Merlin the Ancient One, a powerful wizard proficient in alchemy, divination, and Transformation Magic, had left countless legends across Europe and many New Worlds beyond the domains. He was renowned for his rigidity and wisdom.
"Stubborn Wizards have always operated everywhere in Merlin's name."
With something serious to discuss, Fatty Xin finally stopped pestering Maodou over food expenses and began analyzing the matter with great solemnity. "Senior Linda told me this isn't their first stunt. Every year, they secretly conduct at least eight or ten illegal dimensional experiments, but Danhaag always quietly suppresses them."
"I heard many members of the Dark Council are their people too," Zhang Jixin immediately added. "You all remember what happened on the Black Prison Battlefield, right..."
"Has the Wizarding World discovered this kind of inscription before?"
Zheng Qing suddenly asked, pointing at the simple design drawn on the mulberry paper. It was a sketch he had just drawn from memory of the inscription on that vertebra.
"Not quite the same." The fat wizard lowered his head to study the sketch, then finally shook his head. "The editorial department's records show that inscriptions like these were mostly carved on stone in the past... This is the first time one has been found engraved on a bronze plate."
"Maybe they think they're starting a revolution."
"Idiots."
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, cutting off his companions' discussion with a somewhat dismissive tone. "Those Stubborn Wizards have read too many old-fashioned knight novels. They always think they can become heroes, join secret organizations, assassinate tyrants, and then bring peace to the world... What they don't realize is that order, not violent resistance, has always preserved world peace."
At the word "order," Zheng Qing instinctively pricked up his ears and stopped his Quill Pen. Beneath its tip, a new sheet