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The world seems to have changed, but it doesn't seem to change.

The book is no longer in the place where the library is. Maybe the later generations did not rebuild the library, or the book is no longer worth keeping in the library.

When he thinks of the library, Ji Mo still remembers the scene where the large tracts of books turned into smoke and dust, dreamy and poignant, revealing a certain sense of broken beauty.

But now, where he is, there is a small room, which looks like some kind of remodeled storage room. The place is not very small, but there are a lot of things piled up there, making it difficult to stay. On the shelf, various things are piled up in a mess. This kind of stacking is not very scientific, so you can see that many places are protruding, or there is no sense of balance as if they are pieced together.

May fall at any time.

Thinking like this, Ji Mo focused his attention on one of the wooden boxes, where the book was located, he could clearly feel it, but he obviously didn't intend to adjust his sight to the box, to see what was there. What a mess.

It must be a mess. Just by looking at the outside, you can tell how bad the owner of the room is at organizing things.

"Jamie, listen to me, being a magician is really a good profession. We can go to church schools and go together."

"That's you, my talent is so poor, it's impossible to get attention, you are different, you go, don't come to me again, we won't be partners anymore."

The little boy named Jamie pushed open the door here, and without waiting for the people outside to follow, he closed the door directly, shutting people out, and he didn't go inside himself. Squat down there against the door, and only the small sector is absolutely empty.

"Jamie, don't be so discouraged. I heard that many clergy don't use magic very much. They just need to be devout. Only devoutness can give us higher power. Don't you want to? Worm Army? "

The boy outside was knocking on the door. Ji Mo was stunned for a moment by the new words heard from the knocking on the door. Did he understand correctly, "Insect Army"?Immediately, he thought of those human beings who wore standard armor but didn't look like normal people he saw last time.

Is it them?

However, no one gave him any answers. After 1000 years, even if it seemed abrupt at the time, if it existed all the time, it would become a kind of normal and be accepted by people.

Just guessing from the boy's words, is the bug army created by the church?

Ji Mo wondered if it was the kind of bug he created, but he felt that it was unlikely. It is impossible for a creature to evolve so fast, but what if there is magic?

Jamie was unmoved, the knock on the door stopped after a while, and the boy left, Jamie buried his head in his arms, very much resisting going outside again, this small room seemed to be a Even the sundries that make people nowhere to stay have taken up most of the space, giving him a certain sense of security.

Ji Mo looked at him, at the top of his hair, brown hair with a little curly hair, this is a little boy with freckles and a childish face, is it a child's dream?

If the Master Magician was here, he would probably use mocking words to comfort him at this time.

[Please select the time, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years, 5000 years...]

"2000."

The light door opened again. This time, Ji Mo obviously felt that the difficulty of opening the door had increased a lot. If it was said that the door could be opened to the end before, then this time it only opened half of it, and it was still the half that could be closed at any time.

"Magic is useless!"

"It's useless, it can't save us at all!"

A man roared and began to destroy the books. His action was very fast. Among the books destroyed by him, Ji Mo, who squeezed through the door, saw the book he wrote at a glance. It was already a very old book and it was not complete. As many books were thrown up, it also dropped a lot of pages, and the remaining ones looked like they were about to fall apart at any time.

The rope through the book, as well as the glue on it, should have failed.

Even if Ji Mo once ingeniously painted a layer of fine powder from the magic stone on a certain page of the magic circle, hoping to make the magic circle effective, but obviously, if the time is too long, everything may fail.

Subconsciously, Ji Mo wanted to catch the book, but it was useless. There was a fire on the ground, which was not a suitable scene for smashing books. There was a river not far from the fire. There is also a lot of snow, dead branches, snow fields, rivers that have not been frozen, and tattered clothes that can still see a certain sense of style.

"The Church lied to us!"

"The priest lied to us!"

"The magic tricked us!"

"They're all liars! Liars! Liars! Liars!"

The high-pitched voice was more angry than the other, and the vague voice seemed to have some kind of thunderous lowness. After it came out of the abdominal cavity, it had the excitement of beating drums, as if it was going to fight and fight to the death...

Who are they?

Ji Mo had such doubts, but he didn't have time to guess. The pages of the book were scattered, and the scattered pages were scattered on the snow, on the dead branches. The largest part, the ones that had not been completely scattered, fell into the fire Among them, sparks splashed.

The little sparks happened to fall on the nearby pages, and the lonely pages soon bloomed like red flowers, some of which were blown up by the wind, as if the flowers also bloomed in the sky, and after the red burned out, they became gray-black Butterflies, flying down.

It also seems to be some kind of filthy and frightening existence, falling on the white snow.

It’s over.

There's nothing left.

Ji Mo thought this way, he didn't even have time to look at the messy objects on the side, and the boxes where the books were placed, he was forced to stop watching this time.

When the anchor point does not exist, it is like a spring that has lost its tension, and quickly retracts. Unlike the spring, it will immediately reset when it retracts this time, and there will be no chance to jump up and watch Look at the things in these time nodes.

Ji Mo, who is already used to this kind of feeling, thought while experiencing this feeling, the time point this time did not meet any good timing, and he did not see anyone studying the book he wrote. Then, his book The book, together with some other books that don't know when, became the funeral objects of the fire.

"What is flammable will always burn, and what is perishable will always be destroyed. Races that are not favored by longevity will eventually die. No one can escape, and no work can last forever. What can be remembered is probably the one that borrowed Some kind of connotation conveyed by each work."

"In this world, what is conveyed by the books recording magic is magic, all fantasies about magic, all the magnificence that magic can provide, and all the future discovered by magic..."

[Main task: Magician. 】

[Current progress: the first stage of the exam - passed (grade: excellent). 】

[Whether to carry out the second stage of study? 】

"Yes."

Ji Mo opened his eyes, the setting sun outside the window was coming in from the window, falling on his face, a little dazzling, he raised his hand to block it, his body was still young but not so healthy, he could see stripes on the back of his hand The blue blood vessels are as vivid as the inherent traces.

Even though he was thin, he was strong enough. Ji Mo sat up straight, just to avoid the oncoming sunlight, and was about to get up when he heard the sound of the door being opened.

"The Earl wants to see you."

The butler said this to Ji Mo, his eyes were a little worried, he naturally knew who Ji Mo killed.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Saying this, Ji Mo sat up. He didn't put on his home clothes, but just took off his outer coat. That's fine. When he goes out, he just needs to put on his coat again. The cloak-like coat has its own hood. He put it on when he went out, and the brim of the hat drooped covered his forehead, and the shadows left behind blocked his eyes, so that people couldn't see the upper half of his face, only the pale chin was exposed.

"I admire you very much."

The Earl is a rather heroic man. He is already very old, but perhaps thanks to the good maintenance effect of the potion, he doesn't look that old. Even in terms of body shape, he can still feel what an adult man should have. sense of power.

"Thank you for your appreciation."

Ji Mo said politely, some kind of intuition made him guess why the Earl asked him, and also guessed what he was afraid to ask him to do.

And the result was not unexpected.

There was a slight smile on Ji Mo's lips. When he walked out of the Earl's mansion, he looked up at the sunset glow all over the sky. The weather is very good!

Unfortunately, he will not do as the Earl wishes.

He is willing to spend his time avenging the Lord Magician, but it does not mean that he is loyal to the earl and is willing to work hard for his wish. Why?

"The last day should belong to me."

Thinking like this, Ji Mo walked in this aristocratic neighborhood, and the vines that climbed the iron railings bloomed elegant flowers, pink, white, yellow, red... They seemed to be watching. People passing by this street, this kind of flower raised by magic is very distinctive, and some of them have their own unique imprint, as if the family's coat of arms is engraved on the petals.

very beautiful!

Ji Mo slowed down, admired it for a while, and then experienced the smell of fireworks in another block. It was a place where the middle class lived. Traders struggling to maintain their appearance.

This world is beautiful.

Ji Mo came to a certain cabin in the suburbs. This is his specially prepared sleeping place. It is not difficult to set up the delay fire device. Then, he lay on the bare wooden bed, closed his eyes, and enjoyed what death should have. Quiet, silently bid farewell to this world - goodbye!