Al looked at the old man who bowed his head slightly, and looked at his old face full of wrinkles like a hill, and those wrinkles were always slightly distorted, as if the old man in front of him was humbly repenting of his sins.

That's because the old man's tightly locked eyebrows and eyes always showed a melancholy expression, and those wrinkles were like his past, like a fine net that was constantly cut and tied, not only wrapped in his face, but also wrapped his soul, as if he was about to suffocate, and could not be relieved.

"He's very old. Al silently thought that the pale and messy hair and the thin body showed that the old man's time was numbered.

What could he say to the old man at this time? Al had imagined what it would be like for him to face the Dark Mage, first with a big fight between the two sides, over their outlook on life, their worldview, and their values, and then after three hundred rounds of battle, which ended in his own victory.

He even thought about what he was going to say, and he must scold the black mage he met to the point of blood, doubting his life.

However, Al didn't expect that the first dark mage he met was actually an old man like Saruman, could he still scold and scold this old man who had to spend the rest of his life in repentance and pain?

He remembered the smile on the old man's face before, he had always felt a little strange before, but now he knew: it was a bitter smile. This is a whipping, denial, and ridicule of the self.

He was silent for a while, and finally said, "You're right, it's always easiest to die, but if you die like this, you're undoubtedly a coward." Atone, live well and atone for the sins you have committed. ”

The old man looked up at Al, his eyes moistened, but he didn't shed tears. Tears are proof of pain, and what right does he have to weep? The remorse in his heart is nothing compared to the pain he has caused.

At that time, it seemed that the raging karmic fire that was going to burn his body and mind was going to burn him up, and he suffered a lot, but he never had the idea of getting rid of it, and it was not to ask for forgiveness when he told the young man in front of him, it was his sin, his punishment, and it would eventually accompany him to the grave.

Perhaps it was in that eternal slumber that he would finally attain peace and liberation.

He looked at Al with gratitude in his eyes, for he knew that Al's words were meant to persuade him to survive, which was very rare for a young man who hated the Dark Mage.

"Why do you ...... Will there be such a transformation?", Al hesitated, but asked anyway.

The old man shook his head, and Al stopped asking, he knew that this must be a wound that the old man didn't want to remember and expose. And the old man must have been deeply hurt by this wound, otherwise he would not have undergone such a huge transformation as one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Little one, do you know why I have to tell you so much?", the old man asked suddenly and hoarsely.

Al was stunned, "I thought you were in such a situation and had no way to make up your mind to cooperate with us, so you would be so frank." ”

The old man shook his head and asked, "Then why did I fall into such a situation?"

This is also a doubt in Al's heart, "Is that because you have been helping those experimental living people before, that's why you are like this?", but when this was said, Al himself did not believe it.

Sure enough, the old man retorted: "I am the authority of human experiments in the council, a large amount of data, experimental materials and results are recorded in my head, I am still a powerful archmage, not that I boast, my strength in the council is enough to rank in the top twenty, and I have a bit of status in the council after all." Even if I helped those experimental survivors, at most I was transferred out of my post, why bother to hunt me down?"

The old man continued, "That's because one day York Lancaster approached me and asked me to help him with a new experiment. ”

"Lancaster?descendants of the Blood Rose Family?", Al asked.

"That's right, York is the current head of the Blood Rose family, and he is also an extremely powerful archmage, with a very high status in the council. It is said that he is now in charge of the council's revenge against the earthly world. ”

"That day he came to me and came up with a plan that made me think he was crazy at first. As he spoke, a look of apprehension flashed across the old man's face.

"I didn't expect there to be a second Vladimir Conrad in this world. ”

"The second Vladimir Conrad?, which means another megalomaniac in the world?", Al asked, frowning, remembering the nonsense of Conrad's codex, which was full of hubris, contempt for everything, and wanting to conquer the world.

"Why are there such crazy people in this world? ”

"But you have to admit that there is only a thin line between geniuses and madmen, and some miracles can only be achieved by their madmen. Before Conrad, who would have believed that people could become like dark elves, artificially gifted with magic?"

"So, what whimsical idea did this madman named York Lancaster have?"

"He wants an artificial mage?", the old man said in an exclamatory tone.

"Artificial mage, doesn't Conrad's magic form give people a talent for magic?", Al asked, puzzled.

"The artificial mage he planned meant that ordinary people could directly master the abilities of a mage without any learning, and could even cast spells without talent. It's not the same as having a magical talent and having to learn to cast spells on your own. ", the old man said.

"This can't be!", Al shouted in surprise, how could he directly release magic without learning and training, without mastering the permutations and combinations of elements, or even without the talent for spellcasting, "How can there be such a ridiculous thing in this world." ”

"Is it impossible? Why is it impossible? Isn't there a ready-made example in reality, those priests of the Holy Religion. ", the old man reminded.

"In fact, after losing the battle against the Holy Religion, the Council never gave up studying how to defeat the Holy Religion. In the end, the conclusion was that it could not be defeated. Unless the secret of the divine art can be cracked, or the council can also cultivate a large number of mages, the council without a large number of people and troops will not be able to compete with the Holy Sect. ”

It wasn't until later, on the basis of the research of a large number of dark magicians, that York Lancaster came up with a plan that gave the artificial mages hope of success. ”