Ten days after saying goodbye to his dream, Lecter finally had a complete and wonderful sleep again.

The easiest to get is often not cherished, lost and will regret it, only when you get it again can you know how good it is.

When he woke up again, he had already thought that he could directly knock out Murphy in the future to ensure his sleep quality.

It was the next morning, and the soft sunlight shone through the small windows of the Wizard's Tower, shining on the quaint wooden floor, and the diffuse reflection principle of the two worlds brightened the whole room.

Murphy grabbed his short hair, which was still in good spirits, and felt that the whole person was still half-asleep and half-awake, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

The surroundings were unfamiliar, the stone walls separated him from the outside world, and there was nothing in the whole space except for the stone bed under him and a small table next to him.

"It seems that when I was using the magic text programming, I fainted from exhaustion, so here?"

He looked around, trying to find a clue to where he had been, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

"Hello," Suddenly, the space in front of him flashed with ripples, and an old man slowly walked out of it.

Murphy's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the old man who appeared out of thin air.

"This old man, don't you know how to take the stairs, you have to show off your skills and use teleportation." Lecter stretched in the space of consciousness and complained.

"You must be the chief magician of the House of Magic, the greatest magician of our time, one of the Seven Sages of the Apocalypse, and the Sage in Red."

Murphy's eyes flashed with a little star called worship, and in an instant, he had already sorted out his yellow training uniform, stood in front of the old man respectfully, and almost engraved the word idol on his face.

"Doesn't this old man have a name of his own? The Seven Sages, the Sages in Red, are there still Sages in Orange and Sages in Yellow? And if you're not colorblind, the old man in front of you isn't wearing red. Lecter chattered.

Murphy continued to show respect to the old man in front of him, and at the same time replied to Lecter in his consciousness: "For a long time, the world has been in turmoil, countless strong people have fallen in the war, and their lives have been ruined. Together, they founded the Apocalypse Society, which governed the world's magical order, ushering in an era of peace, and later generations called them the Seven Sages of the Apocalypse. ”

"To commemorate their exploits, people spontaneously made seven sacred garments of different colors and offered them them. Since then, people have replaced their original names with the names of sages as a sign of respect. And the sacred garments, as their symbols, are worn only when the apocalypse is held and when battles are held. ”

"When one of them dies, he will choose the strongest among his students, inherit his holy garment, and become a new sage, and the one in front of him is the second generation of sages in red."

"It turned out to be a second-generation official, no wonder this old man is so embarrassed." After listening to Murphy's explanation, Lecter instantly lost interest in the old man and began to program in his own consciousness space.

"Your parents are excellent warriors, they studied magic with me back then, and they are standing in front of me just like you are now, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed, and their children have grown up." The sage in red ran his withered hand over Murphy's face, his gaze soft and loving.

Living in seclusion in this small mage tower, walking alone on the path of magic, I owe too much to this world.

Then, he changed his words and slowly asked, "Are you willing to be my disciple?"

"This ......" Murphy hesitated, although there was no master-apprenticeship between him and Lecter, but Lecter taught him magic magic, but there was a master-apprentice relationship.

"You kid, promise, although the sage disciple is not as good as the red dragon host, it can also make you take fewer detours in the future." Lecter encouraged Murphy with great satisfaction, and he was from Earth, and he didn't care about it because of his quality education.

"Okay," Murphy replied softly, his tone of excitement hard to hide.

The cardinal sage grabbed Murphy's right hand, and pressed his withered palm against the back of his hand.

After a long time, Murphy felt a burning heat hit the back of his hand, and on the back of his hand, a red pattern of a round Ouroboros around the Big Dipper appeared.

"This is my personal disciple mark," the red-clothed sage withdrew his hand, as if he saw the figure holding the guardian giant sword and resolutely walking towards the battlefield, which was gradually overlapping with the young man in front of him.

"At least you can have a guarantee in Sheehan City, and I hope it's not too late to make this compensation."

The sage in red shook his head, put away his thoughts, and asked gently, "Can you tell me something about the magic you used yesterday?" ”

In the space of consciousness, Lecter is working on his third app, one that will truly change the world.

In his spare time, Lecter instructed Murphy: "Show the old man our Magic Computer, this is the real purpose of the old man looking for you, we can't let the old man down." ”

Murphy nodded, covered his right eye with his right hand, and said, "Okay, I'll show you the following." ”

After speaking, he slowly let go of his right hand, and in his right eye, a silvery-white block of light was spinning at high speed.

The block of light burst out of his right eye, growing larger in front of him, forming a ten-inch screen, and at this time, a large nine-petal purple chrysanthemum was displayed on the screen, and the characters below the line that read "The Demon Brain is activating ......" were flashing rapidly.

"This is the first generation of the operating system of the Demon Brain, codenamed Red Dragon I. I put it on while you were unconscious, don't thank me. Lecter was typing the characters blindly as he explained to Murphy.

When the system was turned on, there were only two icons on the empty desktop, one for Minesweeper and the other for a calculator.

Even if he had already seen it once, the appearance of the demon brain still made the red-clothed sage unable to hide his shock.

"This is the magical creation I formed using magic magic, although its function is not perfect, but even now, it is strong enough for ordinary people to look up to." Murphy read Lecter's manuscript in a serious manner.

After speaking, Murphy clicked on the calculator icon, entered a string of numbers, and quickly performed four operations, all of which were completed in one second.

"Wait," the sage in red lay on the ground in a rather embarrassed posture, took out his wand, and quickly drew the calculus on the floor.

After about a quarter of an hour passed, the sage in red finally raised his head and stared at the numbers on the screen, his hand holding his wand trembled involuntarily, and he muttered to himself: "How is it possible, it is not bad at all, all calculations are done in an instant." This, this is really a great invention, it is greater than any creation in this world, is magic really the realm of God? ”

"It's more powerful than that," Murphy said to the Cardinal Sage as a minesweeper.

That is, as long as something is input, it will perform the calculation, and the result will be produced. The magic brain, the magic brain, maybe it can be like the human brain. "In just a few simple demonstrations, the Sage in Red captures the point of the Demon Brain with his keen magical observation.

"No, it's not just computing, it's a lot more than it can do."

Lecter was a little surprised, worthy of being a man standing at the peak of this world's power, and he really had something extraordinary.

"Old man, there's more to shock you in the future, but protect your heart," Lecter smirked in surprise, his fingers flying up and down the virtual keyboard.

My prediction was correct, in this era when even arithmetic chips are considered high-tech, the super powerful computing power is enough to be crowned with the title of miracle.

That's the ultimate greatness of the computer, that's why it's called an electronic computer, and of course, now it's called a magic computer.

"Seducing the old man is very successful, and the next thing is to fool him and work for me willingly." Lecter hit enter hard, smiling and thinking.