Gabriel purchased three magical materials, namely the rhizome of cacao grass, the sweat of the Demongol worm, and the curse of Shilka (a hybrid of plants and animals). Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe first two are more common magic materials and are easy to buy, while Shilka's curse is a scarce species, and Rao is a developed trade in Famagus and has been looking for a long time to find a seller. The transaction process was very smooth, the seller was an old mercenary who could read words, although Gabriel deliberately concealed his identity, but the pure magic fluctuations still made the seller see the clues, did not dare to open his mouth, and even took the initiative to reduce some prices.

The task was completed, and he hurried away with the magic materials in his hand. Cross the wide Yerson Street, turn right for 300 meters into a small inn, go up to the second floor, come to the innermost house, and knock lightly.

"Enter."

The unusually dull and thick voice came, much thicker than the voice of ordinary men, with strong masculine characteristics, but it did not make people feel vulgar, and the tone was calm and slow like a beautiful heavy bass, more like a noble aristocratic art.

Gabriel lowered his head, remaining respectful and reverent, and slowly walked inside.

The room was filled with endless light, and under the light, the ordinary little room became magnificent, as if in the palace of the sun god. The light gushed and contracted, rising and falling like a tidal wave, with the rhythmic oscillation of the man's breath. Gradually, the light began to converge and slowly retract into the man's body. The room lost its brilliance and became unremarkable again.

Gabriel looked up and saw a majestic back.

That man is the King of Light, the King of Light who makes the race worship and makes the aliens tremble.

He has long white hair, not the pale of the elderly, but as white as the holy light, clean, sacred, and vibrant, like the white clouds floating in the blue sky, like the silver moon hanging high in the night sky. But he was dressed modestly, except for a white magic robe, and nothing else.

The aristocracy of any world is arrogant and extravagant, and this is an inevitable phenomenon - if you control so many resources, if you don't waste them, do you keep them moldy? The poor also want to be extravagant and wasteful, but they don't have that capital. Anyone who holds a half-official position in the Academy of Magic or the Magic Guild is extremely luxurious, the texture of the magic robe is very exquisite, all kinds of status symbolic ornaments and badges are also readily available, and even the magic wand is carefully polished by the top craftsmen of the dwarven race, and it is inlaid with all kinds of rare treasures. This is not a posturing, but a stepping stone into high society.

The King of Light was a man of the utmost simplicity, without hordes of attendants, without innumerable treasures, without palatial dwellings, without majestic mounts. This trip only brought a third-level magician who was not in the stream as an entourage.

Most people love to show off, this is the nature of the bones, the inevitable choice of species evolution, the subtext of showing off is: I am strong, you better not come to mess with me. This is beneficial to the survival of the species, can reduce unnecessary trouble, surrender without a fight, and minimize the loss of survival competition.

But from another point of view, showing off represents a weak heart. Because I am afraid that others will compete and others will provoke me, I use external objects to make myself appear very powerful.

Truly powerful people don't need to show off, because they have nothing to fear.

For example, the King of Light.

He's too powerful, too powerful to fake anything. Even with his bare ass, he was the noblest man in Montechi.

So he is unpretentious.

Gabriel respectfully placed the three magic materials on the table, his body bowed slightly, and he stood silent.

The holy light erupted, enveloping all the magical materials, and they were quickly assimilated, turning into a pure and immaculate light, forming a huge eye in the air.

This is the Eye of the God of Light, a high-level light magic that can spy on all the qi in a radius of thousands of miles, which is clearer and more thorough than the scan of spiritual power.

Most spells can be performed with only magical elements, while a small number require magical materials, such as the Vision of Light.

The King of Light closed his naked eyes and felt with his heart everything that the Eye of Light observed.

The world is magnified 10 million times clearly, and a speck of dust is the size of a mountain, just like watching an ultra-high-resolution high-tech movie, and can speed up or slow down the camera with the mind. Under the gaze of the Eye of the God of Light, every inch of land and every living creature has nothing to hide, and the great Famagus has no secrets, like a girl who has been stripped naked.

The King of Light didn't find what he was looking for.

A hundred years ago, the great shaman of the orc tribe swore that in the season of mandala blooming, the night when the knight star and the rose star rotated parallel to each other, the chapter of the gods would reappear in Famagus. He exchanged this message for his own life, and also for a hundred years of peace for the orcs. The King of Light was not afraid that he would lie, and no one dared to blaspheme the Light, and those who dared to blaspheme were already dead.

Calculate the time, it should be today.

To be on the safe side, the King of Light came to Famagus early, exhausted all kinds of detection methods, and had no clue. Don't doubt that the survey of the strongest people in the mainland is so detailed that it can't be overstated. He even knew how many virgins, how many mules, how many rubble, but he didn't know where the chapter of the gods was.

He searched the city and the outside, but he had no clue.

He won't give up.

The chapter of the gods is important, there is no doubt about it. He is indeed very powerful, invincible in Montech, but looking at the vast history, he is only one of the countless strong people, not special, nor shining, he often asks himself, 50,000 years later, will I still be remembered by future generations?

The answer is no.

Those who are qualified for eternity are peerless powerhouses, such as the undead monarch Scarlet.

Montechi's long history can be roughly divided into three phases - the Dark Age, the Age of Sorcery, and the Age of Magic. The Dark Age is the most powerful, followed by the Age of Sorcery, the Age of Magic is a little weak due to its short years, but it has a lot of potential, and there is still a lot of room for improvement, such as the Forbidden Spell can be studied on top of the higher spells, but it takes an infinite amount of time.

In the Dark Age, Montech was ruled by fallen angels and demons, a species so powerful that even the Supreme Dragons would bow their heads, but Scarlet single-handedly banished the two races, and the difficulties can be imagined. If the King of Light were to travel back in time to those dark years, his enemies would no longer be Golden Beamon, the Divine Dragon, and the Elven King, but Seraphim and the Star Warden.

It was not a time of light.

Luckily, Scarlet's saga can be replicated, and by getting the Chapter of the Gods, he will become another immortal legend.

The Eye of Light was still shining, scanning all the clues within a radius of thousands of miles.

He suddenly felt a familiar aura.

It was the breath of God.

The King of Light snapped open his eyes and galloped out of the city.