That night, in order to welcome the return of the village chief, the villagers held a grand bonfire party in the new village square as usual. Everyone sang and danced, had wine and meat, and it was quite lively.
Luo Er ate, drank and danced, which relieved the fatigue accumulated during this period, and told everyone about what happened outside.
"Let me tell you, my daughter is very good at studying! All the teachers and professors in the college praise her as a genius, and her classmates regard her as a top student. Even I am jealous of her life!"
"I'm telling you, my daughter is very promising. When I come back, I always take an airship. Have you ever seen an airship? I'm afraid you've never heard of it, right?"
"Let me tell you, my daughter may have done it. If you think about how far away the Fertile Valley is, she could go there by herself for archeology and dig up a big news story. It will definitely be on the headlines of the newspaper!"
After all, these three sentences are always inseparable from my daughter. As a result, I rarely mention anything about what I have done.
It's not that he deliberately kept a low profile, but he felt that these villagers were very ignorant and didn't understand anything. They couldn't understand what he said, and they kept asking questions, making it seem like they were on Zhihu.
It takes a long time to explain any problem, which is very troublesome.
But as he was talking, Luo Er suddenly noticed some unharmonious details, suddenly changed the topic, pointed to a mountain in the distance shrouded in night, and asked:
"Eh? Is it because it's dark? Why do I feel that the mountain opposite seems to have suddenly become higher?"
"Look, look, I remember sitting here before. The mountain doesn't seem to be that high, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere that was originally full of talking and laughing suddenly froze.
But fortunately, it only lasted for a second, and everyone continued to talk and laugh.
"Village Chief, have you drunk too much?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You still don't understand the village chief's drinking capacity? It's obviously been a long time since I've been back, and I've forgotten the shape of the village."
"Yes, yes, village chief, you are living so happily outside, and your daughter is so promising, will you not come back in the future?"
After hearing someone ask this question, everyone gradually became quiet and seemed to be very concerned about Rohr's answer.
And this question happened to be what Rohr had been struggling with and hesitating about. He immediately forgot the little doubts he had before, drank half a bottle of fruit wine, and then said leisurely:
"No, I won't leave. I must protect this place..."
The villagers smiled and waited for him to continue.
But Rolle went on to say:
"However, your daughter must also be taken good care of. She cannot be allowed to suffer a loss outside, be deceived, etc..."
"So I plan to go out to see her every once in a while and bring her some fresh fruits and vegetables from the village."
Hearing what he said, the villagers began to applaud.
"This is the best thing. As expected of the village chief! He made the wisest decision!"
"The village chief has a career on the left and a family on the right. It's really enviable!"
"That's right, village chief, everyone is living well without you, so just feel free to take care of little Keli and come back every few months..."
"Come on, village chief, I'll give you a toast!"
Luo Er was so flattered that he drank a lot of fruit wine unknowingly. Even though the alcohol content was low, he still felt a little tipsy, which was just the right time for him to sleep.
After chatting with everyone for a while, he went back to his room, looked at the two portraits of his daughters hanging on the wall, and fell asleep with a sense of relief and satisfaction.
However, the villagers outside did not disperse, but extinguished the bonfires and other lighting torches and braziers, allowing darkness to envelope the small mountain village.
A neighbor whose sweetheart fruit was particularly sweet listened to the noise at the village chief's house and made sure that Rolle was fast asleep before snapping his fingers.
Luo Er's home suddenly became distorted and blurred. It looked a little translucent and seemed to be about to disappear, but it always maintained this ethereal state.
He mouthed another sentence;
"That's all right. The village chief won't notice the movement outside and will sleep peacefully until dawn."
Compared with the previous magical communication of thoughts, speaking with the mouth is more convenient and safer.
The fat man on the side nodded, looked at the mess on the ground, and gave an order:
"Ah Da and Ah Er should clean up this place first, it's a mess."
Ah Da and Ah Er, also known as Smiley Face and Black Face Brothers, are the youngest in the village besides Keli, so many chores are left to them.
The two of them had no complaints about this and readily accepted the fat man's arrangement.
I saw that the empty wine bottles on the ground automatically became brand new, and then they jumped back to the fat man's wine cellar as if they had grown legs. The leftover food scraps and various garbage also collapsed on their own.
Disintegrated into mosaic-like fragments and sank into the ground.
This small square has become neat and beautiful again.
During the whole process, there was not the slightest fluctuation of power, and there was an indescribable sense of nature, as if these bottles should be clean and neatly stacked in the wine cellar; as if the garbage and residue did not exist in the first place.
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This is the power to distort reality, to forcibly rewrite things that were originally impossible, a power that only demigods can master, and a means that is at the true pinnacle of extraordinary power.
But in this village, it is only used for cleaning...
But the villagers seem to have become accustomed to this, and are not surprised at all. They are still discussing more serious problems.
A neighbor who grew potatoes very well and had a very honest face spoke first with a worried look on his face:
"What should we do next? The village chief seems to have discovered something?"
The neighbor who grew sweetheart fruit immediately said angrily:
"You have the nerve to say that? Isn't this all your fault? You couldn't control your own power and destroyed the village!"
The villagers nearby who raised pigs and gave Luo Er a donkey helped:
"Even if you destroy it, you also cut down several layers of the land and made a big hole. Otherwise, the village chief wouldn't be able to find the flaw."
"After all, you have stayed in the village for so long, but your control over power is still so rough. The village chief hasn't even learned anything about it?"
Being ignored by everyone, the honest-looking neighbor felt ashamed and could only lower his head in shame.
"But what should we do next? If it arouses the village chief's suspicion, it will be very troublesome..."
Ada, the young man who kept smiling, asked.
"How about cutting that mountain to a suitable height?"
Someone in the crowd made a suggestion.
"No, this is impossible."
The fat man shook his head repeatedly and retorted:
"The distance is too far, the scope is too large, too many things will be affected, and we will be exposed."
Someone else suggested:
"Then how about we all deceive the village chief together?"
This plan was immediately refuted:
"It's still not good. If you always use one lie to cover another lie, the possibility of being exposed will become greater and greater."
In the end, the neighbor who lived on the right side of Rolle’s house came up with a reliable suggestion:
"How about trying illusion? Using illusion to cover the top of the mountain should be the method with the smallest flaws, the lowest impact, and the least likely method to be discovered by mortals."
"But...are any of you good at illusions?"
"I should be okay?"
A villager who only grew corn in his family and usually only ate corn stepped forward and offered himself.
"There won't be any problems, right? The village chief is sleeping now, and the village chief's home has been blocked. If there is too much noise, there will be some trouble."
The fat man asked a little more worriedly.
"Of course there is no problem. When I was still at the tenth level, I had titles such as 'Miracle Illusionist', 'Supreme Illusion Master', 'God of Illusion', etc. Please believe in my professionalism!"
The corn man said very confidently, then stretched out his hand and took out a golden pocket watch, showing it to everyone.
"Look, this is the old guy who has been with me all my life."
The pocket watch swayed slightly between his fingers, exuding a mysterious and unique charm.
The smiling Ah Da quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at the pocket watch. He also covered the black-faced Ah Er's eyes and reminded him in a low voice:
"With our level, we can't look directly at it."
However, Sweetheart Guoren took a serious look at the pocket watch, nodded, and praised:
"It is indeed a good thing. If it were placed in this world, it would make mortals go crazy."
"Let's do it quickly."
The fat man next to me urged.
The corn man gently swayed the pocket watch, making it shake gradually faster. At the same time, he murmured something in a low voice, and a huge arcane magic circle, as tall as a person, appeared behind him, slowly rotating.
The pocket watch shook faster and faster, the magic circle behind him rotated faster and faster, and a majestic wave of aura erupted from his body.
The fat man couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling that the noise was a bit too loud.
The other villagers looked at the mountains in the distance and said:
"Huh? Are you really getting shorter?"
"It seems that a juggling act of this status can have miraculous effects if used properly!"
"Adjust the height, it seems a bit too short?"
"No, no, it's still too high!"
Everyone was giving instructions in a flurry, and they saw that the top of the mountain suddenly became taller and then shorter, stretching and shrinking in the distance, like a tortoise who kept poking his head.
Fortunately, it was late at night, and other villagers helped cover it up. Otherwise, if other people saw this scene, they might think that the mountain came to life on its own.
As a result, after directing for a long time, the mountaintop expanded and contracted for a long time, but it still had not been adjusted to the most suitable height. Some people said it was too high, some people said it was too short, and someone asked angrily:
"Does your illusion work?"
Probably disturbed by these words, the corn man's face suddenly turned pale, and the secret magic circle behind him suddenly collapsed.
And the mountaintop in the distance disappeared neatly, as if someone had cut it open with a knife...