"Then how long ago was the last time you saw them?" Art was still a little uneasy when he heard that there were fellow villagers, but after hearing that they might have left this world, he felt relieved again.
, than having a companion with whom he can talk, Art is still more worried about conflicts with each other. After all, he is only a child now, and he is the teacher of an eighth-level magician. If there is any misunderstanding, a conflict will occur.
, he will undoubtedly die.
"The last time... it was probably more than one hundred and thirty years ago." Urien touched his beard, sighed, and said with a nostalgic look: "I was still a young man at that time.
After I obtained the seventh-level magician qualification certificate, countless girls pursued me with flowers in their hands, but my master left me without a word... I never saw him again after that."
"Okay, I understand." Art nodded with some understanding, and suddenly felt that the old man in front of him was not so scary anymore, he was just an empty old man in a lonely nest.
"But having said that, where is this place?" After feeling that the atmosphere had relaxed a lot, Art finally dared to ask the question, and what concerned him most now was the so-called 'world in a bottle'
What exactly is it.
"Ha, this is a small world I made. It's great, right?" Urien spread his hands proudly, and Art saw that the walls of the room he was in began to decompose, becoming transparent, and the wooden floor began to soften and change.
Black, gradually turned into soil and stones!
Immediately afterwards, a green and vigorous plant bud grew out from Art's feet. It quickly absorbed nutrients and formed a vine, which circled up from the corner of the table and spread to the entire table.
Flowers of various colors bloomed on the ground, like a garden on a table...
In an instant, a luxurious dining room disappeared, the clean wooden floor turned into a lush green grassland, and the ceiling hanging with gold pendant lights turned into a sky that was constantly changing colors.
Not far away from the field of vision, they saw Tiyi and Tier lying on the grass, with countless gorgeous flowers blooming around them, like a beautiful landscape painting.
After seeing this incomparable transformation, which was like a special effect, Art's brain stagnated for almost twenty seconds before he blankly asked Yurien:
"A little world you made yourself?"
"Of course, I am a genius in space magic and magic world construction. As long as I have time and enough magic power, I can create more worlds like this." Urien boasted without restraint: "Most of this world
All substances are made by my magic power. Of course I can change them at will. Therefore, I am the creator god of this world~"
This, this is so ridiculous... Art took a deep breath and tried hard to digest what Urien just said.
This world can actually use magic to create another world. This is really outrageous!
"However, I can't directly control outsiders like you." Seeing Art's face gradually turning pale, Yurien vaguely guessed what he was thinking and said, "After all, you are not my magic power.
Made up of something, right?”
"Yes, yes..." Art nodded subconsciously, but whether it was yes or not, if nothing else happened, he would never come to this place again in the future.
As a living, self-owning creation god, no one would feel that they would be safe.
"Hmm..." Seeing Art's submissive appearance and not daring to speak, Yurien seemed to feel bored and said, "Okay, I'll just stop here today. Do you need me to take you out?"
"Thank you, thank you." Art nodded, feeling relieved in his heart, thinking that he no longer needed to face him.
"Goodbye then~" Yurien waved his hand gently, and a sense of weightlessness flooded into Art's brain. As everything in front of him began to twist and deform, it gradually turned into darkness.
When he woke up again, he was already lying on the floor of the room, with Tiyi and Teal underneath him.
"Come back?" Till, who was pressed at the bottom, looked around blankly, constantly confirming whether this was his master Art's room.
"Yes, I'm back." Tiyi hugged Art tightly and stood up again, asking: "Is the master injured? Did that person do anything to you?"
"No, no... I'm just a little dizzy..." Art covered his forehead, feeling a little cramped in his stomach.
After being teleported back, Art felt as if he was motion sick. Everything in front of him was spinning in circles. If Tiyi hadn't been holding him, he would have fallen to the ground by now.
"Tiel, please go back to your room. Master, I will accompany you." Tiyi saw that Art was a little unclear, so she gave the command on his behalf.
"Eh?! Actually, I really want to accompany the master..." Till seems to have become somewhat dependent on Art these days. As long as he stays by his side, he will feel an inexplicable sense of security... or rather
, as long as you please him, you can always stay by his side, and then go on adventures together, instead of being left at home to look after the house and do chores.
"Do you have any objections? Or do you want to continue building the wall?"
"No, no..."
When Tier mentioned the matter of building the wall, Tier shook his head guiltily. Art originally said that he would build the wall as soon as he came back, but now he almost fell asleep and forgot about it. After that,
, she ran out of the room in despair and returned to the maid's room to rest.
"Just...what happened just now?" Due to the late night and dizziness, Art just couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep. The sound of the door closing when Till left woke him up again.
"It's nothing, sleep peacefully, my master." After saying that, Tiyi put Art on the bed, lying beside him as usual, and then hugged him tightly like a pillow.
.
After lying on the bed, the nervous aftereffects of the teleportation and confrontation with the magician suddenly broke out. Coupled with Tiyi's soft embrace and the slight sound of breathing, Art quickly fell asleep.
When Art woke up early the next morning, Dee had already prepared breakfast for herself.
"Uh, what time is it? It seems like classes are going to be normal today..." Art scratched his head, briefly combed his fluffy hair, and got out of bed to have breakfast.
I didn't notice at all that the crystal bottle placed on the table in front of the window, shining brightly in the sun, had its cork opened again...