A wooden house is located in the deep mountains, surrounded by strange trees, rocks are forming a forest, beasts howl endlessly, and birds chirp continuously.
Fernando paced back and forth in the cabin with a calm face, thinking about how to organize the language when he met the president of the "Dance of Confusion" organization when he met him, how to avoid ridiculing the other party, and if possible, it would be best to meet the "Cursed Eye" Atlante, although he was not the leader of the organization in name, but everyone knew that he was the real manipulator behind the scenes.
Suddenly, Fernando's heart moved, and dozens or hundreds of magicians flew over due to the induction of the mental force field.
This situation startled him, and a translucent force field wall suddenly appeared around him, and the spell to break the space blockade was ready to go.
What are they going to do? So many people besieged me? But why did you make it so powerful that I had a chance to escape?
Such a question echoed in Fernando's mind, until he saw a few acquaintances—high-level magicians he had seen before—mixed in, their faces full of eagerness rather than hatred, that he let go of his worries and doubts.
"Fernando, I heard that you are very good at calculus?"
"Can you tell me how to deal with this?"
"What do you think about gravity?"
One by one, questions burst out of the magicians' mouths, weaving into a noise that was more exaggerated than the howls of birds and beasts, making Fernando's ears buzz and his heart indescribably irritable.
"Enough!" A roar like thunder erupted, completely suppressing all the noise at once.
Fernando is not as gentle and kind as Erica, considerate of others, and roaring is one of his specialties.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and Fernando twisted his face and said: "How can you explain calculus if you keep arguing like this? And how do I know your current progress?"
He didn't care if this was someone else's family, there were many high-level magicians on the opposite side, and even archmages who were stronger than him, who abruptly put on the appearance of a strict master.
For him, above the arcane, there is only the difference between understanding and not understanding, and there is no aura of their respective identities and strengths!
After shocking these magicians, Fernando said seriously: "I am here to discuss some issues with your 'Dance of Confusion' president, and when the matter is over, I will stay for a few days depending on the situation, sort out and explain the basics of calculus from scratch, as for the gravity thing, wait for you to digest the front first."
As a veteran sorcerer, he was qualified to prove how valuable The Mathematical Principles of the Philosophy of Magic really was, how profound the description of the world was, and how intensely shocking the sorcerer, so he expected a similar reaction.
However, what he didn't expect was that it would reach such a level!
It seems that my prediction is still not bold enough!
It is one thing to boldly ask for advice, but it is another thing for him to be so frank in preparing to explain, shouldn't knowledge of calculus and gravity be their top secret, just teach us without wanting anything?
In doubt, a certain magician reminded Fernando: "Your Excellency the Cursed Eye has transformed the 'Dance of Confusion' into the 'House of Wizards', which means the union of many organizations."
"Who is the president?" Fernando asked directly.
As soon as he finished speaking, another magician flew in the distance, and he said loudly: "Mr. Fernando, Your Excellency the 'Cursed Eye', please go see him."
Fernando was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
This is fine, so as not to persuade the president and have to go through Atlanta again.
The meeting place was not within the half plane of Atlante, but in a garden full of flowers of all colors in the valley.
"Frankly speaking, I thought about detaining you before and getting the complete knowledge of calculus and the detailed interpretation of gravity directly from you." Atlanta closed his eyes tightly and said with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze.
Fernando curled his lips, not seeing the jerky of His Excellency Legend: "They are indeed worth your work, but this is knowledge that will be shared with all magicians."
"All magicians?" Atlanta asked with a smile, as if everything was under control.
Fernando hesitated: "Yes, Douglas believes that the understanding of the world, the grasp of laws, and the dialysis of principles require more people to join and communicate more in order to get better development, so he defines this part of knowledge as arcane, that is, something that can be shared with other magicians, and detailed magic knowledge such as spell models is a personal secret, shared only by personal will."
"Arcane?" For the first time, Atlanta didn't smile and showed a thoughtful expression, "It sounds like Douglas wants to build a purely arcane communication organization? This is his definition and classification?"
"It's not that deep yet, such as how to motivate researchers, but this is indeed the wish of Douglas and us, and we hope to build a solid 'magic building' on top of this arcane exchange organization, which is collectively called the 'United Council of Magicians of the Continent', so as to resist the church together." Fernando did not hide his purpose or skillfully draw up the topic, but directly elaborated.
Atlant nodded slightly: "I'm very interested in a purely arcane communication organization, and I need to take a look at the 'magic building' in the back."
With "Mathematical Principles of Magic Philosophy", one of the most important books in the history of magic, what magician would not be interested in a purely arcane communication organization? Of course, they will definitely weigh what knowledge they share according to the situation.
"I'm not surprised by your answer, really." Fernando said with a slight mockery, only willing to take benefits, not to take responsibility, this is one of the important reasons for the early collapse of the Magic Empire, "My purpose is just to pull your 'Mysterious Dance', uh, 'House of Wizards' into this exchange organization, as for the future, I believe you will choose the right direction." We will show you the only path of hope to the light!
Besides, after a long time of arcane exchanges, this academic organization will naturally have cohesion, and naturally some people are willing to consciously maintain it, and then integrate it, it will be much easier, this is Douglas's conspiracy, Fernando knows it, Atlant also knows, but he can't resist this temptation.
Atlanta suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils as deep as the starry sky: "I'm waiting."
"Douglas should have been promoted to legend, right?"
"Yes, 'Magic Chosen People'." Fernando struggled to resist Atlante's eyes.
The communication between the two was simple and fast, and they quickly reached an agreement, Fernando suddenly felt a little sad when he left the garden, the old fox had worked hard, and finally won the legendary cooperation, but his persuasion was so light, in addition to the huge impact brought by "The Mathematical Principles of the Philosophy of Magic", it was also due to the change in the situation, but also because he had a legendary magician behind him as a solid backing, but the old fox did not.
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A year later, Fernando, who had made a big circle around the Storm Strait, returned to the "Hull" estate provided by Hathaway and met Douglas again.
"What is the attitude over there in 'Hell'?" Fernando didn't say hello and went straight to the point.
Perhaps because he was too tired, Douglas' hair had a few more white strands, and he said solemnly: "I stayed in the 'Burning City' for half a year, and then I was invited out of hell.
"Mardimos, is this an attitude of showing your unwillingness to intervene in the affairs of the Overworld?" Fernando frowned, "With his personality of plotting conspiracies and setting off storms for no reason, how could he let go of this big change and completely ignore the affairs of the Overworld? Or what is He hiding?"
"If Maldimus needs to cover up something, with his intelligence, he will definitely perfunctory me and casually promise something to send me away, but He did nothing, directly making people suspect that He is covering up something, this is definitely not His style of behavior, so this attitude may contain the message He really wants to tell us, for example, through this attitude, He tells me that He is plotting a big conspiracy that cannot be leaked or described in any way, and it is not far from success, let us be prepared, Answer Him when the time comes."
Douglas pondered for a moment and told Fernando the original version of his analysis.
Fernando thought for a while: "This may be the most in line with Mardimos' style."
"Therefore, we cannot relax, as short as one or two decades, as long as a hundred years or so, things may change greatly." Douglas admonished Fernando.
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More than 20 years later, in the year 398 of the Holy Calendar, in the largest swamp in the Duchy of Calais.
A man in a dark black magic robe was walking on the mud, his cloak not pulled up, revealing his skinny cheeks, terribly thin and terribly pale, and he couldn't tell his age.
His left hand lost all the color of life, pale and dim, lingering with a faint breath of death, and a seven-headed swamp earthworm was lightly pressed by it, and its flesh and blood rotted, oozing pus, and became an undead creature.
The man raised his head, which was only a little better than a skeleton, looked at the sky, and said to himself in a difficult and hoarse voice: "Shirley, I'm here to pick you up."
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
After saying that, he stepped forward, and the deep black silt in the swamp suddenly bubbled up like boiling water, gurgling.
Then, the silt was lifted and flew into the air, flying all over the sky, and a monster with a head or bones that would rot stood up!
(End of this chapter)