Chapter 8 Richard, the old liar

"We didn't know they existed at the beginning?"

"There is no marriage between all races. Except for limited transactions, there is no interference in peaceful coexistence. How can we be bored to inquire about other people's affairs? Humans are in the plains, orcs are in the mountains, the goblin is below, the dragons are in the distant Arctic, and we elves are in the forest, far apart. Until the human land spreads until it is handed over to us.

"And then?"

"Then we found the way of power of the gods, which is the opposite of us. There was a period of time in the history of elves who chose this path, but we found that it was evil, which was not fair to other creatures and even their own races themselves. The majority sacrifices were exchanged for the happiness of the few. This It will make the world full of injustice from the beginning. So we have long banned this kind of magic that we call evil magic, and call the short days we had the Dark Ages. There is an essential conflict of ideas. The aggression of human beings and the ambitions of the gods make it impossible for everyone to coexist. In the end, all races are united under the banner of elves and fought for many years. You know the final result. When he said this, Eurofield's voice was low.

"My king, we will change everything. Although it's difficult, I believe in you.

"No, after so many years of hard work and self-exploration, I have found my own defects. What's more, my body has long been integrated into the mountains and rivers. What exists now is just a part of my spiritual separation in those years. Although I have all the memories, I am born to be crippled."

"What?"

"How can a self-created life be more perfect than the naturally generated between heaven and earth? In fact, I don't have much time. The descendants who flow my blood, Maglin, have a sharp glance. Ha ha, the future is in your hands, under my guidance, and under the experience and inheritance of your parents' martial arts, you will surpass the kings of all dynasties and become a real double practice of magic and martial arts. I explored your body. Although you are a little thin, you are still developing, and the mixture of elves and humans after mixed blood has absorbed the best parts of human and elf genes. Coupled with the grinding of past generations, in fact, your physical quality is the most developed and malleable.

Richard shouted worriedly, "My king, how much time do you have?"

"I don't know. It depends on the fate. However, if you are still in the world, and I wake up to tell you everything I know, and everything left in those years, then everything will be different. All right. Richard, I have to think about it. You can follow your plan first. Be careful of the Holy See. John's descendants are not fools. Maglin, you should also rest early. It's time for you to take the ridiculous apprenticeship examination tomorrow.

"Yes. I'm sorry, my king, I want to ask another question.

"You said."

"If it is not tampered with elf magic, how much stronger will it be than the current magic?"

Judging from Richard's memory and the magic of the basic formula you have mastered, it is at least half less powerful. But it doesn't mean that there are no masters in the world. Those evil guys just enjoy the good things by themselves. The world is an evil world that is born selfish and full of sin and injustice. Oh, let's have a rest. There is still a long way to go. Don't worry for a while, my children.

"Yes."

Maiglin lay in ** but couldn't sleep.

He was carefully asking Eurofield, because Eurofield said that his soul power was running out. He was a little worried, the mysterious and long-term family history, and the heavy mission made the teenager's heart full of excitement and worry, but there was no fear, but now because of Eurofield's words, he is more A little sad.

Three thousand years is a long life span for human beings.

It has been completely sealed in its own world. The lonely years have lasted for two thousand years. In these two thousand years, Europa will definitely think of everything in those years, betrayal and conspiracy, blood and battlefield, a powerful existence that can challenge the gods. The king who once ruled the corps of all races on the earth will really die. Is it?

"Tomorrow is your assessment of the child. In these three years, remember to learn the magic I taught you, where the white light can't shine, outside the power of the Holy See, such as those churches. Remember to protect yourself carefully and keep a low profile. Before you inherit the experience of your parents, I'm really a little worried about you. Because I need to sleep for a while soon.

"Then will you still wake up?"

"Yes, child, have you seen the white tower? Everyone in your memory sincerely praises the boundless magic of John's magician, but do you believe that there is eternal magic in the world? This is impossible. Let me tell you, the light of the White Tower comes from the power of faith of these devout believers day and night on the island of vedic, so he shines forever. John really was determined to get along with the gods.

Maglin didn't say much. He was thinking that all the residents helped John build the White Tower. Under John's leadership, they prayed for the blessing of the gods. The power of faith gathered on the magic array in the White Tower through a special way, and then the White Tower shined, and then people were grateful for the gift of the gods and John's nothing. The mana of the side.

For three hundred years, over the years, people have become more and more devout under the leadership of the priests in the church. They believe everything they hear. What they tell them is a despicable circle. Draw his gods and John so that they deceive all people with fraudulent means, and so on. The world's belief in gods is actually just because of itself.

But they can't think of this at all.

"You're right." Eurofield whispered.

"My king, am I still an elf?"

"The elves and the human race are actually the same ancestors. They have embarked on different paths in the long years. An ancestor left the forest and walked to the plain, so they evolved into human beings. Some of the ancestors stayed in the ancient forest and shared their fate with nature, so they gradually became elves. In the dense forest, we need a keen eye, a sensitive hearing, a vigorous body, and a light skill. Everything evolved because of the bits and pieces of life. Before Genesis, we had a long common age, which is why human beings and elves are the only ones who can live and reproduce.

"So how can the dark elves be so ugly?"

"Because they are like their master."

"Their master?"

"Gods, now you call them gods, and a long time ago, we called them demons. I don't know how they came to this world. Under the temptation of these guys, the two brothers of the same root and species of elves and human beings are fighting like this. Maglin, remember your mission, not It is to restore the glory of the elves, but to save all the creatures who thought they were in happiness. This is very important, do you understand?

"Yes, my king."

"If it is for glory and wealth, and I am the king of elves, what wealth do I need? If it is for the survival of my clan, the gods sent messengers to negotiate with me and give me great power to rule. I am not worried about the survival of my clan, but only to live equally under the same blue sky for this correct belief, we have paid such a heavy price, child, In the future, your real opponent is not the god, but the god who lives in people's hearts! Those are the root causes of evil, pathetic human beings. All right, go to bed. I'm tired.

As Orophil's voice sank, Maglin gradually fell asleep. Richard in another room smashed the crystal heart with a knife handle. Lucian lay on his ** and listened to the master's suppressed humming, worried about the master's body, and the little girl fell asleep in a daze.

Until dawn, she jumped out of bed and hurriedly cleaned up and began to prepare breakfast for the masters.

Maglin walked downstairs energetically and sat down at the table. The little maid looked at her young master with a sweet smile: "Young master, you will surprise those guys today."

Maglin nodded heavily. Richard swayed down after a while and rubbed his chest to show that he had a slight internal injury, but it was not a big deal. Sitting opposite his son, he began to tease his son with the emphasis of the past: "Today, you must put a big fireball to scare them to death, my magician. Son."

"Okay, my lord." Maglin replied with rolled eyes.

Margaret shouted on the edge of the lawn again: "Lucian, come and buy vegetables with me. Isn't Richard dead?"

Lucy said goodbye to the master and the young master with a smile and went out.

Listening to their voices, Maglin squeezed his eyes at his father: "Father, is Aunt Margaret really your first love? I find that she really cares about you.

"When you grow up, you will know that sometimes, in addition to her husband, a woman likes a man who is pure but emotionally ambiguous. In this way, her life is not lonely. I just unfortunately became her prey. Her huge and strong voice made me unwilling to be intoxicated. Oh, my Margaret.

Maglin sprayed a mouthful of milk, and Richard suddenly asked, "How are you, my king?"

"He took a break and said he would contact me again in the evening. Father, I'm going to college. To be honest, I really can't wait.

"Count Richard, is Maglin home?" Suddenly someone shouted outside the house.

Maglin strangely stretched out his head. It turned out to be Count Gife, standing with his son Gaff Jr. Richard came out enthusiastically: "At home, I'm about to go to school. What's the matter, Count Geff, you still send your child to school?"

"I'm taking the magic level 2 exam today."

Count Geff kicked his son gently, looked at Maglin, and said with a smile, "Meglin, will Gaff go to school with you every day in the future?"

Maglin looked at Count Geff in surprise, and Richard smiled meaningfully: "Count Geff is really a good man. Maglin, why don't you thank Count Geoff?

"Let's walk together?"

Richard nodded and walked out with Maglin. The two father and son walked together. The fathers were talking intimately side by side, while the son walked on both sides of the road with a cold face to each other. Count Geff stared back at his son and then said to Richard, "Count Richard, it may be a little presumptuous. I like Maiglin very much. As you know, I'm a warrior who doesn't know magic.

"You say it."

"And the ancestors of the Richards are also famous warriors. There are always some people who can't use magic. Why doesn't Maglin take another way?"

"But he insisted." Richard said with a wry smile, "You know, I'm also good at it. Yesterday, that bastard Sauron was pulled out of his crotch by me, which scared him like that, hum."

and Little Gaff, who was walking behind McGreen, sneered.

No one cared about his voice. His father pretended not to hear him. McGrim disdained to care about him, because at least Count Gev was a good man, and how could the Phantom Warrior compare with these children?

Count Geoff laughed: "I believe that Count Richard is not a simple man."

Li looked at him, rubbed his chest inadvertently, coughed a few times, and then said, "Maygreen, didn't you shout yesterday that you might not be able to pass the magic test to learn martial arts with Count Geff? What do you think?"

"I don't want it, father." It's Gaff Jr. who is talking.

"Are you afraid of losing to me?" It is Maglin who is talking at this time.

Little Gaff blushed in an instant: "What are you talking about?"

"In the past, you brought a group of people every time you fought, but every time I didn't admit defeat. Gev, if you were a real warrior, you should let me be on the same starting line as you. If my father could do martial arts, I would have looked for you all over the ground."

"You, you!"

Count Gif, who stopped and stood aside, smiled softly: "So McGlynn agreed? Well, in the home where you go after school every day, son, Maglin is right. You should fight with people fairly. If you are a warrior, then take Maglin home.

"Okay, father, I'll wait for the day you say it's okay, and I'll definitely beat him all over the floor looking for teeth. I'm sorry, Count Richard. I'm a little rude, but this is what I'm saying.

Richard laughed and motioned to go on.

Along the way, some bridi residents who escorted their children to Clyde College watched Count Gev greet him affectionately, while Richard was not paid attention to it. Occasionly, a few words were also a joke. Everyone was surprised to see the two people walking together, but out of respect for Count Gife, they didn't say anything.

Little Gaff looked at Maiglin proudly and was proud of his father. Maglin ignored his pride and naturally walked to his father. Looking at these, Gev nodded secretly in his heart, looked at his stupid son, and sighed slightly. At the door of the college, the two parents stopped.

After they go in.

Richard suddenly looked cold: "Count Geff, you're joking. What prompted you to make such a decision? Don't tell me that you like my son."

"That's just one aspect." Count Gife said with a smile.

"What about other reasons?"

"I said I wanted to find a support for my son, do you believe it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Meglin is excellent. I don't want to ask and talk too much about everything about you. Everyone has everyone's secret, and curiosity will kill people. But I firmly believe that you are not as superficial as you are, at least you are a wise man.

"Are you sarcastic that I win every time I bet?"

"I can live like you and live so well, at least I can't do it. What's more, from Maglin, I see a kind of rewarding self-improvement. His future will not be simple. I just want to find a real friend for my stupid and self-righteous son. The decision I made comes more from my love for my son. I hope you, Count Richard, will not doubt my motives.

"Thank you." Richard calmed down and smiled, "A few drinks?" You have never drunk in a bar with people like me. In a dirty pub, a group of stinking liars and scum, low-level prostitutes wear cheap lipstick and pungent perfume on your side. This taste is actually very intoxicating, especially when you are drunk.

"Good Richard, haha, after we came down on the battlefield, it tasted worse than this. The dust and blood all over the body, the smell of horse manure and stinky shoes on the ground, and even some vomit of the guy who just went to the battlefield, but we went to bed when we were drunk. I also miss that taste. Let me tell you a secret. When I first went to the battlefield, I was scared to pee in my pants. Many people asked me to pee in my pants at that time. Fortunately, it was okay. Later, all these guys died, thank God."

Richard almost burst into tears with laughter. He put his hand around Gife's broad shoulder and pinched it fiercely: "I'll also tell you a secret. It was yesterday that my Maiglin was able to communicate elements. His boy put a fireball and burned me here."

With that, Richard grabbed his forehead. Gev saw a little mutilation, and Gev couldn't help growing his mouth: "Really?"

"Really. But this boy wants to practice both magic and martial arts, so I wanted to go to your house today to ask you to accept him as a student, haha. Richard smiled proudly, and the little man's tone was at home.

Count Gev smiled helplessly and grabbed his scalp. He whispered, "Magic martial arts double practice?"

"Can't you? My son is excellent. He said today that he would burn the trousers of the damn tutor who despised him. I support him to do so.

"A very kind and persistent little guy, so I don't want to miss him." Giff was talking when Richard suddenly softened, which startled him and quickly reached out to hold him: " Richard, what's wrong with you, Richard?"

"Damn it, Sauron's internal injury, this damn guy." The old swindler struggled to cover his chest and gasped.