"For the Divine Mansion, your teacher, how did the first Grey Robe teach you?" asked the figure on the lake.

Cheese looked down for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "I'm afraid my teacher doesn't think I'll use this knowledge." ”

"Huh," the laughter came from the ram's skull, startling. After all, the calm and even indifferent posture that the wet soul had shown so far had made the mage unthinkable that he would also be as emotional as a person, but then, when Cheese was expecting to hear more, the tone of the Wanderer in the Rain changed to be as calm as before, "There are two reasons why Clark doesn't teach you this. One, although I have to admit that he is the best spellcaster I have ever seen, he is still human. Man cannot be omniscient and omnipotent. So he doesn't teach you because he himself doesn't know what is high. ”

"And what about the second point?" said the mage almost directly, for it seemed to him that his teacher would never be completely ignorant. After all, that man had even been to hellish places like the Abyss, and even ancient evil spirits like the Well of Pollution were impressed by his existence, and to say that he was unfamiliar with the Divine Mansion, Cheese did not agree.

The black horns were crooked, and the wet soul didn't seem to expect the mage to be so impatient, but he continued, "The second possibility is that he understands, or rather involves knowledge about the Divine Mansion, but he doesn't want to teach them. Perhaps, he only taught it to a specific apprentice, perhaps, he never said it. But in short, the Lord of the Grey Tower doesn't think that these things are something that all of his students need to know. ”

This explanation is much more acceptable to Cheese. Whether Clark kept silent about all the grey robes out of safety, or granted it specifically to an apprentice who had a talent for the Dao, the mage could understand. But he also thought about why the wet soul mentioned these things, "I guess, you're going to make up for this lesson for me now, right?"

"I don't have the time or interest to be an evangelist. And the efficiency of the professor is too low. The wet soul said, gently raising his hand. Perhaps that is not accurate, because His so-called arm, which is also part of the black robe on his body, feels like a hand sticking out from the edge of the robe and lifting it upward. A lump of water was carried out of the water by an invisible force. Before Cheese could react, the water balloon enveloped his head at a great speed, and a large number of bubbles spewed out along the mage's mouth and nose, and his hands grabbed his head indiscriminately, but no matter how hard the mage tried, he couldn't get the water ball off his head.

"Transmitting information in this way will completely destroy the brains of most living things. But you have the rain of the first rain in your body, so you won't get any actual damage, at most, you can experience the pain of drowning. Seeing Cheese fall to his knees on the shore and struggle in vain, the wet soul said slowly. Then it sank to the bottom of the lake just like it did when it appeared.

When the water of the lake finally flowed into the mage's head, most of which was not the mouth, Cheese lay on the water's edge and gulped in the air.

"You don't look good. Jack's voice came from behind, and it was clear that the wolfwalkers were tired of running. He walked over to the mage and asked, frowning.

"It's okay, it's fine. Cheese took a final deep breath to suppress all the discomfort, and he sat up, realizing that Jack hadn't fully changed back into human form. After a second thought, he began to worry about the strangeness that the wolfwalker would feel when he saw the lake that suddenly appeared, and he looked at the other party a little nervously.

Who knew that the werewolf was not surprised when he saw the lake, but the cheese's gaze made him a little uncomfortable, "You don't like the way I look?" He mistakenly thought that it was his wolf head that made the mage uneasy.

"No, it's just the lake..."

"What lake? Isn't this lake here for a long time? You asked me to bring you here. By the way, what's the name of this lake..."Jack looked down at the name of the lake that didn't exist a long time ago, completely unaware that the scene in front of him had changed dramatically from before he left.

This was a relief to Cheese, but on the other hand, he took a step closer to understanding these outsiders. "Terrible existence, every one of them is. He looked down and began to wonder if he had been affected in a similar way. The result was unknown, but it reminded the mage of what the Wet Soul had given him.

"Divine Mansion?" muttered Cheese, who could sense that there was a lot of new information in his head, but it made him a little jealous. As a spellcaster, the mage cared so much about the purity of his spirit, and he was not sure if he would become a fanatical follower of the evil god if he would come into contact with what the evil god had given him.

But he also faintly felt that the wet soul did not hesitate to show up in person to teach him this knowledge, and there must be some important reason. In terms of answering questions, the evil gods seem to be no different from the real gods, and they like not to give direct answers, even if it leads to many detours for their followers.

"So, you're done here, aren't you?" said the wolfwalker, looking around, the sun setting from its highest point on the calm lake.

The mage nodded, and with a whistle, he summoned his mount. In fact, Cheese also considered whether to directly ask Migo to help, but considering the unknown opponent he was about to meet, he was not sure if the addition of the dragon would really help. After all, he had already called Migo when he was in the royal capital, and the other party would definitely be on guard if he played the same trick a few more times.

After mounting, the mage took one last look at the calm lake, the water was not clear, but it was not as turbid as the wet spirits descended, and he also noticed that there were even occasional ripples caused by fish rising to the surface. Tamper with memories, magic can do it. But the ability to revise almost the entire reality like this made Cheese, who was the caster, feel a deep sense of fear.

As he set out on his path to catch up with his companions, a thought popped into the mage's mind, why was the Wet Soul showing his power so much this time? This did not fit his usual image, the miracles of the Wanderer in the Rain were often obscure, at least not as obvious as the sudden appearance of the waters. So, is this implying something?

For a moment, the mage really wanted to read the information in his mind. Wait, wait.

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