Twenty Sided Dice

readx(); "With this shackle, I feel like my hand is still there. Although I don't have any fingers, it still hurts. It's been hurting all the time!" Master McGonagall lowered his head, looking indifferent and desperate.

Siegel was also silent. The loss of both hands for a mage is a very scary thing, even more serious than the loss of hands for a swordsman. In the past, there were swordsmen who embedded their long swords on their severed limbs and used astonishing perseverance to become strong again, but it was very difficult for a mage to do so.

Magic requires fine-tuning, combining sounds and gestures to build the structure of the spell. The most flexible and easy-to-control parts of the human body are the throat and fingers, so spells are basically inseparable from these two parts. Only the caster has the first-hand experience: simply making sounds and waving arms does not build a spell. Only through these actions, gradually mastering their effect on the spell, and remembering the feeling of successful release, can you truly master the spell.

Without both hands, it is difficult to complete the spell casting action, and the spell postures learned by mages before are all based on the premise of having hands. If you want to pick up the spellcasting ability again, you have to overthrow everything, abandon the gestures, and rebuild the foundation of the spell structure. Whether it is the difficulty or the time required, it cannot be completed in decades.

Faced with this situation, Siegel did not know how to comfort him.

"You can't imagine that terrifying feeling. Pain is only one aspect, and it's the simplest. When I was learning spells, I didn't experience greater pain." Master McGonagall's voice slowly spit out, in the cell Wandering around, mixed with the clattering sound of the iron chain. "I am often injured, and those classmates who are with me often mess with my spellcasting materials, or frighten me when I cast spells, causing the spells to fail. Fire, ice, acid poison, I have experienced these, almost every day I They're all in pain, but I know I'm improving and I'll surpass them, so the pain doesn't matter."

"I've been hurt often, but never been so humiliated. Never been so desperate, it's much more terrible than the pain in the limbs. Day and night, the severed limb always feels like a fire. It's been a long time, but I always feel like they're sealing up the wound with a brazier. I'm completely cut off from magic."

"Do you know what Pullan said? 'Make her a pair of iron hands with long chains, preferably five. These are immortal fingers, they can be used forever'. He laughed at me like that, this Damn bastard. Executioner!"

Siegel reassured her: "There are temples that heal broken limbs and re-grow hands. I have a dwarf friend who heals his legs just like that."

"Why did the dwarf priest treat me? I don't believe in his god!" McGonagall sneered, "The priest in the temple is just the shadow of their god, the channel of their divine power, it is the **** who really decides whether to treat me or not, And gods are not easily bribed like priests. The price of healing my broken limbs is much higher than restoring magic powers. Tell me: God, which one is not greedy?"

"I happen to know one," Siegel said. "I've seen a priest who doesn't even know which **** he believes in, but it doesn't affect his use of magic at all. People of all races, beliefs, and professions can Get treatment from him. It's just that he won't regenerate his limbs yet. I think he will be able to master it one day, and it will not be hopeless by then."

"It's just... think... Until then? You're lying to me, comforting me with lies, trying to guide my thoughts and gain my trust." Mag let out a laugh: "I won't be fooled. Yes, you can never get my secret!"

Siegel frowned, because he found that McGonagall had become mentally unstable due to the long-term pain. Although her severed hand was sympathetic, Siegel didn't have much time for her psychological counseling.

"Mage McGonagall. I don't need you to believe me, because facts are facts, and they won't change because of your subjective feelings. As for your secrets, it's your business if you want to keep them forever. roll"."

"Oh, if I give you what you want, what can you give me? I want freedom, I want magic, I want revenge, I want them dead!"

Siegel shook his head, stood in front of Master McGonagall, and let the torch in his hand illuminate his face. Let her see herself clearly. Then he said: "You want too much, you want to win these things yourself, or exchange them with others, that's fine. But the premise is that you first return the things that don't belong to you. Tell me that "Moya Scroll" is in where?"

"Bah! Don't think about it! You bastard, Pran, don't think about it!"

She's crazy, Siegel thought regretfully. Encountering such a situation, in such a terrifying environment, how can you not go crazy? It's not like permanent madness, just a mental madness caused by a certain level of stress. It needs to find a way to vent it, but this requires the operation of Master McGonagall's mind. Siegel thought for a while, and since that's the case, it's better to look for the answer directly.

He put the torch aside, raised his wand, and began to chant the incantation. Using charm spells on mentally unsound individuals is very dangerous, and it is even more dangerous when using spy spells such as mind probes. Siegel carefully spread the power of the spell and slowly penetrated into her memory.

It is best not to touch the part about spells, because it is the most tightly protected part of the mage, and most of the information is memorized with ciphertext symbols, and decryption requires considerable effort. Siegel concentrates on searching for the memory of the item, where did she put "Moya Scroll"?

The events of the past are transformed into fragments, and they are presented in front of us bit by bit. Siegel saw Mag's laboratory and saw that she was experimenting with alchemy. There was a magic amulet on the table, exactly the same as the one he bought from the old lady. However, the amulet in memory looks ordinary on the surface, but in fact it exudes powerful magical fluctuations, like a heart full of power.

Move your eyes back, you can't watch the manufacture of magic items, it will consume a lot of energy - Siegel told himself, control the magic spell, and carefully avoid one trap after another. As long as he has a little curiosity about McGonagall's magic, it may cause the spell in his hand to fail. He seemed to be walking on a cliff with only a dangling steel rope under his feet.

He finally saw the book, which McGonagall carefully placed on the shelf, just below the laboratory. When leaving there, she sealed the gate with a spell, allowing the dirt to cover the entrance, making it look like normal ground.

The magic spell that opened the secret door was known, and Siegel began chanting the end of the spell. To get out of McGonagall's mind.

That's when things went awry.

McGonagall remembered a strange man, tall and thin, with a pair of pointed ears on an indistinct face. Elf? Siegel froze for a moment.

The genie cast a spell on Siegel, immobilizing his body. Not even blinking or moving the tongue. At this time, a man with a long sword came over, Pulan's ferocious face was clear and terrifying, and the shining sword light was like a thunderbolt. what happened?

Siegel suddenly realized that this was McGonagall's memory, and he was not trapped. The memory of McGonagall having her hands cut off was too deep in her mind. It may appear at any time. Siegel told himself to withdraw his curiosity, withdraw his attention, and then withdrew from the spell with difficulty.

What happened to the elf that appeared in McGonagall's memory? It turned out that she lost her hands after being hit by a spell, but why did she never say it? Why is the elf's face blurry, while Puran's face is so clear?

He wiped the sweat from his head and slowly calmed down the fatigue caused by the magical fluctuations. Equally exhausted was Mag, her body was trembling constantly on the chain, and she had no strength to even raise her head.

More carefully handed over the water bag and let the lord rest well. Hearing the sound of water, Mag raised his head. Weakly whispered: "Before you go, let me drink up."

"Are you finally awake again?"

McGonagall nodded, and Siegel gave her the water. Then, he took out a few more elf cookies and brought them to Mag's mouth.

The female mage frowned and said unexpectedly: "Take the elf things away!"

"You need to eat something, and that's the best recovery food," Siegel said. "It's also great for wound healing and recovery from fatigue."

"No, I'd rather starve to death than eat elf food."

"Why?" Siegel asked immediately. "Why don't you like elves?"

Mag frowned, as if he was also confused. Why? She is asking herself. It seems that the meaning of the genie in her heart is darker than that of Puran. Even scarier, but she couldn't remember.

Siegel carefully observed her expression and knew that she couldn't continue to force her, otherwise it was very likely to cause madness again. He just needed to know that the elves did have a hand in it. And remind yourself to be more careful. Puran also has an ally who can instantly fix the body of a strong master like Xiang Mag.

He put away the elf biscuits and brought out a pie made of chopped liver and rabbit meat. All it takes is a little fire elemental power to warm it up again. He broke it off piece by piece with his hands and fed it to Master McGonagall.

The female mage devoured it and ate an entire pie in no time. She looked at Siegel with complicated eyes before saying, "You're not coming back after you leave. Are you?"

"The Scroll of Moonlight Moya is very important to me. Forgive me for not being able to let you go for the time being." Siegel said: "No one knows the reason for the expansion of the Ghost Mist Swamp, and I don't think you are that powerful. Therefore, the reason why Viscount Pulan wanted you is not valid at all, and it is not right for him to imprison you like this~www.novelmt.com~ I can intercede for you, but I can't simply swing my sword and then cast a teleportation technique as if the matter is resolved. "

Mag laughed softly at first, then his voice became higher and higher, and finally laughed: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, there is a mage with your character! Why don't you become a paladin and a judge? If you are a lord, you must be impartial and selfless, with a clear distinction between good and evil?"

Siegel couldn't answer the question because he had his own doubts. What if you let her go, but she hides and can't be found again? If there is no "Moonlight Moya Scroll" in the secret room under her laboratory, then the only person who has read this book is in front of her, how can she let her out of control?

Is this an excuse to respect the rules or to be selfish?

Siegel's hesitation didn't last long, he sighed, then pulled out the star dust and cut off Mag's chain. The sound of ding ding ding is very pleasant, and the feeling of freedom is really good. But the female mage who lost her support fell to the ground, unable to get up at all.

Moore reached out to help, but was blocked by Siegel. "Don't worry, let's get out of here first." (To be continued.)

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