Chapter 93: It’s All Up to Us!

Chapter 93: It’s All Up to Us!

Earl Crowley walked into the room. Being a military man, he was decisive and efficient. All the polite pleasantries had already been exchanged in the past few days. So after some apologies and salutations, he got straight to the point.

“Sir Bach.” Earl Crowley looked solemnly at the Mage among all Mages who least believed in magic in the world, and said, “We are counting on you all this time. I specifically invited Bishop John and his companions here to assist you. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Saying this, Earl Crowley nodded slightly at Louis and Helen, saying blandly, “Please do your best as well.”

It seemed Kate had already aligned her story with her father’s through the butler. He knew these two people who came dressed in theatrical costumes were indeed Priests. However, he showed no intention of explaining his wife’s situation again specifically to these two.

Presumably, he had no expectations of them.

‘This lord is also speechless…’

‘What kind of people did Mr. Kendrik Barriff introduce…’

After speaking, Earl Crowley had said what needed to be said and acknowledged the people who needed acknowledging.

But what was jaw-dropping was that the three Mages who knew no magic were the ones Earl Crowley valued the most.

Helen and Stuart both looked at Earl Crowley with confused faces—what can those three Muggles you invited even do?

Yet, what made them both find it hard to believe was that the Bishop actually nodded slightly with a smile and said, “Rest assured, Earl Crowley, we will assist them properly—Sir Bach, Ron, and Archmage Fermi. We verified the thing you drew last night. You were indeed right. We were all wrong, and we have all grown old. We no longer understand such things. This time, we still have to rely on you as the main force.”

After speaking, Bishop John pulled out an ancient, incomplete scroll from his sleeve. He solemnly handed it to the three men in stockings.

Seeing the partial pattern revealed on that scroll, Louis’s eyes flickered slightly—The Dawn Demon-Sealing Array?!

‘That Magic Spell the Witch Queen left for Stuart was a modified version of this thing?’

‘As expected, the true legacies are all in the Lunar Court! Or perhaps only they still preserve some things!’

After receiving the scroll, the three Mages showed not a hint of modesty. They all arrogantly raised their chins. One of them even started flipping through various books with a rustling sound, seemingly having already entered a working state.

Helen glanced curiously and saw that the pages were filled with nonsense Incantation Texts he had scribbled himself. Yet the other two Mages seemed to regard him as the leader, full of expectation for this book-flipping man in stockings.

“According to theoretical calculations, these Magic Spells can definitely compensate for this incomplete ‘Magic Circle’.”

“Go for it, Sir Ron!” The two men in stockings said with solemn faces to the red-stockinged Mage flipping the book. “The future of Magic rests on our generation!”

“Don’t worry, Ron! We will buy you time even if it costs our lives!”

“Open the door! Earl Crowley!” The three men in stockings clenched their fists towards each other and looked at the large door that everyone had deliberately avoided mentioning before.

With the resolve of facing death, their eyes were filled with determination.

Earl Crowley, his hands trembling, closed his eyes with a pained expression and took out the key. He handed it to his daughter, the only one who could approach that door. Then, Miss Kate pursed her lips and opened the large door.

The door slowly opened. Everyone looked inside and saw the dim hall filled with various items like clothes, bedsheets, curtains, etc., twisted into rope shapes.

These clothes were knotted like ropes into huge Spiderwebs, hanging in the hall, covering the entire space!

Even more bizarre, within the hall, there were many things wrapped in bedsheets like cocoons—they kept swaying their bodies and seemed to have once been living people. But now, they had turned into half-human, half-puppet creatures, wailing miserably.

[Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh…]

Bits of eerie laughter suddenly echoed in everyone’s minds.

The ropes in mid-air suddenly moved. A woman with a strangely-shaped, reverse-jointed, frail figure suddenly flashed within the ‘clothing Spiderwebs’. She entangled a half-human puppet that was about to escape from its cocoon. Then the woman’s figure vanished—like a fast-forwarded movie clip, so fast it was almost invisible!

And even stranger, that person who was just alive turned into wood bit by bit once entangled by the bedsheet.

It seemed that once covered by those Spiderweb-like bedsheets and clothes, a person just ‘vanished’.

Seeing the scene inside, Earl Crowley covered his eyes in grief. Kate also covered her face and cried.

The others felt their scalps prickle in fear. Even those experienced Divine Officials felt a loud boom in their heads and nearly wet their pants!

What is this thing? This isn’t what the King described! Can the three of us old men plus one Temple Knight handle this?!

We need an entire Templar Knight order for this!

This actually aligned with Stuart’s thoughts. He was sweating profusely—that thing had escaped from certain deities, or from the Dreams of many Wizards!

This is called a Source of Calamity!

It’s called the Seed of a Fallen Angel!

In ancient times, once this thing woke up, it was quasi-deity level!

It’s the same kind of thing as the Faceless One from the ‘Faceless One Legend’ fabricated by the Wizards of Blackhorn Alley!

Of course, the Boss’s real power is even greater than the rumors say… and it’s still growing stronger!

If the Boss weren’t here today, this old master would turn and leave right away!

This old master simply couldn’t handle this thing! No one in the entire Magic Prison could—perhaps only the divine artifact Reaper’s Lantern could counter it a bit!

If this thing hadn’t still been asleep, still influenced by the Countess’s last remnants of consciousness, it might have already slipped out of this room. By then, all the Earl’s territories would be filled with these clothing ropes!

The Ministry of Magic’s Department of Mysteries is utterly useless!

How many years has this thing been sleeping here? And no one discovered it, no one dealt with it?!

Could it be the Witch Queen interfered? She doesn’t get along with the Crowley Family!

Stuart and the Divine Officials were stunned on one side, while Helen on the other side licked her lollipop, not understanding what was happening—mainly because Louis didn’t seem scared at all.

“Don’t be nervous, It won’t come out of that hall yet,” one Mage suddenly said.

It seemed the three Mages weren’t scared either.

Or rather, they knew they couldn’t afford to be scared.

At this moment, these three Mages who knew no magic all wore serious expressions.

They tightly gripped the books filled with useless writings, the scroll blueprint of the Holy Court’s ‘Dawn Demon-Sealing Array’, and various tools that could be used to inscribe the ‘Dawn Demon-Sealing Array’.

They knew that the lives of everyone present here today were now entrusted to their three powerless ‘great scholars’!

They also knew that someone had to shoulder the future of Magic in this world!

Yes, they all knew their Magic Spells might not work.

But if they didn’t try, how could they know if the theories everyone calculated were correct?

How could they know if there was still a need for everyone to continue forward in the direction of this theory?!

How could they know if Magic truly existed in this world?!

[“—On this path of exploring truth, there must be a price! Let everything begin with our generation!” —Declaration by a certain Magic Revolutionist.]

[Interestingly, the Noble Wizards knew Magic but burned and sealed it away.]

[The Archmages of the ‘Lunar Court’ knew Magic but had no real knowledge and didn’t know how to use it well.]

[Yet, in this declining age where Magic was about to vanish, a group of people who did not understand Magic ultimately shouldered this heavy responsibility that no one else could bear.]

[Relying on their own self-created Magic Spells and their burning passion, they began to advance persistently on the unknown path covered with dark Thorns.]

[They hoped, begged, and prayed that those Magic Spells, which even they knew were useless, might actually have some effect. So they could prove their theories were correct!]

[Magic in this world must not have vanished yet!]

[We will surely leave true treasures for future generations!]

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