"It's Carson, he's my teacher," Rhaegar said, "in fact, he raised me." He knew very well that Haim was testing him, but at the same time, he also believed that one of Haim's compatriots did know his teacher - although Carson hadn't left the god of the storm for a hundred years since becoming the master of the Mage's Tower, a hundred years was not a long time for the elves with the shortest lifespan of five hundred years old, and the elf in front of him, for example, although he looked like a young man in his twenties, his actual age was three times that number.

It was clear that Carson and Heim's compatriots were not enemies, and Rhaegar felt that the elf was noticeably less wary when he heard him say Carson's name and his relationship to him accurately.

"Why did you enter the swamp?" Rhaegar asked, "that place has almost nothing but magical beasts and unknown dangers, and almost no one in the mortal world wants to go there except for prepared mages." ”

Heim hesitated for a moment, hesitating whether to tell his secret, if this mage really had intentions on them, then their true purpose must not be hidden from the other party, blindly concealing it would only cause the other party's dissatisfaction, but if he really had no ill will towards himself and his partners, such a powerful mage would undoubtedly be the most powerful help.

"A temple," Heim finally decided, "an abandoned but intact temple, that's where we're looking." ”

Back in the distant age of the gods, when the gods were still the masters of the universe, their followers built countless temples around the world, and countless treasures were enshrined in these temples to win the favor of the gods, and some temples even had artifacts given by the gods. But after the gods disappeared, the temples became the best targets for thieves and those in power, the treasures were robbed, the priests were forced to flee, the temples were reduced to ruins in the war, and to this day, almost no one can find a complete temple.

In a sense, such a temple is equivalent to a treasure.

"I think I now understand why someone would hit you up," Rhaegar said, "and no one can be tempted by that." ”

"And you?" Heim asked, "I don't know what your real purpose in entering the swamp is, but as you said, the danger of that swamp is beyond the reach of a group of warriors, and if you are willing to help us find the temple, we can divide the treasure among them." ”

This is one of the elves' best countermeasures, whether the other party has intentions for the secret in their hands or not, no one can be unmoved in the face of the temptation of a temple, and this proposal can at least postpone the possible time of the other party to deal with them until after the real treasure is found.

Rhaegar knew Haim's mind well, and he knew very well that the elf had never let his guard down.

"Deal. He happily agreed.

After nearly a full day of exposure to the sun, the muddy road finally became dry, which was undoubtedly good news for the dwarves, who lit a campfire in the woods near the roadside when it was almost dark, and prepared to camp.

It's hard to imagine that in this team, it's not Willy, who is a woman, or the attentive elves who are in charge of everyone's diet - the dwarf is automatically excluded, and no one expects the food he makes to be eaten in his stomach - but the giant-like Nack, a massive warrior with a dexterous hand and an innate talent for cooking, and the food stored in Rhaegar's magical pocket is incredibly delicious under his concoction.

Sitting alone far away from the campfire, quietly communicating with his energy particle companions was one of his daily lessons, or rather, it had become an instinct for him - not just to increase his strength, but more importantly, the feeling of being one with his friends made him feel like he was no longer alone.

Yes, he felt lonely, albeit only occasionally. After the awakening of his consciousness as a god, he is no longer a simple undead, and the memories from the god of judgment affect him all the time, although reason still governs his actions, and some desires that do not belong to the undead have begun to appear in the depths of Rhaegar's heart.

However, he could not trust anyone, he was a geist, an undead spirit who did not belong to this world, his body belonged to someone else, his soul came from the greatest deity, and any one of these secrets would be enough to make him a monster in the eyes of the world, even if he was facing a cold-hearted mentor and an infatuated love with his predecessor, Els, he must always be wary of this.

Only those simple and passionate energy particles will never turn their backs on him.

"Would you like some snacks?" Willy came to him at some point, "Nack is a good cook, and he makes great pastries." ”

Rhaegar opened her eyes and looked at the female warrior who was feared by her enemies, she was completely devoid of her strength on the battlefield, no different from a girl of the same age.

"You seem to have been through a lot," Willy did not leave, but sat down next to Rhaegar after her kindness was politely rejected, "Your eyes are completely out of match for your age. ”

Rhaegar could feel the kindness revealed in the fluctuations of the other person's soul, and it was clear that the girl had approached him only out of concern and gratitude, and perhaps some curiosity, rather than being instructed by someone else.

"Never judge a mage's age by their appearance," Rhaegar said, surprised even by the gentleness of his tone, "Many mages have their own ways of staying young, and of course, many more like to have their looks change over time. ”

"So," said Willy, with a soft smile, "what shall I call you? Uncle Lega? or, Daddy Rhaegara?"

Her words made Rhaegar laugh, and even he had to admit that the girl's smile was charming, and if Elsie was compared to a clear and gentle spring that made people always yearn to take her into their arms, then Willy was a flame that danced in the night, so beautiful and attractive to anyone who longed for light and heat.

- Of course, it is also dangerous for people who approach without permission.

"No," Rhaegar said, "I'm not that old, at least not old enough to use magic to keep my face up. ”

"You look good when you laugh," Willy said suddenly, "at least for the young opposite sex, has no one told you this?"

Unable to find the right answer to this question, neither in his memories of being a god nor in his experiences after regaining consciousness, Rhaegar suddenly experienced a feeling called embarrassment.

For the rest of the night, Rhaegar did not meditate, lying on the ground looking at the stars in the sky, when he suddenly realized that the faint loneliness that had haunted him not long ago was gone.

He eventually attributed this to the exchange he had just finished with the energy particles.

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