Neil's face was in a cold sweat, how to explain this? Do you tell this white-bearded old man about the molten dwarf, or... No, this old man knows at a glance that it is not easy to fool, and Xiaobai is now lying in his arms dying, and it is impossible to turn his face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After thinking about it for a long time, Neil saw the old man wave his hand and suck the magic book he had just thrown on the ground back into his hand. Neil hurriedly said, "I admit it! I did go to a place just now, but it shouldn't be two days, right?"

Neil had passed noon, and it was getting dark outside. Neil thought he had only been there for half an afternoon.

When the white-bearded old man heard this, he then asked, "Is it the reason for the **** travelogue?"

Neil wondered why the white-bearded old man cared not about where he had gone, but about the book "**** Travelogue". However, he still replied: "Yes, it's the **** travelogue." ”

"How do you know that there is a secret in that "**** Travelogue"?"

Neil thought about it, and it was really impossible to tell Orunini about it, so he casually made up a sentence: "I'm very proficient in the Abyss Language, so..."

The white-bearded old man stared at Neil so tightly that he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Oh. So where did you go?"

"This..." Neil was still a little hesitant to tell the molten dwarves, after all, this is a legendary race, a race that disappeared hundreds of thousands of years ago. If this white-bearded old man said it, it would definitely cause a sensation.

"Don't worry, I'm just curious about what the secret I've been searching for decades is, and I won't have bad intentions. You kid, you're so cunning. ”

Neil thought for a moment and said, "Okay, before I tell you, can you please introduce yourself?" My name is Neil, a freshman at the Alchemy Academy. ”

"Hahaha!! good old man, my name is Anse El, the librarian. ”

As soon as Neil heard the old white-bearded man's words, he knew that his initial suspicion was correct. This old man should be an existence that he can't deal with. At least, not now.

"Well, since you are Lord Ansel, I can tell you where I went and what I encountered. But you have to promise me that you can't tell anyone. ”

"Why do you kid talk so much nonsense?! If you say it, you can say it quickly! The old man has nothing to do when he is full, so he runs to tell others? Are you stupid or am I stupid? Say it quickly!"

Ansel's beard jumped up and down in anger, almost killing Neil's urge to strangle again.

Moore hurriedly said, "I'll say it right away! Say it right away!"

Neil also found a chair to sit down and said, "In that book, there is a spatial passage. On the other side of the spatial passage is a broken plane. There is also a group of molten dwarves living on it. Well, it's gone. ”

"Broken Plane?!Molten Dwarves?!" Anse El was a little surprised, and while thinking about something, he whispered, "Sure enough, I just said that I went through so much trouble back then, how did I find a book?"

When Neil heard this, he asked, "Lord Ansel, can I ask where you found this book?"

Anse El glanced at Neil and said, "This book, I found it in a magical ruin, the relic of a legendary mage named ****. Except for the book, though, there is nothing left. ”

When Neil heard it, it was really a **** relic. He heard from the old prophet that the **** didn't think he was a legendary mage at all, but a saint-level mage above the legend, that is, the law saint recorded in the history books.

"Lord Ansel, can you tell me the location of that ruin?"

"Why? I don't tell you, there's nothing in that ruin, except for the book. Oh, and there's a whole bunch of weird magic circles. ”

Neil thought about it, since that **** mage was a saint-level mage, then his relics would definitely not leave nothing. However, the danger inside should not be small, and dragging this white-bearded old man on board should be a good choice.

So, Neil said: "Your Excellency Ansel, if I say that the **** mage is not just a legendary mage, do you believe it?"

Curator Whitebeard looked Neil in the eye and knew that Neil wasn't joking. However, he was still a little surprised, and couldn't help but ask, "Above the Legend?!! Saint-level mage?!"

Neil nodded affirmatively.

"How do you know?"

"This is what an old man told me, that is, a real old man. I can only tell you so much. ”

"Old man... I see. Are you trying to say, that **** mage, no, the remains of the **** magic saint, it is impossible that there is only one book left?" said the white-bearded old man to Neil as he slowly flipped through the magic book in his hand.

"Hmm. And, Lord Ansel, I think I should be able to find the real ruins. Of course, I'm not sure. Neil thought for a moment and said to the old man with the white beard.

Neil does have some certainty. Since Anse El said it, he only found the "**** Travelogue" in that ruin. And that "**** Travelogue" has now disappeared, leaving only a spatial imprint in Neil's sea of magic. If this spatial imprint has nothing to do with the ruins of ****, Neil will definitely not believe it. However, Neil also does not guarantee that the real **** ruins can be found. Because Anse Air has already said that there are a lot of strange magic arrays out there.

"You have a way, then, you mean, you want me to tell you the location of that ruin, and then, you go to that ruin to find the treasure?"

"Well, that's what I meant. Of course, if I do find something good, I will definitely not forget His Excellency Ansel!"

Neil's heart was extremely nervous, he was really afraid that the white-bearded old man would agree to his proposal. If this old man doesn't follow, Neil will really have a headache. Although Neil has a good talent for alchemy, he is not very proficient in magic arrays. When I think of that **** magic saint, just outside the real ruins, strange magic arrays are set up, and the magic arrays inside are conceivable.

"Okay, I'll tell you the address of the ruins, and when you come back, just give me a little bit of the harvest!"

Neil's brow furrowed at once, and at that moment, the laughter of the white-bearded old man was heard.

"Hahahaha!!! you kid, dare to pretend to me?! Old man, I've lived for hundreds of years, and I don't know the little plan in your kid's heart?!"

As soon as Neil heard the white-bearded old man's words, he hurriedly asked, "Then, Lord Ansel, ・・・・・・ you?"

The white-bearded old man closed the magic book, blew his white beard, and said, "Of course I'm going! That **** law saint has been playing tricks on me for decades! ”

Neil suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "So, Lord Ansel, when are we going?"

Anse El, though he would have liked to explore the ruins sooner, had recently reached a critical juncture in his research on the magic array. He thought about it for a moment and said, "Next Monday, give me six days, and I'll be ready." ”

Neil happily replied, "Yes, your Excellency, it's not too early, I'll go back first." ”

"Hmm. ”

Neil was still very happy as he walked back to the dormitory. The harvest of these two days was very great, not only did he get the spell he wanted, but he also traveled around the broken plane. Even, the remains of a saint-level mage were discovered.

However, Neil subconsciously glanced up at the moon in the sky, and always felt that the moon was a little strange today.

It was obviously a full moon, but the bursts of cold aura that emanated made Neil feel a strong sense of unease in his heart.