Chapter 85 Arcane Agents
Sarai people?
What is that?
Fang Yu smiled, nodded slightly, and answered the question irrelevantly: "Hello, Pastor Jacques, I am a traveler, you can call me Gis."
Fang Yuke didn't dare to reveal his name in such a place. Although he had not come into contact with it yet, Youzi once said that there was a true name spell in the main plane before.
A vicious spell that can be cast as long as the name is known.
In Luwak, "Gis" means peace and leisure, which is also the original meaning of Fang Yu's name.
"Guise..." Abbe Jacques hesitated for a moment and quietly put away the pearl and owl feather he was holding.
He was just a foreigner with a strange appearance. Judging from his clothes, he was probably a young nobleman of Salei who was ignorant of the world and attracted by the legends of adventurers. It was not worth wasting a chance to cast a first-level divine spell.
Although he is a level 3 priest, and the God of Harvest has blessed him with the ability to cast four 1st-level spells every day, each spell is precious. If he really can't use it, he can store it in a scroll and sell it.
Don't waste it at will.
Moreover, using identification magic on strangers is a very offensive act, and there is a certain chance of being discovered by the other party.
After all, the other party is an adventurer who can kill a giant wolf. Even if he is not a transcendent, he should be close.
Forget it, who cares what camp he is in.
If they are really the same kind as those disgusting guys, there will naturally be those idiots from the Temple of Light to support them.
Huh? Compared to before, this guy's smell seems to have changed a bit?
Bishop Jacques gave Fang Yu a puzzled look, then turned and continued walking towards the altar.
"Master, that old man must have wanted to cast the Identify spell on you just now, but for some reason he didn't. I've just added an 'Anti-Detection spell' to you. Within eight hours, if someone casts the Identify spell on you, no valid information will be found."
Yuzu is getting better and better!
Fang Yu used the communication technique to praise Professor Yoelz.
The altar of the harvest god of Viplain is at the highest point in the village. It is made of local stones and covered with moss and vines.
In the center of the altar is a circular semi-concave altar, and the concave part is filled with soil.
On both sides of the altar, there were two bundles of flax and wheat ears wrapped in gold foil.
These are also the two main crops in Weplain.
The altar is surrounded by exquisite reliefs depicting the changing of seasons.
Next to the altar, there were two peasant girls standing on each side.
One of the two girls on the left is holding an oak barrel in her arms, and the other is holding a set of four golden wind chimes.
On the right side, one of the two girls is also holding an oak barrel, while the other is holding a fist-sized blue transparent stone in both hands.
The oak barrel looks very mottled, and it is estimated that it has been there for quite a few years.
The altar was set up before sunrise. There was an oak pillar on each side of the altar, with dried flowers and wheat ears hanging on the pillars, symbolizing the harvest and the gift of nature.
Abbot Jacques looked at the sundial and saw that the time was getting closer to a quarter past three. He waved his hand, signaling old Beto to take the villagers to move back.
When the time came, Professor Jorz threw out the identification technique he had prepared.
Abbot Jacques was completely unaware of this, and his face, which had been a little drunk, began to become solemn. He stood in front of the altar, opened his arms, and chanted a mysterious and ancient syllable.
Huh?
Fang Yu noticed that the two magic network nodes around Jacques were actually fluctuating, but the problem was that there was no magic fluctuation coming from Jacques himself.
How did he activate the spell model?
The hay and wheat ears hanging on the pillars also made a fine rustling sound without any wind.
Then, while chanting, Abbot Jacques picked up the wind chimes from the girl on his left and hung them on four oak pillars. The golden wind chimes made clear sounds, and everyone who heard them felt refreshed.
Then, Abbe Jacques took the oak barrels from the two girls and poured the liquid in the barrels into the four depressions around the altar while chanting.
Fang Yu smelled the scent of alcohol.
It smells quite good.
I guess this wine is quite old.
The dark red wine slowly flowed from the four grooves to the dry soil in the center of the altar, just like blood constantly seeping into the soil.
The wine and soil mixed very quickly. In just a few seconds, the dry soil was filled with moisture and looked very soft.
The tone of Jacques's chanting suddenly changed. If the tone just now was light, the tone now became heavy.
Bishop Jacques reached out and picked up the flax and wheat ears wrapped in gold foil on both sides of the altar, and inserted them one by one into the soil in the center of the altar, forming a circle.
When Jacques finished his chant, he just stuck the last ear of wheat into the soil of the altar.
The scene was quiet.
it's over?
Fang Yu turned his head left and right. This spell shouldn't have taken effect yet, right? There weren't any unusual fluctuations in the magic net.
Just as Fang Yu was puzzled, Old Jacques reached out and took the blue transparent stone from the last girl's hand.
"Ventus Pluvia Terra Benedicite Crescite!"
Abbot Jacques raised the wooden staff stuck in the ground with his left hand, widened his eyes, and roared a curse.
With his right hand, he suddenly inserted the blue transparent stone into the soil.
Although Fang Yu didn't know what the chant just now meant, this spell was a typical common language.
It means – wind and rain bless the land and encourage growth.
Suddenly, Fang Yu's spiritual power sensed that the two magic network nodes near the Jacques Hall had begun to fluctuate abnormally. Then, a wave that ordinary people could not feel spread rapidly into the distance, centered on the blue stone.
Fang Yu could also sense that at the same time, similar blue stones in most of the fields in Viplain Village began to resonate with this stone.
Is this a magic circle?
"Tsk." Fang Yu heard Yuzi's disdainful voice, "The second ring's natural blessing was actually changed into this kind of crappy ritual spell."
"What did you see?" Fang Yu asked silently, "How did he activate the spell just now? He clearly has no magic power at all, so how did he construct the spell model?"
"Yes, great master. I never thought that the main plane has fallen to this extent! He really has no magic power at all, because this old man doesn't master any spells at all!" Yuzu was almost angry and cursed.
I don't have the spell? Can I cast a spell without it? Then why did I work so hard, ...
"This old man truly doesn't possess any magic, and he doesn't possess any magical power. The only difference between him and an ordinary person is the strength of his mental strength."
"Under normal circumstances, his mental power is about the same as that of an ordinary person. But in reality, he must have sacrificed his mental power to some unknown existence."
After scolding, Yuzu explained in detail.
"This old man's current mental power is only 8, probably about the same as an ordinary person. But just now, while performing this ritual arcane spell, his mental power directly reached 13. This extra mental power was fed back to him by the object of his sacrifice through the magic network nodes."
"This spiritual power should have been cultivated by him originally, but I don't know to whom he sacrificed it. Normally, this spiritual power is not in his body. Only when he casts a spell will the other party return the spiritual power to him."
"He himself doesn't have any magic power, nor does he master any spell models, nor does he have any connection to any magic network nodes. He simply communicates with the object of his sacrifice through mental power, requesting that the other party mobilize the magic network nodes to cast spells for him."
"In essence, what he mastered were only the most basic mental communication methods of the spell school."
"Too evil, too evil! This is even more evil than a reincarnated lich. How could such a wicked high-level creature appear in the main plane? Where are the legendary wizards? Why doesn't anyone stop this evil act!?"
Unexpectedly, this Yuzu has such a strong sense of justice.
However, if this is the case, this priest cannot be called an arcane mage at all.
Or maybe we could call him the Arcane Agent?
Haha, the casting times appeared.
Now everyone understands where the biggest golden finger of the Rubik's Cube is, right?
(End of this chapter)
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