Chapter 25 Yuchen's Conjecture

Moreg

In the summer, the sunrise was getting earlier, and it was not long before I fell asleep. The eastern sky was already white. Yuchen rubbed his sleepy eyes. The amazing routine he had always maintained had developed the habit of waking up at sunrise, so he dragged his tired body through the porch and the room on the other side. Inside, Xi'er and Lada were sleeping freely. Yuchen smiled and did not intend to disturb the rest of the two. They just washed up and walked straight out.

At the door, Torresta was ready to go. The two looked at each other and smiled. Torresta didn't say much, but greeted his own guard, followed him, lined up a long guard, and walked out of the door. Looking at the direction, it is obviously to go to the Knight's Tower.

The knights were all shining, full of energy and full of momentum. Such a team went out and looked at Yuchen with admiration.

Nearly half an hour has passed when all the team left the Solomon's house, thanks to the neat and fast pace of the knights, otherwise I don't know how long it will take for such a large team to walk through the long main road of the Solomon's house. The kilometer distance, when Yuchen first came here, was scared by this luxurious land. Thinking about it, it was a road, which was much more than the village he used to live in.

Straight out of the gate, Yuchen waved to the opposite side of the street in the sound of congratulations from the gatekeeper all the way.

At this time, Jamil has been waiting there for a long time and doesn't know what his structure is. He stayed up later than himself yesterday, but now looks energetic and energetic.

"Hey, I've been waiting for a long time. Let's go. There are a lot of things you need to do today." With a smile, Yuchen greeted and walked over.

Jamil sighed helplessly: "I don't understand what's going on now."

"Speak while walking." After saying that, Yuchen took the lead and left, and Jamil had to keep up. Although there were many things he didn't understand, since Yuchen said so, he had no room to complain.

Shuttle through the wide streets of Moreg and easily avoid the bustling crowd. It is one of the busiest times of the day. People who are busy with their lives in the sun to work, live and study, and everything is as crowded as usual.

Enter through an alley in the shopping street, turn a few corners, and then come to Sloven Square.

In the early days, many art lovers came to admire the works of former masters, or were surprised. Some of them took out painting tools and began to copy them. Some good artists set up stalls here and sold their works.

A peaceful scene.

Finding a rather quiet corner, Yuchen greeted Jamil to sit down.

"Hey, do you want to ask me to see these things?" Jamil said with a wry smile that as a member of the elves and pursue an elegant life, he naturally likes these works of art. As himself, he is also a highly accomplished painter, but when he comes here at such a time, he gives him only one feeling, that is, strange.

Yes, it's weird, especially after seeing Yuchen's mysterious smile, this strange feeling is even stronger.

"Jamil, you should know Roman, right?" Yuchen looked around and asked.

"Roman? What do you mean?

"That Roman Alex." Yuchen nodded and smiled, "Be honest, I have too little information. As one of the strongest mages of the elf clan, I don't know what you know about him."

"Um..." After frowning and meditating for a long time, Jamil seemed to be sorting out his thoughts. After a long time, he said, "This is difficult to tell you accurately, because for me, I only met him a long time ago. That time I went to Harlan to report and study as a new mage, just in time for Roman's retirement. Hugh, he was ready to travel and live. Before that, he had been hanging with Harlan's honorary principal for many years.

Jamil smiled and seemed to return to the young years in the past. Although he knew that Jamil was very old, he could not see any signs of aging on the surface. He was still in his thirties. When Yuchen heard Jamil say these words that he lamented the vicissitudes of the world, he just felt funny and squeezed Mouth, signaling Jamil to continue.

"At that time, that guy was very old, almost 100 years old." Jamil laughed and said, "It's such a long beard, and the beard is all white." With that, he pulled his right hand to his abdomen and framed his left hand on his chin to indicate the length of his Roman beard.

"But..." Jamil's tone turned, "Although he looks so old, I don't see any traces of time on him. He gives me the feeling that he is full of energy and vitality like a man."

"Well, this is the point. If the estimate is correct, at the age of human martial arts, there are few people who can live to hundreds of years old, and the mage is weak, but because he has mastered too many elements, even if he can rely on elements to make up for it to prolong his life, it is only 200 years old at most. In your description, Roman is nearly 100 years old, but he still doesn't feel a little old. Of course, this is not in line with the normal laws of nature. As Yuchen analyzed, he waved his hand and motioned Jamil to continue.

Jamil smiled and said, "The last time I got his news was in the winter of 2426, when he went to the far north, and then there was no news of him. The inside of the mage Tower was that he was accidentally in the process of visiting ancient ruins and fell into the endless abyss, but the news was blocked. There seems to be some secrets in it, but according to this news, Roman's death should be a certainty.

Yuchen nodded. As Roman Alex's side, the orthodox saying is that he was involved in the battle between the Oslo Empire and the Golden Empire at that time during his trip in 2426. At that time, the abuse of magic was unrestrained. The two countries sent powerful mages respectively, and Roman, because in order to stop the two The country tried its best to integrate magic and use its own body as the medium to create the legendary dark abyss. The huge black hole absorbed the magic of the two countries bombarded each other and avoided a devastating disaster. As the center of the casting medium, Roman was also sucked into the black hole and left this forever. The world.

This history has been used as an anti-war textbook and recited from generation to generation, and mass destruction of war magic has also been explicitly banned since that war. At that time, the highest order of the master tower prohibited the magician from participating in the war, otherwise it would be regarded as a betrayal of the magic world and be chased by the mage tower breaking the demon group for life until his death.

At the beginning, some mages participated in the war under the bemagogue of major forces, ignoring the order of the mage tower. Subsequently, the iron fist-like execution means of the mage tower quickly cleaned up these mages who violated the mage tower order. Forced the huge deterrence of the mage tower, and the major forces had to declare compromise and sign The agreement on the Anti-Proliferation of Mass Destruction.

However, since the information inside the mage tower disappeared in the far north, it means that Roman did not die in the war, and the so-called death due to the war is purely a history fabricated by the mage tower to expand the influence of the treaty.

History is always written by the winner, as Jeremiah wrote in that famous novel: "History books represent the views and revisions of the history of the winners."

"I have a hypothesis." After listening to Jamil's narration, Yuchen nodded and said.

"What is it?"

"If... if Roman is not a human, then can he live to this day?"

Jamil pondered for a moment and said affirmatively, "He is not an elf. I'm sure that there is no sign of life mana on him."

"I didn't say it was an elf." Yuchen smiled and said casually, "What if he is a warcraft?"

"What?"

Jamil stood up in shock. This was a completely new hypothesis, completely out of the assumption of normal thinking. He frowned and tried to recall everything at the beginning. It seemed that he wanted to find some clues to prove Yuchen's conjecture, but the time passed too long and only came to his mind. It's some fragmentary vague fragments.

" Sit down, sit down." Jamil's sudden jump scared the people around him and looked at him one after another. Yuchen, who didn't want to attract attention, quickly motioned Jamil to sit down.

"It's almost time for him to come over."

Hong En dragged his tired body to Slovin Square, followed the teachings of Lord Roman, and began to create great works against the light of the sun every day... Of course, this is just his own understanding.

However, even so, his spirit of hard work still infects every artist in Slovenian. Whether he has been rooted here for a long time or a newcomer, he is extremely familiar with him. As soon as he saw him, someone said, "Mr. Hong En is also here?"

"Good morning, Mr. Hong En."

With a sluggish greeting and saying nutritious jokes, Hong En set up an elevine.

Last night, at the request of Lord Roman, he deliberately ran out of the city overnight, collected some moss from the cliff feet, ran around until the morning, and came here without even sleeping.

"Lord Roman's enemies are so dangerous that I can't show any discord." While talking to himself in a trance, he spread the canvas.

"What kind of enemies are there?"

A sound comes from the back of the side.

"It's nothing, but because what the adults know is too dangerous, some dangerous enemies that even adults don't know are ready to harm him. The situation is very bad." After pounding the back of his head, Hong En said in a daze.

"Don't care what he said." A painter standing behind Hong En smiled and said, "He is often like this. Every time he gets drunk the night before, he talks nonsense. He is the most loyal crowd of Lord Roman Alex."

Yuchen nodded, smiled kindly, and asked the man, "Roman Alex? The father of a modern mage?

"That's right." The man snapped his fingers and smiled, "In our art world, Lord Roman's status is also extremely high. So far, there are many artists who imitate Lord Roman's style. Mr. Hong En is the best of them."

"Oh." Yuchen suddenly realized, "So it is."

With that, Yuchen suddenly patted Hong En on the shoulder. Seeing the two talking, the painter also turned his head and continued to sketch.

"Who is it?" Hong En turned his head with excitement, but immediately, his vigilance instantly turned into a friendly smile.

"Mr. Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time."