Chapter 125 The Master of the Magic Power of the Eternal Candle
Isidore took the necklace and, to be on the safe side, he walked up to the king, lowered his eyes, glanced at his neck, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
The king's murderous intention towards Vifiya is a hidden danger. If it happens the first time, it will happen the second and third time.
Thinking of this, he did not stop moving his hands. He casually took off the king's necklace, put on the imitation, and adjusted it to its original shape.
Before moving away from the king, a tiny ray of light from his fingertips penetrated into the king's body.
Kaharun, who had been paying attention to him, moved his eyes slightly. He caught the fine runes that flashed in the light, but said nothing.
He then raised his head and looked around at the illusion created by the [eyes], or to be more precise, a layer of skin.
The skin was covered with layers of runes, and it was clear that both he and Isidore contained magical power that could be sensed. However, the complexity of the runes was something that very few magicians in this world could achieve.
The more complex the rune, the more magic power is required to use it, and correspondingly, more powerful magic power is required.
When they first saw the [Eye] in Joko Village, they already knew it was not simple. Now, he glanced at the [Eye] that was following Vefia, watching Isidore and talking to her.
What the hell is that?
Noticing that Kahalon was observing it, its [Eyes] did nothing and quietly did what it had promised Vifiya.
The black fog below poked out a little bit and continuously input into the rune.
"Miss Vefia." [Eye] interrupted Vefia and Isidore's conversation. As always, only she could hear it. "Please pay more attention to the candle over there."
When Vifia heard the voice, she paused in her thought of ending the illusion and looked back at the candle.
At first, she didn't feel that there was anything different about this candle, but now, as time went by, the candle showed no signs of shortening, as if it was just burning simply, and no wax tears fell, the candle body was too clean.
"This candle has magical powers." At the same time, Kaharun's doubtful voice sounded.
Strange, he frowned and took a few steps forward. At first glance, it was indeed just an ordinary candle, but there were a few faint wisps of magic lingering on the candle.
It's very subtle, but not unfelt.
His senses were infinitely magnified. Surrounded by so much magic, Kaharun was about to release the magic within his body to perceive, when he heard Isidore beside him say with certainty: "It's the necklace."
Kaharun stopped moving and looked over.
Vifia followed Isidore's gaze and her eyes fell on the necklace in her hand.
"The magic of the necklace and the candle belong to the same person," Isidore said.
He raised his head and looked at Kaharun: "Stay away from the candles, and don't release your magic to sense them. There are magics that can attack."
Upon hearing this, Kaharun's face was frightened. Even Isidore said so. It seemed that the attack power was not small. He quickly ran to the two people.
Isidore stared at the candle, his silver eyes reflecting no light, and added, "The magic is powerful, no weaker than yours."
With just these simple words, Kaharun understood instantly. No wonder Isidore reminded him that with his magic power being almost equal to that of the candle, if he accidentally triggered the attack magic inside, not to mention whether he could eliminate it 100%, it would be disastrous if it destroyed the balance of the skin of the [Eye] wrapped around the room.
but……
"If it's magic power equal to mine..." Kaharun's eyes fell on the sapphire necklace in Vifiya's hand.
The reason why the Ninth Princess of Iscana needed a magician to create an imitation necklace was because the gems on the authentic necklace had essentially been partially fused with magic, and combined with the runes inside, a faint circle of visible magic was formed.
Ordinary gems are easy to imitate, but to imitate the same visible magic circle, you need the same or more powerful magic power.
Kaharun looked at Isidore. In the magic world, a large number of people with the same magical power as him could be screened out, leaving only a few.
He quickly eliminated those people one by one in his mind.
If they were the ones he knew, he would still be able to recognize them based on the tiny bit of magic power he sensed, so he wouldn't have almost released his magic perception just now.
Isidore's eyes moved from the candle to rest briefly on the necklace.
He lowered his eyes. From the moment he entered the room, he noticed the magical candle. The magic on it was very familiar. He was sure that he must have seen the owner of the magic. At least, the owner of the magic had used magic in front of him.
The only time in his life when he felt uncertain about magic was during that period, when he didn't care about his own magic or anyone else's.
Isidore subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Vifiya in front of him. She was lowering her head, thinking about something. When she noticed his gaze, she lifted her eyelids.
Her redness was reflected in the silver pupils. Isidore didn't feel anything was wrong and didn't look away. There seemed to be a scene overlapping in his memory, and two different faces merged into the same soul in front of him. At that time, there was a woman standing next to her.
"I have met the master of magic," Isidore said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's attention was drawn to him, and even their eyes shifted slightly towards him.
"Debbie Fiorella," was how the woman introduced herself, if he remembered correctly.
Kaharun's eyes widened suddenly. "'The expelled magician'? Are you sure? When did you see him? It's so dangerous..."
Before he finished asking a series of questions, Kaharun stopped asking them himself. There was a thought in his eyes. The time didn't match.
Isidore's eyes still didn't leave Vifia. At that time, Debbie Fiorella said something. She invited Vifia to see the results of her experiment. After being rejected, she said: "Take back your murderous intention. Some candles don't need to burn, they will choose to self-destruct."
Vifiya asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Before he could answer, Kaharun spoke in confusion: "That's not right. Didn't Debbie Fiorella die twenty years ago after being besieged by the four major families? How could her magic appear here after all these years?"
"It's okay, I just thought of something." After answering Vifiya, Isidore looked away and said to Kaharun, "We met her nine years ago."
Kaharun's eyelids twitched violently, but he didn't think much about what he meant by "we".
Isidore glanced at [Eyes] and said to Vifiya and him, "Wait for me, we can talk about the rest when we get back."
Kaharunvifiya nodded. Now that the necklace was in their hands, they did spend some time here because of the candle issue. Osa and Arnold couldn't afford to waste too much time here.
Vifiya stared at his back, her expression unchanged, but her thoughts never stopped. It was just that because of the name Isidore said, her thoughts changed direction.
His behavior was too obvious. Not only did he keep looking at her, but when he said "we" afterwards, Vifia had to doubt whether the "we" he was talking about included her.
Vifia felt inexplicably irritated. No matter how much Salis and Isidore assured her that she was the person they remembered, she still had no idea about this so-called past.
The problem that she had been deliberately ignoring finally resurfaced due to her irritability.
Even though she still had doubts, she no longer worried about whether she was too complacent in accepting their kindness if she was not the "she" they were talking about.
She had to admit that [Vefiya] had such a great influence on her. After all, she just thought one night, what would she do if it were [Vefiya]?
She would definitely say, "If they admit their mistakes, they admit their mistakes. It's them who admit their mistakes, not me. They rushed to help me on their own initiative. What does it have to do with me?"
Yes, what does it have to do with me? If it really was a mistake, then the cost of this mistake itself should not be borne by her. She refused.
"Never punish yourself for someone else's mistakes." In their first life, they had accidentally obtained the reward that should have belonged to Vahorian. At that time, she was still uneasy because she was afraid of being discovered. [Vifiya] said to her in the garden of the Marquis's mansion, "They wanted you to accept it, and you just followed their wishes and accepted it."
Whether it was an excuse or an escape, she was far less brave than [Vifiya]. Having been reborn seventeen times, how could she not understand that many things could not be investigated too deeply, and there was no need to find excuses for many things, which would only bring trouble to herself.
What she cares more about now is that, assuming their guarantee is true, how much useful information will be contained in that past that she doesn't know about. She has no idea what new and effective information she will get by combining the information from both ends.
For some reason, Salis and Isidore couldn't drag her out with the whole thing, and her speculation based on just their few words was still too little.
For example, she may have met a magician named Debbie Fiorella, who is suspected to be involved in Avril's body modification.
In the sight, Isidore walked up to the candle and casually extended the magic power of his fingertips towards the candle. In an instant, the candle flame rose, and countless white silk threads flew out in an instant. A tiny magic circle quickly appeared in Isidore's palm.
The magic circle was moving too fast. Before Vifia could see what was happening, the silk thread was covered by the runes flying out of the magic circle. The candlelight and the light of the two magic powers mixed together, and the original candle could not be seen.
When Vifia could see clearly again, the candle had turned into an ordinary candle again.
Isidore stretched out his hand, lightly pinched the candle flame with his fingertips, and unexpectedly pinched out a piece of iron the size of a fingernail out of thin air.
Vifiya lowered her head and looked at the necklace in her hand. Although Avulite had never told her the function of the necklace, based on the information she had heard before and everything she had seen on her, it was not impossible for her to guess that Avulite's past failure might be related to this necklace.
The death of someone who wouldn't be killed easily, coupled with her search for the magician...
If the necklace was her lifeline, and if she hadn't found the right magician to forge it for her before, then her death would make sense.
Thinking of this, Vifia felt a little complicated. She suspected that Avril's lifeline was in her hands. Was Avril confident in her own concealment, or was she really over-trusting herself? Or was she gambling...
Bet that Vifiya will really stand on her side, bet that she will not cooperate with the king...
So, if all the assumptions are true, the magician who made an impression on Isidore and whose name he could accurately call out was also related to that temporarily unknown past. This magician was probably not just passing by.
In this case, she and the magician might have some communication.
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The sweet and clear singing echoed along with the rhythm of the lyre strings on the busy streets.
"Look at the moonlight fading,
You see the crow's feathers melting,
Ivory folding fan holds the scepter,
..."
The little girl nestled on the woman glanced at the people around her.
The clear eyes looked at the faces of the haggard women, and some eyes unconsciously glanced at the men on their side.
Compared to the women in long robes coming and going, the little girls and women who had nothing to hide were really conspicuous.
They seemed to be unaware of everything, as if they were just walking on an ordinary street.
The little girl buried her head in the woman's neck, her eyes moving as they passed through the figures and landed on the bard who was singing on the street getting farther and farther away from them. The poet's emerald green pupils seemed to meet hers for a moment.
The little girl withdrew her gaze and was about to adjust to a more comfortable posture when she suddenly paused. There was a look of surprise in her eyes that was not commensurate with her age.
She whispered in the woman's ear: "Awen, someone moved the candle."
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