Chapter 162: 162 161st Statement: "Magic Crucible"

The city itself is a crucible of magic. The city itself is a crucible of magical power, and there are many people who gather it like worker bees.

Fialaert was told by his father at an early age that the founder of the Volgograd family was a great wizard who once said such words. At the time, everyone seemed to be dumbfounded as to what he was talking about.

It might be easier to say that a city is a receptacle for people's magical power.

According to the great wizard, magic is the very heartbeat of something that lives. When you blink your eyelids, when your heart leaps with palpitations, when you move your fingers and arms, you are consuming magic power without knowing it. The wizard says that senility and death is the result of the magic power running out of the body.

Without the power of magic, a human being is just a lump of flesh, unable to move a finger. Therefore, all humans have magic power. We live our lives by absorbing and expelling magic power without knowing it. It is said that wizards and sorcerers are the ones who can do this intentionally. Of course, that's what the great wizards say.

Fialaert's dark eyes twinkled as she remembered the words she had heard in the past. His gaze slowly licked its way through the dimly lit library. As if searching for something, his dark eyes grew larger.

The thing I seek must be here. Belfain is a city-state, and the city of Belfain itself is the capital of the state. Therefore, the library here must be filled with all of Belle Fain.

The inside of the library was covered with a lot of dust. Probably, this place has not been cleaned at all, not even a broom.

Although he collects books as a duty of a lord, it seems that Mordor himself does not make much use of the library. It's a waste of time. It's like giving gold to a hexenbiest. There's no point in letting the treasure rot.

Fialaat choked on the crowd of books. If I could, I would read every book in this place. When time permits, it is one of Fialaat's pleasures to live in the cradle of books, surrounded by the theater of knowledge. I feel strangely nostalgic for the days when I was at the academy, holed up alone in the academy's library. But that doesn't mean that I want to go back to that time at all.

Suddenly, my fingers, which had been wavering in the dim darkness, stopped. The big black eyes rolled up and shook themselves.

--There it is. It must be this one. My fingertips are opening up, saying that's what I've been hoarding.

The fingertips that touched the spine of the book felt the slightest hint of magic.

The book's appearance was beyond old-fashioned, and it seemed to be difficult to preserve. The parchment had hardened and cracked with age, as if it had once been held together by magic, but now its effectiveness had weakened.

Perhaps someone who tried to repair it once applied pig's fat or wax. As soon as he picked it up, an indescribable smell stuck to his nostrils. The first time I saw him, my eyes shot up. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm not sure what to say.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

As people gather and live in the city, they unknowingly drop magic power from their bodies every day. Little by little, that little bit of magical power accumulates in the earth, and before you know it, the city itself becomes a mass of magical power, a crucible.

I can understand why the founder of Volgograd once called people worker bees. People who come to the city one after another in search of work seem to be sharing their magic power with the city, depending on how you look at it. Then, eventually, they will lose their magic and run out of power.

Now, what will happen to the magic power that is accumulated in the city? They do not accumulate evenly throughout the city. They will be concentrated in a single point where magic power can easily flow. It's called a demonic force field or a terminus.

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Right now, Fialaat is looking for that force field, the demon's endpoint.

The cover of the book opens to reveal a layer of parchment, telling the history of Belfain and describing the land. And inside, there was a map. And not just any map. It was a more detailed map that the king had made when Belle Fain was still just a city, not a city-state, and one glance at it would tell you everything you needed to know about the city.

However, it is not really worth much nowadays.

Over time, the city of Belle Fain has expanded considerably, and its topography and urban structure have changed a lot. The city of Belle Fain has expanded over the years, and its terrain and urban structure have changed greatly. It would be of no use to invade Belle Fain if we acquired such a thing now.

But," Fialaert shook his eyelashes and clicked his heels involuntarily. This will be of great use to me now. At any rate, it would contain everything that Belle Fane once was. Everything, right down to the demonic force field. That's what a king's map is for.

Fialaert's neck is flushed. His fingertips brush the parchment as he flips through the pages. His dark eyes opened wide, and he memorized the map from one end to the other, as if he didn't need to see anything else.

And then, when everything had penetrated into Fialat's skull, into his brain. Slowly, a thin finger closed the book.

The demon force field, the end point, the so called demon hangout. However, many wizards and sorcerers would tilt their heads if they were to say whether it had any effective value. In any case, even if there is a lot of magical power stored in it, it is just a collection of what the common people waste little by little in their daily lives. It's just a bunch of magic power that has no will or direction.

The reason why wizards and sorcerers can handle magic as freely as they do is because it is their own magic or the magic of those they have contracted with. Otherwise, it will be difficult to control and sublimate it as magic or sorcery.

The magic power that is gathered in the magic power field is the mass of magic power accumulated by the many people who make up the city. It is chaos itself, with all sorts of intentions boiled down.

If you try to handle such a thing as your own magic power, it is bound to vanish into the sky in a flash.

Therefore, it was only in the past that the magic power field was thought to have useful value. Nowadays, they are only used by lords to set up pavilions in their lands to pray for good luck.

--Maybe that's why. There were only two people who had seriously theorized about utilizing the magic power that had accumulated in the force field.

One was the founder of the Volgograd family. He advocated the existence of a magical force field and how to utilize it, but in the end, he died without knowing whether his theory had been completed or not. There is no record of his work.

Nowadays, the very idea of advocating the theory is an object of ridicule. Even if you talk about it seriously, everyone will say that it is something that people who do not know the true nature of magic say. They will scream with twisted mouths that it is an impossible magical theory.

That's why, isn't it?

There was another person who argued that we should use the magic power accumulated in the magic force field. A paper she wrote. It still lays dormant in the depths of the academy she once attended.

It was dismissed as nothing more than a silly, bizarre theory that would never see the light of day, never be considered by anyone. It lies in a paper graveyard, unorganized.

The author's name, written fluidly in black pen, is Fialaert, Fialaert-La-Borgograd.

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