?

　　 "Let me see what else... well, a five silver dollar note from Fores, this format..."

　　 Casper continued to search the black magic robe of this unknown mage, and found a lot of things from it.

　　 "The issue date printed on this banknote is 1890. If I remember correctly, this seems to be the last set of banknotes that are no longer in circulation in Forex?"

　　 Casper turned his head and asked Green, the "indigenous" of Flores.

　　 Green also thought for a while before giving a definite answer.

　　 "Yes, the currency in Forex's circulation today was issued after the signing of the International Exchange Rate and Settlement Agreement in 1900. The old version of the currency in the past 10 years has been recycled and cannot be circulated on the market."

　　 "In this way, this person died 10 or 20 years ago. The age is indeed not too long ago, unlike the bones seen before."

As Casper said, he put the paper money into his pocket, and suddenly it seemed to be reacting to something. He patted the pocket of the paper money again, and said with a smile: "Unexpected joy, everyone who sees it has a share, wait I will share half of you for the exchange."

"Forehead……"

　　 Green was very speechless. He looked at Caspar’s look like a wealthy fan, it was only 5 silver dollars, and looked at the look of his pocket, half of it was just an excuse.

　　 "There is still a note here, but the words are a bit small, I have to take a closer look..."

　　 Collecting the windfall, Casper took a note that was also found in the magic robe, and opened it under the firelight.

　　 Green also leaned forward, and he was also very curious about what was written on it.

　　 "Alex, have you been in Fores recently? Tell you...no, this word is too small, wait..."

　　 Casper stopped reading as soon as he started. Green thought what was wrong, but he did not expect that he took out a spectacle frame from his arms and placed it on the bridge of his nose.

　　 A pair of glasses!

　　 What the hell?

　　 Green felt that the persona he had just set up for Casper in his heart collapsed again in an instant.

Isn't 　　 the muscular grandfather?

　　 Looking at Casper wearing small gold-rimmed glasses, he felt that he suddenly had a learned temperament.

　　 Besides, isn’t it a human flesh microscope? Did you find blood stains just now?

　　He is "reading glasses"...

"...Tell you good news! A big deal came to my door. A group of people asked an intermediary to find me, saying that they found a tomb, but they couldn't handle it, so they had to come to ask'professionals' for advice. Haha, It seems that our name has been spread. The rewards they gave are very generous, enough to allow us to retire early, you will never regret it! I have found several helpers, if you also have intentions, at the moonset, Meet and talk in the old place."

　　 Kasper finished reading the words on the whole note, then took off his glasses and put them back in his arms.

　　 "It looks like this is a tomb thief, do you want to read it again?" Casper said, passing the note to Green.

Um? Tomb thief?

Passed the torch to Vivienne behind him, then took the note, and hurriedly scanned it again. Then he asked suspiciously: "The tomb thief died here. Does it mean that we are in a tomb now? Teleported underground? There are no tombs near the sky camp."

　　Is there a formula for robbery? What's it called... Looking for a dragon and dividing the gold to see the mountain, a heavy winding is a heavy barrier, if there is an eight-fold danger at a door closed, there is no yin-yang and gossip shape...

　　 Well, but with the pattern here, Yin-Yang gossip may not work well.

　　 Green's mind turned a few times in an instant.

　　 The "treasure hunt" session was over, and Casper began to look at the wall carefully, thinking about how to leave the passage.

"Don't say anything so absolute. Is the tomb known to the people worthy of the robbers? Besides, it is random teleportation, and the distance is impossible to determine. Maybe we are not near the sky camp at all, or even out of the Fray. It's all possible..."

　　 Casper tapped the wall with his hand, tested for a moment, and then turned back to Green.

　　 "You stand a little further away and cover your ears. I will try to see if I can break this wall first."

　　 Seeing that Casper was about to do something, Green took Vivian back a little bit or two. He was a little nervous, but he didn't dare to get too far away.

　　 "What are you going to do?"

　　 Green’s question rang for less than a second, and Casper started to exert his strength.

　　 "French Seal: Shock Wave"

　　 I saw him put his right hand on the wall and quickly drew a triangle symbol, and the blue magical fluorescence lighted up.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 There is a loud noise!

　　 Green stood in the passage, only to feel a "ground shaking and mountain shaking", and a strong air current blowing on his face made him squint his eyes. And because of the small space, the sound rolled like thunder, and he couldn't stop the momentum with his ears.

　　 When everything subsided, Green hurriedly stepped forward to check the situation. It was a little different from what he had imagined. After being hit so hard, the wall didn't knock off the rocks and became pitted, but it was just like a hole was blown through a piece of paper.

The entrance of 　　 is not big, the inside is a black with fluorescent flow, and the edge is glowing red, like embers burned by fire, it is quickly closing in the middle.

　　 Casper also looked at this scene with the same seriousness.

　　 "It's a bit troublesome, the speed of recovery of this space barrier is too fast."

　　 Green also felt that the size of the opening of this hole was simply not enough for a person to pass through, let alone it is constantly recovering.

　　 But he is also very curious about the moves Casper used just now. This is the second time he has seen such magic skills that can be released without chanting.

　　 "What kind of ability did you use just now?" Green asked curiously: "Can the power be greater? This hole is a little smaller."

"That was the Shockwave Seal, but I didn't expect that the space barrier would be so strong, and the speed of repairing would be too fast. It is estimated that this unlucky person on the ground is the arm that was cut off by this quick repair space... "

　　 Casper looked at Green, rubbing the stubble on his chin with his left hand, as if thinking about a way to break the game.

　　 "Didn't you say you can't make magic?" Green asked suspiciously.

　　 "Uh, I won't release the curse, but the seal is not... Forget it, I'd better tell you the topic that I haven't finished just now, lest you keep asking like a curious baby."

　　 Faced with Green’s question, Casper looked like a headache.

　　 "Where did we talk before? Archmage Avery Leopold, right?"

　　 "From ancient times to the present, the wizards used the magic power accumulated in their bodies to cast spells and used spells as the construction tool to form magic to affect the external environment."

Green automatically translated what Casper said in his mind: the wizards are all programmers~www.readwn.com~ Relying on their accumulated knowledge, they typed lines of different codes, and then compiled one. Different procedures. This will make it easier to understand.

"Before the publication of "The Elements of Magic", the magicians relied more on a kind of experience and inheritance, and there was no uniform standard. At that time, no one knew what the essence of magic was? Casting?"

　　 "Even if the same kind of magic is released by different wizards, the spells spoken may be different, and the effects achieved will be different."

　　 Green is listening quietly, this is a good opportunity to get in touch with magical knowledge that he doesn't know.

"But after the "Magic Element Theory" was widely accepted on the mainland, most of the wizards recognized this concept, that is, the magic element is a substance that permeates the air universally. It does not exist because of the existence of gods. Do not perish because of the demise of the gods. The magic power in the wizards is also accumulated in this magic element. The reason why they can cast spells is only using a unique method to make use of this energy."

　　 Caspar paused, and looked at Green's expression slightly.

　　 "It's a little hard to understand, right? This also caused an uproar on the continent at that time."

　　 Green's expression is a bit weird, he thinks this concept sounds very familiar.

　　 But I don’t know if it’s really hard for others to understand, but he doesn’t have the slightest obstacle. Isn’t this dialectical materialism?

　　 Several doctrines of the great man surnamed Ma back then, but he learned it after a long time to figure it out.

　　 Matter comes first, consciousness comes second.

　　 But for magic, why does this sound so magical?