"Is Andromas here today?"
Marin asked, before walking up the revolving hallway on the left.
"It should be, but you know, he always likes to come and go through the teleportation circle, and the only thing I can guarantee is that he didn't pass me by."
Bright Fire replied without looking up, as she was busy adjusting the energy flow of the portals to make them more balanced.
The corridor, which swirled upwards against the outer wall of the Mage Tower, stopped at the highest point of the tower.
In front of them was a huge hall.
The walls and ceiling of the hall are covered with lattice-like windows and are spotlessly clean.
In the time they had climbed up, the sun had risen to the highest point of the day, and the sun shone through these windows, illuminating the entire wizarding temple.
But the windows were clearly magically attached, and the sunlight filtered through the windows was bright and not dazzling, as soft as clear water.
Several curved tables are scattered along the walls of the hall, on which are lined with various instruments.
Scattered pieces of parchment were casually thrown on the table, with various twisted or beautiful magical characters written on them.
Some tables have spell models that simulate the generation, flow, and annihilation of energy when casting.
There are also several parts and devices placed next to these delicate instruments, which may have been kept for replacement.
In the corners of the walls are several large oaks9, and the wooden bookshelves are filled with books of various thicknesses, some of which tell the principles of spells, but also some of which record the history of spells.
Almost all of Azeroth's magical disciplines can be found here.
In the most prominent part of the hall is a large circular portal.
Unlike improvised portals, this one is permanent.
Crafted from obsidian, it depicts shiny purple magic runes.
The middle of the portal.
The light and shade of the green energy wave curtain flowed slowly, undulating.
It was as if there was a huge beast breathing slowly.
From time to time, lightning-like lines flashed on the wave curtain, mysterious and unpredictable.
And the High Mage Andromas stood in front of the portal—Diego thought it would never be someone else.
He was an old man, with shoulder-length hair casually draped.
From behind, the hair on his sideburns and on the back of his neck had turned gray.
Diego knew that this was not due to his age, but to the load on his body caused by the surging power of magic in his body, a phenomenon that was not uncommon among mages.
Andomus wore a purple mage robe, which fit perfectly.
The robe is sewn with rune cloth, and the dark lines of the runes can be faintly seen.
It is topped with two black friezes embellished with moire.
Ankle-length underneath the robe.
Two pairs of purple loafers are revealed.
He turned his back to Marin and Diego, completely oblivious to their arrival.
He stood in front of the portal with an arcane lattice for teleportation in one hand and a thickskin notebook in the other, seemingly in deep thought.
Diego cleared his throat and walked forward, but Marin held up a hand to stop him.
Diego finally remembered how dangerous the magic experiments of mages were, especially when it came to energy and space, and the devil knew what would happen to those things.
If you can, you'd better keep the distance you can.
Archmage Marin silently walked over to the caretaker of the mage's temple, waiting for Andromas' attention.
One minute passed, two minutes passed.
Diego didn't even dare to make a sound. lest it interrupt the powerful mage's train of thought.
Finally, the robed figure put down his notebook and jotted down a few magical runes in his notebook.
Then he slammed the book shut.
Moved his gaze to Marlin.
Seeing Andomas' face for the first time, Diego felt that Andomas might be far older than he estimated to be in his sixties.
This face is full of wrinkles and exhaustion.
He has thick eyebrows and beard.
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And it is also as gray as his hair, and his face is covered with the vicissitudes of time due to excessive thinking and the powerful power contained in his body.
Marlin flicked his fingers.
The letter flew forward, finally stopping in front of the High Mage.
Andomus took it with his hand, and then noticed the young man standing far away.
The mage's eyes were hidden under the thick black eyebrows, and he glanced deeply at Diego.
For a moment, Diego seemed to see fiery arcane flames flutter and flicker in these pale yellow eyes.
He felt like he was being seen through, like people seeing through a clear stream.
A moment later, Andomas's gaze shifted from Diego to the letter.
Diego felt a sense of relief, as if a foraging dragon had just flown away from his head.
The caretaker tore open the envelope and removed the parchment inside.
He read quietly, frowning occasionally.
This expression worried Diego, and he wondered if his request was too difficult for the mages.
The letter wasn't long enough to take Andromus much time, and after a minute, he looked up from the parchment.
"Well, a young hunter, a strange lucky one who has been approved by the Light," said Andomus nonchalantly, his voice low and slightly teasing, "Tell me, what do you want from us?"
” "As the letter says, I need to ask you to help me enchant a weapon."
Diego said succinctly, he thought for a moment and added, "A musket." ” "Can you show me?"
Andomus asked indifferently, but he didn't show any interest in the weapon, his expression was like saying, "Ahem, another boring piece is going to waste my time." ” "I haven't made it yet, to be precise, it's just still in my head, and I haven't even drawn the original blueprint.
But I promise, it's definitely going to be a powerful weapon.
"Diego told the truth, he was determined to make an epic weapon, after all, for him, who possessed the most precious treasure of the Black Iron Dwarves, he would never be able to handle it if he was not powerful enough.
"Powerful?"
Andomus said mockingly, almost laughing, "I never thought that anyone could have devised a more powerful weapon than Etiyès. ” Diego choked half to death at once.
Etiyès, what is that?
Which is the most powerful mage, Egwene and Neras?
The staff used by Medivan, the son of Elam, the astral mage, and the guardian, exists only in legends and has never been seen.
It seems that this old man is also a supporter of the supremacy of mages, and has never believed that anyone can be stronger than mages.
"You're right," Diego agreed, but he shifted gears and began to argue about his work, "But this weapon of mine isn't ordinary, it requires a lot of enchantment and ......."
But his words were rudely interrupted by Andomus.
"Extremely strong enchantment?"
The caretaker of the Mage's Tower looked at him dissatisfied, as if looking at a downright hillbilly, "Marlin, tell him, how many weapons have you enchanted?"
” "I can't remember this exactly."
The archmage said with some embarrassment.
"I don't mean to be offended, Sir, but this weapon of mine is not a simple ......," Diego argued, but Andromas didn't give him a chance to continue.
"Okay, Marin, I'll leave this kid to you, take care of him."
He waved his hand as if to chase away annoying flies.
With that, he got up from his chair and walked towards the portal.
After a few seconds, he squeezed straight into the green curtain of energy and vanished.
The curtain rippled like a wave of water, and Diego couldn't help but go around behind the obsidian ring and take a look, but it was empty, nothing.
He turned his head and looked at Archmage Marin in disbelief.
"Well, it looks like you're going to be my job for a long time to come."
The archmage looked at him and said with a smile.
(To be continued.) )