Throne of Magical Arcana

It can't be such a coincidence, can it? Downey felt the inexplicable weirdness and fear like a big hand tightly holding his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"Are you, too, having a nightmare?" He asked anxiously, even though he tried his best to make his voice smooth and normal, after he uttered it, it was still drifting away like smoke in the night.

"Yes." Carl adjusted his breathing first, and answered Downey's question. Then his clear and beautiful silver-purple eyes looked around Sami and the others, and said quite dignifiedly, "I dreamed that Sami was killed My own ghost possessed me, lost consciousness, and walked to the center of the 'Eternal Sleep Cemetery', and Donny, Jones, and I followed him in order to find the reason..."

"Me too!" Carl hadn't finished speaking when Downey and Jones blurted out at the same time, their expressions and eyes extremely horrified. How many people in the dormitory had the same nightmare?

Isn't that weird?

Is it true that there are ghosts wandering in the dormitory, secretly affecting everyone? Or is the collective cursed?

Downey swallowed his saliva with difficulty, cold sweat gathered on his forehead, and slid across his face drop by drop, feeling fear and fear that he had never felt before.

"You are all the same? I followed Sami into the tomb, saw the 'prime body', and found something sealed under it?" Carl's voice was a little raised, as if equally surprised and scared, but faintly excited.

Jones said in a blank tone: "Well, when we passed through the tunnel of the tomb, the mummies, dracolich, ghosts and other undead creatures still turned a blind eye to us, so it was because they were dreaming... I said, it is impossible for everyone to have the 'concealment' like me. 'Talent, but, but, why am I noticed, affected, and have the same dream as you..."

Frightened and appalled, he kept muttering to himself, as if he didn't quite believe that he, who had no sense of existence, would be involved in this weird incident. Only at this moment did he truly show the youthful personality of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. mind.

The more he listened, the more Downey became sure. Everyone had the same nightmare, and it was a nightmare from different perspectives. Or it could be said that he and others were manipulated to complete an opera.

How could such a weird thing happen!

"What about you, Sammy? What did you dream about?" Carl jumped out of bed and looked at Sammy with piercing eyes. He was wearing a thin shirt and his back was straight.

Sammy sat on the bed, the ghost behind him seemed to have lost his vitality and swayed lazily. He didn't speak, and seemed to be still immersed in a nightmare.

Hearing Carl's question, Sami shuddered all over, and the remaining confusion on his face turned into fear: "I, I dreamed that I was summoned by something, walking forward uncontrollably, all the way Above, it was dark and silent, like the final destination in the legend. Later, later, the huge corpse composed of countless intelligent creatures appeared, which made me wake up suddenly. I felt as if I had entered a dreamlike world, struggling to wake up Come, but I can't wake up, until, until I really feel death..."

His voice sounded like a dream, not clear enough, but it was enough for Carl, Downey and others to understand that Sammy had the same nightmare! It's just that he felt it from his own perspective, with his eyes closed and possessed by a ghost.

"Carl, this matter is too weird. I don't think we can solve it by ourselves. Should we report it to the academy at dawn?"

Fatty Jones and Sammy immediately nodded in agreement. Although they each had talent, they were unavoidably proud of themselves, but after all, they were still underage children who did not even have the strength of a full-fledged magician. They will definitely panic and look for someone they can rely on, and there is no doubt that the academy with many high-level magicians and even archmages is their inner pillar.

The reason why he asked Carl was that Downey realized from his dream that he had a cat-like strong curiosity and desire to explore, and he might encourage him to investigate secretly, so he first used the method of questioning to dispel his eagerness to try, and, he With a deep background, you may be able to see something and give valuable suggestions.

Carl walked back and forth in the dormitory for a few steps, and suddenly said in a low voice, "What if it's a secret experiment of the academy?"

"What? The college's experiment?" Three surprised voices sounded one after another, and the shock and disbelief were beyond words.

"I'm just saying in case, after all, this possibility cannot be ruled out. Maybe some instructor in the academy is studying the relationship between the soul and dreams? This seems to be different from ordinary dreams based on brain structure. If this is secret, not The experiment that other arcanists want to know, if we rashly report it to the academy, maybe it will be..." Carl made a throat-slitting motion.

Downey was startled, and said with a trembling voice, "It's just possible..."

His voice gradually lowered, because he found that this is indeed very possible! This is within the Heidler Mystery and the "Tower of Life". Anyone who wants to secretly influence himself and others will find it difficult to escape the induction, unless, unless the induction will not be dealt with...

The whole bedroom suddenly became extremely quiet, only the sound of thin breathing indicated that there were still living things.

"But we're just magic apprentices..." Sami said with a frown, his hands clutching the velvet quilt tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Jones sat at the foot of the bed like a ghost, as if he was trying his best to conceal his sense of existence: "Don't scare yourself, if it's a secret experiment of the college, we can't escape it, so why don't you take a gamble? I don't want to be like this every day. Having nightmares, waiting for the ending every day, pinning the hope on the fact that the people behind the scenes are not malicious! I don't want it!"

He has been a secret reporter for nearly two years, and he can still think rationally, but when it comes to the latter, he also shows a kind of hysteria.

"Everyone is having the same nightmare... This level of strength is simply not something we can secretly investigate..." Downey managed to remain calm.

Carl smiled unexpectedly, and in the dark dormitory lit up like stars, water lilies bloomed: "I know, what I mean is, don't rush to report to the academy, I have a secret channel to communicate with the outside world, I will Pass this matter on, please ask professionals to analyze the reasons and give suggestions. After all, there are several ways to make several people have a nightmare at the same time. We are not able to judge which one is right now. After that, we will make a decision and wait. Rescue, or report to the academy."

"It just needs to wait an extra day, and there shouldn't be too much danger."

Secret channel? professional? Downey suddenly remembered Carl's profound background, and suddenly, as if seeing the dawn in the dark night, he said a little excitedly: "Is it really possible? Then I'll leave it to you!"

As Carl, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with such a sneaky behind-the-scenes conspirator!

If he really has the power to be extremely terrifying, why should he cower and hide in the shadows? Stand up and overthrow the parliament a long time ago and do what you want to do!

Jones and Sami were equally excited, and looked at Carl together. They didn't heave a sigh of relief until Carl nodded slightly. One of them shrank further into the corner, and the other eyelid began to look around.

"I thought you would encourage us to investigate and explore by ourselves..." Downey said casually after relaxing.

Carl chuckled: "Do I seem to be such a reckless person who doesn't know the priorities?"

picture! Downey, Sammy, and Jones all thought to themselves.

"I have a keen hunch inherited from my parents. When I feel that something cannot be solved by myself, I will ask someone for help." Carl said with a slight smile, "I will pass the matter on when the sun rises, and then go to listen to the bill." Mr. Lippe's open class."

He seemed to have forgotten all his previous fears and dreads, and became "carefree" again.

"Yeah, Mr. Felipe's public class, I have to hurry up to catch up on sleep." Sammy nodded, looking very eager for sleep, and he didn't feel like he had just had a nightmare at all.

Although Felipe's specialty is not the direction of ghosts, he is the most well-known necromancer in the past 20 or 30 years. Therefore, Sami also admires him and wants to attend his public classes.

While talking, Sammy lay down again, and within a minute, the three of them heard his familiar breathing sound again when he was asleep.

Carl raised his eyebrows: "I suddenly envied him. He said that he could fall asleep when he fell asleep, and he didn't worry about insomnia at all."

"The focus of your attention is completely wrong..." Jones whispered, how dull and confused his brain is to dare to sleep at this time, "My roommates are indeed monsters..."

Donnie glanced at him, and you too, only I am normal!

However, according to Carl, the huge undead creature I saw was the "prime body"?

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Outside the Heidler Academy of Magic, tombstones were inserted obliquely, and the tombs behind them were scattered around a huge tomb in a messy but mysterious way.

Two figures descended from the gray and bleak sky of the Necromancer Realm, and a young man with baby-faced blond hair smiled and said to the man beside him: "Mr. Felipe, this time I plan to establish a branch of the genetic laboratory in the academy." ?”

He seems to have borrowed the power of mythos, so he can make a voice in "the graveyard of eternal sleep".

Felipe still had a high nose and thin lips, handsome and thin, with a sickly face. He put his hands in the pockets of his long black windbreaker, looked around, and said briefly: "Many factors that affect research can be avoided here."

He only wears two badges on his chest, one is the badge of the member of the Arcane Review Committee "holding a quill", and the other is a badge that looks like a pale palm. There are no arcane badges and no magic badges.

Seeing that Felipe had no desire to communicate in depth, the baby-faced man smiled, not daring to ask any more questions, and accompanied him through the "cemetery of eternal sleep" to the main entrance of the college.

Suddenly, Felipe stopped, and suddenly looked at the dark tomb in the center, narrowing his eyes slightly.

His expression didn't seem to change, but overall it was a little more gloomy.

"Mr. Felipe?" The baby-faced man asked suspiciously.

Felipe took his white gloved right hand out of his pocket and pointed to the center: "The breath of death there seems to be a little stronger."

"This?" The baby-faced man didn't think there was a problem at all.

Felipe snorted coldly, without explaining, and directly ordered: "After the public class, give me the information recorded by Misuo in the last three days."