Chapter 2061 The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.
The time goes back to a night three years ago, to be precise, it was the first day when Boom started to practice in seclusion. Watching Boom and Rikka finally step into the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, dinner
Time has come to an end.
"Before Boom finishes his training, none of you will need to continue guarding the flower pavilion. After all, our home is the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, but it is not a temporary place that can be created at any time.
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"Don't worry, Necropolis Philecht Nalantis is not as weak as you think. In other words, I also hope to test its strength."
"But the result must be perfect. After all, this is Gloria's proud work. At least it is not afraid of the ancient beast-level offensive."
As Christine spoke, she waved her hand to extinguish the bonfire. This is a rule that has been agreed upon by everyone. When Boom is around, everything will follow the decision of the "Guide". When Boom is not around, everything will be left to the knowledgeable Ke.
Christine takes charge of the situation.
Christine's decision was based on her trust in Gloria's strength and the defensive strength of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis. On the other hand, she felt that it would be easier for everyone to gather together to establish a
Attack and defend the alliance, otherwise once you encounter a difficult enemy, you will be defeated one by one by the opponent.
Perseus and Hastur looked at each other, and then they returned to the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis together, but they would not question Christine's decision.
"Then... let me keep vigil tonight. After all, it is that little guy's first day of training, and I don't really trust outsiders, even the Eight Blades of Light."
"It's just that I also have my own personal matters to deal with, or that matter has been delayed for nearly a hundred years, but I can't continue to ignore it."
"Beyond the day of the mentor... From the perspective of magic attributes, the power of space spiritual energy is naturally much rarer than the power of dark spiritual energy. If the former is compared to the aristocratic class, then the latter is at best
A merchant."
"But I am also the other party's mentor after all. How can a strong man who has been known as a genius for hundreds of years be surpassed like this? That would be too embarrassing."
I saw Christine sitting alone outside the necropolis of Feilhet Nalandis, looking up at the night while muttering to herself.
However, she plans to start practicing again after a while. After all, she has experienced too many storms. Except for her six companions, she will not trust any outsiders, even the dark elves.
The unique rich aroma of cat poop coffee spreads under the night cover, perhaps mixed with the scent of flowers, which makes it look particularly wonderful. Christine is rarely looking through any ancient books, but is thinking about some kind of paradox. This is her biggest problem in recent times.
The tangle.
"Most fish grow very quickly due to their short life cycle. In maybe three months, maybe half a year, they can fully enter the mature stage, and their body size will be several times larger."
"As the body size increases, the skeleton will naturally become stronger. So under the same circumstances, does the big fish have relatively less meat, or does the small fish have a larger proportion of the skeleton?"
Christine sighed, but then she remembered the paradox that had troubled her for a long time. This paradox came from a famous scholar in the ancient magic era. It was rumored that he had a glimpse of the true meaning of life as an ordinary person. However, most of the books written by that scholar are obscure and difficult to understand. Not to mention unifying the ideas, there are even more than a dozen translation versions, and they are all contradictory to each other.
Christine did not go through those translations. She felt that with her own knowledge, she could understand it on her own. Once she fully understood the true meaning of life, her strength would increase dramatically.
But what disappointed her was that after years of hard thinking, she finally felt that the ancient book that was rumored to hide the true meaning of life might simply be the scholar's bad taste before his death. At least she analyzed it from the perspective of a senior gangster, but it turned out that
It is completely in line with personal taste.
"The bigger the fish, the bigger the fish bones; the bigger the fish bones, the less fish meat; the less fish meat, the smaller the fish. So the bigger the fish, the smaller the fish?!"
"So...the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish; the more expensive the fish, the fewer buyers; the fewer buyers, the smaller the waves. So the bigger the waves, the smaller the waves?!"
"It's really an interesting paradox. At least I think many people will be fooled into it. But if there is anything to say about the true meaning of life, I haven't sensed it."
Christine shook her head, then took out an ancient book from her storage bag and took out the Maple Leaf Bookmark. This is her personal habit, or she will never read it again if it is not necessary.
That book.
Unlike many people, Christine has a principle when reading books, that is, the book contains at least some meaning. However, she is not interested in simple text narratives. This is why she never reads Rikka's favorite books.
The reason for romance novels is that after all, she can waste time, but she will never waste time on that kind of thing.
"Tell the city lord of Flowing Light City that from today on, the flower pavilion will be closed. No one can set foot in the pavilion, not even ancient ferocious beasts. But there is no need to deliberately create any tense atmosphere. Everything can be business as usual."
"This is not a notice, but an order. In the name of Huating, in the name of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis, and in the name of my great dark magician Christine."
Christine stood at the edge of the flower pavilion and whispered. A certain Liu Guang Ba Ren who was watching the night bowed and saluted, then turned and walked towards the palace.
After many years of getting along with each other, many people have figured out the temperament of the seven people in the group. Boom does not care about world affairs, but he does not deal with businessmen casually. Christine is extremely elegant, but thoughtful.
Rikka has a carefree personality, but does not care about trivial matters. Perseus is approachable and willing to help. Hastur is elusive and withdrawn. As for Gloria and the female insect Alberto, they rarely appear and are the most mysterious.
existence.
"I guess I won't be able to eat breakfast made by Rikka for a long time in the future. Thinking about it, I'm really not used to it."
"But I have a very strong feeling that when we all gather again in front of the campfire, there will be a lot to talk about."
After saying this, Christine stood up slowly and walked step by step towards the necropolis of Feilhet Nalandis. The first ray of morning light descended on Flowing Light City, awakening the buds in the flower pavilion, and the seven-year-old seventeenth century mark imprinted on the surface of the giant tombstone.
The fluorescent light of each name proves that at least the seven people in the group are still alive.
After forcibly suppressing herself for nearly a hundred years, Christine felt that it was time to start a journey of cultivation. At least she did not want to be surpassed by her apprentice and become a laughing stock in the world.
And she is also confident enough. After all, compared to Boom, her qualifications are too good, good enough to offset the natural gap between space magicians and dark magicians, and good enough to be confident enough to do it.
It's so much better that no magician can match it.
This freedom comes from the power of her blood, from her more than five hundred years of knowledge accumulation, and from the thousands of life-and-death battles she has personally experienced.
In Christine's eyes, her six companions are all madmen who rely on their talents to act recklessly, while she yearns for the perfect combination of theory and practice.
"The reason why a magician is powerful is, on the one hand, his innate qualifications, and on the other hand, his spell-casting skills. The qualifications cannot be changed, but the spell-casting skills are the product of accumulation little by little."
This is what Christine's mentor said, and it is also the direction of Christine's practice. Use skills to perfect the spell, so as to wield a devastating blow.