Merlin quickly said, "I will arrange for someone to find it immediately."
"Your Majesty, what about the other thing?"
Duncan paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering something, and slowly said, "Go to Scandinavia, help me deliver a message to the High Priest of the Norse Church."
"Just tell them, I’ve returned."
Merlin trembled all over upon hearing this, clearly indicating that this sentence wasn’t meant for mortals, but for the Nordic gods.
He didn’t know what kind of pact Your Majesty had reached with the Norse Pantheon back then, but the empire’s conquest of Scandinavia was much easier than expected. There was only some resistance on the secular level, while the supernatural powers of Norse beliefs offered almost no significant resistance, quickly succumbing to the empire’s rule.
The secret agreement between Emperor Duncan and Odin was something only the Crow Queen-Triss knew a little about, because her secret technique’s divine position came from the goddess Freya.
Moreover, almost shortly after Duncan’s seclusion, the Norse Pantheon also fell into slumber.
The night passed in silence.
The next morning Duncan got up very early, strolling leisurely within the wizard academy, observing the magic academy that Merlin had been running for centuries. Compared to the past, it now almost matched the scale of Hogwarts. It was the magic holy land of Great Britain, the magic center of all Europe, and a haven for numerous wizards, though the number of students was still a bit low, as talented wizards were rare.
The surge of the magic tide would also affect human talents.
Unknowingly, Duncan had already walked to the back mountain of the academy. He sensed a slight vibration of curiosities, and with a gentle leap, he saw the sword embedded in the stone.
"The Sword in the Stone is still here?"
Duncan walked over, preparing to reach out and pull it out to see.
But at that moment, a shout came from the opposite tower: "Don’t move! There’s a spell on it!"
Soon, a young man in his twenties ran over, panting, "Be careful not to get hurt."
"Are you a newcomer taking refuge at the academy?"
"Why haven’t I seen you before?"
This young man was quite handsome, holding a scroll and curiously examining Duncan with a puzzled expression, murmuring, "I feel like I’ve seen you before!"
——Secret Art Master (Two-star Gold).
Huh?
It’s actually a gold unit mark.
In Duncan’s understanding, units with a gold mark were often famous historical figures. His figure suddenly flashed, appearing right in front of the young man, who was startled and instinctively cast a protective spell, but it was useless.
Duncan ignored his protective spell.
In an instant, Duncan extended his hand, not only disarming the young man’s magic wand but also curiously snatching the book he was holding.
——"Divine Comedy" - Dante.
Looking at the book before him, Duncan’s expression blurred for a moment.
The young man, seeing that Duncan seemed non-hostile, relaxed slightly and continued to scrutinize Duncan, always feeling that this person’s appearance was very familiar but couldn’t remember where they met, instinctively asked, "Who are you?"
"Have you also read Lord Dante’s ’Divine Comedy’?"
Duncan quickly skimmed through it, his expression growing increasingly grave, as he looked down at the young man and slowly said, "What’s your name?"
The young man opened his mouth and subconsciously answered Duncan’s question, "William Shakespeare."
The next second, the young man was shocked.
Because he had answered the question involuntarily, as if he had to obey the command.
Shakespeare?!
Duncan cautiously studied the young man before him, gently raised his hand, and returned the book and the magic wand to him.
Dante and Shakespeare active in the same era?
Duncan had always had a question in his heart, which was whether if he changed the course of history, some of the originally scheduled outstanding figures would still appear.
Now Duncan seemed to have some answers.
Duncan gazed at the young man in front of him, noticing the manuscripts and books he carried, and slowly asked, "Do you enjoy creating?"
The young man reflexively answered, "Of course."
"But my family hopes I become an outstanding wizard!"
Upon saying this, the young man was filled with astonishment, staring at Duncan’s face in disbelief, saying, "I remember now!..."
"You look just like the statue at the academy gates!"
Just as he was about to say more, Duncan vanished from his sight.
The entire demi-plane quivered lightly.
With a figure clad in magnificent golden armor forcefully tearing open space to enter the Otherworld Secret Realm, Merlin’s image appeared instantly, raising his hand to summon an astonishing thunderbolt from the sky.
Rumble!
The arrogant golden figure reached out towards the sky, and the lightning from the sky immediately dispersed. With a playful expression, he nonchalantly said, "Is this all you’ve got?"
"Why not let your master come to face me!"
Bam!
As soon as the words left his mouth, the arrogant golden figure was crushed by a terrifying force, a dark red spear streaked across the sky, no matter how vigorously he resisted, he was heavily slammed into the ground.
At this moment, he no longer had his initial arrogance, appearing utterly disheveled, and even his golden armor had cracked with fissures.
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