"Are you going to test if you can follow its instructions to explore a less dangerous ruin and gain knowledge............?"

Punk asked Aztlan with a blank face.

"Yes, I chose to come here by following my instincts, which were clearly influenced by it, and I did gain a lot of knowledge, and I even had the opportunity to study the magic locks, which countless legendary mages had dreamed of, but at the cost of being locked up in a cage full of knowledge and unable to get out............"

Smiling helplessly, Aztran's eyes also showed a slightly complicated look, it seemed that the conversation with Punk reminded him of his self-indulgence 200,000 years ago.

Soon, however, the white-robed mage adjusted his mood and continued to introduce the "main topic" to Punk that he had originally wanted to emphasize.

"Alas, although I am a spellcaster majoring in enchantment and summoning spells, I will definitely not understand this incredible magic mystery in a short period of time with the little enchantment knowledge I have learned, so I have been trapped here for a full 200,000 years...... You know, I'm only 286,725 years old this year, and before I know it...... I've spent more time in this ruin than I've spent in the first half of my life."

Introducing his "encounter" in a tone that was neither salty nor light, Aztran's voice was still gentle, and even when passing through a misty area, the "noble mage" who was like a bard watching the scenery still drew a thread of magic between the verdant leaves of the rainforest, and then manipulated the fog in the rainforest to dissipate a little.

Judging from Aztlan's skillful and natural control, it seems that he has personally done these simple tasks many times, and even if he is followed by a few legendary powerhouses of unknown origin, this calm white-robed mage still maintains a slow "rhythm of life".

At this time, even Punk realized that the white-robed mage in front of him was different, or that it was incompatible with ordinary legendary professionals.

It is a kind of comfort like an old man enjoying a peaceful life, a kind of comfort like a hard-working office worker ushering in a holiday, and a kind of "comfort" of a terminally ill patient waiting for death in a hospital bed............ Although Aztlan has repeatedly mentioned that it is "unfortunate" that he is being kept in a cage.

But in fact, in the eyes of the punk, not only did the mage in front of him not have any grief and indignation towards this situation in a cage from beginning to end, but even the aura revealed from his body actually carried a lot of the taste of enjoying life.

Even Aztlan did have some displeasure, but his displeasure was not caused by being locked in a magical lock, but simply because he was dissatisfied with the fact that the era of the "Legendary Island" had blocked too many spellcasters.

It was only at this time that the punk, who had not said much, realized with surprise that the "homeland" in Aztlan's mouth was not good...... It's not just a metaphorical word.

“............ Although you call the incident of being locked in a magical mystery "encounter", I don't see in you any emotion that can match the "encounter", in fact, I don't think you have any desire to get out quickly, and I even think you are enjoying your life now, if you don't mind............ Can you explain to me what the hell you're thinking?"

When two legendary professionals talk to each other, straightforward questions are often more convenient and quick than roundabout words, and Punk is not good at asking questions in a tactful tone, so although the questions he asks to the white-robed spellcaster at this time are natural, they are somewhat abrupt.

As soon as the white-robed mage finished speaking, the punk's question of not leaving the other party any time to think immediately followed.

However, Aztlan is obviously not a pedantic aristocrat, and he has always expressed his desire for peace, so although Punk's question is blunt and blunt, Aztlan patiently explains without care:

"Hmm...... Your feeling is right, after all, the magic lock is too profound, it is not something that ordinary level legendary professionals can crack at all, after understanding this, I believe you will also understand that there is no point in being anxious...... Taking a step back, it's not just magic in my life that makes sense."

At this point, Aztlan slowly stopped, and he reached out and gently brushed the green blades of grass beside him, and under the infusion of the vitality transformed by the magic power, these flowers and plants bloomed one after another.

"Look, isn't this thriving scenery worth admiring? Aren't they more suitable for being with a knowledge-hungry spellcaster than the endless fighting, and the first thing I did when I was in this huge cage and found it difficult to leave, was to create many elements with my magic, to make a small sun that was quite good to hang in the air, and finally to synthesize the seeds of plants and sow them, creating a complete ecological environment............"

Silently glancing at the green shrubs that stretched to the horizon, Aztran's eyes looked like an art-loving aristocrat admiring a beautiful picture.

At the same time, Aztlan, who may not have communicated with intelligent beings on an equal footing for more than 200,000 years, did not forget to open the conversation and continue his "answer":

“............ By the way, since I have studied the human body, in addition to this dense rainforest, I have also made many ordinary human beings according to the material composition of the human body, and 200,000 years have passed, and since I have limited the number of people to no more than one million, they are all living and working in peace and contentment in this small world without war, hunger, and plague...... I also built a magic school according to a similar model to the Mage Guild, but my magic school does not have those dark exploitation and evil bullying, so I believe that my magic school is definitely more capable of cultivating ............talents than the "black factory" of the Mage Guild."

With a confident smile, the white-robed mage stepped forward again.

Bathed in soft sunlight, Aztlan's tone became much lighter when talking about his "achievements", and even the guy summed up to Punk in a lazy tone:

"How's it going? Is my life full and happy? here I can build my ideal Garden of Eden, I can study the unattainable magic locks, I can enjoy peace and quiet, and I don't even have to make trouble endlessly with the "interference mechanism............

To be honest, I used to be ambitious, and I have experienced legendary battles once or twice, but ...... Now I don't think there's anything wrong with staying here all the time, anyway, the legends of the multiverse are going to live in seclusion sooner or later, right? Where is seclusion not seclusion? I'm lucky to compare it this way, at least the vast majority of legendary spellcasters don't want to look at this beautiful and magnificent magic lock."