Volume 1: Raging Waves City Chapter 74: A Visit Across a Century
In the dean's office in the west tower of Oulu College, Dean Wilred was wearing a pair of glasses and looking at a paper seriously. The spacious room was very quiet, with only the ticking of a pendulum clock in the corner.
Behind Dean Wilred was a large floor-to-ceiling window. It was drizzling outside, and even the daytime seemed gloomy.
"Pour me a cup of tea."
Dean Wilred spoke to the empty office, his eyes never leaving the paper, and his tone was very casual.
A little monkey came out from nowhere, climbed onto the desk lightly, with a kettle wrapped behind its tail. The little monkey took an empty teacup on the left hand side of Dean Wilred, scooped a spoonful of sugar from the sugar box and poured it into the cup, then rolled the kettle with its tail and poured tea into the cup.
He made chirping sounds and made weird faces to please Dean Wilred.
Dada, da, dada da…
The vertical pendulum clock made an inharmonious sound at this time. Dean Wilred and the little monkey looked at the pendulum clock at the same time, and saw that the pendulum, which had been swinging regularly, was shaking in a disorderly manner.
The little monkey bared its teeth at the pendulum clock in a threatening manner, and Dean Wilred grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and stuffed it into the sleeve of his robe.
He stood up from his seat, stretched out his right hand, and a long-handled wand from the wand rack flew into his hand.
At this time, a wisp of black smoke floated out from the pendulum clock and gathered into a vague human shape.
"Wilred, I haven't seen you for so many years... You've grown old!"
Wilred looked at the guy who suddenly appeared in his office with caution. With a wave of his hand, everything on the table was put into the open drawer.
"Victor?" Dean Wilred tried to guess the other party's identity, and immediately corrected his mistake: "No, you are not Victor, he is more polite than you. You should be... Harriman!
More than a hundred years have passed, and you still enjoy playing pranks.
It is a pleasure to meet you, my friend. If you show up, I would be happy to show you around the college where we once worked together."
Although Dean Wilred greeted his old friend in a friendly manner, he did not dare to relax in the slightest.
The thoughts of these people can no longer be guessed by common sense. Their sudden arrival a hundred years later was definitely not just to visit this academy.
Sure enough, Harriman said, "For more than a hundred years, we all miss this place very much. At that time, we could drink until dawn for a result. But the Book of Disasters changed everything. It allowed us to see a whole new world, a power that transcends all forms of power.
The mysterious energy in the esoteric arts is the end point of all energy. The Book of Disaster contains the origin of the mysterious energy. If you can see through it, you can control the esoteric arts at will.
You can create energy and everything as you wish!"
Harriman's tone gradually became crazy, like a fanatic expressing his worship of the Book of Disaster.
It also brought back scenes from more than a hundred years ago from Wilred's memory.
Harriman then was exactly the same as Harriman now, and the long passage of time had changed nothing.
Willard said loudly: "Harriman, everything is just your imagination. Your mind has been polluted by the Book of Disasters, and you think what the Book of Disasters tells you to think.
If you are here just to find the Book of Disaster, please leave here, we don't have what you want."
"Hahaha... Wilred, don't rush to chase me away." Harriman's laughter was piercing: "After we left Oulu College, you announced that the Book of Disaster was destroyed, but what caused it to appear again?
If you didn't destroy the Book of Disaster, does that mean the other secret books are still there? We left in such a hurry that we didn't take them with us. Even though we have been restoring them for the past 100 years, there are still too many missing.
You don't seem to be interested in the secret arts, so why don't you return the book to us and we can continue to maintain peace for more than a hundred years."
Wilred did not want to provoke these crazy Abyss Apostles. He said, "You know how much I hate the secret arts, so you know I will definitely burn those books. The Book of Disasters should have been hidden by Professor Felix. He used a fake encyclopedia to deceive me.
Felix is dead.
I don't know how the elf Qingkong found the Book of Disaster. If you want it... you can go find her."
"Do you think I will believe you?"
Harriman roared, becoming irritable. His mission in this trip to Raging Waves City was to take away the Book of Disaster and the mystical books that should not have been destroyed. Those were compiled by hundreds of mystics from the Mystical Department of Oulu College, and many were rare books collected from other places.
However, most of these mystics died in the disaster, and the people taken away by the apostles had no way to restore the library.
The reappearance of the Book of Disaster made them believe that the other books of secret arts were also there, and that Wilred had deceived everyone.
Wilred did not answer, he was using magic to locate Harriman's position.
At this moment, the sky outside suddenly became dark, dark clouds pressed down, and darkness enveloped the subspace that was originally daytime.
The black smoke that gathered into Harriman seemed to be disturbed by something and quickly dispersed and disappeared.
What happened!
Wilred turned and looked out the window.
Torrential rain from the Overworld lashed the windows, and streaks of lightning cut through the sky.
At a certain moment, a loud explosion filled the entire space, and everything in the room shook violently.
And the vision came quickly and went away quickly.
The dark clouds dispersed, the night retreated, and the sunlight shone in from the window, as if nothing that had just happened had ever happened.
Wilred murmured, "Raging Waves City?"
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At this time, Luke stood in front of the ruins of the Thunder Tower. The collapsed and twisted tower looked like a giant dragon crawling on the ground in the night.
Fortunately, this is a park in the city center and it was a thunderstorm, so no casualties were caused.
The sky seemed to have used up all its strength because of the lightning strike just now. The rainstorm showed a sign of fatigue and no longer had the momentum to cleanse everything in the world.
Luke stood in the diminishing rain, a layer of ice armor attached to the outside of his body.
In front of her, four people in raincoats were blocking the road, and their faces could not be seen clearly because of the rain hats on their heads.
On the left is the swollen Lyme River, and on the right two men in sheriff's uniforms emerge from the woods of the park.
Behind him, a masked man instantly appeared on a steel support. His eyes glowed a faint red in the darkness, and he looked like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.
The noise Luke made just now was too loud, and as a result he didn't have time to escape and was trapped here.
