Chapter 441 So Annan, What Is the Price?

Of course Salvatore knew.

The original tower owner of the Zedi Black Tower was Prometheus the "Fire Stealer".

In the endless desert, the most dangerous thing is not the scorching sun.

But when night falls, the boundless darkness.

That living desert will devour the people inside when night falls. In other words... as long as the [Light] is lost in the desert, it will be directly engulfed by the sand underfoot.

So to get through the endless desert over there, there must be enough lights and... fuel.

The hardest part is the fuel.

Because of ordinary flames, the range that can be illuminated in that desert is not far. The darkness there is like something with texture and weight.

In order to solve this dull dilemma, an elf named Prometheus chose to advance to become a "fire stealer".

He stole the "third ray" of the sun.

——That is, "the bright fire that burns forever".

Using his own flesh and blood as fuel and wisdom as fuel, he extracted the "Endless Fire"... that is, the "Holy Fire" in people's mouths. A bright white flame that burns forever as long as people are still thinking.

People rushed out of the living desert with torches burning with flaming holy flames.

At that time, Prometheus was as dry as a corpse. He looked like a lanky ghost with an extremely thin waist, and his legs and arms were so thin that they could be held by an eight-year-old girl with one hand.

At that time, the mysterious lady wanted to build twenty-four wizard towers all over Atherland to support the Great Barrier.

Except for the first responsibility of "just exist".

Each wizard tower has a different meaning and a different mission.

The meaning of Zedi Black Tower is to produce "Holy Fire".

Sacred fire is one of the top curse materials... It is the necessary flame for Suifu when he builds the treasure; it can gradually transform the mortals within the range of the fire and make them clear; at the same time, it can also be used as a Fire, protecting the supernatural being holding a torch and rushing out of the enchantment.

Within the range of the Holy Fire, the gray fog cannot enter.

During the heyday of the Arthurlan Empire, there were torches all over the empire. Each torch is a giant statue of a hero.

The elf sages sit in front of the statues of the sages, meditate, or debate fiercely. Dedicate your wisdom and keep the flame burning - but by then the Great Barrier has been built, and people no longer need the flame to resist the gray fog.

The more significance is to make people not forget the sacrifice of the sages of the past, and make a commemoration.

But during the bloody battle, all the torches were extinguished.

War has exhausted people's minds, and the more important mission of wise people is to assist the lord to conquer the world, not to study knowledge.

Now, the only way to get the holy fire is from the fire thief.

And Hugo is currently the only fire stealer.

Of course... there will be Salvatore in the future.

"Why does Bernardino need the torch?"

Salvatore blurted out subconsciously.

Why does a Soul Reaper wizard who has advanced from a "Necromancer" need to use the Holy Fire to complete the "work of creation"?

But he quickly reacted: "No, it doesn't matter... Where is the teacher! Did the teacher also kill him?"

Salvatore's emotions were a little out of control: "Why can he defeat the teacher? The teacher is the most powerful transformation wizard in the world!"

His fingers were shaking.

Annan suddenly stretched out his hand, silently and firmly grasped Salvatore's left hand. Feeling the temperature of Annan's palm, the pain of his fingers being pinched by Annan——Salvatore also calmed down a little because of the pain.

To tell the truth, there is no sorrow or pain in Salvatore's heart.

There is only daze, panic and disbelief.

Hearing this suddenly, he really didn't have any real feeling.

"I don't know what he's going to do either."

Sir Silver replied calmly: "As for Hugo Black Tower...he is still alive. And he has the upper hand.

Even the entire swamp has been dried up by the aftermath of the battle, and there is no living creature within the surrounding swamp for miles.

"Before Hugo's soul burns out, he may be able to suppress Bernardino all the time. Because the Zedi Black Tower will provide him with infinite order mana... But the Wizard Tower cannot provide him with the power of the elements.

"Bernardino completely abandoned his own body and made his own flesh and blood into an unfinished version of the Sage's Stone. When he attacked Denton before, he got the extremely pure Sage's Stone... He He also built an automatic transformation circle, which automatically transformed the people killed by himself into the stone of the sage, and completed the great feat of [the four-wheel rotation].

"If Hugo made a decisive decision and burned all the wizards in the tower to death, he might still defeat Bernardino in thirty-seven hours. But he didn't do anything until the end... So those wizards couldn't help, Instead, it can only help Bernardino.

"This time he also brought 'Jade Record' Isaac and 'Dream Stealer' Denton, as well as the souls of the twelve Frostwhisperers-this is his entire reserve, all of which are used to defend Hugo The 'countermeasure'. Bernardino's preparation is also a protracted battle... And with the addition of the wizards of the Black Tower of Zedi, Hugo has been unable to defeat Bernardino."

Therefore, it is a matter of time before Hugo loses.

Sir Silver said the cruel truth calmly: "In about fifty-two hours, Hugo's soul will be completely burned out.

"However, with the 'spiritual inheritance magic' of the spiritual monk, he can still retain consciousness. With Bernardino's spiritual craftsmanship and filling it with other souls as nourishment, he can be resurrected at the soul level. If you someday If he can defeat him, he might be able to get Hugo back.

"—Oh yes, Bernardino still retains Clarence's soul."

Sir Silver said slowly.

He seemed to be implying something.

Salvatore gritted his teeth.

"I……"

I'm going - he wanted to say that.

But Salvatore's rationality told him that if even Hugo couldn't defeat an enemy in the wizard's tower, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat him at all.

He himself is an "alchemist", the weakest supernatural being.

And the other party is someone who can kill even his own teacher...

Even if he went, there was nothing he could do, and he couldn't do anything at all—

"—Go, Thrall."

But at this moment, Shadow's unusually serious voice sounded hoarsely in his heart: "You want to go.

"So what if you die? You are the son of the black tower! If the black tower is gone, your surname... Doesn't it feel absurd and shameful?"

"but I……"

Salvatore clenched his teeth, his fingers no longer trembling, just a little chest tightness.

at this time.

Annan turned to look at Sir Silver.

"If I want to ask you to do it..."

He stared at Sir Silver and asked slowly.

Sir Silver picked up on Annan's time here and told Salvatore about it.

I just wanted to tell him about it.

If Salvatore knew about it himself, he would definitely leave secretly in order not to involve Annan.

However, since Annan knew about this... he would not allow Salvatore to die by himself.

But seeing Annan asking such a question, Sir Silver showed such a smile on his face.

It's like he's been waiting for this question for a long time.

With a clear voice, he asked word by word, "So, Annan——

"What's the price?"

"The price..."

"Yes, we'll keep your life safe, we'll even make mirrors for you to speed up your birth.

"But I won't kill your mirror for you, it's your own mission. We can pay you tuition, teach you knowledge, and help you revise...but we won't help you take exams. No, no, also can not."

Sir Silver said calmly: "He is your mirror, Annan.

"Your first mirror is Don Juan Geraint. A boy who is equally talented, wise, and gentle, and who is about to become the heir of the family, but was murdered by a rotman in its infancy. The three sons', also as swordsmen and disabled wizards, even have similar bloodline... There is no doubt that you are similar to him.

"—But your talent is far superior to his, and your heart is stronger than his. The purest is powerful and bright, dividing different destinies. This is the first light of light."

"Your second mirror was originally Denton. But he was afraid of the confrontation with you as a supporting role, so he escaped his fate and put the unhatched piece of truth that belonged to him into it. In the soul of Viscount Roseburg.

"—You are the same people who have suffered from thousands of failures, but you have never given up hope. The hope that will never be extinguished and will always be new, this is the second light."

"Your third mirror is Henry VIII. Like him, you have never felt love since birth...but you have a family you cherish, a kingdom you value, and he hates his bloodline and mission. You are more similar to him.

"—You are both people who didn't understand love from the very beginning of fate, but your love for the world and others in your heart will never go out. The fire that never goes out, this is the third light... and it's also you. About to get, the third fragment of truth."

"...But you said, the price."

Annan said slowly: "That is to say, there is still room... right."

"Yes, after all, I am the god of trade. As long as there is a price, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated."

The corner of Sir Silver's mouth raised slightly, he patted Annan on the shoulder, stood up and turned his back to Annan, and said plainly: "Go to the funeral first, this is what you promised me. We will talk about the rest later.

"We still have a lot of time."

—At least, there are fifty-two hours left.

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