Chapter 331: Ancient Blood or Child of Miracles
The next day.

"Is there something Sonny didn't say?"

Standing in front of the lonely pure white tower in the northwest corner of the academy, Miguel scratched his sparsely haired forehead in confusion.

It was not surprising that every wizard employed in Ban Ard had his own tower.

However, there are differences between towers.

As in Ad Kalai, the roofs of all buildings could not be higher than the royal palace.

In Ben Ader College, except for the dean, all wizards are equal in status.

But in fact, there is always an unspoken but widely circulated and recognized unspoken rule when building wizard towers - the number of floors of the tower is closely related to the owner's achievements and status in the wizarding world.

The sixth floor of Heng Gedimides's starry tower.

The fifth floor of Sonny's Elemental Tower.

Miguel's own ceremonial tower is three stories high.

"Fifth floor..." Miguel scratched his chin, "Either this mysterious newcomer is so arrogant that he looks down on everyone, or the dean really regards Viggo Fortz as the successor to the top five of the Wizarding Society..."

"Vigorfortz of Logevin..."

He frowned, muttered the newcomer's name again, and walked towards the tower: "Why have I never heard of this name before?"

After knocking on the door of the pure white wizard tower, Miguel was shocked again the moment the door opened.

A girl with a dignified appearance and graceful figure opened the exquisitely carved black wooden tower door.

Ban Ader is a wizard academy for men, but for various reasons, there is no shortage of women in the wizard tower for adult wizards.

Not to mention the differences between men and women in certain divisions of labor.

Wizards are not monks who strictly abide by the commandments. From time to time, they have desires that need to be satisfied.

therefore.

What surprised Miguel was not the gender, but the identity.

The girl is not an ordinary person.

She is a sorceress, and a fairly high-level sorceress.

Feeling the magic power leaping in front of him, Miguel tilted his head subconsciously and said, "You...you are...Viggofortz?"

"Hehehe~" The girl covered her mouth and laughed gracefully.

The bright morning light seems a little dull at this moment.

Slightly distracted.

Miguel noticed the oil paint on her hands. The girl must have been painting before opening the door.

"Excuse me," the girl noticed the wizard's gaze and put her hands down in front of her stomach, "Vigo is upstairs, please follow me."

Isn't she Vigfortz?

Miguel felt extremely unreal as he watched the girl in front of him walk slowly and gracefully like a maid, leading the way.

Is this poetic and elegant girl in front of me really one of those arrogant and bad-tempered sorceresses?
"Holy civet, who the hell is that Vigfortz?"

Miguel couldn't explain his inner emotions. He instinctively tidied the few hairs on his head and followed her in the tower, taking one step deep and one step shallow.

Silk, oil painting, flowers, wood carvings...

The pure white tower was different from the other towers Miguel had visited in the past, which were filled with various monster organs, internal organs, human bones and blood.

Rather than a wizard's tower, it's more like a showroom of an art-loving noble.

The quiet environment and the faint woody scent gradually calmed Miguel, who had just returned from the Bamba Mill, full of anger and impatience at being fooled.

"We're here." The girl whispered.

They stopped in front of a metal door on the second floor with a magic circle carved on it.

"...Virs...Ley...Fow..."

Miguel, who was an expert in rituals, could easily read out the effect of the magic circle: it could effectively shield against magical fluctuations, vibrations and sounds.

A magic training room.

This is very common in wizard towers, but it is rare to see extreme effects added to magic circles.

"Ding--"

The girl smiled and greeted Miguel, then rang the iron bell next to the door, and the magic circle on the metal door instantly lit up.

Soon.

"Come in." A gentle male voice came from the door.

Then the girl pulled the iron door and gently reminded: "Please reduce your perception."

Miguel was a little confused, but he followed the host's lead and put away his scattered perception.

next second.

He knew why the girl reminded him like that.

"Long~"

The moment the door opened, a strong and restless magical power stirred up a fierce wind that blew in the face.

The four types of magic power, red, blue, cyan and brown, at this moment flickered in the door like the aurora in the far north.

If it weren’t for the girl’s reminder.

Without any defense, such a restless magic power would not cause Miguel serious injury, but it would definitely have a significant impact on him.

After the violent elemental fluctuations subsided a little, Miguel quickly leaned over to look.

A man in a black wizard robe met Miguel's gaze and smiled apologetically:

"Feel sorry……"

He is Viggo Fortz!

With just one glance, Miguel immediately understood...

The reason why Viggofortz's wizard tower has five floors is definitely not because he is arrogant and looks down on everything.

It's not just because Loge's Vigfortz is tall and strong, handsome and noble in appearance, and has a sincere and honest voice.

Also because of the natural elements around him that were as docile as servants, as attached as the most loyal lovers, allowing Viagra Fortz to control them.

He had only seen this kind of affinity and control over the elements in Dean Heng Gedimidis.

As everyone knows, Heng Gedimidis has a powerful identity that is rare in the world...

The source of magic!

Moreover, it is a magical source that can freely control its own talents.

Miguel suppressed the expression on his face so as not to lose his composure, but he was screaming in amazement in his heart.

"Cliff is here..."

"What the hell is this 'strong combat capability' that Sonny mentioned? Can Sonny beat Vigfortz himself?"

Every wizard knows that.

The same spell, when released from the hands of an ordinary warlock and when released from the hands of a magic source, has two different concepts in terms of casting speed, spell strength, and killing range.

The magic training ground was not a place to discuss matters, so after a few pleasantries, Viggofortz took Miguel to the study room not far away.

In addition to silk, oil paintings, flowers and wood carvings, like Heng Gedimidis, who is also a magic source, Vigfortz's study also has a huge number of books.

In addition to the piles of bookshelves, the ground was also lined with thick and tall volumes. Many of the pages looked yellowed, and some even had very special materials and colors, and they were obviously old books.

However, although there are many books and they are scattered everywhere in the study, the overall look is very neat and the arrangement is very regular.

Some open books on the pile of books give the entire study a unique flavor of knowledge.

"Where did Vigfortz get so many books?" Miguel looked around the study, surprised.

But this was just a first glance. He was worried about something and didn't look at it for long.

After sitting down on a chair with a soft cushion, he brought up the business to Viggofortz.

"Demon hunter?" After hearing Miguel's purpose, Viggofortz, who was sitting in a high-back chair, asked.

"Yes," Miguel nodded, thanking the girl who poured him a glass of wine. "There are nine witchers from the Wolf School. Sonny recognized that the leader should be the witcher master Vesemir. Usually, Vesemir is accompanied by Arin..."

"Alin?" Vigfortz took a sip of the mellow red wine with interest and interrupted in a gentle voice, "Is it the little guy who was knighted in Elland and promoted to the youngest demon hunter master in Ban Ader, also known as the Blue Death?"

Miguel looked unhappy.

The demon hunter named Ailin, whether he was promoted to Demon Hunter Master or earned the nickname "Blue Death", was all obtained by stepping on Ben Ader's face.

Moreover, Vigourfortz's tone sounded as if he was not a wizard from the academy, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

However, considering that he might have just arrived at the academy, Miguel nodded and said, "It's him."

"But not many people know about the conferment of the title."

Vigfortz smiled twice and said, "Three weeks ago, when Heng Gedimidis's invitation letter arrived, I was at an ancient elf's burial ground."

"The burial ground is in Temeria, not far from Elland."

Ancient elf burial grounds... Is Vigfortz's research on ancient elf magic... or ancient elf alchemy...

Right……

When it comes to developing magical talents, the elves are indeed the best.

Miguel's image of Vigfortz became more vivid: "Then this matter..."

"Sir Sonny and I share the same interests, so I naturally cannot refuse such a small matter. However..." Vigfortz paused, "I wonder if Sonny wants to capture him alive, or..."

Hearing this, Miguel hesitated.

Sonny didn't really mention that.

In other words, considering the strength of a senior witcher master, a new witcher master who is a fake, and seven wandering witcher apprentices who look like they are from the Wolf School, even Sonny doesn't dare to talk about capturing them alive.

Viggofortz's tone was so relaxed, as if the witchers were stupid and harmless rabbits in the Blue Mountains, who would jump into the cage by themselves as long as the trap was set.

However, considering his identity as the source of magic, perhaps it is not impossible.

"Well... then... then let's try to capture it alive," Miguel said, "If possible, at least catch the one called Ailin. We are all very interested in this little creature that is very capable."

"Don't worry," Vigfortz smiled faintly, "I will capture them all alive."

Miguel was stunned for a moment, but didn't refute.

He took out a sealed bag of materials from his robe: "This is the blood of the water ghost they killed last night. Can you tell fortunes?"

"I can..." Viggo Fortz took the material bag, "Water divination, fire divination, viscera divination... I was born in the Druid Circle of Coville, and those druids are the best at finding things..."

"That's good...that's good..." Miguel laughed awkwardly and stood up. "I still have tasks assigned by the dean to do. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Don't worry," Vigfortz also stood up, "I'll be leaving in a moment."

Miguel nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and added:
"By the way, it's best not to let the dean know about this."

"I will."

Seeing Vigofortz nod solemnly, Miguel no longer had any doubts. He said goodbye, turned around and followed the girl out the door.

When I came, I had no intention of observing, but when I left, I was fully confident because of Viggofortz's strength.

Feeling relaxed, Miguel began to carefully examine the collection of books of Viggo Fortz, the second source of magic he had encountered in his long life.

exactly.

A few books were lying open on a pile of books in the aisle.

Out of curiosity about the source of the magic, he took a few glances at it as he passed by.

One of them seemed to be the family tree of the King of Temeria, but the one circled was the Queen of Temeria King Geidema, "Leianlun"...

The pages of the book were old and yellowed, and they were filled with words written in an ancient language. Miguel only took a quick glance and couldn't make out anything.

However, on top of the ancient pages was a handwritten chiffon paper, which appeared to be the translation made by Viggo Fortz himself.

"You must know that the time of sword and axe is near. It is the era of the winter wolf and snow..."

"The time of white frost and white light is coming, a time of madness and contempt: Tedd Deireddh, the time of the end..."

"The world will die in the frost and be reborn in the new sun..."

"That is also when the seeds sown by Hen Ichaer - the ancient blood - are reborn..."

……

"This seems to be the prophecy of the elf prophet Isilin, but..." Miguel paused, wondering, "After 'Rebirth Under the New Sun', shouldn't there be a section about the Child of Miracles?"

"Ancient Blood...what is that..."

Curious, Miguel wanted to turn around and ask, but then he thought of Sonny who was still helping him hold back the other ritual wizards.

After thinking about it, his steps just paused, and finally he just left.

"Forget it, I'll come back and ask after I finish the dean's task..." he thought to himself.

Hearing Miguel's footsteps moving away, Viggofortz retracted the gentle smile on his face, as if the smile was just a mask.

"Da da da~"

The slender white index finger tapped lightly on the chiffon paper on the table.

Vigfortz spread out the fallen chiffon paper.

“Lydia…”

"I'm here." The wizard called out when the girl had just returned from sending Miguel back.

"Let's put aside the artifacts unearthed from the ancient elven cemetery in Garondom for now."

"Go find those witchers?" The girl stared at Vigfortz, her eyes full of love.

However, Viggofortz seemed not to feel the sincere gaze. He nodded slightly with an expressionless face, and his eyes were just staring at the chiffon paper on the table.

On both sides of the chiffon paper, many ancient sayings were excerpted in elegant aristocratic cursive.

Most of the sentences are the same, with only some words differing.

These words are also deeply underlined and marked with symbols.

If Miguel were still here, he would find that written on both sides of the chiffon paper were Isilin's prophecies.

The underlined points are all centered around two core points...

"Ancient blood... Child of miracles..." Vigfortz murmured absentmindedly, "Why did Isilin make two different prophecies?"

"What did she see when she prophesied?"

(End of this chapter)