It's no longer necessary to exist, "Ke Yin said." There's nothing here except dust and old books. It's been left behind by us. Isn't it... brothers
There was a hesitant murmuring below. It's hard for wizards to imagine what life would be like without the old stone walls of the Underworld University. Just to be honest, there is indeed a lot of dust, and those books are really old
After all... brothers... who among you has been to that dimly lit library in the past few days? Now magic exists within you, not imprisoned in the pages of a book. Isn't this something to be encouraged about? Among the twenty-four clock heads of the past, which one of you has cast more magic - I mean real magic - than in his previous life? Does anyone among you, in the deepest and deepest part of his heart, not truly agree with my opinion
Zinc trembled. In the deepest and deepest part of his heart, an inner Zert awakened and desperately wanted others to hear his voice. This Zinc Erte suddenly hit the past - but only a few hours ago—— The peaceful life is full of longing. At that time, magic was so gentle, wandering around in old slippers, and there was always time for a glass of sherry, it didn't seem like a hot and spicy long sword inserted into your mind. Moreover, most importantly, it does not kill anyone.
The chief steward was terrified, as he felt his vocal cords standing at attention with a loud bang, ready to express his opposition. No matter how he tried to stop him, it was futile.
The staff is trying to determine his position. He could feel it searching for himself. It will evaporate him, just like poor old Beliath. He bit his chin tightly, but it was useless. He felt his chest heaving, his jawbones creaking and about to open.
Carding shook her body uneasily and stepped on his instep with one foot. Zinc let out a scream.
Sorry, "Carding said.
Is there a problem, Zinc? "Ke Yin asked.
Zinert bounced a few times with one leg and suddenly found liberation. His toes were experiencing excruciating pain, but his body felt a wave of relief. Throughout the entire history of the world, no one has been as grateful as he was for a wizard weighing seventeen stones choosing to rest on his foot.
His scream seemed to break the previous spell. Ke Yin sighed and stood up.
Today was pretty good, "he said.
At two o'clock in the morning, the thin mist rising from the river coiled like snakes on the streets of Anko Mobock, but they felt very lonely. Wizards don't like everyone wandering around after midnight, so no one goes out. Everyone fell asleep under the power of the spell, but not particularly peaceful.
Mist arrived at the center square of the Broken Moon. In the past, every night, the small stalls here would hang curtains and be brightly lit. Night travelers can buy everything here, from a plate of eel jelly to a variety of sexually transmitted diseases to choose from. But now the mist can only drip into a cold and open space.
The small stalls have all disappeared, replaced by sparkling marble and a statue that represents an unknown spirit, surrounded by a fountain with lighting effects. Silence gripped the entire city tightly like cholesterol, only the monotonous sound of the fountain occasionally breaking its grip.
The dark underworld university is also ruled by silence. Except——
Zinert sneaked in the dimly lit hallway like a spider with only two legs. He galloped between the marble columns and arches - or at least limped quickly - all the way to the two intimidating doors of the library. He nervously glanced at the darkness around him, hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on the door very lightly.
Silence gushed out from the heavy wooden door. But this is not the silence that enslaves the entire city, but a vigilant and agile silence; It's the silence of a cat waking up from a dream and just opening one eye.
Zinc couldn't bear it anymore, so he lay down on the ground, wanting to look inside through the crack in the door.
Finally, he leaned his mouth as close as possible to the gap under the hinge at the bottom - even though there was a lot of dust, he could still feel the wind blowing. He lowered his voice and said, 'I said! Hmm. Can you hear me?'
He was certain that something had moved in the darkness behind the door, far away.
He tried again, his heart beating wildly; Every time he beats, his emotions swing back and forth between fear and hope.
I said? It's me, um, Zinc. Do you know? Can you talk to me, please
Perhaps there are two tough big feet walking gently behind the door, or perhaps it's just Zinc's own nerves creaking. He struggled to swallow the tension choked up in his throat, and then continued to work hard.
Listen, okay, but listen, they said they're going to close the library
The silence became even louder. The sleeping cat propped up one ear.
What they did was completely wrong! "Said the chief clerk with sincerity. After speaking, he immediately raised his hand and covered his mouth, unable to believe that he was so audacious.
Right - the head
The sound was extremely soft, similar to the sound of a cockroach burping.
Zierte's courage suddenly increased, and his lips were completely pressed against the gap.
Are you taking in there, sir
Yes - the head
Where is that little dog
Yes - the head
Oh. Okay
Zinert spread out his body and lay flat in the comfortable night, tapping his fingers on the cold floor.
Perhaps you would be willing, um, to let me in too? "He tentatively asked.
Yes - the head
Zert made a disappointed face.
Okay, can you, um, let me in for a few minutes? It's urgent, we need to discuss, man to man
Yes - the head
I mean men versus apes
Yes - the head
I said, can you come out for a while
Yes - the head
Zinc sighed and said, 'This loyalty is great, but you'll starve to death inside.'
Right head, right head
Is there another way in? Where
Yes - the head
Oh, okay, it's up to you, "sighed Captain Zinc. But somehow, this conversation made him feel better. Everyone in college seems to be living in a dream, but librarians are different; In the whole world, all he wanted was soft fruits, a plentiful supply of index cards, and the opportunity to cross the walls of the prince's private zoo once or twice a month. I don't know why, but this is what makes Zinc feel at ease.
So you have enough bananas and everything there? "After a brief silence, Zinert continued to inquire.
Yes - the head
Don't let anyone in, okay? Hmm. I think this is very, very important
Yes - the head
Very good, "Zinc stood up and dusted off her knees. Then he aimed his mouth at the keyhole and added, "Don't trust anyone
Yes - the head
The library is not pitch black because when magic leaks into a powerful supernatural field, it produces the eighth color light, so the densely packed magic books can be used as lamps. Despite the dim light, it is still enough to illuminate a row of bookshelves pressed against the door.
The former prince has been carefully transferred to a glass bottle on the librarian's desk. The administrator himself sat under the table, wrapped in a blanket, and held Wang Fusi on his lap.
From time to time, he would eat a banana.
At the same time, in the echoing corridor of the Underworld University, Zinc was limping back, aiming for his bedroom. He was mentally tense, leaning his ears in an attempt to capture every slightest sound in the air, and it was precisely because of this that he heard the sobbing that was almost beyond his auditory range.
That sound seems somewhat unusual here. In the residence of high-level wizards, the corridors are carpeted, and various sounds can be heard late at night, such as snoring, the gentle sound of wine glasses colliding, the monotonous singing, and occasionally the hissing of mistaking spells. But the sound of someone quietly crying was too strange, and Zinc couldn't help but rub towards the corridor leading to the principal's suite.
The door is ajar. Zinc told himself that he really shouldn't have done this; He was ready to turn around and run away at any time, then peeked into the door.
Lingsifeng widened her eyes.
What is this thing? "He asked in a low voice.
I think it's a temple or something, "Konina said.
Lingsifeng stood in the crowd, staring up with wide eyes, while the residents of Al Kahari formed a human Brownian motion around him. Temple, he thought to himself. Well, it's big enough, grand enough, and the architect used every trick in the textbook to make it look bigger and more grand than it actually is, while also making everyone who sees it clearly realize that it's just the opposite of it, small and ordinary, and doesn't have as many arches as it does. This is the kind of place that you can never forget for a lifetime.
Ke Lingsifeng feels that he has some understanding of temples and holy sites. Look at the murals painted on the tall - and of course, majestic - walls, where do they have any religious flavor? Not to mention anything else, the people in the painting seem to be having a great time. It is almost certain that they were having a great time. Yes, it must be. If they are not happy, then it's strange.
They're not dancing, are they? "He desperately resisted the evidence he had witnessed with his own eyes," or maybe some kind of gymnastics
Konina squinted her eyes and looked up in the strong daylight.
I'm afraid not, "she said thoughtfully.
Lingsi Feng regained his senses. I thought a young woman like you shouldn't watch such things, "he said sternly.
Konina gave him a faint smile. And I thought this kind of thing was strictly prohibited for wizards, "she sweetly replied," It's said to turn you blind
Lingsifeng raised his face again, ready to grit his teeth and take a risk with one eye. There's nothing surprising about this, he told himself. What do they know? Foreign countries are always foreign. The way people here do things is different from ours.
However, in the end, he came to the conclusion that some things are not very different, they are just more creative, and judging from the current situation, the frequency is much higher.
The temple murals of Al Kahari are well-known far and wide, "said Konina. They started walking forward, and a group of children gathered around them, always wanting to sell various things to Lingsifeng and introduce their lovely relatives to him.
Well, that's not difficult to understand, "Ling Sifeng agreed." Listen, go away, okay? No, I don't want to buy anything from you. No, I don't want to get to know her, or him, or it, you annoying little thing. Go away, okay
The target of the final roar was a few children, as they sat calmly on the suitcase, while the suitcase patiently followed behind Lingsifeng. Although their steps were heavy, they had no intention of shaking them down. Perhaps it has contracted some illness, "the wizard thought to himself, and immediately felt a significant recovery in his mood.
How many people do you estimate there are on this continent? "He said.
I don't know. "Konina didn't even turn her head." Millions, I guess
If I were smarter, I wouldn't have come at all, "Lingsifeng said with deep emotion.
Al Kahari is the gateway to the mysterious Krach continent. They have only been here for a few hours, and Lingsifeng has already begun to complain incessantly.
A proper city should always be a bit foggy, "he thought to himself. Besides, people should also stay indoors instead of spending all their time on the streets. There shouldn't be so much sand and heat. And the wind here
The scent of Anko Mobock is renowned, and its strong personality is enough to make a seven foot tall man cry bitterly. Al Kahari has its own wind, blowing from vast deserts and several continents near the edge of the world, very gentle but never stopping. In the end, its effect on tourists is similar to scraping potatoes with cheese. After a while, it seems to be able to clean your skin and directly rub your nerves.
According to Konina's sensitive nose, this wind carries a fragrant message from the heart of the continent, including the coldness of the desert, the body odor of lions, the feces of the jungle, and the smell of flatulence in the horned horse's stomach.
Of course, Lingsi Feng can't smell anything. Adaptability is an indescribable thing, and for most Mobock people, even if a feather mattress catches fire five feet away, they still smell something off.
Where are we going next? "He asked," somewhere the wind can't reach
My father once stayed in Kahari for a while when he was searching for the lost city of Eo, "Konina said." I seem to remember he had a high opinion of Funk. It was a kind of marketplace
I think we should just go straight to the second-hand hat stall at home, "Ling Sifeng said." This whole idea is completely
What I hope for is that we will be attacked. This seems to be the most reasonable idea. My father said that it's rare for outsiders to come out alive when they go in for a dip, and he said there are some ruthless killers there
Lingsifeng thought seriously for a while.
Can you tell me again? "He said." When you mentioned that we should be attacked, my ears seemed to be buzzing, and I didn't hear anything from behind
Well, we want to find the criminals here, right
It's not quite accurate to say 'think', "Lingsi Fengdao said." I probably wouldn't choose this word
What would you say
Uh, I think the two words' I don't want to 'can quite summarize my opinion
But you also agree that we need to retrieve that hat
But it's not about sacrificing one's life for it, "Lingsifeng said pitifully." It's not good for anyone. At least not for me
My father always says that death is just sleep, "Konina said.
Yes, the hat told me, "Ling Sifeng said as they turned into a narrow, crowded street with white earthen walls on both sides." But from what I see, it can be difficult to wake up in the morning
Listen, "Konina," this isn't too dangerous. I'm with you
Yes, and you are full of expectations, aren't you? "Ling Sifeng complained. Konina led them into a dark alley, where the group of entrepreneurs who had just entered puberty were still chasing after them. It's all because of that damn righteous ship
Oh, shut up. Just show off your smug expression
That's not difficult, "Lingsifeng repelled a particularly stubborn young entrepreneur." I have a lot of experience. To be honest, I don't want anyone to buy it, you annoying little devil
His gloomy gaze swept over the surrounding walls. Well, at least they didn't have the unsettling paintings on top of them, but the hot breeze still stirred up dust around him, and he was tired of looking at the sand. What he wants are two cool beers, a cold shower, and changing clothes. Afterwards, he may not feel better, but at least he can make his bad feelings slightly more pleasant. But this place probably doesn't even have beer. It's strange that in a cool city like Anko Mobock, people usually drink cool and refreshing beer, while in this place, the sky is like an oven that hasn't been closed yet, and everyone drinks that sticky drink from small cups, making your throat feel like it's on fire. And the buildings here are completely different. And the sculptures in their temple are also very, um, very inappropriate. This is not the place where wizards should stay. Of course, there are also native substitutes here, such as warlocks, but obviously there is no legitimate magic.
Konina walked leisurely in front of him, humming a tune.
You quite like her, don't you? I can tell. A voice in his head said.