"It's shocking that the ancestor of the old-timers turned out to be the famous Smiling Sword Saint Kurt all over the continent, but unfortunately I never thought that the legendary existence was a magician babbling with a magic staff. ”

Li Laifu's sharp gaze took away from the task card, after all, some things are far away from him now, just like realizing the great and ignorant dream of knocking walnuts with the Pope's scepter, and now he can't even see the corners of the Pope's holy robes, let alone the more nonsense of 'angel feathers weaving fans' later.

One of the advantages of human nature is that he can recognize himself when he is down, when it comes to learning and forbearance, Li Laifu can be said to be well versed in it, and he began to constantly glance at the mercenary union known as 'Ket's Light'.

Truth be told, it doesn't look like a legacy left by a legend, and it's a bit of a dilapidated place that rivals the slums of the Tustin Kingdom.

The Apocalypse Tavern also has a waiter named Seth who picks up the beams, but this piece of land looks like a sparsely populated cemetery in Li Laifu's eyes.

The black-robed old man seemed to be accustomed to this child's arrogance and unruliness, and he was not angry, and said with a slight smile: "Before I reached a certain level, I always thought that the highest achievement of a magician was the Grand Magister, and before I entered the Inquisition, I always thought that the most painful thing in life was death, foolish little bastard, what you see in your eyes is just a dream made up by others." ”

"Oh, you've been in the Inquisition and you've come out alive, well, I have to say you're lucky enough to get out safe and sound under the siege of a group of powerful clowns. ”

Li Laifu's way of thinking seems to be never on the same channel as others, and the question of whether Kurt is holding a sword or a staff in his hand is naturally forgotten.

The black-robed old man shook his head helplessly, this child kept his heart in a state of fluctuation, like the waves of the rising tide, it was difficult to get peace, which had never happened before.

"It is true, but I got out of trouble with the help of an old heretic, who, in his words, thought that the Inquisition was a good place, dark and damp, and that it was the most desirable place for a demon of his kind. ”

"He's got to be an old immortal who can pretend to be tougher than you. ”

Li Laifu made a pertinent evaluation.

The black-robed old man actually nodded, raised his head and said proudly: "This should be right, he must be older than me, no, I am still very young, even if I am now in the goddess of life to show my male style, there is no problem." ”

Li Laifu smiled bitterly:

"Old-timer, can we put an end to those boring and meaningless topics, you can sleep eight noblewomen in one night, and they will scream at your majesty, I believe it must be a pleasant night, and the heretics of the whole continent believe it, and now let me go." ”

Li Laifu has been delayed too much time in the small town of Kabul, whether it is the enrollment time of St. Fe or the plot about some clowns, these are all problems that need to be solved urgently, not to mention that the next stop in the chaotic capital is the only entrance to St. Fit Academy, Li Laifu can imagine what kind of crisis he will face.

Clowns, controllers, heroes, fools, big men on top, and all sorts of weird guys should all appear in that dirty and bloody land.

They smirked and poured blood into the goblet in their hands, and then decided their life and death, this is really a sad story, so ah, there is a need to fight, but at this time, Li Laifu can't wait to pick up the staff and knock a pimple on the head of the goddess of fate.

The storm and lightning flashed and thundered in front of him, a scene of the end of the continent, but now he had to smile and talk nonsense with an old man who had survived the last century, and wait for flattery from time to time, lest this old guy be unhappy like twisting a twist flower, and make his throat into a sewer outlet.

Of course, there is no sewer in this world, but Li Laifu still wants to complain.

Damn, a bunch of old bastards in sacred robes are waiting for me to fall into the chaos of the city, Sister Fate, you're making too much of a joke.

In fact, this is nothing, and then the black-robed old man's neat and neat words 'don't let go' completely crushed Li Laifu's hope of leaving this ghost place.

"Far away friends, are you going to the capital of chaos, it's a town overrun by heretics, and even the sun above the dome of light will shy away. ”

The black-robed old man smiled and looked at the bastard boy in front of him with blank eyes like a walking corpse, and for the first time he found that after living for so long, he could still find something interesting, such as playing tricks on a little bastard who once saw a bug and screamed to run away

In fact, when that insect saw a human, maybe it would cry and crawl home to find its mother, God knows who was afraid of whom.

"Well, the capital of chaos, Santa Feat. ”

Li Laifu said weakly, reluctant to look back at the sculpture-like An Shibai.

He really didn't bother to recount his tragic experience and grand blueprint with long and sincere words and emotions, this bastard old man's heart and robe were really the same thing, it was a pity that he wasn't tied to the stake by the clergy of the Holy See of Light, sprinkled with pepper and buttered in the first place.

It was obvious that this curse was tantamount to the buzzing of mosquitoes in the old man's ears, and after living for so long, he estimated that it was older than the history of some burnings, and this kind of bearing was still there.

The black-robed old man nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly his smile retracted, just when Li Laifu thought that this old man was going to talk about his glorious deeds back then, he heard a whisper that made him ecstatic.

"Distant bastard, take it as my compensation for you, my previous behavior was a little rude, these things should be able to make up for the wounds in your heart. ”

The black-robed old man's low and hoarse murmur began, like a solemn and sacred religious ceremony, and gradually, Li Laifu's eyes became hollow, as if he had seen an ancient era.

It was a golden age, a period of war, war and blood, epics and myths were sung in the mouths of bards, flowers and praises never stopped, and the vast and grand trumpets were mourning, and countless heroes appeared.

There was an old mage with a one-eyed forehead, holding a seven-colored staff, wielding extremely powerful magic and beating a four-winged angel into ashes.

A golden giant died, his chest pierced by a dagger with a faint light, and golden blood flowed down from the sky like a long river, as if it were a heavenly fire, burning all life on the continent.

Then an ancient chariot burst through the clouds and ran over the sky, as if the sky had been shattered. A blue-haired woman with a staff in her hand looked down indifferently at the raging war on the continent, and finally set her eyes on the one-eyed old mage.

"Was there an epic battle that was repeated in this place?"

Li Laifu's voice trembled, containing shock and fear, but more of an inexplicable excitement.

Will there be a day when the boundless flames of war will ignite on the Eternal Continent, and a group of powerful teenagers will fight endlessly, and many years later, they will also become epics and myths, and become eternal in the mouths of bards.

Suddenly, the slightly tired voice of the black-robed old man sounded, and Li Laifu felt as if he was in a bright starry sky, and the boundless flames of war and bloody chants dissipated like a passing cloud, and legends such as the golden giant and the ancient chariot also disappeared.

"This is my collection for countless years, from ancient times to the present, even I am a little old, but they are still immortal with the passage of time, you see, if there is one I like, I can consider it. ”