I played the world alone

Chapter 145 Mysterious Map
"Is this the clue you were talking about?"

Sweet looked at a yellowed old map in his hand and slowly frowned.

This map looks very old, at least hundreds of years old.

There are a lot of stains on it, such as some spices, some soil, and some oil stains.

The largest piece even occupies half of the area, making it almost impossible to see the words on it.

Fortunately, the overall pattern is not too blurred, and it can still be recognized if you look closely.

"That's right, it took us a lot of effort and price to get it!"

The two brothers shouted loudly, as if to prove their hard work.

"As long as we have this map, we can find the place where the original ancestor was buried and rescue him!"

They said excitedly: "That's right, in this way we are his savior! He will definitely be willing to undo the curse of magic and let us wizards regain their past glory!"

"The glory of the wizard's past?" Sweet raised his legs and gently pinched the kraft paper map in his hand.

"Yes! As long as there is no curse, the power of our wizards will be great and unstoppable!"

They raised their arms and shouted.

"With one spell, we can kill a person, or turn a person into an animal, and do all kinds of unimaginable things! Ordinary people are only worthy of being our slaves..."

They seemed to have fallen into their own emotions and became more and more agitated.

But at this moment, Sweet said indifferently: "Can it block the bullets and missiles of the modern army?"

"..."

The two were dumb for a moment.

Although they haven't really faced it, as far as the spells they know so far, it is far from being able to withstand the firepower of the army.

Not to mention those powerful missiles.

Perhaps the ancestors could do it, but that was already a terrifying power beyond their imagination.

Sweet could probably guess it from their expressions. With a chuckle, he sat up straight, straightened his clothes, and lifted the corners of his clothes, revealing the handle of a pistol.

"Remember, this is not the backward Middle Ages, or even more than 100 years ago. This is the 21st century after the Industrial Revolution and the technological explosion."

"Although the magic of your wizards may be miraculous, it is nothing compared to modern military power."

"You... aren't you here to help us?"

Only then did the two brothers realize the reality, put away their arrogance and prejudice just now, put their hands on the armrests of the chair, and slowly sat down, stammering.

Sweet nodded and shook her head.

"I'm here to help you, but not as a stepping stone. You should know that what we need now is cooperation, not slavery."

"You need to tell me everything you know so I can figure out how to help you."

"Then... this map probably wasn't originally yours either."

The expressions of the two brothers changed slightly.

They looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Correct."

"Stolen? Snatched? Or..." Sweet looked at them.

What the two of them did before made it hard for him not to have doubts.

The two brothers immediately shouted in dissatisfaction: "No, although we are indeed a bit greedy and lustful, we will not do such harmful things!"

"We bought this map from an old lady who is also a wizard!"

"Wizard... Granny?"

Sweet was puzzled.

"Are there many wizards among you?"

"A lot..." the two replied, "Although they don't see many wizards in reality, after all all wizards hide their identities, but they can be seen occasionally on the Internet."

"For example, that old lady, we made an appointment with her on the Internet, and then met her offline."

Sweet thoughtfully, took out the cigar and lit it, took a puff: "Well, it's interesting, let's talk about it in detail."

Each of the two brothers spoke slowly.

"We wizards have a very hidden forum, the kind that search engines can't find at all. We used to know the existence of this forum by accident, and we often chat on it."

"Some time ago, we chatted with that old lady by chance. She told us a lot of unknown secrets, including the ancestor of the wizard, which fascinated us! Later, she offered to make an appointment for an offline meeting time and place, in a cafe under a lot of surveillance."

"You know, although we wizards like to hide ourselves, there are also some bad guys who like to cause damage. We must learn to protect ourselves."

"When we arrived, we found that the old lady was dressed more fashionable than us young people, and she had a lot of famous brands on her body. In comparison, we were like refugees who had fled from the country..."

"Yes, there, she sold this map to us for one dollar, and told us that the founder of the wizard named Rice was sealed here!"

Sweet pondered for a while: "Have you ever thought about why she told you this so kindly and gave you the map?"

It's impossible to be so selfless and wholeheartedly for the great recovery of the wizarding world.

"Of course, we are not fools, we must have doubted it!"

The two brothers puffed out their chests proudly, probably really thinking that they are not fools but smart people.

"She may have some mysterious plan. After all, we can hardly contact her on the forum, so we can only figure out a way by ourselves."

"We also thought that it would be too difficult to find it on our own. And no one knows if there will be any hidden dangers. What if that guy is a pervert and wants to hunt us down?"

"So we came up with a better idea!"

Sweet nodded slightly, somewhat understanding their brain circuit: "So...you found us?"

"That's right!" They giggled, "What could be safer than letting your officials take action?"

"Other wizards are still afraid of cooperating with you, thinking that after you know your identity, will they be sliced ​​for research or tied to a cross and burned."

"But the two of us are not old fashioned, the times have changed, you should not be such ignorant and ignorant guys, we can cooperate completely!"

"That's right, but considering that there may be other wizards blocking it in the future, we also need to take different countermeasures."

Sweet shook his cigar and exhaled lightly.

His eyes fell on the map.

"This place... looks like it should be a cemetery a long time ago..."

I took a photo and sent it to a colleague, then made a phone call.

"In half an hour, I will find the current location on this old map."

(End of this chapter)