The magician's chamber was a clutter of pockets and chests, large and small, and a few bags of mustard paste, garlic powder, tansy, poppy, flame grass, and other unknown herbs by the door nearly tripped over the weakened Vanessa. On the shelves, on the floor, there were all kinds of magic tools piled up everywhere, and there was almost no place to stand.

A small, very old man looked up from a pile of scattered scrolls and stared at the presbyopia wearing glasses under wine bottles, "How did you do this?" Then he saw the six-pointed star-shaped wound on Vanessa's arm, and it dawned on him, "Oh, that old witch sent you here!" The magician Trent snapped, closing the book he was reading, and jumped out of his chair, Vanessa realized how short he was, a goose with a straight neck was half a yard taller than the magician, and now, the goose was swinging its short arms to his feet, looking up at herself angrily, "She also found the blood of the king!" No wonder it took you so long to get here. ”

"What?" Vanessa was completely stunned, "What's 'no wonder', what's the blame?" ”

"Ghosts!" The magician cried out, "Those ghosts, the ghosts who died for you in this life. He jumped up the ladder, took a vial from the shelf, shook it, opened the cap and approached the base of the noses of the two young men, and let each of them sniff it, and the power immediately returned to them, both of them looking radiant, without the slightest hint of the wolf bèi who had just been haunted by all ghosts.

Vanessa was shocked, not because of the magician's potion, but because of the ghosts. She hadn't counted them carefully, but she knew it wasn't a small number, and at some point in the future, so many people would die because of me, and they would all be killed by me!

Vanessa involuntarily grabbed Reina's arm, and despite sniffing the potion of rejuvenation, the shock made her unsteady on her feet.

The magician was still muttering, "...... The most annoying thing is that you princesses and princes have nothing to do all day long, either because they want strong magic, or they want to know their future, what the result is, and they are not being used. He squinted at the crumbling Vanessa, "What good did the stinky old woman promise you by sending you to steal the crystal ball?" ”

Before Vanessa could recover from the shock, Reina took her shoulders and shook her head in reply.

"Didn't give anything? Hmph, older people are really getting more and more stingy. He said to himself, unaware that he was also an old man with gray hair and lost teeth. You go back and sue her, the crystal ball has been used for other purposes, and I can't return it to her anyway, besides, if you want to lose the bet, how can she still have the face to steal it? ”

"Would you like to lose?" Vanessa was attracted by this sentence and gradually came back to her senses.

"Didn't Glab tell you before I came?" Trent glared at eyes of all sizes, "Hmph, yes, how could she tell you such a humiliating thing - we use magic scrolls and spells to attack each other, and if we lose, we will give each other the most powerful magic weapon." ”

"But it's not fair!" Vanessa protested, "You're a magician, and Glaeb is just a prophet, and all her magic is used to defend her homeland!" ”

"Wrong." Trent interrupted the princess with his eyes closed, "I'm a person who combines magic, and I don't produce magic myself. ”

"Group, group?" It's an ancient word that only prehistoric humans would have used, in their magic class called "chemistry."

"Yes, my magic is a combination of spells, combining spells and scrolls to form a new magic. Look there," Trent smugly pointed to the door where the two young men had entered, and in the middle of the door frame was a fist-sized spar, no material to be seen, but the cut was fine, and the texture was clear and transparent, "Isn't it amazing that I combined Glob's crystal ball and the illusion gate, and the result is the death passage you just walked?" ”

"No, it's cruel and useless." Vanessa looked at the magician with a blank expression. Is this old man's brain burned by the magic scroll, and it's just a matter of setting traps outside his own secret room, and he has to come up with so many tricks to make life worse than death.

"You don't understand that by sifting through these channels, I can know which visitors are clean and which are filthy and troublesome, which saves me a lot of time. The trap door will automatically turn away people I don't want to see, sending them back to where they came from, and those who are destined will eventually reach my treasure chamber, just like the two of you. The little old man stared at Vanessa, "I'm sorry about the death passage, I can't do anything about those ghosts, it belongs to the prophecy of the crystal ball. Some people come across guò without encountering anything, while others get lost in it or cower until their magic fails and they are sent back to their point of origin - as are the other eight gates. ”

"Also made with stolen magic items?" Vanessa said sarcastically.

"The other eight aren't as skinny as Glaub." The magician grimaced.

"The crystal ball is the life medium of the prophets, they are closely related, life and death are linked!"

"Then she shouldn't even bet it on me!" Trent didn't budge.

"Since you're so fond of betting," Vanessa blinked, "do you dare to bet with me?" ”

"Of course!" As soon as the words came out, Trent hurriedly stopped him with his hands, but it was too late, and his movements were clumsy and ridiculous, like a clown in the Campbrai circus.

Don't underestimate this clown, he's a magician with powerful magic! Vanessa rolled her eyes, thinking about how the game would be played and how much it would cost. Trent behaves a bit like a child, so he doesn't think it's wrong to snatch someone else's things by force, that is, his thinking is a straight line, so is it possible for him to fall into the trap of some paradox? Try it and find out.

"I bet you love this crystal ball, and you'll punish us if we break it!" Vanessa set a trap and waited for Trent.

The magician was stunned for a moment, "Of course I like crystal balls, but ......"

"But what? Don't dare to take the risk? Vanessa pushed his self-esteem, "Or are you afraid that the two of us little ones will win you?" ”

"Of course not, I mean, but what's your bet?" A hint of cunning flashed in the magician's eyes.

"Well—" Vanessa really hadn't thought about it.

"I want your servant." Trent offered to ask, and he looked at Reina with excited and greedy eyes, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides, as if he couldn't control his salivation for the archer.

"Reina is not my servant," Vanessa sniffed something unsettling from the mage's attitude, was there something wrong with her game? Why is he so confident, and he can't wait to make a request, could it be that he has walked into the trap of a magician?

"Does it matter," the magician waved his short arm again, "he'll have to stay anyway if he loses." ”

"With all due respect," Vanessa pointed out, "Reiner gave Glob the voice in exchange, he can't speak now, he can't be your servant, and his strength is archery," Vanessa looked at the small chamber, "I don't think you have enough space here for him to do what he is good at—what do you want him to do?" ”

"I have my own reasoning, do you bet or not?" Trent said impatiently.

Vanessa looked up at Reina, whose blue eyes had no expression, and the princess whispered close to his ear, "Listen to my instructions and shoot the crystal ball." ”

"We bet. But what about your bets, Mr. Magician? Vanessa asked.

"Your choice is yours to have my magic items." Trent spread his hands generously, and the floor was littered with magic scrolls, attack circles, and spell runes.

"I don't want these things that will be wasted once you use them." The princess had seen the formation of magical objects, and people had milked small portions of their magic like cows, tied them to paper rolls or wooden objects, and sold them at the bazaar for a small amount of money. More than half of the magic items are not very useful, and even the offensive magic is not as damaging as real swords, and most of them are as ridiculous and boring as Weimar's wake-up spell, and they are useless after use, and you have to spend more money on them.

"The three gates you've assembled," Vanessa asked the magician with a wicked smile as she bent down, "you've never walked through it yourself, have you?" ”

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