第八章胜利的失败者(4/14)

物。”科洛斯拍了拍兰斯的肩膀道。老头的态度亲热，似乎已把兰斯当作本协会的学生了。
                                                                                                                                                                牧师点点头，踱入大厅。才走了几步，眼前的光景却突然一变，一道绿色的光芒从头顶射下，如密林中被树叶染绿的阳光，给整个大厅涂上了一层极富生命力的光泽。
                                                                                                                                                                那些随意放置在厅堂中的长条座椅都变了模样，有的变成了深褐色的木桩，有的则变作了巨大的伞状蘑菇。魔法师们坐在这些“天然椅子”上，轻声细语的聊著什么，也有人拿著本厚厚的大书就著阳光阅读。
                                                                                                                                                                兰斯对眼前的变化感到十分诧异，后退了几步，一切幻象都化为乌有，眼前又是那个平平常常的大厅了。暗淡的壁灯和壁炉里红艳艳的火光，像害羞的窃窃私语。
                                                                                                                                                                牧师试著又向前走，绿光乍现，眼前又是幻境。兰斯回头看了科洛斯先生一眼，老头只是微笑不语。
                                                                                                                                                                牧师不再犹豫，走进树林的幻象中，找了一个木桩坐下。才落座，法师们聊天的声音就慢慢大了起来，兰斯离他们有十几米的距离，声音却像从耳边传来似的，听得毫不费力。
                                                                                                                                                                兰斯听了一会，这些魔法师们在聊有关三大魔法宗师比武的事。这种有趣的话题，立刻勾起了兰斯的好奇心。
                                                                                                                                                                “……魔研会，魔研会。说是魔法研讨，却为了大法师的虚名争来争去。
                                                                                                                                                                芬顿的魔法文明难以复兴，这些魔法宗师们难逃其咎啊。”一个身披黑袍的长胡子老头用手杖敲著地面道。老头的不满，并不能打搅其他人的谈兴。
                                                                                                                                      

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