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Mi He didn't feel bored, but since they were chatting, he might as well join in a few words.
Zhang Mu did not join them. He fell back on the bed, closed his eyes and thought about the king he had seen before.
Transfiguration, definitely Transfiguration.
The king felt normal when he first walked out, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately noticed that the other person's figure was blurred for a moment.
Zhang Mu raised his head and looked around; the city lords all looked calm and composed.
At first I thought this was a passive effect of the King or Saint level.
He glanced at Soran, who also had a calm expression, and then he realized that the problem was with him.
After checking his body, he almost instantly identified the cause - Transfiguration.
It is certain that after staying in the Thor Continent for almost a year, Zhang Mu has never acquired the magic of seeing through illusions, nor does he have similar eye techniques.
The only magic that was activated at that time was Transfiguration.
An illusion that can deceive many magicians and mages, and the way it performs is to create an illusion for oneself. Apart from transfiguration, Zhang Mu can't think of anything else.
Is the “king’s” transformation technique the same as mine?
Zhang Mu pondered all the way back to the hotel from the palace, and finally came to a different conclusion.
The reason is simple.
His game panel can indeed break through the theoretical limit of magic, but upgrading also requires practice, and the level cannot be increased out of thin air.
So after learning Transfiguration outside of Kas Town, it was also level 0.
He has used level 0 transfiguration many times.
The church of Bala City and the patriarchs of the two magic families in the city are all high-level professionals, and the former is even a magician, but they still cannot see through his illusions.
Assuming that the "king"'s transformation technique was also level 0, he was able to deceive the city lords who were wizards and mages, but Zhang Mu, who was also a wizard, noticed the abnormality.
There is no doubt that it has nothing to do with the professional level, but Zhang Mu's transformation technique cracked the opponent's transformation technique.
He thought to himself that although they were at the same level, the effect was completely crushed by him.
Are there different grades of Transfiguration?
or……
He opened his eyes and sat up. The three people were attracted by his sudden movement and looked over at him.
Zhang Mu didn't care at all and asked Mi He: "Have you ever heard of any...powerful illusion magic?"
"Creating illusions?"
"Ah."
Frowning and thinking, he said, "The most powerful one I've ever seen is the one you use."
"Exclude me."
"Exclude you..." He pondered for a long time under the gaze of several people, "A certain bishop of the church once used a potion with a similar effect to yours, which also creates a layer of illusion around the body."
"What's the effect?" Zhang Mu's eyes lit up.
"Very strong. At least I can't find any flaws."
"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"
"Correct."
"Were you a wizard at that time?"
"I have been promoted to a magician for many years."
Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
Domit and the other man were a little confused, not understanding what he was suddenly doing for all this.
Soran on the side had already heard: "Lord City Lord, you mean today's king..."
"Well, he probably used the potion Mihe mentioned."
Mih immediately stood up from the bedside: "The king you saw was someone else who took the church's potion and pretended to be him?!"
"I am a wizard, but the other city lords are at least wizards. The result is obvious to me, and I am the only one who can see it."
"Doesn't that mean..."
Domit also jumped up: "The church is interfering in royal affairs?"
"Is this the focus?" Zhang Mu looked at him in confusion. "Shouldn't we be the enemy of the church?"
"Lord City Lord, on the way to the capital, you already said that the church is the enemy."
"Yes."
Having long been accustomed to the occasional madness of his own city lord, Soran calmly explained: "The church has strict regulations that members of the church are not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of the royal families of various countries."
"Internal members are believers. Are the believers okay?"
"Those who believe in God are believers, and the church has no power to restrict any of their actions."
"This is really new." Zhang Mu raised his hand and gestured for Domit and Mich to sit down. "Don't be so shocked. They set the rules. It only takes a word to change them."
Perhaps they felt that this made sense, so they sat back on the edge of the bed in silence. Mih asked, "Since the church has intervened, it must have chosen a successor to support it. Who will it be?"
"Needless to say, it's Andre, otherwise how could he be so arrogant?"
Seeing the inquiring looks in the two men’s eyes, Soran began to explain what happened at the gate of the palace, and then said, “Andre has obtained the support of the church, so the ownership of the throne... basically there will be no surprises.”
"Relax." Zhang Mu changed to a comfortable position and lay on the bed. "The church can't support us openly, and using force directly is even more ridiculous.
The city strictly forbids the use of force, and they must abide by it themselves.”
Before the three of them could ask why the church was involved in this matter, he gave the answer promptly: "I guess that Andre's dealings with the church were something that happened after he ascended the throne."
"What is it?" Domit asked quickly.
"I want to know if you are still lying in bed?"
Feeling that his question was indeed a bit stupid, he scratched his head to ease the embarrassment.
"That's enough." Soran wanted to ask more, but Zhang Mu raised his hand to stop him. "There's no information at all. It's a waste of time to discuss more. I'll find a chance to ask the second prince."
After hearing this, the three of them stopped talking and gathered together to talk about the scenery in the palace.
Sauron had a pretty good memory, and seeing that the two were curious, he described his experiences in vivid detail.
Time passed quietly, night fell, and only sporadic lights came in through the windows.
A few more hours passed, and it was pitch black outside the window, and the bustling city fell into a deep sleep.
Sauron was an ordinary man, and he was already drowsy at this moment, but he was still worried about the important matter that the city lord had to attend to tonight, so he kept his eyelids open even though they were about to bulge.
"You're so sleepy, go to bed first." He had already persuaded her several times but was rejected politely. Knowing that it was useless to persuade her again, Zhang Mu still spoke.
"I can hold on for a while."
The result was as expected. Seeing that he really wanted to wait, Zhang Mu just let him go.
"咚咚-"
There was a knock on the door, neither light nor heavy. Strangely, only Zhang Mu, Domit and Mih heard it and looked towards the door at the same time.
Although Soran was very sleepy, he was still awake and didn't notice anything.
Zhang Mu raised his chin towards the door. Mi He understood and used his magic power to send a message to the person outside the door: "Come in."
Quite interesting, and a very particular person.
While I was thinking, a middle-aged man pushed the door open.
"Please forgive my sudden visit, especially so late at night."
"No way, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Zhang Mu stood up with a smile.
He was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Mr. Edge is indeed not as he pretends to be."
"Let's not be polite." Zhang Mu put his hands behind his back, "What's your name?"
"Just call me Dunn."
"Mr. Dunn, which prince do you represent?"
"First of all, I want to make it clear that it was not your Highness's suggestion. I came to you on my own initiative after witnessing Mr. Edge's bravery today."
After that, he kept silent for a moment and said, "I hope Mr. Edge is willing to help His Royal Highness the Second Prince."
Looking at his serious expression, Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Aren't you worried that Andre and I are just putting on an act for you?"
"Haha." He smiled helplessly, "If it's really as Mr. Edge said, that would be great."
Soran asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"It all started when I received the royal order."
It was a month ago that City Lord Dunn received the order to report to the royal capital.
At that time, he respectfully saw off the messenger riding on the griffin, and then threw the envelope aside.
Everyone knows the current situation in the kingdom. What are you going to do in the capital? Are you looking for death?
He had no intention of going to the capital at all.
One day, half a month later, he returned home after finishing his government affairs.
When I passed by the front hall, I caught a glimpse of an envelope lying on the wooden table, which was covered with a thin layer of dust.
As if possessed by a ghost, he went over, picked up the envelope, opened it, and glanced at it casually.
This glance almost scared him to death.
The first half of the content is the same as in previous years, the city lord needs to arrive in the royal capital by a certain time.
What frightened him was the last sentence—the church would abolish the rules prohibiting the use of force in places where humans gather.
Dunn's original plan was to declare independence once the kingdom was in chaos.
After the various parties have competed for a while and the situation becomes clearer, it is time to surrender to the force with the highest chance of winning.
Who knew that the church would suddenly come to this, who could withstand it?