Having revealed her biggest secret, Sigourney felt relaxed, and after coming down from the top of the tower, she had a good, quality sleep.
After hearing the big secret, Ash was not shocked or bothered by the secret itself. He calmly accepted Sigourney's setting that she was from the next world. However, Sigourney's final action made his heart pound. He covered his mouth in the middle of the night, was very excited, and couldn't sleep at all.
Early the next morning, Meng discovered that Ash had big dark circles under his eyes, but he was so happy that it seemed as if little flowers could float out of his body.
His eyes fell on Sigourney suspiciously. What did this vampire do to Ash again?
Sigourney: “…” Older single wizards can be really annoying sometimes.
"Has Lord Mercator gone to the meeting hall?" Ash was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast and looked around. "Lan isn't here either...did he go with him?"
"It's normal for lovers to feel reluctant to part after a long separation." Meng nodded and joked, "We have to finish things here as soon as possible. We still have to save the world. We are in a hurry."
His ability to accept things was also very strong. He digested all of Mercator's words in one night and was even in the mood to make fun of himself.
Ash is quite confident in the lich Mercator: "With Lord Mercator in charge, we will be able to resolve this smoothly."
Meng gave Ash a thumbs up. That’s right, at a time like this, Ash should set the goal of always hitting the target.
Sure enough, before noon, Mercator came back with Lan.
Nance followed behind him.
"Well done." After Nance came in, his eyes drifted to Mercator in front of him, and he sighed to Ash and the other two, "You really gave me a big surprise." Although he said it was a surprise, his expression was actually frightened.
Ash looked at him blankly. The teacher knew their plan of action. Waking up Mr. Mercator was expected. How could it be a shock?
They went to the reception room and sat down, then they talked about the "shock" that happened in the meeting hall that morning.
Nans took a sip of warm tea, raised his hand politely, pointed at Merktor, and introduced him: "This one, the first generation of the Dailan throne..."
Ash nodded, knowing it.
No, you don't know. Nan Si smiled subtly and continued, "And the first generation of the Glorious Throne and the first generation of the Rouge Throne."
AshSignemon: "......??!!"
Huh?
What's the meaning?
Three jobs?
Nance nodded inexplicably. It was him, it was him, it was all him.
He is the first king of potions, inscriptions, and alchemy.
As expected of a knowledgeable lich, he is so capable!
Nance recalled the scene early this morning with mixed feelings.
He knew that Mercator would come, and guessed that Mercator was an ancient lich, and his strength would certainly not be weaker than the throne. So he slowly prepared a plan in his mind, brewing how to borrow Mercator's power to prevent the association from agreeing to further oppress the Broken River Plain.
He was full of evil intentions, like a cunning old hunter, designing traps for his prey and figuring out the techniques to set them.
After he had made up his mind and felt confident and steady, he calmly waited for Mercator's arrival.
Then Mercator arrived.
A man in black, holding a beautiful doll in his arms, entered from the doorway, concealing his lich aura very well. Except for Nance who knew the truth, no one could tell that he was a lich.
In the blink of an eye, he was standing on the central platform.
He sat down directly, and a skeletal chair instantly appeared beneath him, supporting him steadily.
Before Nance began his performance as planned, three people appeared in the meeting hall to steal his spotlight.
The Dailan Throne, the Glorious Throne, the Rouge Throne.
Nance, who was about to raise his hand to say something, silently shut his mouth when he saw this.
The one who steals the show is the throne, and no one can snatch it away.
As soon as Merktor appeared in sight, the three kings stood up from their seats in shock.
They all stood up in unison.
Coincidentally, they are particularly neat.
He looked at Mercator in extreme shock, as if he had seen an incredible existence.
It is difficult for anything to be incredible for the throne.
It is difficult for anyone or anything to cause their emotions to fluctuate, let alone make them terrified.
Therefore, their abnormal behavior attracted everyone's attention - including the other nine thrones.
But the three thrones paid no attention to the inquiring looks from all around, and still kept their gazes fixed on Mercator.
It was not until Mercator sat down that they seemed to be awakened by this action.
Hesitantly asked: "...First generation?"
Mercator nodded reservedly.
After a moment of blank expression, the three thrones reacted quickly and saluted respectfully: "First Generation!"
Again, they said it in unison.
They finally realized that there were two other friends who were calling for the first generation just like them, and immediately looked at each other in confusion - what was going on? Whose first generation was it? Could it be that the three families could share a first generation?
There was chaos again.
Later, everyone learned that, except for the Lilac Throne, the other twelve thrones of the current thirteen thrones were all inherited from ancient times. The wizard towers currently standing on Iluf, especially the wizard towers of the twelve thrones, were all built by the first generation of the twelve thrones.
For the three throne wizard towers of Dailan, Guanghui and Rouge, Mercator is their founder, and his status is naturally higher than any subsequent generation of successors.
The three thrones bound to these three wizard towers are now projecting their spirit bodies into the meeting hall through the wizard towers to attend the meeting.
When Mercator walked into the meeting hall, the three wizard towers "recognized" him and became restless, with the urge to return to the arms of their original owners.
At the same time, their current owners, the three thrones, also learned of Mercator's identity through feedback from the Wizard Tower.
The reason I hesitated before was not because I was not sure, but because I did not dare to believe it.
The first throne?
I'm afraid even his bones have turned to ashes, how could he appear in front of them?
But no matter how unbelievable it is, after careful verification, we have to admit that it is indeed the first generation that has faked its corpse.
Even the Throne Wizard Tower, which was bound to him, was joyfully expressing its closeness to the other party. It was just short of betraying him and falling into his hands. What was there to doubt about the other party's identity?
After the confirmation, there was silence in the audience, and after a moment, there was an uproar.
Is it possible to see the living first generation in my lifetime?
Or is it the first generation that can defeat three at once?
Were all wizards in ancient times so powerful? They actually possessed the power of the throne in three realms at the same time?
In this way, Mercator easily gained the support of the three neutral thrones.
The original unfavorable situation of 6 to 4 was quickly reversed to 6 to 7.
The dust has now settled and it is business as usual to treat Broken River Plain.
Nance's plan, which he had been brewing for a long time, had no room to be implemented before it could be put into action.
Do you know how he felt at that time?
It feels both good and depressing.
Now throwing this scare to Sigourney and Ash, seeing that Ash, who was calm, and Sigourney, who was indifferent, both unconsciously revealed a hint of surprise, Nance finally felt better.
Meng was stunned, looked at Merktor and asked, "Glorious Throne?"
Mercator nodded calmly.
"That glorious array?"
"I created it." The lich said frankly, "I want to find a suitable place to sleep and wait for the encounter with Dailan. There is no better place than the Radiant Magic Circle."
After all, who would have thought of digging up a lich from beneath the Circle of Radiance?
He didn't want to be woken up by irrelevant people, he just hoped that after opening his eyes, he could see his beloved wife.
Meng laughed dryly. That’s right, he couldn’t imagine how a lich could create a magic circle of absolute light.
No wonder the Radiant Array is the only one in the world and its structural diagram has never been passed down.
Because the lich didn't want it to be passed down, so as to avoid being disturbed by human wizards.
"What about the Rouge Throne?" Meng asked, expressing a question that had been in his mind for a long time. "Why is the alchemy system named Rouge?"
Mercator lowered his head and looked at Lan tenderly: "Because Dailan likes the rouge I made for her the most."
Mongolian:"……"
He was completely convinced that these three thrones were all Mercator.
Dailan——because the lover’s name is Dailan.
Glory - because the place where I will reunite with my lover in the future is the Glory Circle.
Rouge - because the lover's favorite is the rouge made by his hand.
Look at the naming pattern, it is simple, crude and random, it must have been named by the same person.
He struggled to ask one last question: "What realm are you in now?"
Mercator shook his head and said regretfully, "I have slept for too long and have been reduced to the status of a legend."
It's consistent with what Sigourney guessed last night.
But please note that they are descended into legend.
What about before it dropped?
It took Meng Dui Mokto less than an hour to deal with the Thirteen Thrones and return to the Wizard Tower without any doubts.
He is a real big shot.
Oh, by the way, didn’t Mercator say last night that he had entered the spatial dimension and touched the barrier of the world on the other side?
At that time, the world was so shocked that it was divided into two, and no one noticed this.
Moving freely in the spatial dimension - it is hard to imagine what a powerful force that is.
"Well, anyway, the problem of Broken River Plain has been solved for the time being." Nance coughed lightly, pulling everyone back to their senses from the shock of trance. He had been shocked too many times in the morning, and now he felt okay. "Mr. Mercator also informed the association of the prophecy of Iluf's demise. From now on, most of the wizards' energy will probably have to be focused on this aspect."
"They believed it?" Meng was surprised. How long did it take to convince the Wizarding Association?
Then he looked at Mercator and was no longer surprised.
"Has the association more or less noticed something?" Nance witnessed the scene in person, but he was still puzzled. He looked at Merctor inquiringly, feeling that the Thirteen Thrones accepted Merctor's statement too quickly, and seemed to have accepted Dailan's prophecy about the end of the world without much questioning.
Mercator nodded slightly: "Twelve... No, now it's the Thirteenth Throne. They are the ones who understand the crisis of this world best."
"We live in an incomplete world. The more you understand the laws of the world, the more you understand this."
The thrones are undoubtedly the ones who have the deepest insight into the laws, and they must have noticed it long ago.
"A broken world is unstable and shaky. Half of the reason why the Wizard Association was established was to stabilize and support this world." Mercator revealed the truth of that year. "A city must have a wizard tower. I guess this rule is still in use now?"
Several people nodded.
"A wizard tower can cast a barrier to protect the city where it is located. On this continent, countless wizard towers are linked together to protect and consolidate this piece of land." Mercator said, "It is because of the magic network that connects the wizard towers that this world has survived to this day."
Ash turned his head to look at Sigourney. Is there a similar magic net on Red Iluv's side?
Signe gave him a slight nod.
some.
It seems that in each world, those with the most powerful abilities have already discovered the instability of their own world.
That's why the Thirteen Thrones believed Dailan's prophecy so easily today.
"What do they want to do?" Meng stroked his chin. Everyone knew that the world was about to end, so they wouldn't just stand by and watch, right?
Nance showed a toothache expression: "First, let's do a collective astrology of the Brilliant Throne, hoping to get a revelation."
Meng was happy: "Didn't you mention Delan's second prophecy?" The one about Sigourney and Ash falling in love and saving the world?
Nance shrugged. "No one would believe this prophecy even if I told them, right?"
Of course, even if someone would believe it, he wouldn't say it.
Isn't it just causing trouble for your own children?
He gave Sigourney a smile that said, "I'm treating you well." Sigourney glanced at him coldly and asked, "Are you done?"
Nance spread his hands: "It's over."
Sigourney said calmly: "Then let me speak."
Ash looked at Sigourney. They had decided last night to reveal Sigourney's identity to everyone.
Mercator had no idea about the situation in the other world, and Sigourney's experience happened to be a supplement.
I hope that by pooling everyone’s strength, we can find hope for the world.
On this side, everyone heard Sigourney begin with a blunt sentence: "The world is divided into two, and I come from the other world."
"puff--"
Nance spat out a mouthful of tea.
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