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As usual, he haunts the study, the research room, and the farmland, fiddling with the dirty things that ordinary mages would never touch, and doing what the mages see as "self-inferior".

In fact, there were some people who were suspicious of him, but they observed for a while and found that Damwade's behavior was indeed the same as usual, so they gave up.

Is Damwade's approach really the same as usual?

It's about the same, and the research is still like that, and there are no special changes. But if anyone reads his research notes, they will find that unlike the messy records before, his current notes are clear and orderly, and the content does not match the actual research, but rather summarizes the results of his own research.

This is the method that Crick decided after consulting with him, and it can be the most effective way to "hide from the world".

As a mage, it is a matter of course to write notes while studying. No matter how powerful the spies were, they couldn't have stolen Damwade's notes—and besides, it was useless to peek at them, and they couldn't read them.

In fact, Darmswade was compiling the book he had called "The Agricultural Textbook."

Because of his excitement, in addition to the routine protective spells, he now has to prepare some calming spells for himself every day, so as to ensure that he will not lose control of his emotions and laugh when compiling this book, and to ensure that he will not show his stuff.

So his current appearance is roughly an ordinary mage who is silent and focused on research, except that the content of the study is a little weird, there is nothing special, and there is no doubt in the slightest.

About a month later, Darm Wade finished the first draft.

"No, I can't. After reading his first draft, Crick shook his head and criticized, "Your book is written in the wrong direction." ”

"Wrong direction?" Damwede picked up the manuscript and flipped through it, "What's wrong?"

He really didn't understand how he could be wrong when he had clearly cataloged the research results and his understanding of agriculture over the years?

"There are at least two obvious mistakes in your book. Crick sighed and said, "The first mistake is a lack of priority and messy content. ”

"Huh, I think I'm already writing a summary......"

"That's 'you think'. Crick shook his head and said, "When you read this book, you are taking your own position, not the perspective of a reader who does not understand agriculture." As a result, you've omitted a lot of things that you don't think need to write at all, and you've skipped a lot of things that seem to you to be almost common sense. This is a mistake that professional scholars can easily make, and those junior mages who have obtained the magic notes of the great sages often find that the notes of their predecessors are like books from heaven, and they can understand every word, but they are inexplicable when connected - of course, your book is not so serious, I believe that most mages can understand it smoothly, but you must know that the people who read and study this book in the future should only be some people who are coarse and ink!"

Only then did Damwade realize what he was wrong, and his mouth suddenly grew up, and his face was abrupt.

"The second mistake is in your grammar. Crick said, "Can you understand your grammar in the ordinary world?"

"Huh, isn't that very understandable?"

"Very understandable?" Crick sighed, and read a random passage, "The method of setting ridges, or five or three, or three or two, to make sure that it is uneven, and the channel flow is specific and subtle...... What do you think of this one?"

"It's clear. ”

“...... Honestly, I think it makes sense, but I bet the rough readers won't think so. Crick sighed, "You must know that your book is not for scholars to exchange and observe, but for ordinary people to learn and guide them on how to farm!"

Damwade blinked, dazed: "Then how do I write?"

Crick thought for a moment and said, "Like this paragraph, you can write, 'The method of making ridges in a field requires dividing the land into strips, high and low. Don't have the same number of high and low places, there should be a difference. The high areas are called ridges, and the low-lying areas are like small ditches that can be used for watering and fertilizing'...... That's pretty much it, and I've added a little bit of the rest of the content. ”

That's right...... It's insulting!" Damwede was stunned for a long time, and finally muttered to himself, "Don't talk about spellcasters, even bards don't write so shallowly...... If I really write like this, I'm not sure if I can become a god, but it's sure that I will become a laughing stock......"

That being said, he made the right choice in the end.

"Isn't it just that the article should be written in a vulgar manner! Isn't it just that the scholars and spellcasters will be embarrassed! In order to become a god, I will let it go!" He said viciously, "If I lose face, I will have a chance to become a god, what can I not figure out? What can I be hypocritical about? If others find out, let alone be ashamed, even if he wants to walk without clothes all day long, he can grab a handful if he wants, and maybe he can fill the entire Void City...... What do I have to care about! What do I have to be ashamed of! Who would think a god is ashamed!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his fists clenched, his eyes glowing again, and he fell into a frenzy again.

Crick was secretly amused, but he couldn't help but sigh a little.

Damwade is a representative of ordinary mages, in fact, he is still talented, and he became a mid-level mage in his early thirties, which is not a bad result. However, in the Secret Tower Federation, where the genius is like a cloud, he has no room for development without a relationship in the background, and he is not allowed to become a mercenary, seeking a long-term contract in order to be able to continue his research.

Then, he was hired by himself to work quietly in Keane for more than ten years. In the past ten years, he has worked hard, no matter what orders he issued, he has honestly carried them out, and he has never bargained. Even if it was something insulting like "helping with farming", he never refused.

After his death, he came to Void City to avoid disaster, and no longer studied anything related to explosions, and buried himself in the agriculture that he focused on back then. It has been more than ten years since he did it, and seeing that he was barely a young man at the beginning, now his hair is half gray, and he has just stepped into the high class.

How could such an ordinary mage not be excited when faced with the opportunity to become a god? How could he not be fanatical?

It's amazing that Damwade can keep his composure on weekdays!

Thinking of this, he smiled and patted Damwade on the shoulder: "Calm down, you're too excited." ”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, he is a mess of small things, but big things are very reliable. He said that you have a chance to become a god, and that is. And it's not just 'yes', but there are also great opportunities! As far as the past history is concerned, everyone who has been said by Him has been made a god later. ”

Darmswade closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he calmed himself down,

"You're right, I'm so excited, I'm sorry. ”

"What's there to be sorry about? Anyone can get excited in your situation, and it's not normal if you're not excited. ”

Darmswade's eyes lit up and he asked, "So back then...... The same is true of the great educator (the god of knowledge) and the compassionate healer (the god of healing)?"

Crick choked: "I really don't know about this, you wait a minute, I'll ask." ”

In fact, of course he didn't need to ask, he and Sui Xiong were one, and their memories were also interconnected, so he just needed to recall a little.

But he couldn't say that, because the Holy Spirit and the gods could be contacted at any time, and it didn't take much time to "ask."

After a few seconds, he smiled and said, "When the God of Knowledge learned that he could be made a god, he was also very excited, and he swore allegiance to His Majesty on the spot. The god of medicine even started the retreat directly, not even taking care of eating, not even taking care of changing clothes, and even finding a suitable retreat place, so he went directly to the retreat in the research room. ”

"Well, in comparison, you're probably a little more excited than the god of knowledge, much better than the god of healing. ”

Damwade was silent for a moment, then smiled reassuringly.

"It was an amazing experience to be compared to two great gods. He said, "I don't know why, but my mood calmed down all of a sudden." ”

"Because you know you can succeed. "When a person can be sure that the direction he is taking leads to the right end, he will naturally feel calmer." ”

"Honestly...... Actually, I'm not sure. Damved smiled bitterly, "I always find it a little hard to believe that just summarizing an agricultural textbook and then promoting it can give me enough resources to become a god?"

"If you're just doing it yourself, of course not. "But if the Church of the Mask of the Void and the churches of His Majesty's allies jointly promote this matter, there is at least eighty percent certainty." ”

"Is it so high?"

"Actually, I'm still underestimating. Unless you are beheaded and attacked before you succeed in becoming a god, you should be 90% sure, and the last one is that you must not be too excited and fall ill. ”

Damwade couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you're still so funny!"

"I've died once, so what else can't I see? Crick laughed too, "You know the celebration boy, right? I also talked and laughed with him. ”

“...... You just blow it!"

"Haha, why are you so shrewd! I just blew a calfskin and you pierced it......"

The two laughed and laughed before Creek took his leave, and then vanished into light.

Around the time he disappeared, in a mansion not far from Darmswade's residence, a mage smiled as he looked at the glittering crystal ball in front of him.

"Crick Keane seems to be in a state of flux, I wonder what he's trying to do?"

"What else can you do? It's nothing more than the matter of his territory. A soldier next to him said, "He has no children, and the heir to the family is a sister." Back then, he desperately wanted to keep his sister safe and protect the Keane family inheritance. Now that he's jumping out again, what else can he do besides?"

"Hasn't the situation of Kean Ling been good all these years?" said another mage, "Although he hasn't reproduced the previous bumper harvest, and he has to check a little bit compared to his rapid development back then, but he has been making steady progress." I remember...... Just this year, Archduke Thunder also issued an order to promote Keane to a viscount, and his sister Anna Keane is now a baroness. ”

"That order is not good!" said the warrior, the leader of this group of spies, and sneered, "the responsibility that the viscount bears is completely different from that of the baron! Do you know how much wealth Keane has been rewarded for this promotion?"

He looked at his subordinates with a blank face, stretched out his hand, and gestured a number: "This number!"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!"

"How good this money is for me!"

"I suspect that the reason why he, who had been hiding behind the scenes as the Holy Spirit and training the Divine Legion for His Majesty the Void Mask, suddenly appeared was probably because of this incident. There was a glint in the warrior's eyes, "Otherwise, why would you show up if you don't hide from a holy spirit?"

His subordinates nodded their heads, all agreeing with his judgment.

"It's just that I still don't understand, why did he contact this shit Damwade?" the warrior thought for a moment, then frowned again, "Damwade this guy...... After Keane's explosion that year, he fled to Void City overnight, and everyone speculated that he had something to do with the explosion, and many people were eyeing him. But after so many years, he has always been dealing with mud, crops, garbage, dung and other things, and most of the people he knows are farmers, and at the top of the sky are a few low-level civil officials...... The big explosion back then seemed to have nothing to do with him......"

"Huh, is it really okay?" the mage in charge of surveillance was startled and cried out, "Aren't we wasting our time?"

Unlike the others, their group of spies came for the earth-shattering explosion of Keane Collar back then. The power of the explosion was terrifying, and many people speculated if Crick Keane had found some way to detonate the curse in his body, but others thought that Damwade had developed some kind of powerful explosive - if not, why did Damwade run to the Void Playground overnight?

That's why someone is eyeing him. But more than a decade has passed, and Darmswade has no intention of studying explosives at all, instead doing the same thing as a degrading farmer in Keaneling. Gradually, the spies died and left, and in the end, only this group remained.

If Damved really had nothing to do with the explosion, their group would have to retreat.

It is good for spies to be able to retreat safely, but it would be a pity to waste all these years! More than ten years, how many years can there be in life!

The captain was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I'm still not sure...... I always thought he must know something, but he had decided to bury those secrets in his heart and follow him into the coffin......"

"It's a pity, if it weren't for Void City, we could have arrested him and tortured him, even if we used spells to extract his soul and interrogate him......"

"If it weren't for the Void City, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to do this job. The other mage said faintly.

The captain laughed dumbly: "You're right, we're not big people, if we really have that kind of credit for nothing, how can it be our turn!"

He clapped his hands and told his subordinates to pay attention: "In short, don't let up, continue to keep a watch on Damwade." I'm sure that as long as we keep watching, we will find clues sooner or later!"

"I have a strong hunch that this is not going to end like this!" a cold light flashed in his eyes, "The appearance of Crick Keane this time is a sign!" (To be continued.) )