There was a change under their feet, and there was still the sound of people coming on the stairs, and in line with the principle of conservatism, the two of them did not dare to slack off, and walked on the way where the decay under their feet spread and spread.

"Maybe this is the effect of the prototype of the space-time magic array I just mentioned......"

Although there is no time for the process of proof and investigation, Lucifer draws provisional inferences from experience.

Then, at the corner of the staircase, they met the shipwright of the Blue Eagle Pirates, Al Yatnos.

The only unlucky guy who was left behind by the Blue Eagle Pirate Group designated to take a child, a tall and sturdy gray-haired youth.

"I'm here to answer you." Al spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone is in the boat now. ”

The words he had briefly revealed before were few of them habits, and the necessary communication was not lacking at all, and could be called concise and to the point.

"Okay."

Mogan followed the same principle, and immediately followed Al with Lucifer.

"The Mirandi sisters and I found the captain's room hidden in the second floor cabin, and after the captain and first mate came up with people, they followed the captain's room to find the entrance to the fuel compartment and the area that needed to be destroyed."

As a member of the Blue Eagle Pirate Regiment, Al is surprisingly candid, both in words and in action.

As proof, he explained what happened during this time in a few words on the way, which made Mogan, who was good at clichés in people's mouths, look like a mute and had no room to play.

In the end, in order to respond politely, I had to hold back the words.

“…… I think it's okay. ”

But subsequent performances have shown that in Al Yatnos's code of conduct, such active and efficient communication should be for better non-communication.

For the rest of the journey, Al did not say a word, and whatever the others talked about, he was as silent as a stone that could be considered agile in action.

Just go up and be a ruthless leading machine.

Ignore the rest.

But Mogan was not blindly looking for trouble, and at the same time there were other puzzles that needed to be answered, so the moment he left the stairs, he turned around and looked back at the corridor below.

There was a pause, then a turn.

"Are you wondering where that illusion crystal echo came from?" Lucifer read his thoughts.

After all, Mogan has always clung to any doubts, and this is precisely an issue that they have studied but have not gotten results.

Before negotiating with the Blue Eagle Pirates, when discussing the plan to blast the entire anomalous space, the sympathetic Lucifer took the initiative to confirm the location around the green space that would be destroyed, and there were no other fluctuations in the consciousness of life in the space.

Since they could guarantee that they would not harm innocents, they put aside this suspicion and fully implemented the original plan.

The consciousness transmitted by the psychic magic may be up the cabin, or it may be somewhere else.

"Is there a possibility...... "Mogan touched his chin, "that consciousness is in the space-time ore." ”

He knew that it was a very bizarre guess, or even just the result of the method of elimination, with no other evidence.

Al's attitude was evidence that there were no other anomalous figures, and after walking the stairs again, Lucifer had no other reaction—the king was most concerned about this kind of problem.

Excluding all impossibilities, the remaining conclusion seems bizarre, but after all, it is the only conclusion he can formulate.

Mogan wasn't afraid of trial and error.

He was curious about the nature of the space-time ore, not only because it was very precious at first glance, worth a lot of gold coins.

It is also due to a convention that the half-dragon merchant harbors an obsessive-compulsive displeasure with the blind spots of knowledge encountered.

It is true that the Magic Continent is like a fish in water for those with his bloodline and knowledge, but there are also all kinds of common sense that they have never understood.

For example, the previous "Sacred Pact", such as the "space-time ore" with quite complex properties and characteristics.

Mogan knew that trial and error was also an opportunity, especially with a collaborator like Lucifer.

Although he had secretly made some surprising decisions, he still maintained a bit of habitual selfishness.

- You can't owe too much debt, and the same is true for human favors.

"That's your guess...... It's not impossible. In fact, just like the previous spells that trapped people in tree stumps, there are many spells that can seal any living being, even into a state of only conscious activity. ”

Lucifer bowed his head and pondered and studied carefully, but he did not object, which surprised Mogan himself, who raised this matter.

"As for the Space-Time Ore, no one has yet been able to explain how it really appeared. Unlike other materials known as ores, they appear randomly in various parts of the continent, both in the sky and on the ground. ”

Mogan nodded, "I did see that in the books I saw. ”

But this kind of answer, which is like a "omitted" word in the analysis of the answer, always makes him feel that someone is hiding something. Perhaps a kingdom leader of such a high status as Lucifer could give him another answer directly.

But this time, there was nothing Lucifer could do.

"Much of the analysis may have been lost to history."

Lucifer's face was embarrassed, "Lestus is indeed the oldest member of the Four Kingdoms, and it has only more than 3,000 years of recorded history. You should know that this was the time of chaos and war...... The war has destroyed too many records. ”

Of course, Mogan also knows that the speculation of history now comes to a large extent from the deduction and perfection of later generations, and is the result of patchwork.

The continent of Iverson and Mirnik has a long history, and according to the records that can be obtained by some long-lived races, the human race should have actually appeared for tens of thousands of years, and the civilization that has mastered magic has also been nurtured for a long time.

In this case, despite internal and external troubles and constant wars, even in the face of the brainless and powerful races that once ravaged the continent, the Terrans should have established a prosperous and stable civilization long ago.

That's not the case, magic is the reason.

During the war years, first of all, because of the brutal alien race that could not be completely eliminated, the human race was trapped in its own shelter, and was divided into many city-states and tribes, and almost did not communicate with each other.

Magic can help the Terrans gain strength and protect them from the invasion of outside races, but it can also directly destroy a small city, leaving no one alive.

Wars with foreigners, strife within races...... Countless complex factors combine to determine that the destruction caused by magic is inevitable and will completely get out of control at a certain moment.

It's not just a tool, it's a weapon to kill.

Because of the painful compensation and ethical requirements, most mages themselves prefer not to leave offspring.

The extreme fate of repaying the debts of the father and the son and the debts of the mother and the son also made it difficult for some wizard-run families who ignored the disadvantages to work together, and it was impossible to establish a stable group of mage families.

For ordinary people, the aftermath of a top-level mage battle is deadly, and not everyone has the qualifications and perseverance to become magically blessed warriors.

In this case, it is fortunate that one or two sparks of life can be left behind and order can be re-established compared to inheritance.

It would be much easier to explain this if we consider the social civilization that everyone in the lost history was fortunate enough to survive as separate individuals, individual individuals.

Progress was made today, amnesia on the second day, progress again on the third day, continued amnesia on the fourth day, and on the fifth, sixth day...... And so on.

After repeating this for a long time, the Terrans discovered but could not change it, and it was an inevitable fact that they were destroyed by their own "patron saint".

- Because of this, the line between mages and wizards has become clearer in the past. Perhaps for the same reason, this is why the Sacred Pact was finally born.

If you are unlucky, you may simply disappear into the dust of history; A little luckier, but also as early as in the stumbling inheritance to focus on survival to give up the memory of the generations.

If you want to survive, you have to give up something.

In this way, the development of civilization of the human race as a whole will inevitably enter a state of stagnation.

The lack of attention to history is also an important reason why the continental kingdoms all have their own institutions of historians, and regard them, who are usually not good at military force, as high-ranking guests.

There are still endless possibilities to be discovered in the wizarding world, and what has been learned is only the tip of the iceberg, and Mogan is once again deeply aware of it.

But what caught his attention now was that after mentioning war and history, Lucifer's expression wandered, as if he had some more thoughts, and he thought about something.

What surprised Mogan even more was that Lucifer, who had finished the review, suddenly found Al, who was reluctant to talk more.

And the topic used to ask turned out to be the merman mage Austin Claire.

"You can ask him about the situation himself." Al pondered for a moment, "Claire is very concerned about her private affairs, refuses to greet her, and only at all. ”

I think so.

It seems that it is not only Austin who has doubts about this overly versatile mage, but His Majesty himself is quite concerned about some kind of behavior of Austin.

But it was no longer the time for them to dwell too much on such trivialities, for the three of them arrived on the splint.

"No wonder there's a smell of decay," Al was surprised......, "there's something weird here?" ”

He was too busy with his task to notice the eroded planks on the stairs before, but not the other two.

"Sure enough, it's time magic......"

Lucifer muttered to himself, more determined.

Once above deck, this anomaly is directly visible to the naked eye. If it weren't for the fact that he could already see the small ship of the Blue Silver Pirates and the people on it, Mogan would have thought that he had traveled hundreds of thousands of years as soon as he entered and exited.