The old man with a withered face sighed with a sense of vicissitudes of life: "I know his teacher."
"Old sir, are you a legendary magician from the ancient magic empire?" Lucien was not too surprised. After the demise of the three ancient magic empires, there were not many legendary magicians left. After all, they all mastered a variety of strange spells.
Some of them are hiding in the depths of the Dark Mountains, while others are hiding in alien spaces and other areas like the "Night Plateau" like the "Ice Queen". Their choices are different, so they meet in the Nine Hells.
A legendary magician is not too strange.
The Speaker's teacher died in the "Battle of Antiphore" during the Dawn War. He was obviously a strong man from the ancient Magic Empire period.
The old man was as skinny as a mummy without bandages. He said with emotion: "Ancient magicians like us can't keep up with the times. Look at Douglas. It only took so long for him to become the pinnacle of legend. He far surpassed me.
What are you doing in hell?"
"I plan to explore the ancient ruins deep in hell, and go to Silent Hell to find the special star core hidden by the former Duke of Frost." Lucien did not hide it. Since the legendary magician lives in seclusion in hell, he is very important.
Maybe he knows something, "By the way, old gentleman, I don't know what to call you?"
Lucien recalled the recorded ancient legendary magicians and tried to confirm the identity of this old man.
"Hey, I'm just an old guy waiting to die in hell now. Why do I need a name and title?" The old man touched the top of his head, and the white hair fell away. "The ancient ruins deep in hell? The former Frost Duke hid it.
Star core? Young man, you should be a legendary magician recently promoted by the Magic Council, right? I advise you not to take too many risks."
"I have been to the ancient ruins twice, and both times I almost got lost inside and became a shadow that wanders forever. In order to explore there, the Empire clearly stated that more than six legends have fallen. The only ones who can enter and exit safely are basically Tano.
Your Excellency Si, Douglas and others are at the peak of their legends, and this does not include the possible actions of the 'Lord of Hell'."
"As for the star core hidden by the previous Frost Duke, it was a thousand or two thousand years ago. I suspect that it was taken away long ago, otherwise the Frost Duke would not have no clues now."
Lucien listened quietly to the old man's narration, comparing it with the ancient hell information he had obtained from the Speaker, Mr. Rhine and others. He felt a little strange in his heart. Generally speaking, ancient legendary magicians suffered from various cruel experiments and
Weird magic can appear more or less gloomy and mysterious. There are few people who are as nagging but full of good intentions as this old man.
"You think I'm verbose?" The old man smiled, "How could I talk nonsense to young people like you before? If you want to die, just go ahead and die, but I stayed in hell for thirty years and stayed quietly with her.
In thirty years, people have become softer and more compassionate, otherwise a special soul like Maman would have become my experimental subject."
"Thirty years? Her?" Lucien did not answer directly. Instead, he asked about the old man's affairs with great interest, so as to get closer to him so that he could ask for information.
The old man's wrinkled face suddenly softened: "Since you are in hell, why not go to my 'Soul Paradise' tavern to sit in the 'Silent Hell'."
"Okay." Lucien smiled and nodded. He had to go to the "Silent Hell" anyway.
The old man stopped talking, and Lucien also leisurely looked at the blazing flames around him and the majestic steel buildings in the flames.
After waiting for a while, Maman ran back happily: "Grandpa, the 'Water Soul Wine' has been delivered to the old place. They can deliver it to the 'Soul Paradise' today."
"Let's go home." The old man touched Maman's head lovingly.
Lucien followed them, along the River Styx, through the first few levels of hell, and all the way to the snow-capped plains.
On the plain, the cold wind seems to be able to tear the soul into pieces directly, but there is no sound. In addition, the ice field is vast and the snowflakes are flying. There are no other souls and devils in sight while walking, so there is an eternal feeling.
The feeling of silence suddenly arises.
Lucien knew without looking that there were souls frozen in the ice under the white snow. They were frozen inside, without consciousness or consciousness, sleeping forever in the cold and darkness.
Peace, silence, and the cold wind of death swirled around Lucien and the old man, but were bounced away by an inexplicable force. Even Maman was not frozen in the cold wind.
I don’t know how long it took, but a small town appeared in front of me. The city wall was surrounded by ice crystals on the outside, and there were rows of houses built with "warm blood stone" inside - this is a specialty of "Silent Hell" and can effectively resist
The cold that freezes the soul and the cold wind that tears the soul apart.
In the main material world, because things are rare and valuable, an ordinary quality Warm Blood Stone is equivalent to fifty gold talers, and it can actually be used to build a small town.
The residents of the town are floating souls, male and female, old and young, with translucent bodies. They are similar to Maman and have normal IQs, but they lack the strange feeling of warm sunshine.
"Old guy, you're back. I'm waiting for the flaming wine." A strong man with a goatee floated over and looked at Maman and the storage bag in the old man's hands greedily.
In the "Silent Hell", souls can also enjoy flaming wine.
The old man chuckled and said, "You drunkard, if you are frozen outside because you are drunk next time, I will not take responsibility."
Lucien gave the old man a strange look, but he didn't mind at all being called an old guy by ordinary souls. This legendary magician seemed not to pay attention to the strict hierarchy of the ancient magic empire.
While talking to the souls, the old man walked to the tavern in the center of the town with his storage bag. Maman was a few steps behind and looked at Lucien curiously: "Sir, aren't you a human? Why have I never seen this before?
A human like you has a warm body and muscles like a devil."
"Humans? What kind of human beings?" Lucien asked amusingly.
Maman's face was slightly transparent, his chin was raised, and he said proudly like a child: "I am a human being."
"Who told you?" Lucien could probably guess who it was.
Maman opened his eyes in confusion: "Of course it's grandpa."
Speaking of his grandfather, he suddenly became frustrated and seemed to have found someone to talk to: "But my grandfather never let me practice with the uncles. He just asked me to do useless meditation."
"Your grandpa is a very powerful person. You can't go wrong by listening to him." Lucien smiled and patted his head.
"How could it be? My uncles and aunts all said that grandpa was just an ordinary old man. Apart from making delicious food and making fine wine, he had no power at all." Maman seriously refuted Lucien's words.
Well, a special soul has a legendary magician grandpa who hides his identity. It's really like a bard's story. Lucien thought funnyly, and didn't bother to explain to Maman. He followed the old man into the "Soul Paradise" tavern.
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The layout in the tavern is different from that in the main material world, but standing at the bar is a female soul with a vague and dull face.
"I'm back, and this time I bought a hundred bottles of water soul wine..." The old man walked into the bar and reported to the female soul in a nagging manner. Although he was only talking about the daily "purchase accounts", his expression was...
Soft and satisfying.
However, this female soul still remained in a dull state, wiping the wine glass mechanically.
The old man talked for a long time, then turned to look at Lucien sitting in front of the bar and introduced: "This is my wife, would you like a bottle of flaming wine?"
Lucien shook his head and asked curiously: "How did you find it?"
Normally, souls entering hell cannot recognize their original identities.
"She died because of a mistake of mine, so I can prepare in advance and use a special method to mark the soul." The old man opened a bottle of flaming wine and took a sip directly on himself, "But, even if I have more knowledge about the soul,
Even a profound master cannot understand its essence and its transformation, so the soul she finally found is only a little better than an ordinary soul, and may completely dissipate in another hundred years."
Lucien nodded and roughly guessed from this description which legendary magician this old man was. After all, there were not many people who were so good at the soul realm and survived.
The old man continued: "After I found her, I stayed here with her, watched her quietly, and made up for my past mistakes. Hey, time flies so fast. Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"Are those souls outside the product of your experiments?" Lucien did not believe that a legendary magician would give up so easily.
"Yes." The old man nodded lightly and took another sip of wine. "I tried to awaken their memory, but in the end I only allowed them to recover their thinking ability. Compared with before, they were completely different people. And as time went by,
As time goes by, it will also completely dissipate or freeze in the ice, falling into eternal silence."
"What a pity." Lucien said after a moment of silence, "It's a pity that the Council's research on the soul is still a little short of a breakthrough."
Lucien was not actually referring to the Magic Council, but himself.
The old man cast his gaze on Lucien's face: "The soul is the most illusory realm, and it has a fundamental contradiction with the arcana that values empirical evidence and mathematics. Even a genius like Vicente, who is rare in the realm of the dead in a thousand years, is only
I made a breakthrough. Although I have not been out of hell for thirty years and have no information, thirty years is a very short time in magic research. I remember that in order to study a certain characteristic of the soul, I spent a lot of time near the River Styx.
Stayed for one hundred and twenty-seven years."
Before Lucien could speak, a refreshing and soft male voice suddenly sounded at the door: "Haha, although it's hard to believe, I can say with certainty that the development of arcana and magic in the past thirty years has surpassed that of the ancient magic empire in the past three decades.
Thousands of years."
Without turning his head, a figure appeared in Lucien's mental force field. He was wearing a white slim-fitting suit, with pale and sickly skin, bright red eyes, and a pair of small silver-white horns on his forehead, which were covered with dense patterns. .
From his undisguised aura, Lucien can clearly judge that he is the current "Duke of Frost" and "Lord of Mysteries" Memphist! (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)