That fellow should be able to rest for a while.
When Claude returned to the attic, he couldn't help but smile when he recalled Arbeit's behavior during dinner.
He couldn't sit still and wondered how much Claude knew. During the meal, Arbeit glared at Claude countless times. He really wanted to ask for clarification, but he didn't dare to. Even when Claude looked back at him, he would subconsciously avoid his gaze.
Even his mother noticed Arbeit's abnormality and asked him what was wrong.
Arbeit said that he was fine, but he left the house immediately after he finished eating.
Claude wondered if he should rush to the shop and ask if Claude asked the owner about the clothes he and Miss Christina bought.
Claude didn't pay much attention to Arbeit. He was in a rush to decipher the pages and see what else was written in the magus' diary.
15th of August, 3341 Nomartin Calendar. Sunny.
Another three magus squads arrived at Golddew Town today. They were from Marino, Shalez, and Chilasons.
They were luckier than Jones and weren't ambushed by musketeers on the way.
Baotain had been fooling around with the barmaids day and night. He didn't look like a noble magus at all. Instead, he looked more like a wandering mercenary and drunkard.
Tawari didn't care about him either.
Wizard Jones was drunk in the tavern again.
Oh, I heard Clermondo crying in his room last night. When I asked him this morning, he gave me a cold stare.
Aria said I'm lucky to not know anything. Ignorance is bliss.
I feel like they're hiding something from me.
16th of August, 3341 Nomartin Calendar. Sunny.
I heard that the team sent to investigate the scene of the attack had returned. Tawari went to check it out in the morning and said that the seven magi corpses had been transported back. There were still twenty-two corpses at the scene and the assailants were confirmed to be members of the infamous brotherhood.
This is crazy. I don't understand why those musketeers would ambush our team of mages. Moreover, they seem to be well-organized and disciplined. Just like what Wizard Jones said, even if their companions were blown to pieces, they wouldn't turn around and run …
Perhaps I shouldn't have improved my muskets five years ago.
Today, another five teams of mages arrived in town, but they did not stay in the Fragrant Dew Tavern.
I didn't know where they came from. I wanted to take a look, but Tawari told me to stay in my room.
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Claude frowned as he looked at the deciphered sixth page. He finally saw a familiar name on it: The Brotherhood.
In the history of Freia, the Brotherhood was the backbone of the resistance against the evil magi. At the end of the Dark Age, it was the Brotherhood who led the people of the continent against the rule of the evil magi. After great sacrifices and bitter battles, they finally banished the magi to Higros Island and liberated the continent.
This diary seemed to record the war between the Brotherhood and the magicians at the end of the Dark Age. Could it be that this magic recipe had a history of nearly six hundred years?
This was too unbelievable. Looking at the appearance of this recipe book, everyone would believe that it was an antique that was a hundred years old. But it had a history of six hundred years. Hehe, didn't they know that the preservation period of animal skin paper was at most two or three hundred years?
Perhaps this was the effect of magic, which made the passage of time lose its effect on this recipe, and also prevented the problems of decay and mold caused by the humidity in the air, as well as the damage caused by insects. That was why this recipe looked so complete.
It was better to settle down and decipher the remaining three pages of the diary that he had already copied. Once he had deciphered the nine pages of the diary, he would continue to copy the remaining pages from the magic recipe book. There were only seventeen pages in total. He had already copied nine pages of the magic rune paper made from the Manticore's skin. He did not know if he could finish the rest by tonight …
The 17th day of the 8th month, year 3341 of the Nomartin magic calendar.
There was a huge explosion in the west of the town last night. There was also a large amount of magic ripples.
It's a pity that Tawari wouldn't let us out.
I heard from the people in the hall that it was a duel between two magicians last night. They seemed to be rivals in love who were fighting over a woman.
Four houses were destroyed in the west of the town. Seventeen people died and nearly a hundred were injured.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was stopped quickly, there would have been even more casualties.
Damn them. How could they duel in a densely populated residential area …
Tawari returned. He said that the two of them were punished by paying a gold coin to those who died and a silver coin to those who were injured.
He said that the two of them didn't dare to fight too far away from the town because they were afraid of being ambushed by the musketeers. That's why they decided to duel in a small clearing on the west side of the town.
But the punishment is too light. One life for one shaliun.
The two of them should go to hell. I noticed that the townspeople were looking at us with hatred in their eyes …
Another three teams of magicians arrived today. I'm too lazy to ask them where they came from.
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The 18th day of the 8th month, year 3341 of the Nomartin magic calendar.
We've been in Goldwater Dew Town for eight days now, but the messenger hasn't come yet. We don't know when they'll let us go to St. Pani.
More and more magicians are gathering in the town, but the atmosphere is getting worse and worse. I noticed that many of the magicians are starting to get agitated. Some of them even start fighting. They don't care if we're in the center of the town.
Fortunately, the temporary executive committee is quite powerful. They're all fifth-circle magicians, so they can quickly stop those hot-headed magicians. So, the town doesn't suffer too much damage.
In the afternoon, a shocking piece of news arrived. The two magicians who dueled in the west of the town are really dead. One of them was poisoned to death after eating mandrake juice, while the other was stabbed to death while having sex with a waitress in a tavern.
The murderers were caught. They were a male chef and a waitress. Apparently, they were the relatives of those who died during the duel. Their families were all dead, so they decided to use their lives to take revenge.
The two murderers were hung on the gallows in the center of the town. Their souls would be burned by magic for three days and three nights before they died completely. This was to serve as a warning to those who dared to harm Magicians.
The townspeople avoided us when they saw us from afar or closed their doors.
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Nomartin Calendar 3341, August 19th, sunny.
The temporary executive committee decided to banish the residents of the town center to camp in the open space on the outskirts of the town, expropriating their houses to be the mages' temporary residences.
Nowadays, more and more mages would cast a spell to check the quality of their food before eating …
I heard a rumor that the Magic Deacon will summon us to St. Barney not to repair the runes and mageweaths of the Tower of Babel, but to send us to the newly discovered Kanpeth Plane through the teleportation array of the Tower of Babel, which is in dire need of manpower and material reinforcements.
I went to ask Tawari if the rumor was true, but he didn't answer me.
Didn't they say that Kempeth Plane was a world of high-magic battles?
It was said that even a hare was as powerful as a fifth-circle mage. What could a rune mage like me, who only knew alchemy, do?
Not to mention that I'm a fourth-circle mage who doesn't know how to fight …
This news must be false.
But the master of our tower, Archmagus Loenk, went to Kempeth Plane a year ago. He's a seventh-circle archmagus, so he'll be fine there …
A huge army arrived in the afternoon. There were more than fifty thousand people and seven thousand carriages. Their camp was set up in the fields to the east of town. It was so densely packed that one couldn't see the end of it. It was truly a spectacular sight!
I heard that they were going to transport black crystals to St. Barney on the orders of the executive committee.
By the way, they also had an official firearm unit with a total of more than eight thousand people.
There's quite a lot of information on page 7.89 … Claude rubbed his chin in thought.
First, he confirmed the identity of the magus who wrote the diary. He was a low-rank four-circle magus whose forte was alchemy and rune carving. His weakness was that he didn't know how to fight.
There were also five and seven rings on the page. The number of rings was a sign of a magus' rank.
Second, magi could be easily killed by normal people, just like the two duelists who fought over a woman. They were poisoned and stabbed to death. Of course, that was when they were defenseless.
However, magic seemed to be very powerful. Even a duel between four or five-circle magi could result in so many casualties.
Third, the executive committee seemed to be gathering the low-rank magi to go to Kempeth Plane. Even though the diary said it was just a rumor, based on the performance of the diary's companions, it didn't seem to be a rumor. It was just that the author didn't think about it.
Fourth, his companions didn't seem very willing to go to Kempeth Plane.
It was just like the novels he'd read in his past life. Magic worlds were divided into high-magic combat worlds and low-magic and low-martial worlds. For a rabbit in Kempeth to be able to fight against a fifth-circle magus of Freia, it was clearly a high-magic and high-martial world.
That was why the low-rank magi weren't willing to go. They were only forced to gather at Golddew Town under the orders of the executive committee.
Fourth, a new name appeared in the diary: St. Barney. It seemed to be the destination of the gathered magi.
There was also a portal in the city called the Tower of Babel, which could send people to other planes, such as Kempeth Plane.
The owner of the diary, a fourth-circle magus, thought he was being summoned to repair the runes of the Tower of Babel.
This also meant that the portal was huge and needed manpower to maintain. That was why the owner of the diary didn't doubt the purpose of the executive committee summoning so many low-rank magi.
In addition, it could be seen from the diary that magi didn't have a good relationship with commoners. Magi were supposed to be high and mighty, while commoners were powerless to resist. For example, the lives of those who were killed by magic were only worth a gold coin in the eyes of the magi. Sullivan was probably a synonym for gold coins.
Another point was that even ordinary people had to obey the Magic Executive Board's summons. The ninth page of the diary recorded a large troop that transported magic stones for the Magicians. There were more than fifty thousand people, more than seven thousand carriages, and there was even an official troop of more than eight thousand musketeers.
Clearly, commoners also had to listen to the executive committee's summons. The last page of the diary recorded a large troop of fifty thousand people and seven thousand carriages transporting magic stones. There was even an official troop of eight thousand musketeers.
Clearly, there should be a secular organization among commoners. Otherwise, a troop of fifty thousand people and seven thousand carriages would collapse just from the food supply and maintaining order.