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Chapter 761: The reclusive mage.
"Are you going to try if you can follow the guidelines of "It" to explore a less dangerous ruin to gain knowledge? The result..."
Punk asked Aztlan expressionlessly.
"Yes, as a result, I chose to come here from the "intuition" that was obviously affected by "it", and then I did gain a lot of knowledge. I even have the dream of countless legendary wizards like studying magic fan Opportunity, but as a price, I was locked in this cage full of knowledge and could not get out..."
With a helpless smile, Aztlan's eyes also showed a little complicated look. It seems that the conversation with punk reminded him of himself 200,000 years ago.
But soon, the white-robed mage who adjusted his mood continued to introduce punk to the "topic" he originally wanted to emphasize.
"Oh, although I am a spellcaster who majors in enchanting spells and summoning spells, but with the knowledge of enchantment that I learned a little bit of stuffing together, I will definitely not understand this incredible magic lock in a short period of time. Yes, so I have been trapped here for a full 200,000 years... You know, this year I am only 286,725 years old, unknowingly... I am in this relic The time spent here is longer than twice that of the first half of my life."
Introducing his "encounter" in a non-salty and not indifferent tone, Aztlan's voice is still gentle, even when passing through a foggy area, this bard looks at the scenery like a bard " The "noble mage" also drew a magical thread among the green leaves of the rainforest, and then manipulated the mist in the rainforest to dissipate a little.
Judging from Aztlan's skillful and natural manipulation, it seems that he has not known how many times he has done these simple tasks himself, and even if he is followed by a few legendary powerhouses of unknown origin, this calm The white robe mage also still maintains a slow "life rhythm".
At this time, even the punk realized that the white-robed mage in front of him was different, or incompatible with ordinary legendary professionals.
He is so comfortable! It is a kind of comfort like an old man enjoying a peaceful life, a kind of comfort like a hard-working office worker ushering in a holiday, a kind of "comfort" that a terminally ill patient is waiting for death in a hospital bed...Although Azte Lan mentioned many times that it was "unfortunate" that he was locked up in a cage.
But in fact, in the eyes of punk, the mage in front of him not only has no grief and resentment at this kind of prison situation from beginning to end, even the breath revealed from his body even carries a lot of people enjoying life. taste.
Even Aztlán did feel unhappy, but his unhappiness was not caused by being locked in a magic fan. His unhappiness was simply because he was dissatisfied with this "Legendary Island" era, which was too blocked. It's just a way out for more spellcasters.
It was also until this time that the punk, who had not said much, was surprised to realize that the "homeland" that Aztlán said was not good... it was not just a simple figurative vocabulary.
"...Although you call the incident of being locked in a magic fan lock as an "encounter", I don't see from you the emotions that can match the "encounter". In fact, I think You don't have any desire to escape quickly. I even think you still enjoy your life now. If you don't mind...Can you explain to me what you are thinking."
If you have any questions, you should ask them directly. When two legendary professionals talk to each other, straightforward questions are often more convenient and quicker than roundabout rhetoric. Punk is not good at asking questions euphemistically, so he talks to Baipao at this time. Although the questions raised by the caster were natural, they were somewhat abrupt.
As soon as the last sentence of the White-robed Mage was finished, punk's questions immediately followed without leaving any time for the other party to think.
However, Aztlan was obviously not a pedantic nobleman, and he was still expressing his willingness to be peaceful, so even though punk's questions were straightforward and blunt, Aztlán still patiently explained indifferently:
"Um... your feeling is right. After all, the magic fan lock is too deep. It is not something that a legendary professional of the ordinary level can crack. After understanding this, I believe you will understand that there is no point in being anxious... …To take a step back, it’s not only magic in my life that is meaningful.”
Speaking of this, Aztlan slowly stopped. He stretched out his hand and gently brushed the emerald green grass around him. Under the vitality transformed by magic, these flowers and plants bloomed colorful flowers one after another. .
"Look, aren’t these thriving sceneries worth our appreciation? Are they better suited to accompany spellcasters like us who yearn for knowledge? Anyway, when I’m in this huge cage, And after finding it difficult to leave, the first thing I did was to use magic to create many kinds of elements, to make a small sun that was still standing in the air, and finally to synthesize the seeds of the plants and sow them, creating a complete Ecological environment............"
Glancing silently at the green bushes that stretched to the horizon, Aztlan's eyes looked like a nobleman who loved art admiring a beautiful picture.
At the same time, Aztlan, who may have not communicated with intelligent creatures on an equal basis for more than 200,000 years, did not forget to open the chatterbox and continue his "answer":
"... By the way, because I have studied the human body, in addition to this dense rain forest, I have also created many ordinary humans based on the material composition of the human body. Two hundred thousand years have passed, because of my restrictions. The population does not exceed one million, so they all live and work in this small world without war, hunger, and plague, and... I also built a magic school in a similar model to the wizards’ union, but My magic school does not have those dark exploitation and evil bullying, so I believe that my magic school is definitely more capable of cultivating talents than the "black factory" of the wizard guild..."
With a confident smile, the white-robed mage stepped forward again.
Bathed in soft sunlight, Aztlan's tone became much lighter when talking about his "achievements," and even this guy summed up punk in a lazy tone:
"How about? Is my life full and happy? Here I can build my ideal garden of Eden, can study the profound magical locks that can be met and unattainable, can enjoy peace and quiet, and not even "interference mechanism" I'm looking for trouble endlessly............
To be honest, I used to be ambitious, and I have experienced a legendary battle once or twice, but...now I think it’s okay to stay here all the time. Anyway, the legends of the multiverse have to live in seclusion sooner or later. wrong? Where to live in seclusion is not reclusive? I'm lucky to compare it like this. At least most of the legendary spellcasters don't even want to take a look at this beautiful and magnificent magic fan lock."
End of this Chapter
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