There is no doubt that before letting players enter a world, Zuo Si has a lot of preparatory work that must be completed by himself.
For example, launching geostationary satellites to ensure the transmission of psychic signals;
Another example is to create a relatively stable and appropriate spell-casting system so that arcane magic users among players can cast spells normally;
There are also cultivating at least five hundred devout and fanatical believers, using them as positioning coordinates so that the Phoenix God - Benu can descend an incarnation or projection into the world, ensuring that priests can normally obtain divine magic through prayer.
Finally, we have to test whether ordinary firearms and artillery will be interfered by magical factors in this world.
Especially for creating a spell-casting environment, there are currently only three methods.
One is that Zuo Si, a planeswalker, personally acts as a "background board" for the players.
With the huge range of influence of the highest-level land cards now, it is basically possible to cover any place where the psychic signal can be reached, and various casting environments can almost cover it.
But the problem is that it is obviously impossible for Zuo Si to do nothing and just stay in one place all day long for weeks, months, or even a year or two.
So this plan was eliminated from the beginning.
There are two remaining options. One is to directly pull Mutahar Floating City over and rely on the power of the artifact's broken magic crystal to cover a radius of 5,000 kilometers. This can basically meet the needs of players at this stage.<
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Even increasing the number to hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands is not a big problem.
However, considering that this thing is used to deal with a low-magic world, it is a bit too much. It is completely like an anti-aircraft cannon to kill mosquitoes.
Therefore, Zuo Si chose the last option, which is to build a magic crystal tower in a place where player activities are relatively frequent.
Six of them run through the entire continent of Westeros from north to south, and the other six extend along the junction of the coastal areas of Essos and the Dothraki steppe to various city-states in Slaver's Bay.
As for the rest, he plans to have the weapons design and development department build several large airships after he returns, and place the magic crystal tower on the airships.
In this way, when players need to go deep into the Dothraki steppe or land on the southern continent of Sothoros, they only need to have one or two airships follow them.
When the time comes, by adding an invisibility effect to the airship, there will be no possibility of being discovered even if the altitude drops to a few hundred meters.
Normally, it would take some time even for Zuo Si to complete such a huge workload.
Among them, it is especially difficult to cultivate qualified believers to summon the Phoenix God Benu.
Fortunately!
Illyrio, the tool man, played an extremely important role at the critical moment.
He directly issued an order as the governor and forcibly banned the original temple of R'hllor, the Lord of Light. With the help of Zuo Si, he killed all the sacrifices and confiscated an astonishing amount of wealth.
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Later, Illyrio appeared in front of the panicked people with three young dragons, and loudly announced to them that he had obtained enlightenment. R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was just a false god. Those red-robed monks had stolen the great Phoenix.
The power of the god Bennu is swaying around and cheating, and must be dealt with the harshest blow.
From now on, Pentos will ban all belief in false gods and turn to the embrace of the true god Benu.
Anyone who is unwilling to convert will need to pay an extra high tax as punishment in the future.
Although most ordinary people were skeptical at first.
But when the original temple of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was transformed into the Phoenix Temple, and a grand ceremony to welcome the god was held, all doubts were completely gone.
The entire Pentos, from nobles and wealthy merchants to commoners and slaves, all without exception began to become extremely fanatical about religious beliefs.
Illyrio firmly believed that this was proof of God's favor for him. On the same day, he donated all the money and property confiscated from the sacrifice of R'hllor, the King of Light, to the Phoenix God, and at the same time he became a
Fanatic believer.
Because during the ceremony to invite the gods, Zuo Si used his power as a planeswalker to connect to other worlds and directly pulled an incarnation of Bennu over.
When the giant flaming phoenix that was hundreds of meters long appeared above the temple and exuded endless majesty, how could people in this world who had never seen such a miracle dare to be disrespectful at all.
As a result, those followers of R'hllor, the King of Light, were seamlessly and successfully transformed into followers of the Phoenix God in less than a few minutes.
After all, the former claims to be the God of Light and the God of Fire, and Bennu's priesthood also includes fire. There is almost no difference between the two sides.
They can even comfort themselves that it was all because they were deceived by those damn red-robed priests. In fact, they originally believed in the Phoenix God.
In just a day or two, tens of thousands of people fell at the feet of the Phoenix God. There were even two aristocratic girls with relatively high perception attributes who took the lead in establishing a stable connection with Bennu and were also given the gift of
He acquired a small amount of divine magic and became a glorious trainee priest who officially entered the temple.
Don’t underestimate this!
Perhaps in the continent of Faerûn, an apprentice like this who only knows a few zero-ring magical arts is not even qualified to host a prayer ceremony alone. At best, he can only do chores such as cleaning and organizing books.
But in this world, supernatural power is rare, mysterious, and a precious thing that even high-ranking nobles and kings cannot easily obtain.
Therefore, even the most insignificant [Cure Minor Injuries], [Light Technique], [Water Making Technique], and [Gift] will make ignorant people feel awe.
What's more, Bennu is a real god, mastering the three major priesthoods of flame, soul and immortality. At the same time, he also slowly condenses some other priesthoods under the prayers of believers in the floating city world, which can grant believers with high perception attributes real magical powers.
Power, its statues, shrines and holy symbols exude an indescribable majesty and holiness.
Just a few days after the ceremony to invite the gods, its followers began to spread rapidly to the surrounding areas with Pantos as the center, and the number became too numerous to count.
Not only that!
Some merchant ships from other Free Trade Cities and the Westeros continent across the sea also brought back the fire of faith in the process of doing business.
As for the Church of R'hllor, the King of Light, who clamored for revenge in several other city-states, they were ruthlessly uprooted by Zuo Si before they had time to take action.
Moreover, he also used violent fire magic to kill people, causing all the priests who claimed to be the God of Fire to wail in agony under the burning fire, and allowed the entire city to see them.
His soul was swallowed by the huge phoenix shadow as it floated into the sky.
Of course, Zuo Si did not do this out of some bad taste, but also wanted to test the background of R'hllor, the King of Light.
But unfortunately, I don't know whether the other party doesn't exist at all, or doesn't care about the death of a few mortals at all, or is unable to show its power because the magic tide has not yet arrived. In short, there is no reaction at all from the beginning to the end. Even if his temples and idols were burned to ashes by the fierce fire, there were rumors everywhere from the Free Trade Cities to Slaver's Bay that R'hllor, the King of Light, was a false god, and that everything that happened now was the Phoenix God's revenge, and so on.
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And a large number of city-states began to convert to the Phoenix God Benu, and the faith of the entire Essos continent was about to completely collapse and be replaced.
"Interesting... If this King of Light is trying to deceive me by pretending to be dead, then he is really an opponent worth fighting. He is at least qualified to sit on the card table and play this game."<
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After finishing a round of attacks on R'hllor's faith, Zuo Si touched his chin and revealed a meaningful smile.
As a person who has been wallowing in conspiracies for a long time, and even dares to plot against the gods and the strongest planeswalkers like Nicol Bolas, his thinking and consciousness have long become as terrifying and dark as a monster. No matter what situation we encounter, we will always consider the worst-case scenario first and then quickly formulate a response plan.
R'hllor, the Lord of Light who has performed the most miracles in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, has been targeted from the beginning, and his level of attention even exceeds that of the Cold God represented by the White Walkers north of the Great Wall.<
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"Father, are you thinking too much? Since I came, I have never felt any trace of the existence of gods in this world. The power used by those priests in red is not so much a gift from God.
, it’s better to say it’s their own imagination.” There was a hint of disdain in Benu’s tone.
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, you are wrong. Although the method of the red priests to master the power of magic is very similar to the godless priests who mentioned the abstract concept of belief in Faerun continent's religious knowledge, it does not mean that
This god of light does not exist.
Maybe he is just hiding deeper, or maybe he is temporarily unable to send his power into this world.
Remember, when predicting the enemy, try to imagine them as more powerful, cunning, and difficult to deal with, so that you can be fully prepared in advance.
Especially in the battle of gods, even the smallest mistake may turn into a fatal weakness, but you can't be careless at all."
"I understand. I will carefully monitor all signs of divine power in this world."
Benu nodded humbly, and soon turned into a ball of flame and disappeared without a trace.
As a god, he was born too young, and his character is quite naive and idealistic.
If you were in a world without gods, such as the Magic Earth and the Floating City World, there wouldn't be much of a problem.
Anyway, mortals cannot pose any threat to gods, let alone truly kill a god, let alone the Phoenix God with unlimited resurrection ability.
But if you enter a world with many gods, just like Toril, you will most likely be plotted by those old villains and you won't even be able to keep your underwear.
This is also the reason why Zuo Si has obviously gathered enough goblin believers for him, but has never allowed him to descend into the continent of Faerûn.
Bennu still needs time to grow, and needs to go through wars between gods one after another to complete Nirvana and rebirth.
After all, he is not his cheap teacher Sorin Markov. After creating Avacyn, he just let it live in Innistrad. He has no intention of letting the archangel continue to grow and become stronger.
, but to train Bennu to become one of the most capable helpers.
As the Phoenix God left, Zuo Si was the only one left in the courtyard of the Pantos Governor's Mansion.
Just when he lowered his head and considered whether to let all the top-level destructive players in now, or wait until King's Landing started holding a martial arts tournament, he suddenly felt a figure sneaking in from the outside, and...
Hiding behind the tree and observing carefully.
With far superior perception than ordinary people, he confirmed the other party's identity almost instantly.
Viserys Targaryen, the legal heir to the Iron Throne, is also an exiled prince who is secretly cared for and funded by Dorn and Varys, the "Eight-Clawed Spider".
Of course, since that incident, he has had another identity, that is, the "concubine" favored by Governor Illyrio of Pentos, and it won't be long before she will be upgraded to a legal wife.
Although in Viserys' view, this is definitely a stain that cannot be erased in his life, and it is an insult more terrible than death. He has wanted to commit suicide several times in shame and anger.
Unfortunately, he had high ambitions but low ambitions. After several failed suicide attempts, he painfully discovered that he was not as fearless as he thought.
Before he even stabbed his throat or heart with a dagger, he was trembling all over as soon as he scratched a little skin and lost the courage to continue.
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Fear!
The fear of death instinct destroyed Viserys's will and psychological defense almost instantly, making him clearly realize his cowardly nature for the first time.
What bullshit "Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon".
That is just venting the suppressed anger, unwillingness and humiliation from the outside world to a younger sister who is even weaker and helpless than myself.
Because apart from Daenerys, there is no second outlet.
Everything is nothing but impotent rage.
There is a saying that goes well, as long as a person can understand himself correctly, he can find a life path that suits him.
There is no doubt that after learning from the pain, Viserys began to change his mentality and took the initiative to please Illyrio, getting a lot of key information from him.
The reason why I showed up here today is actually to try to contact Zuo Si, a wizard with powerful magical power, to find out his intentions and ideas, and then see if I can win him over to my side.
Looking at the first heir of the Targaryen family who was wearing a silk dress and even makeup, Zuo Si immediately showed a playful smile and took the initiative to say hello: "Good afternoon, the great Wessey.
His Majesty Lys III, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, the only legitimate ruler of the Seven Kingdoms."
Hearing this series of titles that he often talked about before, as well as the other party's obviously ridiculing and sarcastic tone, Viserys suddenly felt angry.
But soon he forced himself to calm down, bit his lower lip and asked: "Have I ever sinned against you before? Why have you been targeting me?"
Zuo Si smiled and responded: "Targeted? Haha, I think you seem to have misunderstood something.
I have never targeted you, I just clearly stated your current situation in another way.
Dear His Majesty the King, you must understand that things like legal principles and lineage are often just icings on the cake, rather than the true foundation of strength, power and dignity.
Use your brain to think about how your ancestor Aegon I conquered Westeros.
Is it based on some ridiculous legal theory?
No!
The Targaryens had no claim to that land at all.
Is that because of the noble lineage of the Targaryen family?
The answer is also no!
To the continent of Westeros at that time, the Targaryens were just a small family that narrowly survived the end of Valyria.
So what did Aegon I rely on to win the throne?
It's a dragon!
It's war!
It is a merciless slaughter of all those who resist!
Look at the list of families who perished in the war of conquest, and the thousands of soldiers who were burned alive by dragon flames. They can tell you why Aegon I can be crowned the co-lord of Westeros.
By the same token, what do you think the usurper Robert Baratheon relied on to seize the Iron Throne?
The bloodline of the Baratheon family and the title of Duke of Storm's End?
It is true that these two things played a certain role in the whole process.
But why not Ned Stark?
The Duke of the North also has a noble bloodline and a prominent family.
But the real reason was that Robert personally killed Prince Rhaegar in the Battle of the Trident and won the most critical victory in the entire war.
Royal power never falls out of thin air, but is forged with blood and fire.
But look at you now!
You actually want to rely on your words and your so-called legal heir status to get everyone to obey orders and provide money and people to help you regain everything the Targaryen family lost due to their wanton behavior.
Why?
To put it more directly, even if you are given enough soldiers, food and money, will you be able to control and command them?
Are you sure that the careerists and nobles who have taken refuge will not turn around and kill you after the enemy offers a higher price?
Do you understand how the power game between various families played out under the feudal system?
Do you understand how to divide, win over and restrict the few powerful dukes so that they will never have the opportunity to unite to threaten the royal power?
No, you don’t understand anything. You are just a miserable person who holds an unrealistic fantasy and doesn’t even dare to face the cruel reality.”
As these words blurted out, Viserys' whole body seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer.
First there was confusion, then there was indescribable shock, and finally I finally understood where I had gone wrong all these years.
You must know that before this, no one had ever pointed out to him the core of power in such straightforward and simple words, and why the lords who should have been loyal to the Targaryen family calmly accepted the rule of the usurper Robert. After several minutes, Viserys finally digested all the content, raised his head and mustered up the courage to test: "Can you help me?
I swear!
No matter what conditions Illyrio offers, I am willing to pay double, no, triple, quadruple, ten times.
When I take back the Iron Throne, I can kill all the Baratheon, Stark, Lannister, and Arryn families that participated in the rebellion, and give you all the territories they control in return."
If you are interested in a woman with Targaryen blood like Daenerys, I can also give you all my future daughters."
Appreciating the awareness revealed in Viserys' fierce eyes, Zuo Si chuckled and praised: "That's right! Pain and frustration are indeed good medicine for a man's growth.
At least you have put down the annoying arrogance of the past and begun to learn to win others over to work for you by promising benefits.
It's a pity that I'm not someone you can win over, and you can't give me what I want.
As for your sister, in my eyes she is actually closer to a beautiful pet or doll, not as important as you think.
But don’t worry, if you want to deal with Illyrio or use him to achieve your own goals, I will not expose or stop you.
Finally, I would like to give you a piece of advice.
Forbearance is a character that all those who achieve great things must possess.
Only when you completely hide your true intentions, endure the humiliation and do your best to please Illyrio, and make him think that you have accepted your destiny.
Then he will relax his vigilance and accept you, and even let go and give you some power."
"Forbearance..."
Viserys's eyes instantly burst out with strong rejection, disgust and hatred, but in the end he gritted his teeth and replied: "Thank you for your advice, I think I understand what should be done."
"Come on, I'm looking forward to your performance in the next power game." Zuo Si encouraged him pretending to be kind.
Viserys put one hand on his chest and bowed, then quickly turned around and left.
Not long after he walked out of the yard, Daenerys walked out of the house not far away and asked in an uncertain tone: "Has Viserys been here just now? Why did I seem to hear him?"
The voice?”
"No, you heard wrong." Zuo Si immediately denied it.
"Then who were you talking to just now?"
A look of confusion appeared on Daenerys's face.
Although she already knew very clearly that her current identity was no longer a princess, but a gift given by the governor.
But after a few days of getting along, the girl gradually discovered that the young man in front of her, who controlled her own destiny and even life and death, did not seem to be as scary as she had previously imagined.
Except for having his blood drawn on the first night, which was a bit scary, he is generally very talkative, and he is not like his brother who likes to hit people easily.
"A servant sent by Governor Illyrio. By the way, didn't you want to go out to the market today? Why didn't you go?"
Zuo Si calmly changed the topic.
Daenerys spread her hands helplessly and said: "It's not that I don't want to go, but the horse king named Drogo and his men are here. There are many Dothraki on the streets in the city now. The maid said it's best to go
It's better not to be caught by them. Otherwise, God knows what these savage and rude guys will do."
"Is Drogo coming?"
A faint light that was difficult to detect flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
"Well! Governor Illyrio is busy entertaining them. It is said that these guys have made many harsh conditions. Do you think they will directly lead the army to attack Pan after their demands are not met?
Toss?"
When mentioning the Dothraki nomads, Daenerys's eyes clearly showed strong fear and fear.
As long as she can remember, she has been on the run among the nine Free Trade Cities, evading the pursuit of Robert Baratheon.
I have also seen how bloody and cruel these barbarians on horseback are when they plunder caravans and villages. They often directly kill all adult men, the elderly and children, leaving only young women to rape and ravage.
, vent the animal desires in your heart.
In fact, in the eyes of many self-proclaimed civilized city-states and countries, the Dothraki nomads are not even worthy of being called humans, and are closer to a group of beasts in human skins.
Their behavior and level of civilization are far inferior to those of the wildlings north of the Great Wall in Westeros.
At least the savages who advocate freedom still know how to speak and communicate.
But the Dothraki often strike without saying a word. When they see something they desire, the first thing they think of is not to buy or trade it, but to grab it directly.
"Relax, there is nothing to worry about. This guy named Drogo, and the tribal cavalry under his command, will all die soon. Not only that, the Dothraki steppe will also be bleeding in the near future.
into a river."
Zuo Si stretched out his hand to help the young "Dragon Mother" smooth the silver-gold hair hanging down next to her face, while admiring her beautiful eyes like a Persian cat.
It has to be said that Daenerys, who is now timid and cowardly, is indeed very suitable to be kept as a pet such as a canary.
In fact, if she had not been forced to marry into the Dothraki steppe, a place full of primitive and barbaric atmosphere, and her husband Drogo, who provided her with shelter, died again, she might not have embarked on that extremely difficult road of recovery in her entire life.
The road to the country.
"You...are you going to use terrible magic to kill them all?" Daenerys's voice was slightly trembling.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "That's not necessary.
The organizational structure of the Dothraki tribal federation is actually very fragile.
As long as the leader is killed, the remaining people will soon start to fight for power and gain, until the originally huge tribe falls apart.
This is also the reason why, in such a long history, the Dothraki have never established a country and civilization in the true sense.
As for the so-called loyal bloodriders, most of them have no brains.
With a little guidance, they will be eager to vent their anger on the person they think is the murderer.
In addition, you don’t actually need to be so afraid of the power of magic.
Because it is just a simple tool, nothing compared to the truly sinister human heart."
Daenerys nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask: "What about me? How do you plan to arrange for me?"
"It depends on your own choice."
With that said, Zuo Si raised his hand to activate his Druid ability, and directly summoned a captive bird with bright feathers from the treetops in the garden.
Then he summoned a wild bird from the sky above his head that had been flying for a long time and whose feathers looked a little dirty.
He placed the birds that fell on each hand in front of the girl, and said in a slightly deeper tone: "Look, these are two completely different birds.
The first is to be raised by the owner and have enough food, water every day, and even a warm shelter when the weather is cold.
There is no need to brave the scorching sun or cold wind all day long in search of food in the barren wilderness. If you are not careful, you will die unexpectedly, and your life span is much longer than that of your wild counterparts.
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But the price is that it will lose its freedom forever and lose the wildness of soaring in the sky and integrating with nature.
The other type is wild birds. After waking up every day, they have to run for survival. Not only do they have to starve and freeze, but they also have to be wary of natural enemies that feed on them.
But they have no masters and only live for themselves. They can fly freely in the sky, go wherever they want, and enjoy the most magnificent and beautiful scenery of nature.
But the price is precarious, and you don't know whether you will die in the next second.
Tell me, if you were a bird, would you rather be a domestic bird raised by an owner, or would you rather be a free wild bird?"
Instantly!
Daenerys fell into silence, and her eyes kept wandering back and forth between the two birds.
Although she is only thirteen years old this year, her long-term life of wandering around and avoiding being hunted has made her mentally more mature than her peers, and she understands that the other person is using a bird as a metaphor for her future.
Choosing to become a domestic bird means that you will have a comfortable life and be protected in safety. The only thing you have to do is to try your best to please and serve your master.
If you choose to become a wild bird, it means you will be free. You can even try to find allies like your brother, and try every means to raise an army to board the continent of Westeros and regain the Iron Throne belonging to the Targaryen family.
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If you were an ambitious, ambitious, and ideal person, you would definitely choose the latter without hesitation.
Freedom is more precious than life to them.
But unfortunately, things like ambition, aspirations and ideals are never what the young "Dragon Mother" needs.
When she was born, the Targaryen dynasty had already been destroyed, and she had never tasted the treatment and privileges of being a princess for a day.
On the contrary, she was constantly being hunted because of her identity.
After thinking for a short time, the girl gently held up the domestic bird with beautiful feathers, raised her head and responded with a smile: "This is my choice. I'm tired of the days of being scared and hiding around, I just want to
Live your life peacefully without any interruption."
"Very good, I will fulfill your wish."
After that, Zuo Si injected a little natural energy into the wild bird, then threw it into the air and released it.
Daenerys also placed the bird in her hand on a branch aside, then opened her arms and hugged the young man in front of her tightly, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.
At this moment, she finally no longer has to worry about those messy things, let alone whether Illyrio or her brother Viserys will use her as a bargaining chip to give to those terrible barbarians in exchange for the army to restore the country. p>
Because she knows that Zuo Si, who has powerful magical power, can protect herself and deter those with evil intentions.
After being completely relaxed, "Dragon Mother" fell asleep in Zuo Si's arms after a while.
She used to often wake up from terrible nightmares, but now a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, and from time to time she would utter some hums and murmurs that outsiders could not understand.
Zuo Si did not wake up Daenerys, but very thoughtfully picked her up and sent her back to the bed in the house.
The moment he finished all this, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the room, and through the spiritual connection, he let out a sigh full of envy and jealousy: "Hey! My dear master, I didn't expect that in just a few days,
You just hooked up with the most coveted beauty in the world.
Awesome!
And she’s still a 13-year-old delicious white-haired lolita who’s still on her shelf life!
Coupled with the identity of a subjugated princess!
If this were put on a gothic skirt and white stockings, I could lick it right away.
Oh my God!
O earth!
Why can’t I encounter such good things?
No!
Since you have taken the lead on Dragon Mother, I will suffer a little loss and order the little rose Margaery from the Tyrell family of Highgarden.
If I remember correctly, she should be fifteen years old this year and within the shelf life.
Cersei’s daughter Myrcella seems to be pretty good too, just perfect enough to make a couple.”
Just by looking at this mean and lustful tone, you can tell that the visitor is none other than the diary that controls the floating city of Mutahar.
"You are such an animal."
Angrily, Zuo Si glared at this guy who was full of erotic thoughts, and immediately asked through the spiritual connection: "Why did you come here without permission? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to leave the floating city easily unless there is something important?
"Don't forget, you are the core of Mutahar Floating City. If you die, the entire activated floating city will collapse."
"Don't worry, after all, I have inherited all your memories and knowledge, so I won't be killed so easily. What's more, how do you know that I don't have anything important to do here this time?"
After that, the diary took out a note from somewhere.
Zuo Si took it and glanced at it, his face suddenly changed slightly: "When did this happen?"
The diary replied without thinking: "Just two days ago, the baby boy Varena gave birth to began to have abnormal reactions.
At the beginning, Vanessa didn't care too much.
But soon, the newly born baby showed extraordinary magical talent, and even successfully performed a zero-ring trick.
Through the memory exploration of the mastermind Isadora, it can be determined that he is your teacher who guides you on the path of magic - the necromancer Archmage Asta.
In other words, it is a copy that perfectly inherits his personality and memory.
What are you going to do with him?
Do you want to let him taste everything that this guy has done to you intact?"
Zuo Si immediately shook his head: "No, I won't do such boring and tasteless things.
Moreover, the grudge between me and Asta has long since come to an end with his death.
The current baby only carries Asta’s memory and knowledge, just like the relationship between me and you.
The most important thing is that he doesn’t know that I killed the real Asta.”
"You mean...conquer him or use him?" A look of surprise appeared on Diary's face.
"That's right! Don't forget, Asta is a very rational and realistic person, and will never do something incomprehensible for no reason.
What's more, do you think that with our current power, it is necessary to be afraid of a mere necromancer?
Broaden your horizons.
As the saying goes, a sea that embraces all rivers is a big one.
Whether it is collecting and organizing those spells, knowledge and materials, or finding the whereabouts of several other floating cities, Asta can play a key role.
And all he wants is some knowledge and immortality."
Zuo Si touched his chin and expressed his thoughts directly.
As his strength continues to grow and expand, he is no longer the apprentice who needs to walk on thin ice, but a powerful planeswalker who can easily invade and occupy the entire world.
There is no need to kill all the former teachers who were just born and still babies.
In other words, the other party has long been unable to pose even the slightest threat to itself.
"Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say. But I suggest you better go there in person, otherwise Asta will not easily trust other people."
The diary shrugged indifferently.
"It just so happens that I have to go back to see the progress of the airship manufacturing. I will also visit Shane VII by the way, and then go to Luskan to attend the Northland Lords Alliance meeting.
I’ll leave it to you to take charge of this first!
Remember, please restrain yourself, if you let me know what you have done to ruin my reputation...
Then don’t expect to get the chance to have fun alone.”
Zuo Si stared at the half body that was exactly the same as his own in appearance and appearance, and issued a serious warning.
Diary nodded without hesitation and responded: "Understood! Don't worry about me doing the work!"
After getting the guarantee he wanted, Zuo Si immediately activated the power of sparks and instantly left the world and disappeared without a trace.
Just a second later, he appeared directly in the central tower of the Floating City of Plantia and asked Tyrantir, who was busy: "Where is the baby right now?"
"In order to prevent him from escaping, Vanessa placed him next to the main brain pool of the shell ship." The latter pointed out the direction without thinking.
Zuo Si then used teleportation magic to go from the central tower to the brain pool room of the shell ship hidden underground.
He ignored the group of new mind flayers who had just completed their transformation and would donate their brains after laying eggs. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the baby placed on a soft bed, and greeted with a slightly emotional tone: "
Long time no see, my dear mentor. I never thought that when we meet again, it would be in such an unexpected way."
"Soth? Tell me, what happened in this world?" Asta stood up from the crib holding on to the guardrail.
Although his limbs still look weak, his eyes have already shown his cold, cruel and gloomy character.
"This is a long story. Where should I start?" Zuo Si was obviously in trouble.
Because according to the information he received, the last time Asta went to preserve his memory was more than half a year before the plague broke out. So many things happened in the meantime that he doesn’t even know where to start.
Asta lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly said: "Let's start from the first time we opened the portal to Faerun. Be as detailed as possible without any omissions."
"It's been a while since you first opened the portal. Are you sure you don't need to drink some milk or take care of your physiological needs before that? As far as I know, babies don't have any self-control. I
I don’t want to have to do things like changing diapers or feeding.”
When he said these words, Zuo Si's tone was obviously ridiculing.
"Damn! Come here! Bring me a bottle of milk with the right temperature! And! I need to pee!" Asta yelled through gritted teeth.
He obviously hates his current weak and powerless infant state, and he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his former apprentice.