Wizard Immortal

Chapter 624 The Difference Between Wizards and Mages

"The myth of the founding of the Kingdom of Tamru, the legendary first King Tamru..."

Sitting quietly in the courtyard, facing Adir directly, Firi continued, "During my years in the Kingdom of Tamru, I have traveled throughout the entire kingdom, visiting numerous ruins and ancient nobles, gathering all the information I could, and finally arriving at a conclusion."

"That King Tam may very well still be alive and active on this land."

"King Tam..." Adir frowned almost imperceptibly, but nodded in agreement with Phil's statement.

"If King Tamm were still alive, he would certainly be a being of the level of the King of Mages, comparable to the most powerful people on the continent."

After glancing at Adir, Firi hesitated for a moment before continuing, "In fact, there might be more than one such being within Tamru."

"More than one?" Adir frowned, seemingly puzzled.

"The Church of Darkness," Phil said, and Adir's eyes immediately lit up with understanding.

Despite being a newcomer, after receiving Yasuo's memories, Adir gained some knowledge about certain major events in the history of the Kingdom of Tamru.

More than a hundred years ago, the Church of Darkness spread from afar and suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of Tamru. Despite being heavily restricted by official laws, it has never been able to relax its grip on the Kingdom of Tamru and has never declined.

This behavior itself says something.

At the very least, if the first King Tamu were still alive in the Tamu royal family, the Dark Church, with its current external strength, would have no right to negotiate with the Tamu royal family.

The fact that the Church of Darkness was able to take root in the Kingdom of Tamru and grow to its current state speaks volumes.

"Within the dim church, there may very well be beings of the level of the King of Mages, and perhaps even more than one..."

Looking at Adir before him, Firi spoke softly, beginning to recount in an ancient and weathered tone: "I have carefully investigated... In the more than one hundred years since the Dark Church came to the Kingdom of Tamru, there have been at least thirty-four Gold Priests and one hundred and seventy-three Silver Priests."

"These people were undoubtedly important figures in their respective eras, but in the end, their fates were either to disappear or to die of illness. Although this seemed perfectly normal at the time, looking back at the records now seems incredibly strange..."

"You mean..." Adir was taken aback, then his expression slowly turned serious, creating a tense atmosphere in conjunction with the middle-aged mage in front of him.

"The Dark Church has been gathering strength..." Phil's voice continued to echo in my ears, now tinged with a strange sigh: "What are they planning to do?"

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Time passed slowly, and soon, several hours had gone by in a flash.

Standing quietly in the hall, silently watching Phili's departing figure, Adir's solemn expression slowly disappeared, and he returned to his usual calm.

"Wendy, have someone tidy up the tables here."

He watched Phil's figure gradually disappear into the distance, gave an instruction to Wendy who had been standing to the side, then picked up a few books from the wooden table and walked away.

"Teacher, why did you say so much this time?"

On the other side, outside the manor where Adir lived, a voice slowly rang out.

Phil turned around and saw his favorite student, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen, looking at him with wide, puzzled eyes.

Seeing this, he smiled, and then a rough, large hand reached out and patted the boy's head.

"Moore, do you think I'm talking too much?"

The boy named Moore nodded: "Teacher, you never talked about these things with anyone before, not even with Gruul or that knight a while ago."

"They're different from him." Gently stroking the boy's head, feeling the rough texture of his hair, Phil's expression slowly calmed. "Moore, do you remember what I told you about the Restoration Era?"

"I remember." Moore nodded, as if recalling something, and said in remembrance, "When the world recovers, the gods will return one by one, the earth will become a battlefield for heroes, and after the chaos and war, there will be a new glory..."

"The world's restoration mentioned in the prophecy, in terms of time, is actually this era..." Listening to Moore's words, Phil said, "The frequent changes in the major churches in recent years are actually preparations for the restoration of the gods."

"The stage is fully prepared, just waiting for the protagonists on the stage, those gods and heroes born of the times, to take the stage and push this era to its peak."

"You mean... this Baron Yasuo might be a hero?" Moore said thoughtfully, guessing as if he understood but not quite.

"Whether it is or not, what does it have to do with us?" Quietly patting the boy's head, Phil smiled. "The tide of the times is about to come. On this world-centered stage, anyone who is outstanding enough can become a hero."

"With my men standing before him, whether they say more or less, it won't have any negative impact on me. So why not say more?"

He turned around and thought for a moment, saying this aloud, but his mind couldn't help but recall the scenes from his previous meeting with Adir.

As the memories in his mind gradually became clearer, the intricate tattoos on his body slowly heated up, and the complex patterns engraved on them seemed to come alive.

"Interesting...really interesting..."

Standing inside the manor, holding a long pair of scissors, quietly gazing in the direction Phil had left, a woman resembling a maid seemed to sense something and quietly raised her head, her expression a half-smile.

"I never expected to run into someone who has been exposed to the fate pattern in such a small place."

Gazing quietly into the distance, holding a rough pair of large scissors in his hand, Mar smiled as he felt the familiar pulse of power. "Having come into contact with the Destiny Pattern, he is also very sensitive to the power of destiny. After coming into contact with the one favored by destiny, he probably already senses something."

"Perhaps, this is also an opportunity..."

After thinking for a moment, she lowered her head and smiled.

Having come into contact with the pattern of destiny means having come into contact with the power of the god of destiny, and in a sense, it can be considered as a sacrifice to the god of destiny.

As long as one is a priest of the goddess of fate, when facing her, one has only one choice: to obey.

In the silence, time continued to pass, bit by bit.

One morning, as the sun slowly rose above the horizon, scattering rays of sunlight and illuminating the world, a figure appeared in the empty courtyard.

"Turning water into ice."

A calm and clear voice echoed around, and then, in the courtyard, drops of water began to rise, eventually transforming under the influence of a force, changing into another form.

In no time, just a few seconds, the basin of water in front of me turned into a thick block of ice, with chilling air rising from it.

"This is the best we can do."

Quietly stretching out his hands to relax his body for a while, gazing at the ice block before him and feeling the depletion of his mental energy, Adir nodded: "Not bad."

In the period following Phil's visit, thanks to Phil, Adir managed to obtain some things through Phil's channels.

The contents of these items are not much: a few fairly thick spellbooks, some rudimentary spell materials, and some popular science books about common knowledge of mages.

During this time, Adir also made some progress based on these things, and the spellcasting in front of him was one of them.

"The template optimization can only go this far for now, and these materials are only of this use."

As Adir quietly savored the process of casting the spell, this thought flashed through his mind.

During the time he obtained information about the spells of this world, he had been trying to study them and find the differences between the spells of this world and those of the Wizarding World.

The final result was somewhat unexpected.

Compared to wizards in the Wizarding World, mages in this world seem somewhat backward and different.

The wizard's power initially came from the interaction between himself and the external elements. Through meditation, the spirit, body, and elements underwent a complex reaction, which eventually gave rise to the original spiritual power and magic.

The body reacts with external elements to generate magic power, which in turn acts on the body, making it continuously stronger. Ultimately, the strength of the body will, to some extent, reflect on the spirit, causing the wizard's spiritual power to increase in tandem with the physical body.

When casting a spell, the wizard first constructs a complex image of the spell in his mind, then finalizes it with his mental power, and finally uses the magic power within his body as the source of power to truly construct the spell.

But the mages of this world are different.

The mages in this world only cultivate their mental strength, but they do not possess any magical power.

Compared to wizards, mages in this world take fewer steps, focusing on cultivating their mental power in the interaction of elements, but without physically intervening in these two processes to participate in the reaction.

The end result is that, compared to wizards, the magic power within the bodies of mages in this world is extremely thin. Most of it is the result of the instinctive increase driven by the enhancement of mental power, rather than a conscious enhancement like that of wizards.

This result leads to a huge difference between wizards and sorcerers.

(End of this chapter)