Taking a deep breath, Cheese didn't expect the meeting between the two to be completed in this situation, and he was ready to go to war with this fellow disciple, guarding against the conspiracy he might encounter as soon as he entered. But now, there were no traps or spells, just a weak man naked and encircled in the roots, and it was probably believed that he was a poor tourist who had strayed into the trap of the cannibal vines. But in the time of this breath, the mage had already suppressed this subtle first impression and began to observe more details.

First of all, the room was not as empty as he thought at first, and after turning his attention away from the roots, he was keenly aware that there were actually large and small objects in the room, but the lighting sources of the room were concentrated in the center, and they were not easy to detect in a relatively dim environment. Whether it is possible that there is a hidden mechanism in these items, Cheese does not know, because the whole room is filled with the complex smell and the intensity of the magical breath, and the source of the breath is Bacchus himself.

"Any Grey Robe should know that if you want to find a place to live in this world other than the Grey Tower, then you can choose all the places, because you have the knowledge and ability to live in any corner of this world. There is only one place to except, not because it is dangerous, but precisely because it is too safe. It's so safe that it's worthless. Cheese looked at his fellow door in front of him and said this slowly, his tone and pause did not match his own speaking habits, and the judgmental words made with absolute confidence in his words were far from his usual words. For it was him imitating someone else's speech, a man he and Bacchus knew well, their teacher, the deceased Lord of the Grey Tower.

Even after all these years, I can still recall the look on his face when he said that. Did we take that lesson together?, or did he repeat the same words to you again and in the same tone?" replied with a gentle smile from the Bacchus at the root of the tree. They are grey robes, and there is always something in common during the days of training in the Grey Tower.

"Repeated. I later heard from the sleeper that when the teacher was lecturing, she would consciously or unconsciously repeat what she had said before that she felt accurate and proud, and that she had been in the tower for a long time, and that she had taken many classes twice, a habit that not many people knew about except her. Speaking of the habits of the Lord of the Grey Tower, Cheese relaxed his expression, no matter what kind of torture or trials their teacher had given them, they were now a memory. Memories, always not entirely real, either turn bad or get better.

"Hah, it seems that the greatest spellcaster in the world is lazy too. No, it's not lazy, it's to express yourself in the most precise language, and if it's refined to the right level, why not repeat it? Bacchus closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, as if looking at the memories that came flooding back.

"But now the two grey robes are on the grassland, and one of them has a connection with the land here. Cheese whispered, that was what he wanted to say. He wondered why Bacchus was here, and had established such a stronghold, which in any way did not look like a place that would have been established by a temporary passer.

"Yes, that's something that will make the teacher unhappy. He had always hated the apprentice for questioning his teachings, because he didn't want us to repeat the mistakes he had already experienced. Bacchus's expression became a little complicated, "But we haven't experienced mistakes, we haven't been taught a lesson, how do we know that what he said is right?

"He rarely makes mistakes. Or rather, he never missed. Cheese replied quickly, regardless of the other aspects, that he was convinced of the correctness of what Clark was taught, which was why he was able to make confident judgments. No matter what the teacher said, when it comes to magic, the Lord of the Grey Tower must be absolutely right in his heart.

Bacchus blinked, and did not refute Cheese's words, although his desire to refute was evident on his face, but he suppressed it and reduced it to an ambiguous sentence, "Maybe." That's all for the topic of teachers. You're not here to see me, are you? We all know what can really be called the core of the gray robe, aside from the training we've been through. We all have an irrepressible thirst for knowledge and a mindset that wants to dismantle all the world's problems. So, you must have come with a problem. ”

"Then you must know what I want to ask. Moreover, I am the one who comes to ask questions. Just as he knew that Bacchus was good at Origin Magic, Bacchus knew what Cheese was studying, which was a natural and inevitable situation among the apprentices of the Grey Tower. In other words, this is a situation deliberately created by the Lord of the Gray Tower, and he semi-forcibly let his students show their classmates what they have learned and the direction they are studying, the purpose is not clear, but it is likely that it is to make the gray robes jealous of each other and not to act at will.

Therefore, the question that Cheese will ask must be the question that only he will ask, and in a gray robe, they may be concerned about why Bacchus hides in the hollow of the tree and keeps company with the roots, but what Cheese wants to ask must have something to do with the knots around the tree. Bacchus knew this very well, so he sighed, and when he looked up again, the magic light in his eyes burst out!

"Galala!" Countless small splinters resembling insects walking on the floor echoed the room. It's just that it's not real insects that make these sounds, it's hands, all kinds of hands! big and small, male and female, and even some of them are not human hands at all, but animal claws. These hands crawled out of the darkness and filled the roof and walls of the room. Cheese didn't have to look back, knowing that the rudimentary wooden door leading to the exit was covered with these hands.

In the face of such a battle, ordinary people, even spellcasters, would feel terrifying. But for Cheese, who was dealing with the evil god, such a scene was not enough to make him look surprised, he just looked at the hands silently, in fact, since the appearance of the arm that pulled him in, he vaguely felt that there was some kind of connection between the thing and the god of wine. Now it seems that the connection is more numerous and complex than he expected.

"It's not fair, you have so many hands, and I can't even use what I have on my body. The mage was not just joking, but also indignant. To his surprise, Bacchus didn't attack or cast a spell, he smiled and looked at Cheese's arm.

"That's true, it's been a long time since I've fought the gray robe, and it's a pity for you and me if you fight me in this state. Well, you pick a pair from these hands, so that at least you can cast spells normally. ”