A contract demon stood under the blood-black sky, stepping on broken bricks, wood chips, iron sheets and gems. They were once brilliant, proudly as part of a glorious city that stretched for hundreds of miles. But they are now garbage, falling down at one touch, breaking at one touch, and rotting at one step. This is the same as this ruin, the previous one, the next one, and the constantly built and abandoned, damaged and abandoned cities.
Waste is a sin, and repeated mistakes are also a sin. Coupled with endless greed, they concentrate on the seventh floor of hell, forming a scene where powerful lords constantly drive prayers and lower devils to work, dig endless mines, and build endless cities. And they are never satisfied, even if they are brilliant, even if they reach the pinnacle, they always ask for more. So, the new project begins, the old is abandoned, and quickly decayed under the power of hell. On the seventh floor, countless city ruins are scattered or continuous, and those places that have not been occupied by the ruins will one day be covered with ruins.
"It's such a desolate place, but at the same time there are construction sites everywhere, all working..." Yan Rui looked into the distance, down a ridge, and in the valley more than ten miles away, thousands of devils were building a new city. From a distance, he could hear the whip of whips, the roars and the continuous wailings. The high-level devils manage the low-level, the low-level oppress the unattained. Those prayers only know how to work, and the rest is to seize the opportunity to show themselves and transform to a higher class.
"There is no need to interfere with the works of other devils, they are destined to be futile anyway." Yan Rui bent down and grabbed a handful of red and green gems from the ground. These shiny little things were used to decorate a treasure, but they could no longer be used after being abandoned. They would turn into ashes with a slight pinch of their fingers.
Everything around is like this. If it is wasted, it is wasteful. There is no saying "recycling". Looking around, no matter what kind of gold, silver, jewelry, steel, iron, wood and stone are essentially gray, whether it is volcanic ash or ashes, it settles into soil, accumulates into mud, forming the seventh layer of hell.
Prayers and low-level devils dig here, their greedy souls change the hell, and soil and mud will become materials used to build cities, and in the process of construction, arrogance and possessiveness will be satisfied, and the sins of destruction, abandonment and waste can be released.
"The soul changes the world, but there are two directions: good and bad." Yan Rui turned around and shouted into the throne hall: "I have touched the soil here, how can I exchange what I want?"
"You can think about it carefully and you will know! There is something in my memory!"
The voice of the fork demon came from the hall, and the refraction through the passage seemed a little blurry, but Yan Rui still heard it. Maybe he was a little excited after reconnecting with hell. The fork demon accidentally leaked important information: it knew what memories it provided to Yan Rui. So why there was no information about the hell contract, and why there was no information about the contract between Master Hall and the fork demon, these questions were answered. The two guys trapped in the throne, respectively - or conspired - concealed - concealed the key information, and their purpose was very obvious.
Yan Rui searched in his memory for a while, then squatted down again. He inserted his hands into the soil and focused his energy. As the soul crystal released the stored energy inside, his fingertips touched something.
As soon as he reached out, the things in the soil were taken out. They were two golden pocket watches that were exactly the same ticking. The pointer was two bent snakes that spit out their letters. They could never eat the red apples expressing numbers. They could only stare with their greedy red eyes. Yan Rui lifted a dilapidated beam next to him, put one of the watches in, and then walked back to the hall with the other one.
The devil's body turned into ashes and disappeared, leaving only black soul smoke, but the pocket watch was still in his hand. "You changed the watch with the favor of hell? Is this a waste, you know?"
"I am very short of a watch in the mortal world, and this is just the beginning. More demons will be killed one after another, and with the souls in these contracts, I believe we will soon be able to get rid of our current dilemma. There are more important things to do now..." Yan Rui sat back on the throne and concentrated his mind, so the territory changed under his will.
The devil's territory is indeed a good thing, especially on the seventh floor of hell. The theme here is construction and destruction, and the entire space environment serves this. The devil here can use soul power to change the surroundings more easily, so the devil's territory will be more similar to the kingdom of gods in some aspects. As long as you can afford the price, it is not impossible to create a great city in one thought. Of course, the soul that maintains the results here is very expensive, thousands of times as much as it was when it was created, and it is definitely a loss-making deal.
Here, there is only one thing that exists permanently: soil and mud. Yan Rui remained focused on the throne, so the mud crawled over and covered the passage. "Fork Road Demon, how should this territory develop?"
"Did you finally remember to ask me? Fortunately, you are not a fool." The Forbidden Road Demon smiled and squinted his eyes and said, "Go downwards to build an underground fortress, protecting it with mazes, traps and terrible guards. On the seventh floor, only things wrapped in soil can last forever, and everything on the ground will only die quickly. However, the underground fortress cannot attract the devil to join, and it cannot gradually become stronger, so the lords here will not choose this way."
"Did you think of these advantages when you choose a territory?"
"If you want to survive in hell, you must be careful and rely on wisdom and professional knowledge. Any negligence will be amplified into weakness and then fatal. You are smarter than I expected, but your accumulation is far from enough."
"I can handle it even without you." Yan Rui replied, then stood up and disappeared from the throne hall.
The Fork Road Demon didn't say anything, but the soul crystal was constantly flashing.
Back in the mortal world, Yan Rui became Feiqi, and had a golden pocket watch in his hand. Since he left hell, the snake's eyes no longer emitted red light, but only two pairs of red ordinary gems, and even seemed a bit inferior because of their black color. Feiqi looked at the time, listened to its ticking sound, and then wrapped it around his left wrist and hid it in his sleeve.
"Shani, how long have I been meditating?"
"It's been four hours. The spider silk outside started to fall off by itself two hours ago, and it's no longer an obstacle. Are we going out?"
"It's time." Feiqi recalled. According to his physical feelings, he only stayed in hell for an hour. Sometimes hell time is fast and sometimes slow, which makes it difficult to grasp. This time he left his pocket watch to figure out how big the difference is. Feiqi touched the pocket watch secretly, looked up at Shani, then nodded, left the magic circle, took her hand, and walked out of the cave together.
In the eyes of others, there was no change between Feige and Shani, and they were still the chief consultant and his maid. The two of them were very disguised, and even Benny did not find anything. Another Liz, who knew about this, buried everything in her heart and focused on "pursuing the goddess".
Through several trips to and from hell and relying on the time difference between two pocket watches, Feiqi slowly found the law. Hell has its own time rhythm and essentially has no correspondence with the mortal world. For the devils of hell, suffering is eternal, so there is no need to pay attention to time. Only those devils who have business in "other worlds" will truly care.
Time difference is relatively speaking. For states that exist across spaces - such as Feich, whose body is in the mortal world and the soul is in hell - different activities will cause different time differences. His soul body is just thinking or testing spells, so time is earned when returning to the body. The few hours of meditation in hell are equivalent to a few seconds in the mortal world. If he starts poaching, that is, using the power of the soul to change the environment of the hell, then the time in the mortal world will be seriously consumed. This gives Feich a new theoretical assumption: "The soul and time have a mutual influence."
If you want to study time magic in the future, then this is a starting point. However, the time spell is too far away, and no rune related to time has been discovered at present, so there is no way to start.
Regarding another phenomenon of time difference, if Feiqi takes his body to travel through the three barrel magic array, then as long as the magic array is still operating continuously, the time on both sides will be the same. Since we need to capture the demon and kill it in hell to gain favor, this time control is very important. After all, we should avoid the secret of being a devil being known to others, especially after the magic school starts.
On the fifth day after the completion of the Three Barrels of Magical Formation, Minas Ishir Shantang Magic School officially ushered in the day when it opened. This was a very ordinary day, and the school did not hold any ceremony, and there were no people outside participating except the school’s teachers and students. Feiqi brought too much personal goods in the school and couldn’t get over the conscience, so he didn’t go to find Diderit.
In the first class of the Magic School, there were 1 teacher and 16 students, and they barely gathered together a class. The only teacher was the principal, and only Feiqi. Among the students, there were ten female tribes in the hidden girls, and they had determined that they would stay as teachers after completing their studies. One of the elves came. Elway Hawkeye asked Lord Diderit for leave, and appeared in front of Feiqi with a small package, and bought a student ID with 500 elves gold coins. Although he was an older student, considering that this was the only one who gave money among all students and had important guidance value for subsequent tuition fees, Feiqi accepted him.
The remaining five people are from Collingwood Town, two boys and three girls, the youngest is seven years old, and the oldest is a thirteen-year-old girl. Mayor Kelson Collingwood has always been thinking about the school that Feich promised, and the youngest child is his grandson. He wanted to send more children over, but Feich stopped him. After all, it was the first class, and only Feich is a teacher and chief consultant job, so he couldn't take care of it if there were too many people. However, if these Collingwood children can complete their studies, they will definitely be able to work under Feich and gradually become the administrator of the territory or school.
Currently, there are four administrators in the school. Feich is the principal, Liz is the vice principal, Joe Duo is the honorary tutor, and Eddie is the director of academic affairs. In other words, the real work of daily work is that the statues of Liz and Eddie Joe Duo have just stood up, and he hasn't left on the day of school, so he met with Feich with the students.
"You should take the first class," Feiqi said to Joe Duo in a low voice: "As the co-founder of magic and the editor of the textbook, this is your honor and responsibility. Of course, the main thing is responsibility. You can't just leave without a class, right?"
"What do I say in class? Read the rumor I wrote? I am a minstrel, and it is your pastor's job to teach you, and I'm not good at it."
"Then tell me how I turned my magic into what I am now, and what kind of thoughts there are."
"Oh, that's fine. But today is the first day. Isn't there a ceremony or something? You know that even if the tavern is open, there will be some activities, such as asking a minstrel to sing... Forget it, I didn't say it." Joe Duo tried it on the edge of the misfortune, but fortunately he returned to the safe area. "Feich, should you say something?"
Not only Joe Duo, Liz and Eddie also had the same idea.
"Then let's go into the classroom and say it." Feiqi leaned on the cat-knitting stick, swayed around his waist, and took the lead in walking in front.
Compared to the campus with two basketball courts and more than 30 classrooms, these few teachers and students seem a little lonely. "In the future, it will become very crowded and lively, and there will even be naughty children firing magic to each other - this is actually not important. The only thing that is important is that this place should always be positive and never fall into internal hostility and confrontation."
"Oh, the seats are arranged according to height in the classroom, and the girl is hidden behind you. You are taller. Adjust the distance between the front and back of the table yourself, so that your legs are too uncomfortable. You can take off your shoes, as long as your feet are not smelly. Sorry, Liz, you didn't consider your height when you were building. You should sit, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to bend down. Otherwise, you should sit down, I...I'll stand."
"Today is the first day of school. They all said it was a very important day, but I think it's not, at least not yet." Feiqi thought for a while and said, "The school teaches some introductory things. Runes and other things have actually been around for hundreds or thousands of years, and there is nothing new. The only slightly new knowledge is magic, and magic has not had a good reputation before. According to my comrade Tron, Ice Peak Fortress, it was a hellish difficulty. Believe me, he has never seen hell, otherwise it would not have been described like this. With Joe Duo's efforts, we finally have a set of useful teaching materials. I believe it is feasible, but it also needs to be tested by time and practice."
"So now, the school is ordinary and has no achievements, so it is not very important. But I have a hope, that is, after everyone's efforts, through your success, your students' success, and your students' continuous success, Minas Ishir Shantang Magic School becomes successful. Only when it comes to the day of success can we look back and evaluate today: Oh, this is a very important day."
"I even have a delusion: when we are successful enough, when magic penetrates life and people's hearts, then look back at today. They may say: Today is important enough, maybe it should be called the first year of magic. In this case, let's record the year according to magic..."
Chapter completed!