Chapter 3787

"I think there is no problem with this Great Mage guarding the New York Sanctum. It's unlikely that he would commit a crime while guarding it." The Main Universe Batman shook his head and said, "The possibility of Wanda is also not high. They are all that kind of relatively tolerant and gentle people, and this kind of trait is hard to fake. The Hippo Goddess is the same. We haven't come into contact with other professors yet. Perhaps we have to look again tomorrow."

The Arkham Batman nodded and continued: "Do you think it's possible it's a student? If he really wants to attack the New York Sanctum, wouldn't it be easier to gain the professor's trust by using a student's identity?"

"There is indeed this possibility, but I haven't found any suspicious people yet. In short, don't be in a hurry. He shouldn't choose to take action just as school starts, we still have time to investigate slowly."

"If you find out who it is, what do you plan to do?" The Arkham Batman's expression was slightly solemn, and he said, "If he is really a very powerful black magician, we have absolutely no possibility of subduing him by force. The professors and the headmaster might not trust us either."

"First of all, the mages of the New York Sanctum are not pushovers. He might not succeed. Secondly, at least the Sorcerer Supreme and Dr. Schiller have some understanding of our wisdom. If we are very certain about something, they will definitely increase their vigilance. We should be able to convince them."

"I knew it, a peaceful campus daily life has nothing to do with us." The Arkham Batman sighed lightly and said, "I hope this Saphir isn't too hard to deal with."

Schiller was reading the script in the office of the school infirmary. He was one of the professors who received the script relatively late. His screen time in this part was still quite a lot, and the entanglement between the Sorcerer Supreme and Saphir had already begun to show.

Moreover, the scenes of this play were not limited to the school infirmary, or rather, they weren't even limited to the school. Because this year there was a field trip to visit the New York Sanctum, which would feature New York street scenes and the internal structure of the New York Sanctum. And near the magic school, a forest map would also be expanded, appearing as one of the strongholds of the big villain Saphir.

As a magic school, a mysterious and ancient forest was naturally an indispensable scene. But in reality, the forest near Ilvermorny was just an ordinary nature reserve. Although the area was not small and the trees were lush, it was indeed far from the concept of a "magic forest."

So recently, Strange and the professors were all busy in the forest, under the leadership of the prop team, setting up the scenes needed for filming the movie. This was no small project: in addition to adding more tall trees, expanding the original lake and streams, they also had to add wizard huts, trestle bridges, and dungeons, as well as all sorts of black magic materials and items, and they also had to create signs of Saphir's activity.

The previous work was still okay. The director and the prop team had drawn the design drawings, and the mages just had to follow them to shape things. Magical plants and such were also ready-made, having been cultivated long ago; find a place to plant them, and they looked quite like the real thing.

What was more troublesome was creating black magic items and manufacturing signs of Saphir's activity. It wasn't that the mages didn't have black magic items, but most black magic items wouldn't let people see that they were black magic items—they looked no different from ordinary magic items, completely not conforming to the image of "evil props" in the public's mind. And those things were relatively dangerous, and the mages didn't approve of the little actors coming into contact with these things, so they had to forge them.

But the mages really didn't know what the "extremely evil" black magic props in the eyes of ordinary people should look like. Some young mages had some ideas, but they weren't very professional, and the things they designed were all sorts of things, the styles weren't unified, and they didn't look like they belonged to one system at all, and the screenwriters couldn't round it off either.

There was no other way, they could only find someone more professional. And when it came to who was the most professional in black magic items, it was of course the Hell Dimension Lord Mephisto. To be precise, he was the ancestor of "evil aesthetics"—it was because he appreciated that style, and he was a devil who bewitched people's hearts, that people would leave the impression that "items of that style are all black magic props."

It could be said that peeling off a bit of wall from his palace would be a disaster generator that would bring disaster to one side. And his aesthetics were very unified, the things designed were all within a certain framework, and one look and they were used by the same power system. So asking him to design was the best.

Mephisto was of course very happy. He was simply overjoyed: thousands upon thousands of years had passed, and finally, there were humans who appreciated his aesthetics! Weren't black and red good-looking? Weren't the flow marks of magma beautiful? Weren't ashes and coke the best decorations?

At the same time, Schiller was also called over, because they had to create signs of Saphir's activity. And in the setting, Schiller was Saphir, or rather, Saphir used Schiller's body, so what was left behind was naturally Schiller's signs of activity.

Because the first movie was a huge success, the budget for the second part was quite sufficient, and the entire director team was incomparably enthusiastic, and the prop team and the screenwriter team were even more nitpicky, not letting go of any small details, striving for every frame shot by the camera to be perfect and able to withstand scrutiny.

If it were an ordinary crew, to achieve such perfection, it would probably take a lot of time. But Chris's crew had mages helping after all. The various details created by the mages couldn't be said to be fake, they were actually real.

For example, if they wanted to make something very old, then the mages could speed up the passage of time locally, and a few decades could pass in a few seconds. These signs of aging weren't faked in post-production, but were truly aged. Even the most picky audience would absolutely not be able to see any flaws, because that was real.

On the morning of the third day of school, Schiller got up early. The sky was just beginning to brighten, and he had already drunk a cup of coffee. Pushing open the slightly old window, the morning mist was filled with a moist breath, carrying a very faint, not unpleasant smell of wood and moss.

Today's weather was good—not very sunny, but a bit cloudy, and a north wind was blowing. But this was good weather for Schiller, because he might have to stay in the forest for the whole day. Cloudy and windy weather was always better than a hot day.

It was too early, and the students basically hadn't gotten up yet. Schiller went to the cafeteria for breakfast and walked with Mephisto towards the forest. Just as they left along the side door of the castle, the Main Universe Batman who had just gotten up happened to see the two of them through the dormitory window.

He stood in front of the window and narrowed his eyes, staring tightly at the backs of the two, and then looked in the direction they were heading. When he saw the rows upon rows of towering trees hidden behind the mist, Batman pursed his lips tightly.

Schiller and Mephisto arrived at the forest at the fastest speed. Just as they approached the forest, Schiller looked at those towering giant trees with quite some shock: No, where did this bring me? Is this still North America? How come after waking up, it seems like I've come to the Amazon?

Schiller opened his mouth, unable to help but look at Strange who had flown over to greet them and had just landed, and said: "Wouldn't this be a bit too exaggerated?"

Although the original forest had quite a few beech trees, as well as North American pines, walnut trees, raspberries, etc., it was considered lush. But now this forest was basically all thousand-year-old redwoods, a large number of ferns, and lichens, the ancestors of plants, all over the ground... one who didn't know would think they had returned to the Jurassic period. If a group of dinosaurs rushed out from inside, Schiller wouldn't even be surprised.

"It's all the director and the prop team's idea." Strange said, "We aren't experts in this area, so let's not add to the chaos."

"You wouldn't have been scolded by Chris, would you?"

Strange's expression was a bit unnatural. Schiller smiled and didn't pursue the question. They walked deep into the forest together, one step deep and one step shallow. There was a small path trodden out by people here, so walking wasn't too miserable.

Mephisto seemed to find the scene here quite novel too. Schiller turned his head and asked him: "Does it feel like returning to the past?"

"My past isn't that distant. I haven't seen dinosaurs." Mephisto said, "However, the setup here is really quite like the real thing, I can feel that the magical aura is very rich. Many plants here have high elemental affinity."

"Because they are all cultivated magical plants." Strange said, "We originally wanted to get some ordinary plants to make up the numbers, but were rejected by the prop team. Kamar-Taj spent a lot of effort to cultivate so many magical plants."

"These mushrooms are also very special." Mephisto looked at the mushrooms growing on some fallen rotten wood and said, "I can feel the ancient aura."

Schiller's expression became a bit strange. He said: "Do you know Chi You?"

Mephisto really thought about it very seriously and said: "That must have been during the tribal period, right? I'm not very familiar with him personally, but his mount was quite cute."

Soon, they passed through this dense and tall forest. Behind the trees was another world: a calm, waveless deep pool appeared before several people. The trestle bridge built along one side of the deep pool hadn't been finished yet, winding and twisting into the depths of another dense forest.

The magical aura here was even richer. The magic power was almost visible to the naked eye, and countless elemental light spots were dancing on the lake surface. The air became colder, and there seemed to be turbulence in the wind.

Going around from the trestle bridge to the other side of the forest, one could see the previous filming camp. After they walked over, they began to change clothes—actually, only Schiller needed to change clothes, because he needed to dress up as Saphir, so that the signs left behind would be more realistic.

In order to prevent being recognized, Saphir wore a black robe when moving in the forest. Schiller put on the robe, put on the hood, and then took a long staff. Mephisto followed behind him.

This wasn't requested by Mephisto, it was mainly because Saphir used Mephisto's power, so whatever he did, what was left behind were ash marks. Schiller couldn't produce this kind of mark, so only Mephisto could do it himself.

"I have a question." Mephisto followed behind Schiller, turned his head to the prop team members in the row behind, and said, "Since I look exactly the same as him, and I can use hell power, then why must he be called over? Can't I perform it alone?"

"NO!!!" Chris's roar came from behind, "Your movements are too exaggerated, there's no such temperament at all! Stand further away, I'll call you when it's your turn!"

Mephisto was almost choked to death—it was the first time someone had spoken to him in this tone. But he had no other way, so he could only flick his sleeves and ran to the back of the crowd with hatred.