The small town outside Clark College, which is fundamentally different from the gorgeous college, is defined as a small town built around the college, responsible for providing basic living conditions for the professors or students of Clark College, if you need to give an example, the function of the town is similar to the dormitory and cafeteria of Earth School.

Clark College did not intervene in the development of the town, did not give the town a meaning of existence, and it is not surprising that anything happens in places where there are no rules and laws, which is fully reflected in the colorful architectural style.

The old streets are deserted, rainwater seeps into the floor tiles, nourishing the weeds growing in the crevices, occasionally you can see some college students passing by, and more often than not, even a person standing here will have a sense of presence because of the empty environment.

On the edge of the wall of the old street, Dyson leaned against the wall, took out a white jade pipe, and after reciting a few awkward syllables in his mouth, his fingers lit up a flame, he smoked his pipe in boredom, and sometimes looked at the towering clock tower in the direction of Clark College in the distance, the clock showed the time of six o'clock in the afternoon, this time was the rest time of Clark College, presumably it would not be long before this street would be lively.

Before long, more and more figures hurried by, but a man stopped in front of Dyson.

The visitor raised his hand and greeted him: "Oh, wait for me here?" ”

"Pretty much." Dyson tapped his pipe, and naturally walked side by side with the visitor, to a tavern run by the town.

Dyson sat down and beckoned to the bartender: "Old rules, Dreiser, what about you?" This time I'm in for a treat. ”

"Then Cosio."

Cosio cocktails are the most exclusive cocktails that this pub can offer, and the prices are not cheap.

Dyson rolled his eyes painfully: "As always, you are not polite to me." ”

Dreiser's shrugged, "Because you look like you're here to trouble me, or to cause me trouble." ”

Dyson leaned back to the chair in the tavern, put down his pipe and smiled: "It's just a long-lost reminiscence, but I don't deny that I have other thoughts." ”

While the waiter was still serving the wine, Dyson looked a little nostalgic: "Aren't you going to come back?" ”

Dreiser picked up a peanut on the table and threw it into his mouth, and replied indifferently: "I have nothing to lose if the Destiny Workshop is gone, not to mention that Vincent is here, you know that I am in the same boat with him, with him without me, this is not my conclusion alone, only this is the consensus between me and him." ”

Dyson nodded regretfully: "That's right." ”

After the bartender finished serving, Dreiser's face sighed as he held the glass of soft cocktail: "If you want to know about the White Dragon Workshop, I can only say that my situation is definitely not as good as you imagined." ”

"Why? Now you are very famous, almost everyone who knows about the Destiny Workshop has heard of the name White Dragon Workshop. A few decades ago, the Destiny Workshop was just a hobbyist-run workshop, but because the interest persevered, more and more like-minded people were found, and the gadget named Magic Games was born at that time. ”

Dreiser's face was displeased: "Are you saying that the White Dragon Workshop has robbed you of your identity as a founder?" ”

"No, I still have this awareness, we are in legitimate competition, but I never thought that you would be on the opposite side of me before."

Dreiser shook his head solemnly: "Dyson, you are mistaken about a fact. ”

"Please."

"It is true that I instigated Professor Simpson to create the White Dragon Workshop, but there is something wrong with your idea from the beginning, because it is not me who instigated Professor Simpson, but why I can instigate Professor Simpson to establish the White Dragon Workshop, which is the fundamental reason."

Dyson just picked up the glass and put it down, thoughtful: "I've heard that Professor Simpson likes to pass the time with games, whether it's fate or some unknown magic game. ”

Dreiser, knocking on the solid wood table, nodded, "That's the result, Professor Simpson founded this workshop because he was interested in some magical games, and I guess you know that reason." ”

Dyson bowed: "Those games that came out two months ago? ”

"Correct explanation, about two months ago, in an accident, Professor Simpson came into contact with a magic prop called Little Overlord, which is said to be a magic game prop that was originally only popular in goblins." Dreiser almost bit his tongue at the thought of the name of the little overlord, this pronunciation was completely different from the language system he was familiar with, it was a transliteration of an unknown language.

If Harvey had seen this disobedience, he would have burst out laughing.

Dyson pronounced a strange pronunciation: "Little Overlord? What a strange pronunciation? It doesn't sound like the language of the Harish language, so why is it related to the goblins again. ”

"As it turned out, all of those games were created by a spellcaster for goblins, and Professor Simpson was drawn to them and pulled a large number of students to play with them, and I was one of them. Boasting that I was familiar with magic games, I was amazed by the whimsy of the designers, and I thought I didn't have the ability to design those simple but fun magic games, so I founded the White Dragon Workshop to help Professor Simpson find a playmate. ”

After a pause, Dryesey said with a funny face: "It's just that we didn't even expect to be approached by the main master, the person who designed these games is a spellcaster from a remote kingdom, named Harvey Adrian, a spellcaster that even Professor Simpson dare not underestimate, Dyson, you should also know Professor Simpson's character, what will that bad character dragon do to those who dare to violate their food and treasure?" ”

Dyson, who was originally a student at Clark College, said seriously: "It will definitely be made into a barbecue." ”

However, in the face of that Harvey Adrian, Professor Simpson obediently gave away the benefits in his mouth, which should give you a more intuitive understanding of the anomalous spellcaster. Harvey Adrian's registration level in the Magic Guild is a median spellcaster, but his own strength should be superior or higher, and most importantly, his overly extensive knowledge reserve, in the field of illusion alone, he has reached a realm that I can only look up to. I'm more of Vincent's assistants now, just the tip of the iceberg of the magical game Harvey Adrian has created, and that's your competitor. ”

"It sounds like a desperate disparity."

Dreiser, leaning back in his chair, was obviously also very interested in Harvey, touched his chin and continued, "In the eyes of the spellcaster, Harvey Adrian is probably an outlier among the aliens, I also looked for his news, and found that he once published a spell paper in the Magic Association at the earliest, which was highly praised by modern spellcasters, called the technology of phantoms, a kind of magic prop developed based on illusion crystals, and that technology was also used in magic games. ”

Under Dreiser's blonde hair, there was a strong interest and curiosity in his eyes: "I heard that this technology was originally developed for the purpose of filming a new art similar to theater, and in Lenya, the capital of the Leander Empire, the territory of the famous Ludwig family, the phantom technology has been implemented, and I plan to find a time to see the true face of this technology." When I left the Destiny Workshop, I also thought that I would go back one day, no, I was sure of it, but now I don't want to go back to the Destiny Workshop, a large part of the reason is that I don't want to be his opponent, no one likes a doomed ending. ”