I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

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Chapter 421. The Mine Changed!

Blue Moon County, inside the city.

To Leonard, it did not matter whether the authority over Blue Moon County belonged to Prisilia or that unlucky Castellan.

What was important was that Prisilia was generous and did not make things difficult for him, which was enough.

For a poor inscriber who could not make a living in Surseus, was there anything more comfortable than this?

There was nothing else.

It was a rare lazy afternoon. Leonard left the window half-closed and drew the curtains to block out the piercing moonlight. He lay in bed and quietly thought about whether he should change his ink formula.

After all, it had been 47 years, 4 months, and 3 days since the last time he had changed the formula. It was time to make some changes.

Every time this headache was brought up, he would feel even more troubled.

It was too difficult.

The inscriber's ink formula was an awkward secret.

It was true that, together with rune pens and handwriting, they were known as the three core elements of an inscriber's life, but in fact, the formula of the ink was far less important than the latter two.

The reason was simple. After coming to the surface, the inheritances of inscribers had been broken.

When the Elves were still ruling all living beings, the top masters of the Inscriber Association would spend a lot of manpower and material resources every year to develop the main ink formula that was suitable for rune pens made of different materials, different magic effects, and different brush styles. They would then disclose it to all the Inscribers, and the latter would study it on their own to determine their own formula.

Even if the inscriber Association bore 99% of the trial-and-error cost, the final 1% would still be a big burden on the inscriber himself.

Even if the material cost was ignored, as the formula changed, all the previous writing methods would also change, which meant a large amount of time cost.

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However, the final result of such costs did not necessarily strengthen the effect of the mageweath. Sometimes, it might even weaken it.

Therefore, when they came underground, the Runemaster Association that they had hurriedly built quickly gave up on this strenuous and unrewarding act...

However, at the same time, this seemingly smart move also killed the possibility of joint progress for the runemasters of Andaheim.

There were some things that you would only know how precious they were after you lost them.

It was not uncommon for senior inscriptionists like Leonard to use a set of recipes for so long. Some of them were even worse off than him, spending their entire lives on a single ink recipe. This group of people was also jokingly called naked hermit crabs in the industry.

One of the three core elements of a set of runic encryptions was forced to be semi-disclosed, which meant that one of the three most important locks was open. Could it be worse than this?

There was nothing else.

"Damn it, if only those big families didn't hide their secrets..." Leonard mumbled.

His originally relaxed mood destroyed by this sudden emotion.

"I really can't see the future..."

Once again led by the nose by the emotion known as anxiety, Leonard was forced to get up from his bed and turn to walk into the alchemy room.

He still had to do something to keep his brain busy, otherwise, he would let his thoughts run wild.

However, as soon as he stepped into the alchemy room, a strong wind broke in through the half-closed window, and the curtain was blown up by the wind.

The scroll brushed past his face and flew into the alchemy room, falling to the ground.

A perfect hard landing.

'There's a situation at the mine?'

He quickly spread the scroll and placed it on the enchantment table. He took out a rune pen and used a few simple lines to draw out the contents stored on the sheepskin scroll.

A magic image appeared above the scroll. Looking down, the soldiers were patrolling and supervising the miners. Everything was normal.

Before the sudden change occurred, Leonard stared at the pool of ink on the scroll and suddenly let out a soft gasp.

"There's still plenty of ink, but the timing doesn't match. If something had happened a long time ago, it should have returned a long time ago, not now... Wait, this damage is... anti-magic shackles?"

Just as he was feeling puzzled, the scene suddenly changed.

The entrance of the mine exploded with a bang, and a huge black shadow rushed out from inside. The soldiers who were close to it were thrown out by the unparalleled power on its body!

When the dust settled, Leonard saw that it was a giant Python!

"Oh, Lord of The Night... What the hell is this?"

He did not know that Prince Joshua's little cutie had turned the legs of the inscriber, who had never seen blood, to jelly at the sight of the terrifying behemoth and its cruel sight.

Soon, there were no more living people in sight. Then, a guy walked out of the mine with a dim lamp and half of an anti-magic chain in his hand.

He slowly walked into the storage room, and then the picture dimmed, and everything ended.

Leonard plopped into his chair and was stunned for more than ten seconds. Then, he grabbed the scroll and ran out of the room.

"That's the whole picture of what happened in the mine."

As the image disappeared, Leonard closed the scroll and carefully stood beside Gray.

armies.

10:15

Prisilia was still looking for fun, so she handed over the city defense work to her most trusted mage advisor, Sir Gray.

He was the one who was preparing to kill Prince Joshua with the strength of a bull in front of the two armies.

Gray was certain that the person on it was Joshua, but he was a little hesitant.

"Sir Leonard, what you mean is that the images on it might have happened dozens of hours ago, or even a day or two ago?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. According to my calculations, there is a 24-hour difference in the ink consumption rate. In other words, it has already happened about that long ago."

"But why did it only fly back to you now?" Gray said angrily.

"The suspicious person in the image is very powerful, Your Excellency."

Leonard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and re-opened the video.

"Please take a look. He's holding a Darklight in his hand. It's used to find the gathering line of high-concentration magic power. He obviously knows how the small magic moon works... Then, he went to the storage room, found the scroll, and bound it with anti-magic shackles. Only when the magic on it was exhausted did the scroll break free and return to my hands according to the original design of the spell."

Having said that, Leonard paused and asked tentatively, "May I ask... Who was this? If the other party has the ability to open the anti-magic shackles, then it's not surprising that they can do all these things. Moreover, so much time has passed, even if we send people to chase after them now, it's impossible..."

Hearing this, Gray laughed sarcastically.

"That's Prince Joshua, the head of the Spirit family, and the husband of Lady Prisilia ... And the prisoners of the eternal night tower."

Leonard's mouth was wide open in shock, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"I understand the situation. There's nothing else for you to do here. Go back."

Gray waved his hand impatiently, and the inscriber left.

The leader of the Blue Moon County stared out the window and thought for a minute. Then, he sent a magic message to Prisilia.

A few minutes later, a messenger falcon with a lipstick stain on it flew in from the window and landed on Gray's table.

He injected a trace of magic power into the messenger falcon, and the lipstick mark on it immediately broke up into countless tiny handwriting, forming a new text.

"Check the Night Tower and the mine, but don't bring too many people.

"I had guessed that Joshua would be able to escape, and that was not something to be surprised about.

"Don't worry, my sweetheart.

"Nothing can escape my control."

As if he heard Prisilia's gentle voice ringing in his ears, Gray's frustration was instantly soothed.

He unfolded the messenger falcon that had completely lost its magic, folded it, and put it in the pocket closest to his heart. Then, he left with light steps.