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"Can't you just use your hand to push the nail in? How am I supposed to know where you put your hammer?!"
How could you treat your wives like this?
Lan Song frowned, propped himself up on his knees, clapped his hands, walked to a mushroom experimental field, picked up a hammer from the soil, and said:
"Look, isn't this it?"
"Not a buddy." Zerris glanced at the hammer, then at the mushrooms in the field, and couldn't help but shout:
"Your hammer looks so much like a mushroom, how am I supposed to find it?!"
"What do you know? This is setting a good example for the mushrooms in terms of shape; it's very useful!" Lan Song walked back to the flower bed, forcefully hammered the nails into the trellis, and then continued:
"A long time ago, Qing Teng Academy published a paper demonstrating how magical decorations affect the appearance of crops in experimental fields. Ah, if it weren't for the fact that I still have a use for Brother Niu, I'd really like to plant it in the ground too..."
"Are you sick?"
Zerris couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose, take a few deep breaths, shake his head, and was about to leave Lansong's courtyard when he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:
"By the way, you mentioned Norrige earlier. I know she was a lecturer at Green Vine Academy, but what about that little girl you mentioned before that, uh... Silvermoon? Do you know who she is?"
"They seemed to be students of Norrigi. At that time, Marshal Rock was located on the border between Norrad and the dwarven territory. It seems they stayed at the commoners' apprentice school in Marshal Rock for a period of time."
Lan Song recalled the scene from back then and said uncertainly:
"That little girl... hmm, when I think about it, she looks a bit like you?"
"Huh?" Zerris took off his sunglasses, pointed at himself, and loudly complained, "It's not exactly a compliment to say that a little girl looks like an old man like me!"
"Of course it's not her looks!" Lan Song retorted loudly. "How can you tell what a little girl looks like when she hasn't even fully grown up yet! I'm talking about her aura, her aura! Especially in front of the fiery Lord Milute, that Miss Silver Moon seems... uh..."
"What do you mean? Introverted? Shy?" Zerris asked curiously.
Lan Song scratched his head, glanced at Zhelis, and said:
"It seems a bit like your faint sense of death."
"Bullshit!" Zerris cursed. "It's because I'm almost at the pinnacle of my life that I don't have many things I'm eager to do anymore! If I did, I'd probably be like you, happily digging in the mud every day!"
"How is that the pinnacle of your life? Didn't you just say you found a super hot guy to go do diplomacy?" Lan Song asked, frowning.
“Diplomacy…” Zerris gradually calmed down, shook his head and said:
"Do you know why I chose to go into diplomacy when all the other principals in Londia were advocating for a focus on domestic affairs?"
"I don't know," Lan Song said simply.
"Aside from some unwritten collaborations with the Church of the Goddess..." Zerris put on sunglasses, donned a spell cloak, and gazed at the bustling Crown Stake City at midday, saying:
"I only learned about what Mirut was doing back then after she disappeared, and found it to be meaningful, so I started to learn about it and try it out from time to time. I never expected that after more than ten or twenty years, I would become the number one in this field, while Mirut's name would be buried in the dustbin of history along with the dying alien race."
Lan Song touched his bald head, pondered for a moment, went inside and took out the "Elf Research Association" sign, which he then hung on his fence.
“What do you mean by that?” Zerris asked, frowning.
"Even old papers can see the light of day again," Lan Song said with a smile, pointing to his experimental field.
"I have some new varieties of luminous flowers here. Could you take them back to Lundia while you're at it?"
“…Forget it, I don’t want to accept flowers from men.” Zerris looked back at the busy street, adjusted his sunglasses, and said:
"You can keep messing around with your rotten flower field. I want to see when I'll see your name in the London Daily again."
"That probably isn't a good thing, is it?" Lan Song said with a bitter face.
Zerris burst into laughter, pushed open the gate, stepped outside, dusted off his magic cloak, and said:
"gone."
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"Black Hat...what exactly is its purpose?"
Slinger remained outside the inspector's carriage convoy; her ethereal wings fluttered slightly in the sunlight as she nimbly flew among the treetops.
Suddenly, her gaze shifted to a familiar hooded robe not far away, and her eyes widened slightly.
"It's that elven lord..."
Artemis lightly stood on a branch, brushed aside the leaves around her, and gave Slinky a Herod royal salute.
Slinger paused slightly, smoothed his robes, and returned the royal salute.
The half-elf gave a faint smile, waved his hand, and the magic book at his waist quickly flipped to the page for "Tree Leap," and he instantly vanished from his spot.
"What, what is this?"
Slinger opened her mouth slightly, stunned and standing there for a long while before she came to her senses and subconsciously murmured:
"Your Excellency is... issuing a challenge? But I don't have anything that requires me to fight her..."
For some reason, Slinger suddenly recalled the scene of Latis pulling a long branch of Morning Light Flower from behind her. She paused, letting her magic wings, which had already run out of duration, land her on the ground, and then touched the corner of her mouth.
"She seems to be laughing..." She lowered her hand, then suddenly turned around, pulling out an elegant parasol from the dimensional gap and slicing it across the body of the demonic snake that darted out of the grass.
"Although he is just a colleague, I will not back down if necessary."
Slinger deactivated the "Sharpness" spell on the parasol, and with a touch of youthful pride, deftly flicked the monster's blood off the parasol.
Chapter 212 This is a gift from the God of Light!
A fierce wind swept through the entire town of Silverway.
The vendors, as was their custom, immediately packed up their goods and scattered to go home. The tourists who had just entered the town fled into the tavern in a disheveled state. The tavern owner stood at the door, counted the people inside, squinted and peeked out at the empty street, and then closed the door.
The wind, with nowhere to go, swept across the open space in the center of town, squeezing towards the sloping hillside. The blocked pipes beneath the wind-listening platform began to chug and gurgle, as if even underground they were about to be forced to open by the gale.
Norrie frowned slightly, pushed himself up from the pile of books, put on his glasses, walked to the door, and pushed it forcefully—
But it couldn't be pushed open. The gale had already welded the door of the Listening Wind Terrace firmly to the door frame, and not only that, it was also carrying gravel, which continued to bang on the door.
"Fuck..."
Norrige cursed calmly and swayed back into his chair.
If she were twenty years younger, her fiery temper might have caused her to erupt on the spot, channeling all her magic power to unleash a weather-changing spell.
But now that she's old, she's too lazy to even get angry when teaching some of her less intelligent students. Sometimes, when she sees the abstract spells they conjure up, she even wants to laugh.
Perhaps because the runes of "Mage's Hand" are easier to memorize, some young guys will piece together runes from other apprentices' tricks onto "Mage's Hand," resulting in bizarre stitching tricks such as a glowing middle finger, a mage's hand with rubber stick fingers, or magical tricks that should produce small objects but always result in illusory palms.
These are nothing compared to the fact that in this rural area, people's understanding of magic sometimes remains limited to nonsensical things like "can magic be used to make muscles/chest/bull grow bigger?"
However, although Norrige is no longer as short-tempered, she still refuses to admit that perhaps a naive but sensible student from twenty years ago changed her.
“Miss Silver Moon was much more polite than you when she knocked on the door.”
She looked at the flying pebbles outside the window and said with a hint of complaint.
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"He's catching up!"
Latis turned to look at Torso, who was running across the rooftops with a longsword in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
To this day, Torso has not used magic, so he still cannot use the magic radar's overhead view to determine Torso's location and can only observe it with his naked eye from time to time.
"There are houses ahead, and the alleys between the buildings will narrow. I can use that opportunity to escape from his blind spot!"
Latis's hair suddenly stood on end. He instinctively paused, using his powerful body control to twist his back to the limit, dodging several flying stones.
The gravel collided with the uneven ground, turning into a pile of dust. Latis glanced back at Torso, who was swooping down, but instead of forcibly rushing into the alleyway of the houses, he used his combat skills to flip over and hide horizontally at the base of the tavern wall opposite the houses.
"The Mysterious Step!"
The pages of the magic book rustled, and silvery-white mist enveloped Latis's body, instantly teleporting him into the residential alleyway within his sight.
"Flash!"
Latis quickly concealed himself around the corner of the alley, his magic surging rapidly as he instantly squeezed into the dimensional rift.
As he watched the rubble swept through his body by the gale, Latis breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his hood.
"That should make Torso lose track of me. Tsk, his superiors actually ordered him to kill me? Now his stance is clear."
He pondered for a moment and said:
He sounded somewhat reluctant, perhaps he hadn't expected his superior's request either. I wonder what the reason was...
Latis suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, and heard the sound of something falling to the ground. He quickly cleared his mind of his confusion and looked up to see Torso!
However, although Torso found this place unexpectedly, he did not seem to have expected that Latis would be hiding in the interdimensional gap at this moment.
He looked puzzled, glanced around, and muttered:
"strangeness……"
Torso shook his head, thought for a moment, sheathed his longsword, stretched out his arms horizontally, tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and whispered:
"Wind, tell me his whereabouts..."
"No, what are you doing?"
Latis stared blankly at Torso's rambling actions, and was about to make a comment when the glow of "Flash" on his body suddenly dimmed, and a feeling of pressure suddenly came over him.
He was terrified and tried to pry open the folds of the plane for a while, but he was still inevitably pulled out by the dimensional gap.
As Torso was feeling the flow of air, he suddenly felt a strange blockage in front of him. He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and met the wide eyes of Latis.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and even the wind subsided.
"..."
Latis adjusted the high collar of his coat and twirled the sledgehammer in his hand twice.
Torso slowly lowered his arms and subconsciously touched the hilt of his sword, but seemed to feel a little embarrassed, so he released the hilt and rubbed his hands together.
"...Well, that's a good pose," Latis chuckled awkwardly, trying to make conversation.
“Thank you, your outfit is very fashionable too…” Torso said, then suddenly came to his senses and looked at Latis’s unremarkable hooded coat, his eyes twitching slightly.
Both of them realized they couldn't say anything nice, and they both shut their mouths.