Lydia looked at Muse with a playful face, and Muse, who knew her temperament, looked at her heart and nose decisively, and then looked at Lydia with a look of innocence, innocence, and I didn't know anything.

No matter what Lydia thinks, he's just pretending to be stupid anyway......

"Uninteresting guys. The two stared at each other for a moment, and Lydia suddenly muttered, and turned to go deeper into the room.

And she threw down a sentence that seemed to be puffing up: "Follow me!"

Keeping a large number of protective spells on his body, Muse cautiously followed.

Who knows if Lydia will suddenly come up with something. Muse thought it would be better for him to be cautious......

And slapping a lot of protective spells on himself first was also a necessary measure when he visited Lydia's Floating City in the previous life, and her bad jokes were even more excessive at that time!

Have you ever stepped through a door where a golem with black smoke, sparks, and parts flying all over the sky slammed into your face with a fist thicker than your head in a posture that would either you die or I would die?

Have you ever been in a situation where you push open a door and then the sky goes dark for a while, and by the time you react, you have already been transported to the fire elemental plane, and the hordes of fire elementals around you are looking at you with "friendly" eyes, and then greet you with their "warm welcome"?

Have you ever been in a situation where you have just put a knife and fork on top of the food while enjoying a hearty meal, and the dish cooked by Arcane Gastronomy in front of you suddenly becomes a dark dish made by Dark Gastronomy with three pairs of eyes, two pincers, eight tentacles, and crawling all over the table?

The Muse can tell you with certainty that he's been in all of these situations! and in Lydia's Floating City!

Although at that time, as a muse of the Grand Arcanist, was faced with the question of whether it was a spell or a few spells, he still had a terrible headache for Lydia's nasty jokes!

So the muse feels that he still has to be more cautious now, the previous situation of being cheated because of carelessness, the muse will definitely not let it happen again!

To his astonishment, the Muse followed Lydia to a small living room, where the splendid décor was still intact, and the beautifully decorated furniture was in its place, not as ruined by Lydia as the living room outside......

Lydia casually sat on one of the sofas, and after motioning for the muse to sit down, she took out a set of tea sets from the space bag by herself, and at the same time, the silver light in her hand flashed, and in an instant, all the tea sets were arranged, and the tea leaves and water were added to the teapot.

She tapped a little more on the teapot, and the brilliance of a little spell flashed, and the teapot was filled with the sound of tea boiling, and a refreshing fragrance permeated.

Seemingly intoxicated by the aroma of tea, Lydia couldn't wait to pour herself a cup, and didn't want to wait, so she directly used a cooling spell to cool it down, and took a sip.

The muse, who was sitting across from Lydia, watched Lydia's self-conscious movements with black lines, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.

"If you want to drink it, pour it yourself. The corners of Lydia's mouth twitched slightly, and she motioned for the muse to pour her own tea.

Sighing helplessly, the muse of the previous life was already surprised by Lydia's behavior, his hands also lit up with a slight magic aura, and the mage hand that he quietly used also picked up the teapot and poured tea for the teacup placed in front of him.

And when the muse put the teapot back in its original position, he looked up and met Lydia's smiling gaze.

At some point, she pulled up her very low hood a little, revealing her delicate countenance, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Muse with a smile.

The muse decisively continued to look at his nose and his nose, and even if Lydia found something, he would not admit it.

Could he still say that he was a future Grand Arcanist who, after all he had been through, had returned to the present through the river of time due to coincidences that even he didn't know?

The Muse dared to assure that if he dared to say so, nothing good would happen.

If the Muse were to say these words to ten mages, it would be ridiculous that seven out of ten mages would use their knowledge of magic to refute the Muse's claims, while two mages would be skeptical, and the last mage would go straight out and try to capture the muse as a precious specimen of experiments, and then there would be all sorts of crazy experiments that mages were used to......

And it just so happened that according to Muse's knowledge of Lydia, she definitely belonged to the last kind of crazy alchemist.

"So, Muse, should I call you a Wizard?"

"Or should I call you, Arcanist?"

Lydia's melodious voice rang out, and at the same time, a faint spell flashed in her other hand, which was lowered because she didn't take the teacup, and a faint energy spread, a small spell of the mind suggestion type.

As she said this, Lydia's bright eyes fixed on Muse's face, as if trying to discern the answer she wanted from the subtle changes in expression on his face.

But Lydia was destined to be disappointed, and there was no superfluous change in the muse's face, and only a blank look appeared on his face.

"Uh, Lord Lydia, what are you talking about?" said the Muse, blankly, "Are you talking about some advanced spell jargon, I'm sorry, but I don't seem to understand ......"

"Does he really not know, who is his mentor in the Arcane Ring, and how does it seem that there are so many things that have not been taught?" Lydia thought to herself as she looked at the muse's blank face.

She quietly cast another mind-suggesting spell, a small trick that Lydia wouldn't mind using to make things easier.

"And who taught you the spells you mastered?" asked Lydia again.

"This ......" There seemed to be a look of struggle on Muse's face, which to Lydia saw as a sign that her spell was in effect, and the power of the spell was making Muse say what he was unwilling to say.

"I learned these spells from a strange book that I had drifted from the sea, and I was strolling on the beach and ...... by chance" The muse's expression seemed to become a little wooden, and he told the "truth" that Lydia wanted to know.