Alinge, the Magic Tower of the Council Headquarters.
Rachel, who was always full of energy, turned the magic robe into a dark color to show her mood, heavy and depressed, and waited nervously. Yesterday, I haven't heard about the paper submissions of Lord Brooke and Mr. Roland, will they pass the review before the publication of the "Arcane" journal? What is the result of the experiment? Does it deny Lucian's quantum hypothesis of light?
Even under the influence of her friend Samantha, Rachel's cognitive world has changed a lot in the past three years, and she is not a staunch supporter of the wave theory, and even prefers to accurately predict the quantum hypothesis of light that accurately predicts various experimental phenomena of photoelectric effects.
"Is it really like Lucian said, we should look at the problem of waves and particles from a higher level and perspective?" Although she waited for half an hour at her teacher Isabella, she should be able to see the latest issue of "Arcane", but she was eager to know the final result.
The pace accelerated slightly, and as she approached the exchange area, Rachel found that there were people in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "The wave grain debate has indeed received widespread attention, how can there be so many magicians rushing to buy "Arcane" when it is released? How many arcanists below the advanced level can fully understand every paper on "Arcane"?"
Thinking this in her heart, it didn't prevent her from squeezing towards the exchange table with a little fewer people, but the layers of people did not make a sound at this time, showing indescribable depression and despair.
"What happened?" This made Rachel full of curiosity, so she turned around and squeezed to the front of the surrounded exchange table with the help of a few non-aggressive fourth- and fifth-ring magic assistants.
Oh...... The shattered head, scattered brains and blood all over the floor, and the corpse holding a book of "Arcane" were all reflected in Rachel's pupils in a terrifying way.
After all, although they are familiar with the fact that the cognitive world will be subverted will cause headshots, in fact, there are not many examples in the past hundred years, except for the middle and high-level magicians who have witnessed it once with the elemental will and pale hands, others have never seen it, and the scene of priests and bishops turning into torches and fireworks is occasionally encountered.
Those low-level magicians and apprentices who had not yet accepted the compulsory mission showed shocked and frightened expressions, constantly nagging words such as "Lucian Evans" and "Skull Crusher", as if they were the demon lords who were about to pinch their heads.
"The "Chicken Soup for the Soul" column is very popular with magicians, but few people ask teachers and illusionists like me for psychological counseling and crisis intervention...... After this time, it seems that the situation will change a lot" Rachel was extremely depressed, but her thinking was quite derailed.
However, the main reason for the oppressive atmosphere of despair is not this horrifying picture, but the few lines written in bold black font on the spread out "Arcane":
「…… Although I conducted an experiment to deny the quantum hypothesis of light, the results and images of the experiment perfectly matched the quantum characteristics of light, and I have to admit that my 'denial attempt' actually preliminarily proved the quantum hypothesis of light......"
"——Edwin Brooke, Great Arcanist, Legendary Class 'Emperor of Control' Level 4"
Rachel raised her head slightly and looked at the silver ceiling of the hall at a forty-five-degree angle, as oppressively quiet as the surroundings: "From the day I entered the magic school, I never thought that there would be such a day, shouldn't it be like this magic tower, like the theoretical system of Speaker Douglas and Lord Brooke?"
"The world seems to have become unrecognizable......"
Rachel's rare sentimentality, then quietly escaped from the crowd in a strange sadness, returned to the hall of the Magic Tower in a daze, and then stepped on the elevator to the Arcane Review Committee, knocking on the door of her teacher Isabella's office, like a child looking for the warm embrace of her "mother" to comfort.
"Come in." Isabella's voice came from behind the door.
Hearing Isabella's answer, Rachel suddenly woke up, how did she come here? Shouldn't you normally go to the "Brain Wave and Hormone Center" next to the "Atomic Research Institute" to wait for the teacher? Shouldn't the teacher set off from the Magic Tower at nine o'clock?
Gently pushing open the half-closed door, Rachel saw that the teacher's magic robe had turned into a long black skirt and a white flower on her chest, and she immediately asked in astonishment: "Who passed away?"
"Roland, Corestel ......" Isabella said a few names with a somewhat sad expression. She is not a high-level mage who has only recently been promoted, and she has more or less a friendship with those stubborn old mages.
"Luo, is it Archmage Roland?" Rachel's mind came to mind with the image of the tall and thin stubborn old man, but what impressed her the most was the row of badges on his chest, which were dazzling halos.
Isabella nodded slightly, her eyes shining: "Yes, an archmage has fallen, an archmage who has won the highest honors in the fields of electromagnetism, light and darkness, and heat has fallen, and has been eliminated by the development of arcane and magic......"
"This ......," Rachel suddenly felt that the world was so bleak and cruel.
Isabella "laughed" without much emotion and comforted: "Don't despair, don't be confused, this is normal. This reminds me of my childhood, when I could see particle theory supporters exploding their heads every once in a while, so there are so few supporters of particle theory now. You should be glad that there is a three-year buffer and foreshadowing this time, so the three members of the Light and Dark Realm who reviewed the papers of Lord Brooke and Roland did not die, but their souls were traumatized and took several months to recover."
"Yes." Rachel has seen this history from the history of magic, it was the era when His Excellency Brooke bloomed his talents and subverted the particle theory of light, and he stepped on the throne of the Great Arcanist with dense broken skulls and brain plasma blood, becoming the second legendary peak of the Council, and it is said that there was even a friend of Speaker Douglas, a member of the Supreme Council at the time, and the legendary magician was destroyed along with his half plane.
However, it is one thing to read about this history from books, and it is another thing to experience "the reappearance of this history" firsthand.
Seeing that Rachel's face was still pale, Isabella walked up to her, stroked her hair, and comforted her like a mother: "This will also be a time of growth. In the decades that Lord Brooke brought about changes, the council added two great arcanists, Lord Helen and Honorable Vicente, and four other legendary magicians, almost doubling the strength of the council's top management, and after nearly a hundred years of development, the number of archmages and high-level magicians has become far more than before...... Sixty-one."
"This is our opportunity, we must remember that we cannot blindly insist on it, nor can we be easily shaken, everything is based on facts."
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Holm Glorious Cathedral.
"Roland, 'Destruction Lightning', seventy-sixth in the purification sequence." Bahá'u'lláh the Magistrate of the Tribunal read with a smile: "Corestel, 'Bloody Thunder', the 269th of the Purification Sequence...... I really want to award Lucian Evans, the professor, the 'Angel of the Night' medal for his outstanding contribution to eliminating evil magicians."
After spending a long time in the Holm Kingdom, he also learned the standard language of the Crown Award as a way to mock Lucian.
Holy Knight Stone laughed: "An archmage, three high-level magicians, twenty-seven intermediate magicians, and more cognitive world shattered solidifiers, if Lucian Evans is willing to become a night's watchman, with this merit, he can be ranked in the top five among the night's watch!"
There were only three legendary powerhouses in the Inquisition, one of whom was an ancient magician who had attached, so he also entered the ranking of the Night Watch, because he had killed the top thirty legends of the purification sequence, and was undoubtedly ranked first. Although there are many high-level people in the Night Watch team, there are no more than ten at the ninth ring level, and even fewer have purified high-sequence ninth-level arcanists and ninth-ring magicians like Roland.
Philippe Bell also smiled, this is the most pleasant news in the last ten years, for the clergy, it doesn't matter whether it is a wave or a particle - someone was swallowed by the holy light because Brook proved that light is an electromagnetic wave, stripping it of its sacred properties, which caused a tragedy, as for the quantum hypothesis of light, Philippe said that there was no pressure.
He touched his thick white beard and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Brooke didn't fall because of this, otherwise the Pope would have to award Lucian Evans the title of 'Saint'!"
"Someone proposed to call Brooke 'Saint' directly, but unfortunately, Lucian Evans seems to be a little worse than him."
Hearing this obvious mockery of Lucian, Bahá'u'lláh and Stone laughed heartily, their voices full of schadenfreude.
"But it is said that Brooke was also seriously injured, and I don't know if he cognition that the world was shattered and frozen, and if so, it was really a very ironic thing, it seemed to be a punishment arranged by the Lord. At that time, what a beautiful scenery he was, ruining the cognitive world of countless magicians and the faith of clergy, but he did not expect that there would be a day when his own cognitive world would be shattered and solidified." At this moment, Philippe Bell was extremely devout, believing in the existence of the God of Truth like never before.
"Only the truth endures." Hearing this, Bahá'u'lláh and Stone both drew crosses and prayed.
After praying, the three of them looked at each other and smiled again, and Philippe Bell said humorously:
"Shall we pray for 'Saint' Lucian Evans again that he will survive the rebound safely and continue his efforts in the glorious cause of the Lord?"
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"New, alchemy, technique?" Fernando read the title of the thick paper in his hand word by word, his bright red eyes staring at Lucian, who was calm and calm in front of him, with a suspicious look.
(End of this chapter)