Don Quixote walked to the ice coffin, and the chill even made a trace of water beads hang between his eyebrows, because there was no air conditioning in this alchemy laboratory, and the temperature was still relatively high, "Teacher, if I guess correctly, your body must not have recorded the complete body structure of your youth." ”

Arthas nodded with some regret, "I came into contact with temporal spells after I became a lich, and even if it was useless before, I became a lich because I had no choice but to do so, and I didn't think about it at the beginning." ”

"That means that even if you use pseudo-time rewind on your body, you can only keep it the way it is. ”

Arthas shrugged, apparently acquiescing to Don Quixote's words.

"Are you willing, teacher?" Don Quixote seemed to be like a big bad wolf, inducing Arthas step by step through words.

"Smack!" Arthas pulled out a parchment scroll and smashed Don Quixote on the head, "If you have anything to say, hurry up, this is the magic array and its detailed structure and notes, and this is more than half a bottle of dragon grass juice, resurrect your own body by yourself, according to the original agreement, I am not obligated to resurrect you." ”

"Understood," Don Quixote put away the magic structure drawings and dragon grass juice in a slippery manner, because it was related to whether he could be truly resurrected, and then said leisurely, "Teacher, do you know? The reason why people will age is that the cells of the group of Cheng Ren will age, and the cells of the group Cheng Ren body will age because"

Under the explanation of Don Quixote's easy-to-understand British language, Alsace seems to be at a loss, in fact, these basic knowledge is not difficult to understand, but in a more popular sentence, the skill book of the world of Ferron points to the magic department, and the earthlings point to the science department, and people just don't study this aspect.

Therefore, Arthas, who was originally content with his dying body, seemed to be intrigued by Don Quixote's words, "That is to say, if the infinite reproduction cell repair solution you mentioned can be effectively controlled when used, in a sense, the new cells will be rejuvenated, so as to reach the point where the body will never age." ”

"That's basically it, of course, it's not going to be easy, because this repair liquid will accelerate the division of cells when repairing cells, but at a very crazy speed, if there is no perfect control method, I'm afraid that after injecting this liquid into the body, the only outcome is that a normal human body will become a big ball of meat because of the sudden extra countless irregular cells, but I think with your strong strength, teacher, you will definitely be able to find a way, such as designing some kind of magic array with strong control or something”

No one likes to be old, if there is a choice, I am afraid that everyone will make themselves young forever, and now there is an opportunity to suddenly appear in front of Arthas, then he is holding some kind of selfishness to resurrect his body, he naturally will not miss this opportunity, although with Alsace's wisdom, he has already thought that Don Quixote is so kind to tell himself about this, the biggest reason is not for him as a teacher, nor for Don Quixote himself, because with the help of the time rewind spell, he passed the most dangerous level and became a lich, at this time Don Quixote can basically pat his chest and say proudlyThe passage of time no longer means anything to him.

"Then it is conceivable that the person he cares about the most in this world so far should be the little knight. Thinking of this, Arthas laughed a few times at himself, he had calculated his own students, using a conspiracy, but he didn't think much about how long it had been, and he was countercalculated by his own students, and he was obviously much more clever than himself, knowing that he was using himself, but he had to jump in, this is also the so-called yang conspiracy, "There should be a way, but this matter should be put aside for the time being, and then consider these after the successful resurrection of the body." ”

Don Quixote looked up at the time, "In this case, then the student will go back first, I plan to familiarize myself with the magic array first, and then meditate for a few more days, so that I can maintain a good state, after all, the whole process is very large for the consumption of spiritual energy and mental energy." ”

After Don Quixote left, Arthas turned around and looked at his old body, "Infinite multiplication cells, if that's the case, it seems that they can be controlled with that magic array."

"Your students seem to have discovered something. "After Don Quixote was gone, the goddess of time went back to the living room to watch the recorded performances.

Arthas, who came out of the alchemy laboratory, sat next to the goddess of time, his whole head leaning back on the sofa, as if he was a little tired, "Except for my purpose, he probably guessed most things, even including your existence, he was already aware when he first came here that I would never arrange this kind of decoration." ”

"You look tired," the goddess of time showed a rare look of concern.

"It's all that bastard student, throwing out a temptation that I can't refuse, you should have heard what he said, just now I casually designed a magic array according to what he said, although it is only an initial model, but even I am a little overwhelmed by the amount of calculation, the human body, it seems simple, but it is really carefully analyzed, the forbidden spell is really nothing in front of it. ”

"That's nature, you know, I heard God tell me when I was a kid that it took a lot of effort to create humanity, and humanity is the most perfect work in His mind. ”

"When you were a child?" Arthas tilted his head slightly, "Do you true gods also have a lifespan?"

"Stupid, I mean when I was born not long ago, after all, we true gods are also created by the Father, but," Fira, the goddess of time, took a bite of some unknown fruit, "that kid didn't say, I never knew that the Father God had added so many restrictions when he created humans. ”

"Actually, it's normal," Arthas said leisurely, "if human beings are immortal, where will they still believe in the true God, without faith, even the true God will sleep, I guess this is not what the Father wants to see, can you tell me how the Father created human beings, you have never told me about this before." ”

"Go and wash ten green fruits for this god again, it tastes good. ”

"Yes, my God"

When Don Quixote returned home, it was already the middle of the night, and Kyle was sleeping on the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket, and the story of a certain bard was still playing on the opposite wall, but the voice was very small by Kyle, probably for fear of affecting his sleep.

Although it's summer, but under the effect of the air conditioner, the house is still quite cold, so Kyle will instinctively curl up in a ball, but unfortunately because the blanket is not long enough, her two little feet are exposed, Don Quixote is not foot control, but he has to admit that even if it is a long-term exercise, Kyle's feet do not have any deformation, not even a trace of calluses, it is still very perfect and cute.

This perfect little foot actually made Don Quixote's heart suddenly give birth to an urge to go up and pinch it, of course, this irrational impulse was only a flash, and it was suppressed by Don Quixote's reason, obviously in his cognition, admiring a woman's feet is understandable, but reaching out to play with a woman's feet in a dark room is a little too much.

Thinking of this, he took out a quilt from Kyle's bedroom, covered her, turned off the projector, and sat on the sofa under Kyle's feet.

The weather was not very good tonight, the clouds were thick, the air was a little oppressive, and it looked like it could rain at any time, but Don Quixote didn't care about this, at this time he was engrossed in analyzing the magic structure drawings that Arthas gave him, and familiarized himself with its structure, because he planned to modify part of the magic circle according to his habits.

The magic array designed by Arthas is in line with Alass's habits, but it may not be in line with Don Quixote's habits, after all, only what suits him is the best, and Don Quixote also plans to use magic scrolls to copy a few copies of the structure of his own body, and once the modification is wrong, the scars in the skull can be restored.

"Click~"

A huge thunder resounded through the sky, the moment the lightning streaked across the sky, the whole night sky was illuminated, and then it began to rain heavily, Kyle seemed to shake his body because of this thunder, one leg instinctively trembled, and the cute little feet were exposed outside the quilt again, but she didn't wake up, maybe her perception was aware that Don Quixote was nearby, and there was no uneasiness in her heart.

"It's okay to pinch it at the door."

However, Don Quixote took a deep breath, still resisted the urge to pinch Kyle's little feet, and used psionic energy to stuff her feet back, of course, at this moment, it is not that Don Quixote is a decent gentleman, but he knows that this body is not really himself, let him use this body to touch the person he likes, he himself will be jealous

The heavy rain covered an area larger than expected, almost half of Britain was in it, including the royal family's Nethan Crystal Lake, at this time the surface of the lake was also splashed with water, as if it had been melted crystal.

Liya, who had fallen asleep, was directly awakened by the thunder, and the raindrops of beans smashed on the little princess's tent, making a crackling sound, fortunately, she knew some common sense of camping, such as building the tent on higher ground, the tent itself is waterproof, and the water flow will flow down with the terrain, and the tent will naturally not be flooded, the sleepy-eyed Liya gently opened the door curtain of the tent, looking out, it was dark, the fire had been extinguished by the rain, Simba also ran under the tree and curled up in order to avoid the rain, obviously as a fire beast, it doesn't like wet weather very much。

"Da~"

Liya, who was hiding in the tent, turned on the lighter, put it on the outside of the tent, pressed it in the dirt, and stood there, the pouring rain didn't seem to have any effect on this lighter, after all, this is a lighter that relies on the elemental pool to ignite, how can a mere rain have an effect on it?

Liya carefully stretched out her little hand to adjust a knob on the lighter, and in an instant, the lighter, which was about an arm's length away from the tent, spewed out flames more than half a foot high, and the heavy rain illuminated the endless darkness, Simba just opened his eyes and glanced at it, but found nothing abnormal, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

The arrival of the light made Liya seem not so scared, but instead focused on the raindrops in the sky through the light, "This kind of rainy day scenery is actually quite beautiful!"

The raindrops reflect the firelight, looking like crystalline gems, but in that sigh, there is still a trace of loneliness that cannot be concealed, a lighter that is not afraid of wind, water, and will never need to fill the magic crystal, even if it is fresh, there will be a greasy time after all.

It's been a few months since the last time I saw Don Quixote, and the little princess has been hoping that the guy will come here again, and then ask him for a new toy, "When will you show up again, Iggy villain?" The little princess lying at the mouth of the tent stared blankly at the lighter that was spraying flames, muttering to herself.

(To be continued)