Listening to Andal's words, the expression on Hragore's face became more and more serious, and the room also fell into a short period of silence. In the silence, the former dragon priest suddenly outlined a complex light golden rune in the air with his fingers. As the rune gradually dissipated, the entire room was shrouded invisible force and isolated from the outside world.

"What do you think about that monster?" he asked in a low voice at Andal in the communication interface.

"Since the arrival of the Descendants, every civilization change on this planet has been under our gaze. We have recorded every god born during this period... including their real names, mythological characteristics, authority realms, and even the wreckage fragments left after the accidental fall. However, I just recalled all the information, but I couldn't find a god that matched Modir's description. Even if the "distortion" factors that may occur in a long-term seal or exile state cannot be matched..."

"Artificial pieces of flesh, irrational roars, flowing appearance, changing runes - this is not the form that a normal god should have, and even evil gods are not so blasphemous," Hragor said in a deep voice. "Normal gods are shaped by thoughts, and the thoughts of mortals are rooted in the 'average reason' of mortals. Reason does not allow such distorted and frenzied products to be created in the tide of thoughts, unless there is a problem with the birth process of this god at the beginning...

"The thing Modir described has a very obvious out-of-control madness characteristic, but He was able to fight against ancient gods like Ms. Ye, and it seemed that he had been fighting for countless years. This shows that His fighting instinct is very powerful, and it is even possible that His 'crazy' is His 'normal'. Under the seemingly out of control, perhaps He still has reason and even... wisdom."

Andal nodded slightly and said while thinking: "The gods will decline sharply after losing faith support, but if a god survives for more than 1.8 million years, then the situation is a different matter. Ms. Ye is a god as ancient as our former gods. No one knows how much power and wisdom He has accumulated over such a long period of time... And the "evil god" who can fight against Him until now is at least an equal existence..."

Hragor didn't speak, but just kept thinking and fell into silence. After a while, he suddenly broke his silence: "To be honest, have you thought of it too..."

"Things that were bred in the tower," Andal's expression changed significantly, and his tone was quite complicated and serious. "Although there is no clear evidence, if the scope is limited to something that is 'like but not god', I can only think of that thing."

"It is true," Hragor agreed, "the gods that grew out of the legacy of the setter do meet the conditions of 'abnormal birth process', and due to the rapid destruction of the Anti-Tide Empire, the gods they created are indeed very likely to be in that state of out-of-control madness. Some of the details Modir mentioned are in line with the characteristics of 'out-of-control knowledge', but there is a problem... Shouldn't that thing be in the tower?!"

The two dragon leaders at both ends of the communication device were silent at the same time. After a few seconds of silence, Andal spoke in an extremely serious tone: "Maybe we should take some risk... that tower cannot be kept silent."

...

The thick and dark city walls guard the strange stacked city, and tall towers stand between the rows of eaves and spires pointing to the sky. Below the tower forest, there are also houses that seem to be inconsistent with the laws of space. The crooked high walls and winding alleys spread on the surface like some kind of intricate nests. The buildings in this Thousand Towers City are so crowded and dense that almost all figures walking in the city are covered by these piles of buildings. Even if people wearing mage robes fly by among the houses, they are quickly and hurried like ghosts walking at night.

In the center of this Thousand Towers City, the towering royal tower "Dark Palace" stood as always under the vortex of the ever-dark sky. The "Eye of Night" floating on the top of the tower emitted a cold and dim glory, quietly overlooking the city below, as if it was a divine transcendence.

After going down from the inside of the tower, through the layers of floors, houses and corridors, there is the "Night Cave" at the bottom of the tower. The "Dreamless" who are in charge of guarding are gathering next to the mirror-like dark "pool", performing a crucial ceremony piously. The top of the long staff in their hands emits a different light from the past - it is a ball of pale flames, like a glimmer of light squeezed out from the shadows. They are burning quietly, but can only illuminate a small piece of space around them.

The guards prayed in unison under the light, and low and obscure syllables flowed out from their throats. They were ancient spells that were no longer of the language of this era. These sounds were superimposed on each other, as strange as muddled dreams. They echoed in the cave, everywhere and dissipated at any time.

This prayer lasted for unknown lengths, and the leader of the guards suddenly stopped. Then the people beside him stopped praying one by one in a certain order. As the sound echoed in the cave was a little calm, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the surface of the "pool" as dark as a mirror. In their gaze, the dark surface was first extremely quiet, and then suddenly ripples appeared.

The guards looked tense, and they were always wary of the changes that should not be seen in the mirror. However, when a low and gentle murmur came out of the mirror, the nerves of each guard were obviously relaxed.

Their leader listened with his ears, as if he had identified a clear will from the low and gentle voice. He nodded while listening, with respect and joy on his face. Until all the sounds disappeared and the ripples on the mirror returned to calm, he took a step back slightly, and the pale flame at the top of the staff in his hand also turned into a normal magic ball of light.

At the top of the dim court, in the circular room covered with dark red carpet, Prince of Secret Art, Nash Nalt, was sitting at the desk reading a letter from a distance. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, looked up at the edge of the desk - a crystal ball floating there brightened up in the next second, and inside the crystal ball was the pale face of the underground guardian leader.

"Prince," said the leader of the guard, with respect in his tone, "the ceremony has ended."

"Thank you for your hard work, Rudolf, are everything going well?" Prince Nash put down the letter in his hand and nodded slightly to the leader of the guards, "What kind of metaphor is coming from our Lord?"

The look of the leader of the guards became pious and solemn: "The Lord said, let us continue to act in the previous direction, and continue to select intelligent and qualified talents from the continent of Loren, teach them the mysteries of magic, and continue to assist the mortal races of Loren to build their knowledge system and protect this season's civilization process - now that time is approaching, we can begin to prepare for the selection of the next batch of apprentices."

"Well..." Prince Nash nodded slightly, as if all this was within his expectations, "There is no more metaphor besides this? Has the Lord ever mentioned whether He will return?"

"Not mentioned," the leader of the guardian shook his head, "It seems that the Lord will take longer to sleep."

"I understand," Prince Nash sighed and nodded, "Go down and rest, the time for changing the job is almost here."

The man in the black robe bowed slightly in the crystal ball, and his figure soon disappeared in front of Prince Nash. Until the crystal completely returned to dimness, the Prince of Secret Art behind the desk finally stood up. He slowly paced in the room with a thoughtful expression. After walking around like this, he suddenly stopped, and the ancient magic mirror hanging on the wall not far away next to him lit up almost at the same time.

The mirror reflected the scene in the room, but did not reflect the figure of Prince Nash. Instead, a beautiful lady with a quiet temperament walked out from the depths of the mirror, as if she was walking towards a window, and slowly walked to the mirror.

"Benadou," Prince Nash looked at the man in the mirror and frowned slightly, "Aren't you resting? I remember today is the day for the maintenance of the tower core..."

"Ahhh-I'm resting, but you're going around and around, I can't pretend that you haven't seen it," said the lady in the mirror helplessly, "Don't forget that your mind is closely linked to the dark palace - tell me, what happened again, which made our powerful secret princes worry like this? Could it be that the dragons in the north finally made up their minds to come to the island for trouble? Or were the guys in the deep sea who were making trouble, and more than 10,000 sirens lost their way to Violet and got ashore at Plandel?"

Before Benadido finished speaking, Prince Nash was already sweating coldly on his feet. He shrank his neck and waved his hand: "Stop, stop, stop, when did your imagination be so strong - you can think of that terrible scene."

"So what happened?" Benadido raised his eyebrows, "It's rare that you have this kind of worry."

Prince Nash hesitated for a moment, but after all he felt that there was no need to hide it in front of the person in the mirror, so he nodded slightly and said, "You should know that today is the day of prayer. Rudolph led the dreamless people to pray in the cave of night..."

"Ah, I know, I know," Benardo nodded immediately, "What? Our Lord finally decided to wake up and return to the world?"

"No," Prince Nash shook his head, "The Lord has not yet awakened. He just gave up the parable from his dream and ordered us to continue to carry out our previous will, select apprentices from Loren to teach, and teach the mystery of Violet magic in Loren..."

"Is there any problem with this?" Benadido tilted his head, and three question mark patterns flashing with glimmers appeared on the mirror. "Didn't we do this for hundreds of years? At that time, I didn't see you feeling restless about this."

"I have no idea about recruiting apprentices, but just about helping the mortal states of Loren to build a magic system... I suddenly had some doubts," Prince Nash carefully considered his words and sentences. Even in front of the "Men in the Mirror", he did not want to show any doubts and neglect of the "Lord". "You, like me, have been paying attention to the changes in the situation in Loren to build a magic system. In your opinion, do the countries of Loren to really need us to "help" to build a magic system?"

Benadido frowned, as if she couldn't figure out why Prince Nash suddenly had such an idea, but she still thought about it carefully and expressed her opinion: "If you don't take me to retrain after listening to it - I think this is unnecessary."

Prince Nash did not speak, but just used his eyes to signal the lady in the mirror to continue speaking.

"Before the explosion of the Deep Blue Well, the Gondor Empire and many surrounding countries were indeed deeply damaged. It is a fact that magic technology failed and the collapse of the old knowledge system was a fact. At that time, they really needed our help, but so many years have passed, the Loren countries have proved that they are not incompetent people - they either established a new magic system with our help, or developed new technologies through their own efforts. Tifong built modern magic on the basis of the Gondor legacy. The Ogure tribe state has unique witchcraft and fairy spells. Ansu... Now it is called Cecil, and they have created magic machinery based on the old magic... You should know these better than me.

"It is very obvious that these countries have come out of the shadow of that disaster, and are walking well now. Of course, traditional mages still yearn for the infinite mystery of Violet, the 'Mage Country'. They long for our knowledge and become apprentices to the Thousand Towers City, but from the perspective of the country and even civilization... I think the continent of Loren no longer needs our systematic help."

Speaking of this, the lady in the mirror paused and said in a summary: "In short, I think it's OK to recruit magic apprentices, but when it comes to 'helping' the countries of Loren continent to build magic systems... I think this is a bit out of the times."

Prince Nash looked at Benadido in the mirror and sighed helplessly: "...If the senior officials of the Secret Art Society knew about these words, they would probably really be demolished and refined."

Benadido immediately glared: "Hey, these are all what you asked me to say!"

Prince Nash waved his hand and said that he was just a joke. Then he slowly said with a strange look: "Actually... my opinion is similar. I know that I should not question the Lord's will, and His original intention is obviously to help this season's mortal civilization. But with the changes in the actual situation in the continent of Loren in the past hundred years, I have to begin to doubt whether what we have been doing is still necessary. To put it extremely offensive, Lord He... doesn't seem to know the changes in the present world..."

Listening to Prince Nash's words, Benadido's face changed slightly in the mirror. The next second she looked at Nash's eyes extremely seriously: "Be careful, Nash - the Lord is of course omniscient and omnipotent."

Prince Nash was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that he was speechless. After quickly restraining the overly distracted thoughts in his mind, he rectified his expression and nodded slightly: "I understand that the Lord is of course omniscient and omnipotent."

"Then under the premise that the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, all arrangements He has made must have His reason," Benardo said with a straight face and deliberately expressionlessly. "He believes that we should help the nations of Loren and teach the mystery of magic to races such as humans, elves and dwarves for no compensation, so we should do this."

Prince Nash looked at the person in the mirror helplessly: "...Your tone now is really like the old people in the Secret Dharma Assembly."

Benadido in the mirror put away his deliberate and serious expression when he heard this, and asked nervously: "In this way, they probably won't remove me and refine me, right?"
Chapter completed!