Chapter 922
How did you find me? I'd like to ask you.
Chapter 922 How did you find me? Please tell me.
In the Witch's Kitchen, at Golden Crown Mountain, the Moon Ring Witch of the Rose Council found the Brandy Wizard and handed him the documents she had.
The brandy wizard looked at the documents in his hand with an incredulous expression.
He swallowed hard.
The Moon Ring Witch said, "After careful consideration, I believe you are the most outstanding among the younger generation of Mount Golden Crown, so I have chosen you as the best candidate for our Rose Council. I have entrusted this project to you."
The brandy wizard was extremely enthusiastic.
"Thank you, sir. I will definitely get the top-tier grant. Thank you for your trust in me."
The Moon Ring Witch remained expressionless, a smile on her face, but her eyes held a coldness.
'There's no other way; we have to choose the tallest among the short.'
'My original targets were Zeno and Augustine, but unfortunately, neither of those wizards was willing to continue the conversation. Even if I praised him so much, a dead pig might fly. Oh well, it was just a few words anyway.'
The Moon Witch looked at the Brandy Wizard and said, "There's something I want to know. I saw in your file that you're involved in an incident two years ago where a researcher from the Institute of Truth left the institute. I want to know—did you actually do that?"
The brandy wizard's smile froze instantly.
"I……"
The Moon Ring Witch glanced at him. "You don't need to say anything. Since you react this way, I know what happened. I don't care about this matter. In our Rose Council, if someone can't even keep track of their own data in the laboratory, then it's clearly their own incompetence, and they can't blame anyone else."
The brandy wizard breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're so kind. I'll do my best and make sure I get the top scholarship this year."
After the Rose Council witch left, he immediately stood up and let out a long breath. Looking at the documents in his hand, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Zhuoma, I have won in the end."
"I won."
"With this information, no genius can stand against me. This is the complete project that the Sun Ring Wizard gave me, hahaha... Zeno and Augustine will not be my match."
The brandy wizard burst into laughter, as if he hadn't felt this carefree in a long time.
He stopped laughing halfway through and realized what was happening, activating the soundproofing magic array in room number 1.
……
In the replay of history, Locke's use of the replay of history on the souls in the supernatural purgatory is equivalent to using the replay of history on the supernatural purgatory itself.
This undoubtedly increases the simulation of Locke's historical echoes.
Locke's historical spiritual energy, comprised of 20,000 magical pressures within the fake tomb of the Three Cave Worlds, was fully functioning, helping him process the negative energy particle field information, with ripples appearing one after another above the supernatural purgatory.
This is equivalent to adding a virtual scene of the historical reproduction of the supernatural purgatory on top of the wizard's secret realm of supernatural purgatory, that is, adding a virtual world on top of the secret realm.
Seeking illusion within illusion.
At this moment, the magic array stones on the ground of the Longevity Peach Garden reacted, and bolts of magical lightning appeared, leaving Antoine, who was guarding the supernatural purgatory magic array, stunned.
"Strange, why did the pressure of the inherited witch array suddenly increase by a third?"
"Forget it, we can just draw on the celestial fire magic energy from Mount Golden Crown and bring over the magic tide concentration gradient."
The entire supernatural purgatory is actually just a fluctuating space created by a inherited witch array.
This is their ultimate laboratory for mechanics, a place where they have been researching for thousands of years—exploring how to shape a world using waves!
That is, a world of fluctuations!
At this moment, in the supernatural purgatory, within the magical model of history reenactment, Locke walks through a colonial world that is very similar to the wizarding world.
This is a small-scale plane.
Although it is a relatively rare life-bearing plane among small-scale planes, it has given rise to relatively complex life forms, including a werewolf clan and a civilization that is roughly in the medieval stage.
But this is still a small plane.
It is extremely small; compared to a medium-sized world, this small world is almost equivalent to an island.
Locke looked at the center of this historical reenactment spell model, which was the werewolf demon he had seen before.
This historical reenactment spell model was created by himself using the negative energy particle field information that resonated with the travelogue in his hand, and was supported by his own historical agility.
Therefore, the main character inside this spell model is the demon-level infernal creature from the supernatural purgatory, the werewolf.
However, at this point, the werewolf should still be a real living being.
Locke looked in the direction of the werewolf.
This is probably a rural area, with few people and buildings. There are only a few stone houses in the village, and next to them are some simple livestock pens, which seem to be where the villagers live.
The werewolf was not wearing a double-breasted black military uniform or the iconic military cap that would later become his signature. He was simply dressed in coarse cloth, and a wound of unknown origin stood beside his triangular eyes.
The werewolf, dressed in coarse cloth, knelt at the entrance of a village and said, "Please teach me magic, teacher."
“I come from a very far-off village. Teacher, I have heard your legend from far away. They say you have magic and that you are happy to teach your magic to others.”
"Teacher, I've heard that your rule for teaching magic is to see if it suits your taste."
The werewolf boy villager was on the ground, kowtowing to the stone gate.
"I want to learn your skills."
“My family are outsiders in the village. The villagers bully us. The village chief’s family orders us around all day, making us work for him, but they don’t pay us anything and expect us to be grateful to him.”
"Teacher, I want to learn magic from you so I can protect myself."
There seems to be a wizard inside the stone building.
Locke stood with his hands behind his back, feeling as if the wizard inside the stone building was also observing him.
Although there was a wall separating the two, and although the other person was simulated by the History Recreation Spell, the other person seemed to have seen him, and their gazes collided across the wall.
Locke realized it was a historical aggression.
The interplay of their historical backgrounds made both of them aware of each other's existence.
Locke looked at the werewolf king in his youth, and realized that he had indeed met the author of the travelogue through the negative energy particle field on his body.
Locke eagerly awaited the opening of the stone house. According to history, the Demon King Werewolf should have learned from the wizard Maxwell, which is why he was brought into the wizarding world and died near Mount Golden Crown. As a result, his soul was captured by the supernatural purgatory, fell into it, and transformed into the Demon King.
Will I be able to catch a glimpse of the true face of this mysterious archaeological wizard who left his name in the abyss ruins?
Locke couldn't help but be curious.
From inside the stone house came a voice that had clearly been altered by magic.
Locke was speechless.
The archaeological wizards are all too cowardly.
This personality trait was likely inherited from the founder.
No, this is a small-scale world. The magical pressure in this small-scale world is only four or five times higher than that of an ordinary second-ring wizard, and two or three times higher than that of a star-ring wizard.
In such a world, one must even use magic to muffle one's voice when trying to speak with a mere mortal.
Locke knew that this was absolutely something that had happened in history.
Although historical reenactment can use existing elements to deduce world history, under its current control, its historical reenactment spell model is basically just faithfully following the development of past history.
Of course, the longer history unfolds and evolves, the weaker one's control becomes.
As we move further back in time, the elements become more complex, making it increasingly difficult to control the situation and ensure it unfolds exactly as it did in the original history.
Locke is able to achieve this level because of the historical aura created for him by his ancestor; otherwise, he would never have been able to use the Historical Recreation Spell to do this.
At this moment, the wizard inside the stone house spoke up: "You should leave. You are not suited to learn my magic."
"Your motives are impure."
"Magic is a... useless skill. If you want to learn magic to protect yourself and your family, then you are not suited to learn my magic."
The werewolf boy got up from the ground, his eyes filled with confusion.
Useless learning?
Why bother learning things that are useless?
At this moment, Locke immediately confirmed one thing: the wizard Maxwell was the wizard of Yunze Wetlands!
Even if wizards from other wizarding lands might emphasize the usefulness of the seemingly useless, they would never hold such an extreme view as to consider magic a useless science.
Only the shamans of Yunze Wetland, because they are too pragmatic, tend to pursue things they don't actually have in their speech—the uselessness of uselessness.
The entire Yunze Wetland loves to claim that it is pursuing useless magic, but in reality, they are all caught in a cycle of life and death.
In other wizarding lands of the wizarding world, it's rare to find a wizard who would casually declare magic a useless science.
Locke also confirmed that the wizard Maxwell five hundred years ago was probably just an ordinary second-circle wizard, at least when he was active in the Golden Crown Mountain region.
Because his actions in this small world are too much like an experiment with the power system he designed, and an attempt to enhance his understanding of his own power by spreading civilization.
Locke knew that many wizards would learn about their own power by teaching others magic in the endless void, because in teaching others, they would delve into their own power system.
This custom did not begin in the Enlightenment era; there is much evidence to suggest that it existed in much earlier times than in wizarding civilizations.
Locke frowned as he watched the werewolf return dejectedly.
He accelerated the recurrence of history, and the next day the young werewolf king returned, kneeling before Maxwell's door and once again begging Maxwell to teach him magic.
The young werewolf said to Maxwell, "Master, I want to learn magic so I can go back to the village and punish the bad guys. I want to learn magic."
"Please teach me magic."
Inside the stone chamber, the wizard Maxwell seemed rather helpless. "Why are you here again? I've told you before, you lack conviction and are completely unsuitable for learning magic. If you were to learn magic, it would only be a disaster for you."
"If something is not meant to be yours, don't force it."
The next day, the young werewolf once again left dejectedly, like a stray dog. The village's little werewolves pointed at his forlorn departing figure and laughed, singing nursery rhymes to mock him.
Locke stood on the hillside beside the stone house, observing the scene with a detached eye.
At this point, he could actually risk rushing into the stone house and meeting the wizard Maxwell, but considering that the other party was also an archaeology wizard, he should probably avoid such a risky move.
We should wait for history to repeat itself, trying not to change any of the elements, so as to maintain our historical reenactment spell model to the greatest extent possible.
After all, this is the space inside his own spell model.
Maintaining this environment is maintaining one's own magical power, while presiding over the historical sequence is able to maintain one's own historical reenactment spell model.
Locke accelerated the recurrence of history.
On the third day, the young werewolf king knelt before the stone building once again. He shouted to the wizard inside the stone building, "Teacher, in order to show you my determination and my belief, I have decided to kneel before you every day, as long as you can teach me magic."
There was no sound inside the stone building.
Next, Locke accelerated the reenactment of history, and sure enough, every day thereafter, the young werewolf knelt in front of the stone house before dawn.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter...
A year passed, and he did almost nothing except for the necessary work to earn money to feed himself. He knelt in front of the house every day, begging to learn magic from the wizard Maxwell.
He was so determined.
He gradually learned about human relationships and social customs. He no longer knelt empty-handed in front of the door; instead, he carried a gift for his teacher—a jar of the finest wine from this small world.
A year and a half has passed, and the young werewolf's face has become even more weathered.
The young werewolf king stubbornly stared at the stone building.
"Teacher, I will not leave until you teach me magic."
"Teacher, I want to learn magic. My desire to learn magic will never change. That is my mindset."
"Teacher, I want to learn magic to uphold justice."
A sigh suddenly came from inside the stone building.
The Demon King Werewolf looked up in surprise.
"teacher?"
Sounds came from inside the stone building.
“I conducted an experiment. I imitated the wizards of the Enlightenment era and taught magic to others for free. But through my experiment, I found that... in the short term, the act of spreading magic knowledge for free seems to give rise to a world-destroying demon.”
"The long-term outcome is still unknown."
"Furthermore, the sample size of this experiment is still too small. I need to conduct similar experiments in more worlds. Regarding historical knowledge, I have never believed that simply reading and examining past events constitutes studying history."
“Completing social experiments that were not finished in the past is also a way of studying history. Archaeology should not only focus on reconstructing the past, but also use past methods to predict the future, in order to reconstruct a ‘path that did not happen’.”
'We want to test historical variables within a controlled civilization, to see how things would have developed if the wizarding civilization hadn't undergone the Enlightenment.'
Locke vaguely sensed that the other party was pioneering a completely new path.
He rubbed his temples, but based on his previous logic, the other party was most likely just an ordinary second-circle wizard at this stage.
Can an ordinary second-circle wizard forge a new path?
The young demon king werewolf raised his head and asked, "Teacher, what do you mean? I don't understand. Are you willing to accept me as your student?"
"Teacher, I can kneel here for a thousand days, ten thousand days, just to be accepted by you."
A snicker came from inside the stone building.
"And now they're clinging to me."
"But if I kill you now, where will you find a thousand days? Ten thousand days? Can a person threaten another with something they don't have?"
The young demon king werewolf was stunned.
Inside the stone building, the wizard spoke: "My eyes always bother me, because I can always foresee the future of others. Alas. Perhaps it's not a problem with my eyes, but rather that my historical acumen is simply too high."
"Fine. But let me tell you, if you want to uphold justice and fairness, that means you have to be responsible for judging right and wrong. And what gives you the right to judge the right and wrong of others?"
The young werewolf demon king hesitated, unable to say anything.
The door to the stone building opened.
The wizard said, “You may come in now. I originally intended to let you go, but you refused to let yourself go. Since that’s the case, and you wish to learn magic, then I will teach you.”
The door opened, and Locke looked up sharply at it.
He knew this was a critical juncture.
With my current historical agility, is it possible to see the true face of the opponent through this historical reenactment spell model?
This is a legendary archaeological wizard who could toy with the Tower of the Black Sun, and after seeing the truth of history, still manage to escape unscathed.
The werewolf king pushed open the door and entered.
His actions also allowed Locke to look inside the doorway.
But the next moment, Locke couldn't help but feel disappointed, because the Demon King Werewolf was excitedly bowing to a wizard sitting in a seat inside the door, but in Locke's eyes, there was no wizard in that seat at all.
It seems that some powerful magic has forcibly interfered with the reenactment of its own history.
Based on his own deduction, this Maxwell wizard was probably just an ordinary second-circle wizard at this moment, and his magic pressure might not even be as high as his own.
Normally, he shouldn't be unable to appear in this historical re-enactment spell.
Of course, it's also possible that my deduction about his current magic level is wrong.
However, if his current magic level is very high, then I might not be able to use the History Replay Spell to reach this point.
In other words, based on the current situation, my inferences are most likely correct.
At this moment, the Demon King Werewolf kowtowed and knelt before that seat.
He seemed to become very happy.
The Demon King Werewolf looked at the empty seat with excitement and said, "Teacher, so this is what you look like. For more than a year, I've been imagining what you look like."
"I never expected you to look like this."
"Teacher, thank you for teaching me magic. I will study hard. I promise you, I will obey your every word."
He kept kowtowing to the empty seat in Locke's eyes.
At this moment, Locke could not even hear what the wizard Maxwell was saying. It was as if he had completely disappeared from this history. But although his words and his image had disappeared from this history, his cause and effect remained.
the reason is simple.
In this historical fragment constructed around the werewolf's memories, if the wizard Maxwell were to completely disappear, the entire historical fragment would utterly collapse logically.
Therefore, in order to preserve this history, even though Maxwell's image and voice have disappeared, the young werewolf demon still seems to be speaking to the wizard Maxwell as he enacts this history.
Locke frowned. He had gone through all that trouble to get here, not to see this.
At that moment, he took out something.
A picture book.
Historical Illustrated Guide!
Suddenly, the historical atlas lit up with magical light, and then beams of magical light transformed into shooting stars that flew towards the empty space in front of the chair.
The silhouette of a person appeared on the chair.
Thanks to the historical atlas created by the Warwick werewolf, his own historical re-enactment spell has been strengthened, thus forcing out any traces of the opponent's existence in this period of history.
The silhouette of the person on the chair flickered, like leaping fluorescent light.
It's like a ghost that doesn't exist in this era.
The wizard Maxwell's body exists in the form of a particle ghost, composed of countless magical particles that forcibly bring him back into this historical period.
"Hmm? A historical atlas of the Qionghua Enclave?"
"Is it possible to organize negative energy particle fields into an encyclopedia and then read the encyclopedia to enhance the accuracy of the historical re-enactment spell? This is a unique tradition of the archaeological wizards of the Qionghua Enclave."
"This fellow villager from Yunze Wetland."
"This is not your method. Two against one, you can't do it like this."
Maxwell remained in his Quantum Ghost form, sitting in the chair. At this moment, the entire Historical Replay Spell seemed to have a bug, getting stuck, and all the characters stopped moving.
Maxwell looked at Locke with curiosity in his eyes, then at the travelogue in Locke's hand with understanding in his eyes.
"There was no other reason for putting this travelogue in the library of Mount Golden Crown. It's just that the White Wizard Association asked us to erase the relevant history of the War of the Ancients, which I think is wrong. Erasing history is wrong."
"So a document was placed in the library at Mount Jinmian."
"How did you find me through this information? Can I ask you? I should have already cleared all my files, right?"
"The wizard Maxwell asked with great curiosity."
(End of this chapter)