"Oh, look at that beautiful little house, look at the neatly arranged tiles on the roof, look at the girl standing at the door, is she a young girl who sells bread......? It's like smashing her to the ground along with her house............"

Mad knights will always be mad knights, and the evil camp will always be evil camps, destroying, killing, abusing and bullying the weak............ These heinous acts are their favorite form of entertainment.

But at this time, Punk wouldn't allow Kane to run wild, and he didn't want to try what it was like to clash with a level 35 spellcaster.

So, when the legendary knight, who no longer quarrels with "Smiling", begins to look at the innocent passers-by who are full of smiles and sunny work with a malicious look, Punk warns Kane without looking back:

"Don't make trouble, Mr. Bizardas, we don't need to fight an enemy who is clearly not weak, it's in our best interest to walk quietly in the city, at least until we know enough about the Aztlan, any substantive conflict is not necessary."

"Anla, An, Uncle Ben has a good idea, but it's very uncomfortable to see so many exquisite things exist but can't be wantonly destroyed, if there is a chance, Uncle Ben will definitely smash every stone in this city."

Pouting, the legendary knight slowly let go of his fingers gripping the rifle?

Although being put in a cage inexplicably made the mad knight feel very bad, of course he understood that he should not cause conflicts for the sake of a little emotional catharsis now, and the "crazy words" of "killing the gun instantly" just now were more just simple complaints.

As for the "smile" that began to become somewhat silent...... Even Punk didn't know what he was thinking now, but it seemed that as time went on, Smile's personality fluctuations began to get bigger and bigger, especially when he was in this magical lock and didn't know how long it would take to escape, and there was a deep worry in Smile's haughty gaze as usual.

There is a time limit for the gods to leave the kingdom of God, and the priesthood does not care about why their "employees" do not return on time, and if the gods do not return within the specified time, then the priesthood will not be ambiguous about directly consuming divine power as punishment.

When the divine power is exhausted, this god who is "absent from work" will also be declared to have fallen.

So it's easy to understand the silence and apprehension of "Smile" now - Aztlan has been locked up in a magic lock for 200,000 years and hasn't gotten out, so how long are the three of them going to stay here? The spellcaster and the mad knight certainly don't care about the passage of time for hundreds of thousands of years, but their "vacation" doesn't have much time.

But it's a pity that no matter whether "Smile" is anxious or not, her two teammates will only gloat about her experience from the bottom of their hearts, so even though they are very anxious, the girl god still doesn't mention it from beginning to end.

It's also a white mention, and it just happens to save shame.

In this way, the three legendary professionals with different intentions followed Aztlan all the way to the uppermost level of the White Stone City, which was called the "most perfect magic academy" by the white-robed mage.

The Aztlan School of Magic is very similar to a school in the previous life of Punk, it also has a sophisticated student class schedule, different teachers in charge of different subjects, and even male and female mages have a uniform uniform.

Students in school are not divided into grades according to their professional level, but according to the amount of knowledge they have mastered, and although most of the teachers who teach are formal or even master-level mages, most of the students are only apprentice-level junior mages.

And according to Aztlan's introduction, Punk is not without surprise to know that most of the students in this academy will not aim to advance to a higher level of strength, they all inherit the white-robed mage's "hermit thinking" excellently, many students just want to learn some magic and return to the ordinary people to work, only those students with excellent talent will officially embark on the path of professionals under the advice of their mentors............

Well, in this world where everyone aims to advance to a higher level of life, Aztlan can think of teaching magic on a large scale and then making it easy to produce and live a very good talent, especially when Punk questioned him suspiciously, "Your so-called perfect academy is to train professionals as skilled workers in batches?", the white-robed mage who was walking towards a clearing replied confidently:

"Of course, this is the best way I can think of to bridge the gap between professionals and ordinary people, maybe it is still difficult for higher-level spellcasters to integrate into the world of ordinary people, but at least the students trained by my magic academy do not think that they are superior to others because they have power............"

“...... It's really unreasonable, why should professionals become friends with ordinary people?"

In the face of feel-good Aztlan, Punk's questioning is as sharp and to the point as ever:

"Your so-called "cultivation" is meaningless, and powerful people should look down on the whole world from the peak, because spiritual pleasure and material abundance are things that the strong deserve"!

“............”

"Smack"!

Stopping again, Aztran, who had already reached the edge of the clearing, turned back again with some helplessness and some displeasure.

"Is this the principle of the evildoers, taking the bullying of innocent people for granted?"

Is there any difference between what you are doing and such "evil"? All the order in this Garden of Eden is actually something that has been imposed by the great power of some legend, and if you think that the "good people" you have cultivated are really so good, why don't you try to find a place to sleep for hundreds of years, and then see what your Garden of Eden has become"?

Unyieldingly holding on to Aztran's "kindness" rhetoric, the language of punk can already be said to be revealing the truth and piercing the heart.

"Whisper of Destruction" is testing, he is testing whether Aztlan can tolerate the existence and refutation of completely different ideas, whether he really takes "building an equal country" as his own path, after all, strictly speaking, this white-robed mage can be said to be the first legendary professional of the good camp that Punk has encountered.

The facts prove it............ Those people in the good camp are not all paranoid who can't be unreasonable, for example, now, even if the punk's taunting skills have not diminished in the slightest, Aztlan still only sighed deeply, then shook his head and said in disappointment:

"Language can't change the difference between you and me, after all, different roads don't conspire with each other, we still have better well water than river water........."

"Master Shaping Spell - Beautiful Abode"!

After realizing that the three adventurers he was facing were all first-class selfish people and had no intention of clashing with him, Aztlan was not interested in showing anything, after all, his ideas could not be recognized by these three interests first.

Therefore, the last white-robed mage just extinguished his smile and looked at the three magical residences rising from the ground, and said flatly:

"I have built a house for three of my friends, and in a moment someone will bring you all kinds of necessities, and for a long time to come...... We are neighbors, and of course, I sincerely hope that you will be a little more broad-minded and not make things difficult for some curious students for no reason......... Okay"?