The Path of the Master's Development

Everyone at the dining table is still eating hard.

Although it is not as delicious as what Laing makes, but no matter how busy it is in the middle of the night, you still have to eat enough at the clergy school!

George, on the other hand, was able to eat and run on people at the same time, sighing while eating——

"It's really going down in the world. At first, it was the old bastard who deliberately made things difficult, and then the female pastor Guangming who was worried about her husband in her 40s who hadn't graduated yet begged kindly. In the end, the husband who was worried was secretly partnering with my old bastard. I……"

"Forget it, even my little Rhine and poor little Isaac. Take a look, poor little Edward still has traces left by the violent female priest in your school on his face. Little Lucius didn't smile much anymore—it's a good thing that little Xiluta didn't come, otherwise he didn't know what kind of painful lesson he would have encountered... Sigh..."

"I didn't ask you to ask for spiritual compensation. It's good enough. I don't even pay for medical expenses. It's just a waste of being the number one local tyrant organization!"

George Schofield clenched his fists hard.

——Why can’t even food stop your mouth!

Isaac thinks he can't eat anymore.

His skin is not thick enough to eat without changing his face when he may encounter the wrath of the eighth-level adjudicator at any time, especially when he knows that Mr. George is just talking nonsense.

He looked to the side, and sure enough, Rein put down the knife and fork, Lucius still ate twice as much food as the others in a slow and serious manner, and Edward—forget it, in Edward's world, there is no "seeing people's faces" "This kind of thing.

Finally, after this very difficult breakfast (for His Excellency the Archbishop) passed, Schofield had the opportunity to speak: "This attack did not happen by accident. There have been similar incidents in various places recently, and there are not many attackers. , and it was not intended to hurt anyone."

He took out the magic bottle and put it in the middle of the table.

"After discussions with those who were attacked, it was discovered that the targets of these attackers were bottles similar to the magic bottle."

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the magic bottle, as if the magic bottle suddenly released a radiant light—but it didn't.

Lucius: "This kind of shape looks ordinary, and it looks ordinary. How does it look like a low-quality small bottle on the roadside? Is there anything special about it?"

If the magic bottle is conscious, maybe it will be revived by Mr. Xueba's mouth, but no matter it is George, Edward or Rein, they all have a look of... quite agreeing.

After all, this bottle feels like a purple stone, but the best spar gemstones usually have magic power. This bottle obviously has no magic power at all, and it is empty inside...

Empty?

Rein asked tentatively, "Is it because of the contents in the bottle?"

Schofield's eyes turned to George, and George looked at Isaac cryptically—after all, strictly speaking, compared with all the humans sitting here, Isaac was the first to come into contact with the magic bottle.

Isaac shook his head furiously secretly.

—and it was an empty bottle when Orlando gave it to him!

George shrugged. "There was only one bottle of water in the bottle when I got it."

Schofield: "Where's the water? You're not going to drink it, are you?"

"Do you think I'm you, little Jojo?" George spread his hands, "The water is spilled."

"Ordinary water?" His Excellency the Archbishop looked at George suspiciously.

"Well, if there is anything unusual, I suspect it is the sea water of the legendary sea of ​​prophecy in hell."

--Ugh?

Isaac was taken aback.

The Sea of ​​Prophecy?When did the water in the fountain in their house become the water in the sea of ​​prophecy?

Etc., etc!Speaking of which—Isaac suddenly thought of a certain scene from his childhood.

Princess of Hell and Priest Isaac's mother, Mrs. Christophe, lying on the ice collapsed in fascination, sighed: It's too hot, it's too bad for my skin to go to the Sea of ​​Prophecy at this time of year alright!

Mr. Christopher, the father of Grand Duke Isaac of Hell, fanned his wife with a large colorful feather fan in his hand. When he heard his wife sighed like this, he sighed and said carelessly: Then don’t go up!

Mrs. Christopher raised her eyebrows: Don't stop!Keep fanning!If you don't go, what will happen to the foresight technique on the annual demon sacrifice?

Mr. Christopher: ...Anyway, you come back with a bottle of sea water from the Sea of ​​Prophecy every year. The prophecy is done directly there, which means that as long as there is water, it will be fine!

Mrs. Christopher continued to sigh: What you said is easy. The sea water used for divination and prediction must be living water. Once you leave the sea of ​​prophecy, the strength of the sea water will gradually decrease.

After Mr. Christopher was silent for a while, three words came out: dig dig dig!

Cold sweat broke out on Isaac's back—it couldn't be, it's impossible, it shouldn't be... His father really dug the distance between his house and the Sea of ​​Prophecy, and then introduced the sea water into the small fountain in the back garden of their house Bar? !

As long as he imagined that the Grand Duke Christophe was digging ditches in the ground in a hell miner's outfit, Isaac felt his eyes go dark.

He even recalled that there was a time when his father always brought some strange prey home for extra meals—they were all monsters that lived underground that were not common.

——Are those monsters he encountered while digging underground? !

"So this bottle may come from the Demon Race?" Schofield pondered for a moment, "Indeed, if this is the case, it will be closer to the previous guess."

He paused, and spoke again.

"You should all have heard the story of the evil god Timos?"

George and Isaac were taken aback for a moment, and at the same time turned their attention to Rein. The blond young man didn't notice it, as if he was completely focused on the secret of the magic bottle and the attacker last night.

At this moment Edward raised his hand weakly.

"Who is Dimos?"

Everyone immediately looked at Edward with pity: "..."

——Come on!Here is a child without childhood!

"I'll give you a popular science later, and you just listen to it now." Lucius ruthlessly deprived Edward of the right to ask questions, and signaled His Excellency the Archbishop to continue.

Edward, who has neither childhood nor human rights: ...

Overwhelmed by Lucius' ruthless attitude towards his companions like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, Schofield gave "poorly educated" George a hard look before continuing to speak.

It's just that the words are more or less based on the gentleness and selflessness of the clergy who treat everyone equally, explaining Timos' deeds a little bit, so that poor Edward will not be completely incomprehensible.

The evil god Demos is a human being who tries to destroy the world.

It is generally said that this human being whose strength surpassed the gods believed that the world at that time was full of selfishness, indifference, backwardness and ignorance, and had no value in existence at all, so he hoped to create a new world by destroying the world, and he could shape the new world into a beautiful world. world.

However, just like all the evil bosses who suffered from secondary illnesses, Dimos failed in the end. He lost to the sage Lei Senpad who was also a human being.

Like all villains in storybooks, Timos declared his immortality—one day, he will return from the end of death and lead the world to the end.

"Could it be that the evil god really won't die?!" Edward looked at Schofield very excitedly, his eyes sparkling, and he seemed to be a loyal "adventure fever fan" who liked the adventure stories of the brave defeating the devil the most.

However, everyone ruthlessly shattered his fantasy, saying in unison: "I'm dead already."

Timos himself is indeed dead and cannot die anymore. At that time, the sage and the gods joined forces to wash away the imprint of Timos' existence from the depths of his soul—that means that there will be no more people in this world. There may be the existence of Dimos, no matter how many times his soul reincarnates, "Dimos" has nothing to do with this soul in this life.

Total demise.

"However, the power of Timos remained." Schofield looked at the magic bottle in the middle of the table, "That power is too huge, Your Excellency Raisen Pad divided that power into seven parts and sealed it in In seven bottles."

After reacting, Lucius turned his gaze to the bottle.

When he took the words of His Excellency the Archbishop, his eyes lit up obviously.

"The holy silver bottle of the sky clan, the golden bottle of humans, the emerald bottle of elves, the blue sea bottle of water monsters, the purple jade bottle of demons, the crystal bottle of dwarves—the last one left, by The sage personally handled and sealed it, and no one knows its whereabouts."

"About the last bottle, it is recorded in the ancient books of the Light God Sect." Rein said, "After the one sage Leisen Pad divided that power into six pure parts, the last thing left is the most dangerous and the most The powerful power, the irreducible hatred and curse of Dimos, together with that power, are sealed in the 'between reality and illusion' jointly created by the other six bottles."

Everyone loves serious and studious children, and Schofield smiled approvingly at Lucius and Rein.

"Yes, we suspect that the purpose of the attackers is to collect these bottles, unlock the seal of the last bottle, and obtain the power of Timos."

"..."

In the silence of all, George suddenly clapped his hands: "It seems that this commission about the magic bottle will definitely not be settled in the remaining three days. Let's go back and think of other ways! Let's find another student to fill in the hole!"

Isaac blinked: "That's right."

Lein remained silent.

Edward whispered to Lucius to fulfill his promise and tell him the legend about Timos.

So His Excellency the Archbishop exploded: "If you have heard of it, forget it, you people!"

George pretended to yawn: "Running the school well is the right way, little Qiaoqiao, saving the world is better left to other heroes. We are still busy studying how to make ourselves rich and increase our income!"

Schofield gave his old classmate a hard look, and said quickly: "If you are willing to keep the magic bottle, you will complete the mission this time. The God of Light publicly recognizes the legitimacy of the mage's money-making school, and enjoys peace in the federation. Hierarchical treatment like a clergy school."

George immediately turned around and quickly took Scofield's hand with both hands, and said sincerely with an affectionate look: "Please be sure to entrust the magic bottle to me for safekeeping, Your Excellency the archbishop, and I will definitely worship it like the Lord of the Undead , to ensure that no corners will be knocked off!"

His Excellency's response to this was to slowly reach out to pick up the magic bottle, and then slammed the bottle hard into George's face.

"Go away with the bottle, you dark bug!"