The mage's return didn't make too much noise.

In the intervening four months, the port had been running well, perhaps because of the new administration's notoriety, or because of the depth of Serre, who had been so frightening to be rumored to be hundreds of feet tall of a steel monster, but in short, despite the absence of the leader, the port was still functioning well.

It's just that many soldiers are a little frightened by the mysterious disappearance of their lord, and when Penny returns, he also sees an emissary sent by a small town in the south.

This undoubtedly made him feel comfortable, which showed that his business in this land these days was successful, but the faint haze made him not feel good, and after the government affairs were on the right track, there were many fewer things to deal with with by him as a leader, and he finally had time to sort out his brain.

He felt desperately that he should have more power.

In this way, it is possible to have more room for maneuver in the event of future accidents.

The reason why he agreed with James Wath's opinion and decided to avoid Eltabo was also because his foreknowledge gave him a sign that the man would definitely be resurrected.

After hundreds of inferences and concerns, Penny decided to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

In any case, he needs to be a little stronger.

He pondered over and over again all the theories about the arcane arts in his mind, the foundations he had learned in the Academy, the theoretical composition of the Abyssal Sea, the messages that the Blackhall Crystal Array had given him, and, of course, dozens of research notes from high-level mages.

The source of arcane power is the caster's perception of self and the world: this perception must be sober and objective, as is the case with all mages, who receive information about the world from this sober and objective understanding, and then interpret the operation of the world from their own perspective, and use this to harness the power, this is the mage's methodology.

So it seems to many legally illiterate that most mages are strange, with all sorts of quirks - some are even pure lunatics, but when it comes to the various truths and knowledge of the multiverse, the answers they give are mostly infallible - although the expressions may be reversed.

Rational and sober perception of the world, perceptual thinking that may be chaotic and incomprehensible, is the case with many mages.

In the multiverse, such a trait can only exist in this one group.

Penny's arcane attainments are still at a very shallow stage, and the powers he uses are all obtained in accordance with the laws of the world, in other words, not his own powers—that requires methodology, and methodology, which needs to be summarized.

This large amount of knowledge and information in his mind is enough for any mage to extract enough materials to create a unique methodology, but when Penny delves deeper, he finds that this is an out-and-out problem, because both legendary spells and the Abyssal Origin Sea are far beyond the scope of his understanding.

When he thought about it for a while, the astronomical amount of information immediately poured up and down, like a tide that washed every nerve in his brain, and all his thinking was instantly washed away, in this case, it was obviously not very reliable to extract the methodology.

Real name, real name, he suddenly understood that he must have a firm enough self-awareness in order to gain a firm foothold under the impact of such a massive amount of information, which is also a prerequisite for deeper thinking, and a necessary step for the extension of thinking ability.

While there are gifted mages who are able to stand their ground in this kind of shock, Penny is not that freak.

However, spiritual practice and philosophical speculation were not his forte, and he pondered for days and nights in his abode, trying to find the meaning and orientation of life, and it was clear that this thing was not so easy to find—some casters who were not deeply involved in the world could easily make up their minds to dedicate their lives to the arcane law, and the breakthrough of this level was sometimes simpler—because they had no distractions, but Penny's mind was obviously much more complex than that of the mages, and it was doubly difficult to make such a position. ...,

He could not lightly entrust his life to anything, nor did he want to fanatically dedicate himself to certain beings against his will, and many of his old ways of thinking still haunted him, and the ignorance and narrow rationality of the petty burghers made it impossible for Penny to have a high level of consciousness about life and the world—as is the case with most Celestial Empires.

Even if you agree with the rules of this world, your hands are stained with blood under this observance of the rules, but it is still very difficult to change these deep-rooted personalities.

So in this multiverse, what position will you stand on, where should you stand, and where will you go?

He looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and fell into the reflection on the philosophy of life like a depressed literary youth.

This kind of thing that he thought in his previous life would only be done by someone who was too idle to eat and fed, but now it is related to whether he can continue to move forward on the path of the arcane.

I have to say that in a world dominated by idealistic power, it is not easy to find a little power.

Except for the occasional rustle of the sea hitting the shore, the night in this town is relatively quiet, the wind blows the thick clouds to adjust the hue of the moonlight, and the light and darkness shine on the ground with a little haze, such a night looks more romantic.

The evening breeze blew a black cloak and made a strange sound, and the mage saw a pair of brown pupils staring at him, the expression was a little complicated, but it was generally inquisitive and curious.

It seems that a magical being like him, who thinks about the meaning of life in the middle of the night, is still a bit of an eyesore, especially in the eyes of people who already have opinions about themselves.

"Miss Ferrandlin, can you tell me......" Penny opened his mouth, perhaps bewildered and confused that made him feel the need to discuss it with others, "what do you live for?"

If you can know the life philosophy of others, it may be meaningful.

I have to say that his brain is a little unclear now.

Because this question can be easily misinterpreted, seeing the anger in Lannielou Ferrandlin's eyes, and hearing her bitter words, you know that her misunderstanding is not ordinarily deep:

"Well, our great red-robed master actually asked me this kind of question, should I say that I lived to be bullied, oppressed, manipulated and used as a plaything?".

"Please believe that my inquiry is not malicious. He frowned, his cloudy mind a little cleared up a little under the harsh and sarcastic words: "I'm just confused about some issues. ”

"Well, I don't have as quick a brain as you, great red-robed mage. She snorted, her face looking a little better: "To discuss this kind of philosophical question, I suggest you go to your colleagues." ”

"They won't understand my confusion, just as one can never fully understand another. Penny sighed: "I used to think that I should try my best to adapt to the world, so as to find the meaning of my existence, and create some value for the world, but now, all the changes that have happened to me make me feel worthless - I have not gained anything except the blood soaked in body and mind." ”

"And power, isn't it?power?magic, you don't like these things?" Lanilou's eyes flickered, looking at the somewhat interested face, and a desire also arose in her heart.

"I just felt that I should have some deeper pursuits, but now it seems that those pursuits are a little out of reach. He sighed again: "At least for now, there is still a limit to what I can do, and the slightest turmoil in the world I face will leave me at a loss." ”...,

"Well, you can't take care of yourself. She suddenly sneered: "What should I be, so you are thinking about such a boring thing?"

"Bored?" Penny was stunned.

"Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine out of every 100,000 people in this world can't manage their own affairs, and they don't even know what they're living for. What is the point of survival, all efforts are only a futile struggle within a rule and a box, even if you are reluctant to find an idea for your own life, you are often self-deceptive, chasing after illusory bubbles, and in the dark in confusion; She glanced at the mage with some amusement: "Are you thinking about this question that is meaningless to 99,999 out of 100,000 human beings, do you want to be the only saint?"

"Did you say that?" Penny was stunned for a long time, obviously not expecting such a connotative tirade to come from the mouth of this impulsive and savage woman.

"It's my mom who said that. The color in her eyes suddenly dropped a little.

"She must be very wise. The mage sighed.

Although he does not agree with the nihilistic escapism in his words, he has to say that there is still some truth.

"That's true. For some reason, Penny felt that her tone had softened a lot.

The attitude seems to have changed subtly with this compliment.

"Okay, okay, Lord Mage, who thinks about the philosophy of life, I, a humble military attaché, won't bother you, anyway, as long as you enter this world, no one can fully grasp the trajectory of fate, and if your mind is too clear, it will only become more and more painful. She smiled at this time: "So for the sake of the mood, I would rather never have a heart and lungs." ”

After saying that, she let out a series of somewhat nervous laughs, but for some reason, the mage could hear a faint sigh in them, and couldn't help but change his opinion of this woman.

Maybe a little willful and paranoid, but definitely not a heartless female madman.

"Because of sobriety and confusion, then which is the true definition of sobriety? should not blindly follow the crowd, only truly live according to one's own will, self-...... Adhere to your own style and philosophy ......"

Penny fell silent.

He suddenly understood that there was no need to stubbornly pursue orientation and meaning, it was enough to figure out his own character and existence.

If character determines destiny, then there is no doubt that knowing oneself correctly is the only way to grasp one's true name.

Countless memories of the past flowed through his heart, including all the memories of his previous life and this life, and even the ignorant memories of his two births were clearly visible, flowing through the realm of his mind like a video.

Penny uses the perspective of a bystander, through these memories, to organize the information about himself, only to realize that many times he himself does not know what his true face is.

At this moment, the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the past, all emotions and thoughts gradually condensed, and he could clearly analyze every bit about himself, and see his loveliness, hatred, hatred, and disgust very clearly, and the combination of all this is himself.

Maybe this is the bystander.

When all the memories were gone, his confusion and paranoia gradually disappeared.

He opened his eyes, and it was already early morning outside.

On the corner of the street, a pair of clear eyes stared at him with some doubts, although the person was still the same person, but it felt a little different from midnight, but if you looked closely, you couldn't describe it...... ，