"Isn't that the genius magician who fell to the demon invasion six hundred years ago?"

Le Zheng Xuanqi is still very familiar with this person, and his own wonderful ancestor has mentioned this person many times, praised him, and gave him the highest evaluation of "gentleman".

It is said that he treated people elegantly and politely, charged into battle in the early stage of the demon invasion, killed countless enemies, and rescued countless people from the hands of the demons, and was a great hero who was respected and loved by everyone at a young age.

"Aunt Erica, is there any other way you can find Jimonri?"

Qian Qian obviously didn't know about this big hero, and this person was not mentioned in the original text.

She now understands that the original novel is just a small branch of this different world, and the real world is far more complex than the novel describes.

"In the name of the Contractor, I summon my Lord God, Hephaestus..."

As Erica chanted, a blazing flame burst out of her wand, not the original of the Lord God, but a wisp of clone.

But even such a small flame is a pure fire of heaven and earth, and the magic contained in it is very powerful, and it is difficult to control it if it is not a powerful fire magician.

Erica herself is a pure fire magician, similar to the single fire spirit root in the cultivation realm, which is used by absorbing the fire element in the air and transforming it into magical power.

"This way!"

After a lot of spelling, Erica finally found a trace of Gimon and ran out in the direction of the basement she had been to before.

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"Oh~I'm really lively here today~"

Gimali looked at the man outside the door and said meaningfully.

"Ancestor, I haven't seen you for a long time, won't you invite me in and sit?"

The visitor bowed slightly to Jimonri in an elegant manner, wearing a pair of white gloves on his slender hands, and a black top hat covering most of his face, revealing only a delicate and perfect but excessively white chin.

"Giggles~ You and I haven't seen each other for a long time, come in~"

Guimonillo turned to his side, let the man in, and closed the door with his hand.

"Ancestor, more than 600 years have passed, are you still satisfied with your stay here?"

"What do you think? Sskin Anderson... Or should I call you Leviathan..."

Jimonri sat back in his old seat in front of the window, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and said slowly.

"You're still so smart in Jimoni~ But there's one thing you guessed wrong..."

The man hooked his lips slightly, lifted the hem of his trench coat, and sat down opposite Jimonri.

"Then you might as well talk about it, I'll listen to you~"

Jimonri picked up the teaspoon and stirred the tea slowly, seemingly inadvertently but secretly writing down his name.

"I am, but I am not, when Skinn summoned me six hundred years ago, he was dying, and it was his unwillingness to summon me..."

Leviathan casually played with the white porcelain cup in front of him, and when he saw that Gimmonri did not speak, he continued.

"For the sake of you not interrupting me, I'll tell you an interesting secret~"

Leviathan paused to stir up Gimmonri's interest before speaking again.

"He originally wanted to sacrifice himself to summon Gu Xin to quell the war, but it was I~ A little trick made him finally summon me out, didn't you see it~ How desperate his expression was at that time~Ahhhhhhh

Leviathan crossed his arms around him, his excessively fair skin flushed abnormally with excitement.

"You damn pervert!"

Jimonri frowned, obviously unable to bear the man's contrived behavior.